It's not that hard to open a hospital in another world, right?

Chapter 1208 Seeking a fruit fly with genetic collapse, waiting online, very urgent
"What has little Gretel been doing lately?"

"I don't know... I just know that he is messing with flies..."

"Fruit fly! That's a fruit fly!"

Elder Melinsera shook his head helplessly and sighed.After they broke up that day, they didn't have the nerve to look for Gretel again, so they could only write letters back to Yongju Island while asking the young elves to pay attention to Gretel's movements.

The problem is, these young elves, one by one, can't figure out what Gretel is doing.All he knew was that he buried himself in that stone fortress—he called it the "Institute"—in which he never saw the sun all day long.

Those petri dishes, microscopes, slide coverslips, dyes, etc. that Gretel was playing with, no one can handle...

"So, has he been disappointed with us recently?"

"That's not true, it might just be busy." Elder Fahim has personally experienced Gretel's previous research process. The last time he plunged into the research room, it was the same as this time, day and night, tinkering with things that others could not see understand things -

"Recently, he also asked me to ask for some past medical records to read, as well as the records of people who have passed away. It seems that the matter of treatment has not given up."

"Ugh."

"Ugh……"

The elf elders looked at each other.

One is to lament Gretel's stubbornness. Several legendary mages failed to heal the patients. He rushed in with all his heart. God knows how long he will delay on this subject, and how many years he will delay his advancement;

The second is to sigh, a child with such a pure heart still has a gap with the elves after all.It's a pity, it's a pity, if I knew he had such a talent, wouldn't it be good to bring the child back when his mother returned?
Even if the father of the child is brought back together, it is not impossible!Talented people, powerful people, no matter what, are privileged...

"Who is his mother? Have you found out?"

Elder Fahim asked.Elder Karen shook his head and sighed helplessly:

"You also know the situation of Yongju Island. On two such big islands, everyone is scattered, looking for places they like to live. Except for a few places such as the royal court and the college, most of the compatriots live in their own places. Yes, I have to rely on messengers to go and ask one by one..."

Several elf elders were helpless.Elves have a long lifespan and are naturally friendly. As long as they are not too stupid or too lazy, everyone can live well.

There are indeed many elves who are willing to temper themselves, willing to study various spells in the academy, willing to take on the responsibility of protecting the ethnic group, or willing to travel across the ocean to make a living.

However, there are also many elves who don't want to come out if they find a mountain or a forest to live in.Among these elves, will there be a mutant who is willing to travel, and will be captured by his family after a long time? This is...

"Also, Wang Ting has already responded. In the past few decades, no royal family elves have been captured. In the secret realm and the big rift, the seals cannot be easily broken. If you want to know any news, you have to wait for their rotation."

"I hope the news will come back soon. Well, I always feel that the little guy has this talent, and his mother should not be an ordinary elf..."

They sighed for a while, each rolled up their sleeves, and started to work.Clean up rivers, tidy up lakes, sow plant seeds, cast spells to spawn, attract animals...

Dozens of elves sprinkled into the huge elf secret realm and the polluted area outside the secret realm with a width of at least 100 kilometers, it was like a few small sesame seeds sprinkled on a pot helmet with a diameter of one meter.

If you don't live together, eat, live, and move together, and work in this area, you can't hear your voice if you shout.No matter how much he worried about Gretel, he had to finish his job well.

Every day, only after planting trees, tidying up nature, and being exhausted half to death, do I have the mood to care about:
How far has Little Gretel's research progressed?

Grete's work on raising flies, no, fruit flies, has slowed down a lot.After all, even if fruit flies are left alone, they can reproduce once in seven or eight days, and they can reproduce once in 10 minutes if they are spawned by magic.

Even if the white-eyed fruit fly obtained for the first time is not a recessive gene or a sex-linked inheritance, if you want to get the traits you want, you have no choice but to spare no effort to give birth to seven or eighty rounds...

It took Grete just two days to produce the fruit flies he wanted, and another day to make the crossgametes.The first generation of parents, the second generation of children, look at the ratio;
Then use recessive homozygotes and offspring heterozygotes to make a group, and self-cross the heterozygotes in the offspring to make a group, and then look at the ratio.

Among them, divine arts are one generation at a time, and another generation at a time.What took the most time was actually counting the number of fruit flies and identifying males and females...

"Okay, it's finally started..."

Gretel was gearing up.The results of cross gametes verified that the gene is on the chromosome, and the gene controlling white eyes is on the X chromosome.

Next, it is necessary to go one step further to verify the possibility of chromosome collapse and cause animal body collapse!
"Big brother! Big brother Bairbo!" Gretel burrowed into the bunker next door.At the entrance of the bunker, a clover with a black stamen in the center is painted in bright yellow and pure black—the radioactive hazard symbol, Gretel’s bad taste.

He stood at the entrance, pressed the sound transmission device, and shouted:

"Give me some of that ore! Purified or unpurified, give me some!"

"What are you going to do again..."

After shouting twice, the indistinct voice of Archmage Baierbo came from the sound transmission device:
"...Little Gretel, I warn you, this thing is very dangerous. Your research is your research, don't put yourself in it!"

"No problem! Senior brother, don't worry!"

After thousands of exhortations and ten thousand exhortations, Master Baierbo handed over two small lead boxes.The one-and-a-half-inch-thick wall of the box was tightly buckled. Gretel took it in his hand, and both arms sank down at the same time.

He put two different ores in two compartments.A concentric circle was drawn around it, and 12 equal divisions were drawn according to the clock. In each grid, a test tube of fat and fat third-instar larvae of Drosophila was placed:
"Calculating the time... In the first hour, take out a batch of larvae, and take a small section of salivary gland cells to observe... Cutting technique! Cutting technique! Damn, the hand shook again, and the larvae were crushed to death again!"

"Ah, this one finally succeeded. I got a small section of salivary gland cells... a little less salivary glands, this thing won't die... Cell staining, under the microscope, you can see black and white bands..."

"Damn it, all the larvae survived to adulthood! How much ore do I have to add to burn them until their genes collapse!"

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