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

Chapter 225 Fight for the health of the dwarves!

The news that Mithril production began to increase spread along the forging area to the Alchemy Guild, and then to the senior management of the School of Change.As for the other way, the research and development work has been completed... at least part of the research and development work has been completed by the great magicians of the evocation system, and the news has been uploaded all the way to the legendary master of Thunder Horn.

So, at the regular meeting of the review meeting this week, it was inevitable to talk about Gretel.

"Magic smelting of Mithril... No, electrolytic smelting is complete?"

"Yes, Mithril has been successfully produced."

"It is said that the production of semi-finished products is not a problem?"

"Yes, the dwarves are rushing to work day and night. It is said that the output of semi-finished products has increased by five times compared to before."

"That Gretel Nordmark, is this project over? It's time for us to discuss rewards?"

"Uh, this..."

"What's the matter? I was very generous when I issued the project, but I was not happy when I counted the rewards? Let me tell you, even if the increased Mithril production is distributed to him in proportion, that should be it! Well, a hundred Is one part enough?"

"...It's not this... The main thing is that Gretel Nordmark hasn't submitted the final report yet..."

"What is he still dawdling about? Can't write a report? Find someone to write it for him!"

Gretel was dying of grief.

Since the completion of electrolytic smelting, the work pressure of the dwarves has suddenly increased, and the working hours have also suddenly increased.The result is that from two hours of ironing, going out to drink and take a break, to four hours of ironing, going out for lunch, taking a break, and then going back to ironing...

"Why did he get dizzy again! I just said it's not okay!—Wait! Don't give him beer! Don't!"

Another dwarf came out flushed and dizzy, and rushed to the bar with S-shaped steps, took a glass of cold beer, tons, tons, tons...

"Hey! It's down again! Bernard! Help me drag someone! Drag him to the back and give him sugar and salt water! Oro, let's blow!"

The dwarves' physical fitness is indeed strong, but no matter how strong they are, they cannot stand up to such a build.Gretel glanced at the notebook in his hand... In three days, the number of people suffering from heat stroke soared from two times a day to 20 people a day!

What about another day? ... two more days?

As a doctor... Even if he is a clinician, not a labor security worker in an industrial enterprise, Gretel also said that he can't tolerate this kind of poor working conditions and the environment where workers are falling down in large numbers!

The important thing is that now he has the right to speak!
Gretel found Master Tarbert with a sullen face.Freed from the five high-level magic arts every day and the work of producing Mithril with all his strength, Master Tarbert's complexion improved a lot.Although the hair and beard are still white, the face has become more rosy, and the skin on the arm is no longer dry and wrinkled, it looks like it is tightly wrapped around the bone.

When Gretel approached, Master Tarbert had just finished a healing technique.The healed dwarf got up dripping wet, poured a bucket of stream water on his forehead, turned around and rushed back to the forging area.And Master Tarbert hesitated to speak, and finally just sighed slightly, watching the dwarf go away.

Gretel sat down beside him.He and the old dwarf looked at the gate of the forging area together, until the heatstroke dwarf disappeared inside the gate, then coughed and spoke softly:
"Master, we can't go on like this. There are more and more people suffering from heatstroke. If this goes on, everyone will fall ill one after another!"

"You think I don't know? But, we're running out of money!"

"how come?"

The old dwarf sighed.He let go of his hand, and a few broken white beards flew up from his hand.A look of pity flashed across the old man's face, he looked at his fingertips, frowning:

"The price of mithril has dropped...the processing cost has dropped from 500 gold coins per pound to 200 gold coins...Although semi-finished products can be sold for money, they are only 20 gold coins per pound-there is only a gap in the gap, and only everyone can work hard. Fill."

"You know, more than half of the food and ale that the compatriots in the settlement eat and drink are bought back by those of us who work outside with money."

The Magic Council has mastered the core technology - the price of high-end industrial products dropped instantly - the income of the dwarves decreased - they had to produce more raw materials and low-end industrial products.Gretel immediately figured out the ins and outs of this, and his whole body collapsed, feeling two large characters erected on his forehead:
accomplice!

It's still the red and black color... Everyone can legally pk, and the one with a particularly high explosion rate...

"But can't semi-finished products be sold more expensive? Only dwarves can smelt semi-finished products!"

The old dwarf continued to smile wryly.If the dwarf's original method is used, a fire pool can produce up to five or six pounds of semi-finished products a day.Now it can produce more than 50 pounds a day, but because the gas provided by the Magic Council is used, the selling price can't go up at all.In the words of Parliament:
"This kind of gas can only be made by three great magicians—"

Gretel was silent.However, the electrolytic smelting technology has been done, and it is obviously impossible to plug it back now.All he can do is to improve the welfare of the dwarves and strengthen labor protection.For example, go and talk to Magister Dumfries...

"Provide them with ice water?" Master Dumfries shook his head vigorously when he heard that. "Gretel, I know you care about those dwarves, but... to supply so many dwarves with ice water, a fifth-level mage like me, don't do other things for a day, just throw away freezing rays!"

"Then... how about supplying them with salt soda?"

"What's a salt soda?"

Gretel was silent.Fortunately, he still remembered the formula of salt soda, which was nothing more than water, sugar, salt, citric acid, baking soda and so on.Everything else is easy, citric acid can't be made for a while, so just use vinegar instead.He fiddled with the laboratory for a long time, and finally made a satisfactory salt soda, and then went to Master Dumfries——

"It's a good idea, but where does the money come from? According to your calculations, a dwarf needs 4 bottles of salt soda a day. Well, let's make a half discount and count as 2 bottles! The dwarves in the entire forging area need 4 pounds of salt a day. 4 pounds of baking soda, 2 pounds of sugar!

Even if the water is drawn from the creek at the door, and the firewood is cut directly on the mountain, the labor is not counted as money. If you add it all up, you will get at least 1 gold coin a day.Parliament does not have this extra budget, you pay it, or I pay it? "

One gold coin, 1 gold coins a month.This money is not a lot of money, and it is definitely not a small amount of money.Gretel is now a level 30 magician and a level 2 arcanist. His monthly fixed income, which is the allowance given to him by the Magic Council for a month, is less than 4 gold coins...

It's okay if you have a fixed budget.There is no fixed budget, and money is taken out of personal pockets, which can only be done occasionally-for example, to get a small amount of funding for the research projects of the Magic Council.Spending year after year is not the way to do things.

"Uh……"

Gretel was stumped.In the end, it was Master Tarbert who solved the problem. With the prestige of the master, he solved it with a simple and rude:
"Let them drink less alcohol! One by one, they will know how to drink alcohol! Each person's daily wages will be deducted from the two cups of ale, and all will be handed over to the tavern owner, and let him be responsible for hiring people—the forging area is not without women— - Make salt soda and deliver it every 2 hours! It will be steamy!"

You can't drink alcohol in the forging area, but you can drink salt soda.Gulp down a big bottle, burp, spew out a lot of gas, and feel comfortable all over.The number of heat strokes dropped from 20 per day to 2 per day.

Everyone is happy.The tavern owner solved the work of several cooks, the dwarves solved the problem of heat stroke, the production efficiency of the forging area was improved, and the resume of Mage Dumfries was more impressive.Only Gretel got nothing—

The salt soda business is not profitable at all.The price of salt soda supplied by the tavern owner is based on the cost line, and there is not even a copper profit...

From the beginning to the end, Gretel paid for the research and development expenses, and none of the money fell into his own pocket.

Oh, if there is something to be said for it, it is that the title of "Friend of the Dwarves" has been painted with a thick stroke of gold.If friendship can be quantified, his prestige value has probably gone from "friendly" to "respect" in one go...

But Gretel didn't care about making money.The problem of heat stroke was resolved, he turned his head back to the laboratory, and returned to the research work.The next goal is to liver out penicillin—oh, Mycobacterium tuberculosis is not particularly sensitive to penicillin, he may also need to liver out streptomycin...

"Ah—why is the bacterial culture so slow——"

Gretel stood among the petri dishes in the laboratory, hugging his head and crying.

At this moment, he missed his teacher very much: when dysentery was prevalent, Elder Erwin used to release magic spells to direct the growth of various bacteria.If there are elders by his side, this magical technique is enough to speed up the experiment process by 100 times!
However, Gretel will not.Not only he can't, even Pastor Matthew, who has advanced to the fifth level, can't.As for Elder Wood, he was far away in Oak Ridge, dozens of miles away, and Gretel was too embarrassed to do an experiment for himself, so he pulled him here from thousands of miles...

"Birth, birth, birth..."

Gretel was holding the oak stick, chanting weakly.

After more than half a year, the two green leaves on the top of the oak stick have become exactly the same, dark green in color and hard in texture.Judging from the green leaf form alone, Gretel has almost reached the peak in the level 2 priest level, and he can find a way to upgrade.

However, upgrading may not be useful.Gretel stretched out his finger, and a light green light fell, and several small mushrooms immediately grew in the petri dish.Seven or eight light-yellow, bright and clean canopies are spread all over the entire petri dish, and the tenderness is particularly pleasing.

Gretel's face darkened.It's like this again, it's like this again!

Ever since he learned to use vines to produce straws, he has no threshold for producing plants. As long as the seeds are held in his hands, he can always produce a tube or a wooden pole.As for the failure to grow into a complete plant, Gretel said that is not a problem, and he is not rare anyway.

However, the growth of bacteria will not work.Throwing a magic spell, the entire petri dish can be filled to the brim, and if you are unlucky, it will spread to the next door.How can it be separated and purified?

All crowded together!
Such a fast growth rate, with penicillin...wouldn't it be squeezed to death by them too...

Gretel started tearing at his hair dejectedly.I haven't cut my hair for more than half a year. The short hair, which was close to the size of the board, has covered the ears, and it feels a bit rough to pull.Gretel tore off one and twisted it around his fingertips, his gaze was scattered, and he passed through the gap between his fingers.

This shooting caliber is a bit too big... It would be great if it could be smaller... If the landing point can be controlled to the size of a needle tip, the size of a hair...

"Eh!"

Gretel suddenly jumped up.He flipped through the interspatial bag in a hurry, found the silver bell given by the master of the transformation department, shook it twice, and recited the spell:

"Time is money my friend!"

"Oh, it's not easy, you finally think of me?"

There was a weird questioning voice, and a bell came out together with Lan Yan.

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