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

Chapter 217 Going to the Alchemy Academic Annual Meeting to buy, buy, buy? (Mr. Chun's lord plus more 2)

The follower and the followed thus strike a balance.From the next day, Mr. Aurora Wharton, a third-ring arcanist and fifth-level magician, began a happy life of not sleeping during the day and sleeping at night... Sorry, doing experiments during the day and writing papers at night.

Mr. Wharton had a hard time working.

Most of the time Gretel didn't care about him, just doing his own thing.Only a few words will be exhorted when sending tasks:

"The gas that emits blue fire, measure the weight!" Weight, weight... so light that it can hardly be measured T_T, and the boss's requirements are very strict...

"Be careful of the yellow-green gas, don't leak it!" How dare you, you've been poisoned once before!

"Write down all the things that will emit yellow-green gas when electrolyzed, and summarize them!" I have tried 20 materials, but the boss obviously felt that it was not enough...

However, Wharton occasionally wanted to do some experiments of his own, and Gretel gave him enough freedom, and he didn't feel that he was delaying the progress.for example:
"This gas can be ignited and emit blue fire? Can I use it instead of sulfur as a casting material and try fireball?"

"Okay, let's try it. Don't stay here, find a bigger place, and take good protection—if possible, get a master to help you add a barrier..."

Our Mr. Wharton dragged a brother down.After swiping the senior brother's badge and authorization, he booked a spell test room for training fifth-level magic, raised the spell barrier, and senior brother Yang put on full armor for him.Then, hiding behind the barrier, outlined the spell model of the fireball with mental power, and touched the gas in the test tube——

"boom!!!"

On the wall, in the center of the room, the spell barrier shattered layer by layer.The brother slowly opened his mouth: "You... you are a fireball... right?!"

"Yeah..." Aurora Wharton stared.He looked at the spar on the wall of the testing room, at the test tube in his hand, and then at the spell barrier:

"Master, brother, fortunately I brought you here..."

If he hadn't come to the high-level test room, and hadn't been surrounded by layers of magic barriers, when the fireball technique exploded, the air wave might hit his face!
The senior brother stared at the test tube in his hand, he was not ashamed to ask.Aurora Wharton smiled at him and ran up to the 375th floor.Rushing in front of Gretel, he was already panting and gasping for breath, propped his knees and said:
"That...that fireball technique..."

"Boom?"

Gretel asked without looking up.This word has never appeared before, but it is so vivid that Wharton understood the meaning without even thinking about it.He took a breath and nodded vigorously:

"That's right, that's right! Fortunately, I listened to you... How do you know you can Boom? Can I teach others?"

"Go and write your thesis."

"Okay! The author writes your name!"

"You two."

"Okay! Thank you!"

Master Wharton went to do experiments, supplement data, and write papers.The spell power, spell explosion range, whether the range has changed, and whether the amount of gas carried will affect the spell power. These are all tested, which is particularly exhausting.Woo, it looks like today's entertainment time is gone again...

The idea is just a flash of thought. Only by supplementing all these data can a good enough paper be published, and as a complete improvement magic, enough rewards can be obtained from the parliament.

However, Master Wharton knew it, Gretel knew it, and every mage in the Magic Council knew it.In this improvement, switching to a new material is not the key. Discovering an unknown new material, trying to find a stable and reliable production method, and testing its properties are the key to everything.

That's why Gretel was able to get the first work as a matter of course, and even he let Wharton sign the second author, which is already quite generous.It’s just a tool for measuring data and writing papers. Where can I find it?

So Master Wharton gratefully went to work.This side memorized a bunch of data, and just about to sort it out, the other side shouted again:
"Oro, come here and do me a favor... Build a force field barrier, okay, pump out the air, fill it with fire gas, and light it!"

BOOM!

It exploded again...

"Is this force field not strong enough... Let's strengthen the force field barrier and try again!"

BOOM!

"Strengthen it a little more, until it reaches your limit! Do it again, Oro, please!"

This time it burned safely.The charcoal in the force field barrier swallowed white flames, and was quickly burned up.Just as Master Wharton breathed a sigh of relief, he listened to Gretel's command:

"Introduce water vapor again! Pass it in more! Increase heat! Heat!"

BOOOOOOOM!

"This... Boss, let's eat first. I ordered ham and honeydew melon, ribs with sauce, baked mushrooms and pan-fried cod..."

"What did you say?"

"Let's eat first!"

"The next sentence!"

"I ordered ham and melon..."

"Honeydew melons! Yes, honeydew melons!" Gretel stood up abruptly, circling excitedly: "Buy me two honeydew melons, by the way, does Babel allow melons to be brought into the laboratory?"

"...It's okay to bring in a few slices once in a while, but it's best to eat it quickly... The teacher will scold you...Why do you want honeydew melon?"

"oops……"

Gretel circled around.Master Wharton saw that his eyes were shining, he opened his mouth several times, and at the same time raised his hand trying to make gestures, obviously wanting to explain to himself.After tossing for a while, my shoulders still slumped:
"You'll know when I make it!"

"I, I'll take my lunch..."

I can't even understand the project the boss is doing. The boss thinks that you can't understand the explanation...

sad mulberry.

Master Wharton was dejected and walked away.After a while, he took the lunch box and went upstairs. Gretel took a bite, took a look, took another bite, and took another look...

"Boss, don't be reluctant to eat honeydew melon! It's wrapped with ham! I've ordered the honeydew melon you want, and it will be delivered at afternoon tea!"

"Ah... oh, I forgot just now, in fact, we only need melon rinds..."

Aurora Wharton: "...????"

Why don't we order a few honeydew melons?Otherwise, do you want me to dig through the trash can?

As a result, he didn't have a bite of the honeydew melon in the afternoon.Gretel cut the honeydew melon into thin slices half a centimeter thick, and set them up one by one, forming a large array of melon skins in the corner of the laboratory.On the shelf below the melon rind array, there are rows and rows, and there are at least hundreds of glass dishes...

"Boss, what are you doing?"

"Uh... I've made it and I'll show you the paper!"

Gretel set up two stoves beside them, gurgling, cooking broth in one pot, and sea stone flowers in the other, until the aroma wafted from the corridor...

Gretel's technical route is very clear.

Cook broth medium, cook agar medium, cook various medium.Cultivate bacteria such as Staphylococcus aureus and Escherichia coli in the culture medium, and then, get soil, dust, grass leaves, and other things everywhere, put them in the culture medium to reproduce, and see if they can grow bigger Ship to make penicillin.

Naturally, as the destiny medium for propagating penicillin - melon, it must not be let go!

Of course, without penicillin, any streptomycin, aureomycin, or tetracycline will do.As for how to refine penicillin after knocking out penicillium, and how to make it into medicine, cough, the boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge!

Gretel gave this project infinite patience.Traveling through the previous world, it took Alexander Fleming at least half a year from the beginning of the bacterial culture experiment to the discovery of penicillin—not counting the later verification.Gretel looked at his luck index, and he didn't think it would be higher than Fleming's...

So, is it normal to spend a year or two finding penicillin?
Anyway, the old dwarf's sputum culture experiment has yielded results, and there are indeed a large number of Mycobacterium tuberculosis in the sputum.With this thing, his healing technique is impossible, so he needs a penicillin anyway.

Gretel calmed down and slowly experimented, calling Aurora for help several times a day-it seemed that half of his spells were consumed.It's a pity that there was no result. The force field barrier was either blown up with a bang, or the fire inside was turned off without any movement.He was not in a hurry, but Aurora Wharton was a little impatient:

"Boss, what are you planning to do? How about I find a brother to help?"

"Well, no, let me think about it again... Maybe the parameters are adjusted wrong..."

Two people share a room, each doing their own things.Master Wharton felt that life was back to the same place, reading books, studying magic, doing experiments, and copying scrolls.Except for the addition of a titular boss, always remember to add a protective shield to him, the other rhythms have not changed at all.Oh yes, and remember to order meals every day...

Aurora Wharton deeply wondered if Gretel would have starved himself to death in the laboratory if he hadn't been responsible for bringing up the food.

After half a month of experimenting, the task given by Gretel finally came to an end.After submitting the thesis for review, Master Wharton suddenly felt relaxed, took stock of what he was doing, and came to Gretel with an invitation:

"Boss, there is a meeting tomorrow, do you want to go and listen?"

"What?"

Gretel looked up from the microscope.It took too long to examine the microorganisms under the microscope, and the eye socket of the right eye was pressed out of a circle by the eyepiece. At first glance, it looked like a giant panda with one side.He rubbed his eyes subconsciously, but the focus of his eyes hadn't recovered yet. For a while, looking at everyone was like looking at bacteria.cells above, flagella below
In the eyes of Master Wharton, he really wanted to paint black circles under his eyes with a pen.One on each side, this is well-proportioned, isn't it?

He flashed the invitation in front of Gretel:

"The annual meeting of "The Philosopher's Stone". "The Philosopher's Stone" is a monthly magazine run by the School of Change. Every year, a group of magicians will be invited to hold an academic conference. There will be many interesting gadgets for sale—if you want to find something you can't buy outside , or a new gadget that has just been made and has not yet been priced, it is right to go to this meeting.

The invitation is for my brother, I snatched it from him, and I can bring two people in.Boss, do you want to go together? "

Gretel hesitated.Master Wharton has already taken out the invitation card and dangled it in front of him:

"Go, go, go! There are so many interesting things at the meeting, dolls that can sing, metal birds that can deliver letters, and small houses that you can carry around! You can also meet many magicians who are in the direction of alchemy. Boss, what do you want? You can find someone to make it to order!"

Gretel was moved.His network is indeed his shortcoming. He knows more magicians, and he can do everything conveniently—such as tissue forceps, blood vessel forceps, aspirators, and precision analytical balances... Go to the annual meeting Go shopping, maybe you can find someone to do it?

Anyway, the petri dish is still there, whether you look at it or not, the bacteria in it should grow or grow...

At 13:[-] the next morning, Gretel followed Master Wharton into the venue. The annual meeting of "The Golden Stone" is not in the Tongtian Tower, but in the No.[-] floor of the sub-tower of the transformation department.According to the time schedule on the invitation, the academic meeting will not start until ten o'clock. Before ten o'clock, the whole venue is in chaos, and countless magicians are selling their own things:
"Household puppets can cook, wash, and clean for you. They can know 100 kinds of recipes. It's the best choice for single mages to travel far. Only 199 contribution points!"

"Come on, 100 of your 99 recipes are sandwiches, right?"

"Sell Cliff Eagle Eggs! You can sign a contract to become a magic pet! The other pair of eyes of the mage!"

"Why does your egg look so small? Is it really a cliff eagle? It can't be an owl, right?"

"Purple Scale Stone! Purple Scale Stone! Those who are rare in quantity get the highest price!"

"Let's see, let's see, let's see..."

Gretel walked all the way and watched strangely.Sure enough, he saw golems that could dance and do somersaults, a pair of snare drums that could resonate and transmit sound, and bundles of silver rods enchanted with [Immortal Flame] placed on the side.Gretel was very interested, standing in front of the booth, bargaining with the alchemist:

"I don't want to be so long... half a finger is enough! The light can keep the direction! If it can be done, I want 60 of them, and evenly inlay them on the disc..."

"Uh...the silver rod is made so long to describe the magic circle...we can cut it up to half a foot long! If it is shorter, the master will sell it, and the price will be doubled at least. Do you want more?"

Gretel fled in despair.Not to mention doubling the price, even at the current price, he can't afford it!A silver stick with a constant flame, starting at 100 gold coins, 60 would cost 6000 gold coins, and he didn't even have it if he bought it all... If not, why would he want to buy a shorter one?
Master Wharton was dragged away by him.Passing through seventeen or eight booths in a row, there was a sudden congestion in front of them, and a large group of mages rubbed shoulders one after another, squeezing towards a table:
"let me see!"

"Let me take a look!"

"Hey, I really saw it! It's so big!"

"Wow!!! Which wicked ghost put the bugs up! It's scary!!!"

Gretel became curious, pulled Wharton, and squeezed in along the crowd.Halfway through the squeeze, I saw a 27-year-old mage exulting, foaming, bragging to his friends:

"Well, it's interesting! I bought it when I was traveling in the south! This thing is much better than a magnifying glass, it can magnify things 100 times, and it opens the door to a new world! We are all friends, so I brought you over to have a look first , when the meeting is held later, this is the content of my speech! If you wait in line at that time, you won’t be able to get in the line!”

Aurora Wharton: "..."

He looked at Gretel, blinked, pointed to the table, and blinked again:
...I remember you watching this every day in the lab?

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