Chapter 755: Toxins and Alcohol, the More I Drink, the More They All Give Me a Ban on Alcohol! (Ten Thousand Rewards Plus Four Updates)

Chapter 755: Toxins are like alcohol, and the more you drink, the worse you get... Give me a ban on alcohol for everyone! (Ten thousand rewards plus four updates)

Seven or eight heads came together to look at the results in the petri dish. A blur of green light swept across, and on the glass floor that was originally clean and only covered with a layer of culture medium, lumps appeared quickly:

Milky white, beige, lumps of various shapes. On the top of the mass, there are small bumps one by one, clustered together thinly, high in the center and low around...

"Wow, what are these?" Vigeland reached out to poke him, but Grete slapped him away. He had no choice but to stretch his neck to see more clearly:

"A circle after a circle, a flat ball after a flat ball, or a strange puddle with blurred edges..."

"Granular, nodular, cauliflower-like." Gretel repeated it using medical terms with a straight face. Vigeland looked at him blankly:

"Where's the green?"

"???"

"Cauliflower! These things are not green at all. How do they look like cauliflower?"

…The cauliflower we are talking about is cauliflower, the white kind, not the green broccoli. Grete thought depressingly that it was probably too cold on the Black Gate Peninsula to grow cauliflower, so the dwarves didn't eat it at all...

"That's not the point. Look, these bacteria are the ones that multiply in your lungs and cause you pain. Vigeland, Obas, Aishele," he pointed at the names of the people on the petri dish. One by one they shouted:

"You all have this kind of thing in your lungs! You are all sick! Cough! Cough phlegm! Some people will have a fever! They will sweat profusely while sleeping! In severe cases, they will cough up blood, chest tightness, and chest pain - are there any?!"

When he called a name, a dwarf lowered his head silently, not daring to look into his eyes. Vigeland whispered:

"We dwarves are as strong as rocks..."

"Being as strong as a rock is the only way you can survive to this age and still work." Grete lectured him with a straight face:

"Do you know what this disease looks like in humans? - Those with weak bodies will die in their teens; those with strong bodies will become thin, stooped, coughing, and unable to work until they are in their thirties. live."

Seeing that the dwarves all showed disdain, as if saying "Only humans are so useless", Gretel strengthened his tone:

"Moreover, this disease can also be contagious! It can be transmitted to your pregnant women! Your babies! Your injured and weak warriors! Your old people..."

Well, actually forget about the elderly. With the dwarves’ living habits of gathering together in caves and poor air circulation, the elderly who live to old age may have already been infected...

His tone became more severe with each sentence. The dwarves were finally trained to be honest. You bump me, I bump you. Finally, it was Representative Vigeland who spoke:

"So how to treat this disease? ... If we all [remove the disease], it would be too expensive..."

Yes, it's too expensive.

Whether it is pneumonia or tuberculosis, as long as it is a disease that is recognized by the healer and included in the magic model, [Remove Disease] can perfectly treat it.

However, the magic level of [Remove Disease] is level three, which means that only priests of level five or above can release it, and not many can be released in a day...

And among a hundred dwarves, there will not be a single priest; among a hundred dwarf priests, there will definitely not be a third-level or above priest!

Lung disease can still be contagious... As long as you don't cure everyone in one go, treat a few here and then infect them again...

Gretel looked at them confidently. Of course there is a way. If there is no way, why would he go all the way?

"Did you see it?" He pointed to the blank spot in the center of the colony in the petri dish, indicating to the dwarves to take a closer look:

"When cultivating germs, I dropped a newly developed special drug on some parts of the culture medium. You see, the bacteria cannot grow on the part where the drug was dropped. This shows that this special drug has inhibitory effects. , the effect of killing germs.”

"So can it be used by us?" Vigeland started to look around:

"How to use it? Drink it? Or spray it into the lungs? Or, like you did when you treated us before, mix it with salt water and pour it into the lungs, and then pump it out?"

Gretel: "..."

Very good, very powerful, the dwarf's imagination is really active. But unfortunately, streptomycin, uh, maybe streptomycin, Master Tower has not yet made an oral version. As for spraying it into the lungs, or perfusing the lungs...

I'm sorry you can figure it out!

The principle of medical treatment is a bit like Occam's razor: do not increase the entity unless necessary. If intramuscular/subcutaneous injection is possible, intravenous injection is not necessary; if intravenous infusion is possible, intravenous injection is not necessary. It can be minimally invasive without surgery...

Pulmonary perfusion is such a big operation and the risks are so high! Every time I perform lung cleansing on you, I am always on tenterhooks and ready for various emergencies. Several times, I have to rely on magic to pull you back!

Besides, tuberculosis is one of the contraindications to lung lavage... You can't just pour the solution into people's lungs just because streptomycin is available!

It must be said that Mr. Vigeland, with his rich imagination, perfectly avoided the correct answer...

He took out another box from the space bag and opened it, revealing the suit inside. A row of syringes and a bottle of saline. A row of small glass bottles containing medicinal powders were lying in a box with ice cubes, refrigerated at low temperature.

The top of the small glass bottle was sealed with a thin rubber skin, exactly the same as in Gretel's memory.

"This potion is injected." Grete said slowly:

"I want to calculate your weight to determine how much dose you need. Come one by one, weigh yourself and show me...Take off that iron wrist guard! Hun Dan, don't take off your pants!"

The chicken is flying and the dog is jumping, the chicken is flying and the dog is jumping...

The corners of Dumfries' mouth twitched as he watched. He finally knew why Gretel had such a good relationship with those dwarves:

It would have been impossible for him to lower his posture and go straight to the dwarves, laughing and scolding them. ——Hey, don’t kick me!

Of course Gretel couldn't really kick him. He wasn't stupid. The dwarves were all stocky and their muscles were as hard as rocks. There was a high chance that a kick would twist his own foot.

He directed the dwarves to line up and cross the scale, and after getting an estimate of everyone's weight, he began to tinker with potions:

"Line up! One by one, roll up your sleeves and expose your arms! The thickest piece of meat on the outside of your upper arm! Vigeland, come here first - hey, relax, relax!"

The needle slipped on the skin and became crooked... If you waste a needle, you will waste a syringe... No, wait, the needle can still be repaired!

“Time is money my friend!”

Grete called out the gremlin for the first time in a long time. A golden gold coin was thrown over, and then he pointed at the needle and gave an order:

"Gold, fix it!"

Master Dumfries: "..." You are a mage, a mage! Even if you are not a transformation mage, with your mental power, it is not difficult to twist this needle back to its original shape!

If it doesn't work, can you give me the gold coins? It’s okay if I come and help you repair it!

...Although, when he saw Gretel throwing a bunch of raw materials and squeezing the little monsters to the limit, he silently changed his mind...

Then, he watched Gretel wave his hand and throw a [Higher Demonized Weapon] at all the syringes in the needle box.

The Master of Dumfries was heartbroken once again.

Ah, what a luxury! [Advanced Demonized Weapon] is a third-level spell!

Although it can support one row of arrows and other small weapons at a time, this is no reason for you to throw away spells!

Grete had already picked up a new syringe. Pump the saline, poke the bottle, inject, shake, and pump again. Then, he approached the dwarf with a syringe:

"Come, let's do it again." His tone was sweet and his smile was sinister:

"Relax! If you bend my needle again this time, I will throw a weakening ray! I don't believe that the weakening ray can't relax your muscles!"

Vigeland and the others didn't dare to breathe. They offered their right upper arm deltoid muscles one by one and were poked by Grete. Seeing Gretel starting to pack things, the dwarf at the end cheered heartily:

"Finally done! Let's go out and drink!"

"No drinking!" Gretel suddenly raised his head:

"You must not drink alcohol after taking this medicine!"

Just drink wine and leave immediately. Well, although he really didn't know whether this drug, which was made from something that looked like streptomycin, could have a disulfiram-like reaction with alcohol, but...

However, be lenient if you anticipate the enemy. Anyway, he made the potion, and he has the final say whether you can drink or not.

He wanted to see who dared to argue with him, the discoverer of penicillin, the person who washed the lungs of dwarves, the inventor of cowpox and rabies vaccines, and the director of the invention of streptomycin, about whether he could drink alcohol!

As expected, no dwarf dared to argue. Under Grete's condescending gaze with his hands on his hips and a sneer on his face, no dwarf even dared to run out to get a drink.

However, the dwarf who was the first to shout, "Let's go out for a drink when we're done" reacted the fastest. He turned his eyes and immediately stepped forward with a smile:

"Dear Master Nordmark~~~"

"You have something to say." Grete shivered and quickly applied a new layer of [cold and heat resistance] on himself: "What's the matter?"

"How many people in our mine do you think will get this disease? It's rare that you come here, can you check everyone?"

This can be done. Grete looked at him with admiration and nodded slightly. The dwarf rushed out:

"Get in line, get in line! Come out and get in line! Everyone gets a clean cup, spits in it, and writes his or her name on the cup! Master Nordmark is here to treat everyone!"

Queuing up, spitting, doing bacterial culture (Gretel sincerely thanked the world for having the magical ability to rapidly produce bacteria), taking pictures, and identifying and screening patients.

Then, most of the middle-aged and above dwarves, as well as some young dwarves, lined up in formation and received a shot in the arm one by one.

"Those who have received this injection are not allowed to drink! Two injections a day, and I will leave the powder!" Grete cast a loudspeaker spell on himself, allowing the sound to spread throughout the camp:

"One shot early, one shot late! Take it for 7 days! After 7 days, I will come again to test the treatment effect!"

Wails spread.

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