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

Chapter 229 "Arcana" Academic Annual Meeting

Gretel struggled for two full months.From the end of August when the golden wind blows cool and the nights are slightly cool, to the end of October when the vegetation is withered and the cold rain is drizzling, I worked 12 hours a day, but still no penicillin came out of the liver.

Of course, other aspects of the results are very rich:

Adding acid and alkali to various dyes, heating, and tossing back and forth, it is a lot of tossing out a batch of new things. If you are willing to sell them to the alchemy union, you can probably sell them at a good price—it’s a pity that the protagonist doesn’t bother to sort them out and sell them. too much time wasting;
I promised that the ten pathogenic bacteria in the Black Crow Swamp have been isolated, purified, and cultivated, and the animal experiments and experimental records have been completed. If you want to complete the question, you can hand it over at any time;

The savages have gained weight from eating - there are only so many materials used to make the culture medium every day, and the remaining beef, mutton, seaweed, sea stone flowers, etc., boiled, roasted, most of them, have entered the barbarian human belly...

The only trouble is that penicillin has never progressed.

That's why Gretel didn't dare to finish the question.What a joke, what if the guys from Black Crow Swamp do too much experimentation, multiply and spread these infectious bacteria randomly, and what if they really create a plague?
Relying on magical treatment is obviously a drop in the bucket.The bacillary dysentery outbreak in Heartland was already evident.At that time, holding a bottle of antibiotics in hand will be the confidence to suppress the plague!

"Bernard—I'll run a little farther tomorrow to see if there are spots and patches of green mold, no matter it grows on the soil, books, or all kinds of melon skins, scrape off a piece of it for me return!"

"Okay, boss!"

"Buy another bunch of fruit and come back, cut it open and let it grow mold!"

"No... no problem, boss."

"Add a brazier to the room where the fruit is placed. Make it warmer, otherwise the mold won't grow. By the way, don't stay in that room. It's not good to stay in the moldy room for a long time! Go to another room to enjoy the fire! "

"It's not enough, boss? I'm very strong! There's no need to warm up in this day!"

"Don't save me money, we are not short of these charcoal money..."

"Boss! Someone is knocking on the door! I'll go out and have a look!"

The savage ran as fast as he could.After going back and forth for a while, the tall body moved, and Master Wharton stood up with a smile, and held up an envelope:
"boss!"

"What are you doing here?"

Gretel raised his head from his notebook, his face full of surprise: "Didn't I tell you not to come here often? Isn't today's disinfectant already delivered?"

Yes, since Gretel started the bacterial culture project, his number two follower, the fifth-level mage Mr. Aurora Wharton, was kicked out of the laboratory... In Gretel's words:

"Your research direction is not biomedicine! You are from the Department of Esthetics. No matter how much effort you spend on this area, it will not do you any good! Besides, working here is troublesome. Wearing gloves and taking off gloves, protective clothing and protective clothing every day Submit, a lot of rules! Let's go, go back to the mage's tower!"

The magician of the evocation department has no concept of aseptic operation, and the operational skills in biomedicine... just look at the strength of the one who makes chlorine gas by himself and then poisons himself, probably not as good as a bachelor's degree.If a petri dish, Erlenmeyer flask or something is knocked over, Emma, ​​it's not enough trouble for him.

Therefore, Master Wharton's duty is to deliver freshly prepared disinfectant to the laboratory once a day.

Two barrels.A bucket for the shower, and a bucket for splashing the floor.

Aurora stood in front of the table holding a piece of paper, aggrieved, her blond hair looked dimmed by two points.Gretel thought for a while, took out a notebook from the drawer on the right hand side, flipped to the place where the bookmark was, took a look, and asked:
"Since you are here today - how are the various compounds of iodine doing? Using various combustible gases as spell-casting materials, researching fire magic, how is the research going? Let you study bauxite, how is the research going? gone?"

"...Boss, I'm here to send invitations..."

He handed over the envelope in his hand.The envelope was made of smooth dark blue hard cardboard, dark blue, almost black, with silver powder shining dots on it.At first glance, it looks like the starry sky that is about to enter the night.

There is no word on the envelope, only a single mark flashing in the center of the front.However, no one can ignore this mark alone.

Outer double circle ring.Internal hexagram.In the space cut out by the six-pointed star, various marks of time, matter, elements, and metals are drawn respectively.And in the center of the six-pointed star, there is a black and white eye that is bright and bright, day and night.

The logo for the journal Arcane.

On the back of the envelope, on the crimson wax seal, the same logo was stamped.Gretel opened the sealing seal and poured out the letter. On the clean white letter paper, lines of beautiful cursive characters looked like vines:

"Dear Mr. Gretel Nordmark:
Since you have published articles on "Arcane" and achieved important research results in the field of evocation magic in the past year,
You are hereby invited to come to the Hall of Sages of Bridge School of Magic and Magic at 11:05 am on November [-]th to attend the "Arcane" annual academic conference and the annual Young Magician Awards Ceremony.

"Arcane" editorial department"

huh?

Going to an academic conference?
Gretel glanced at the calendar subconsciously. November 11th... what day is it today?There is no need to commute to and from get off work on time, no weekends, and naturally no holidays for festivals and triple wages.Except that the date needs to be written when writing the experimental records, other times, the date is nothing to him...

His questions were quickly answered.Aurora stretched his head over, looked at ten lines on his hand, read the invitation, and exclaimed:
"Wow, boss, the invitation to the annual meeting of "Arcane"! The teacher has only attended twice! Boss, can you take me with you? By the way, boss, do you have formal clothes? If not, let's go out for a walk together, There are still 5 days left before the meeting, and there is still time to make clothes! There is also an awards ceremony! If you are invited, you will definitely win an award!"

Gretel covered his head and blocked his ears.

Who is whose follower... Even if there is one person who should play the role of Tang Seng, it should be me!
Of course, the academic annual meeting is to go, the street is also to be visited, and formal attire is also to be done.After all, it is the top academic journal in the magic world, and the ranking of "Arcane" is definitely not comparable to publications like "The Philosopher's Stone".According to Aurora's explanation, the magicians who received the invitation to the "Arcane" annual meeting, unless they are legends, will usually be invited to attend...

And the process of the "Arcane" academic annual meeting is also much more serious than the process of the "Philosopher's" meeting. "The Golden Stone" starts at 10:[-] a.m., everyone arrives early at seven or eight o'clock, and sets up a booth for two hours in the empty venue.The bustling, lively and jubilant scene still left a deep impression on Grete.

As for the "Arcane" academic annual meeting, because it is open to magicians from all over the world, everyone is required to sign in one day in advance.After signing in, if there are magicians from other places who need accommodation, the organizer of the annual meeting—actually borrowing the administrative organization of the college—will also come forward to arrange it.

Therefore, on the afternoon of November 11th, the Bridge School of Magic was bustling with people, and there were many young magicians.

"Gretel!—is it Gretel?"

Gretel put down his signature pen and straightened up from the registration desk, when he heard someone calling his name from a distance.He turned his head following the sound, and a brown-haired mage already looked excited, and squeezed forward through the crowd:

"Long time no see! Are you still in Nevis? Where do you work?"

"... Miles."

Gretel shook his head, trying to match his face with the person.The one who came was a classmate in his training class, who later entered the illusion school. At the beginning of the year, when the ultrasonic magic was first developed, Gretel had a meal with them.

That time when everyone thought the foie gras was not fat, Miles went to the goose cage to catch the goose with his own hands, and even gave a mouthful to the white goose... It can’t be blamed for him not recognizing it, Miles has grown up a lot compared to the beginning of the year He didn't even dare to recognize it when he was so big!

"Long time no see, you're so much taller!" Gretel laughed in surprise, raising his hand in comparison.Having lived in seclusion for such a long time, it is rare to meet acquaintances, so he is still a little happy:

"Go to have a meal together?"

"Go, go! Tomorrow's meeting, many people will come!" Miles led him out: "Everyone is in the store at the back door, walk around, get together!"

There is almost a restaurant street at the entrance of every academy—or the back entrance, most of the time—and the magic academy in another world is no exception.When students are tired of the school cafeteria and want to have a tooth festival or have a party, these convenient, cheap, and rich-tasting restaurants have become the students' first choice.

Because it is for magicians, even for apprentice magicians and low-level magicians, the consumption level of this restaurant street is still acceptable.At the very least, every meal can have meat.But when it comes to "the store at the back door", among the students and trainees, there is only one default:
On the right side of the back door, the third door is the "Magician's House" that is attached to the back wall of the college.

The owner of this house is a grinning little old man from the north, who has lived in the local area for 20 years, and his accent has become almost the same as that of the locals.However, in terms of dishes, it still retains some northern characteristics-the dishes are relatively large, and when students come to eat, they always give more meat.So when it's meal time, the upstairs and downstairs are full, and you can sit until you go down the corner of the stairs.

Gretel followed Master Miles and squeezed sideways for a long way before he sat down by the window on the second floor.At this time, the dining table was already full of people, all of whom were the best in the on-the-spot training class, and the group who were able to stay in Nevis.Seeing Gretel coming, they all raised their hands and said hello:
"Grete, here you come! Sit inside, sit inside!"

"It's been a long time since I saw you! I heard that you entered the Horn of Thunder, which archmage's sect? I didn't find out about you when I went to the peak last time..."

"I heard that you went to the annual meeting of "The Golden Stone"..."

"The food is served! Let's all move aside! Chris, please don't stand up—"

"Be careful!!!"

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