Comprehensive network wizard, magic emperor

The sound of the waves muttered incessantly, reporting the approaching hurricane to the wizard's ears every day.

Today, this tropical cyclone is barreling toward the Windward Islands, and tomorrow it might circle another island. Meteorology is inherently an unpredictable, chaotic system, and there's no such thing as a completely accurate forecast.

Anyway, no matter whether the hurricane comes early or late, Limbaugh has to continue to be a civil engineer and enjoy the work as soon as possible.

The construction of the Dongya Grottoes was well-organized. However, due to the limitations of the construction equipment, he was actually unable to build any perfect buildings and could only make do with what he had.

Lin Bo's goal is to protect the mushroom garden from the effects of strong winds and heavy rain. Considering that the cave itself has sufficient depth and the mountain above is like a big umbrella, the atrium area will basically not be exposed to rain.

His biggest concern was that the cave was sinking deeper and rainfall at the entrance might pour into the courtyard.

The grotto entrance is not an oval, but an arch, higher in the middle and lower on the sides. Lin Bo observed the accumulation of aged guano near the entrance and found that the amount on the sides was smaller and fresher, indicating that runoff had indeed occurred.

The atrium is at a lower level than the entrance, so the rainwater that flows in will inevitably spread out and may even soak the mushroom garden. We must not take it lightly.

Another problem is the short-term rapid drop in temperature caused by the hurricane, which is likely to affect the normal growth of mushrooms.

A qualified mushroom garden should at least have the functions of sheltering from wind and rain and maintaining constant temperature and humidity.

Lin Bo planned to build a greenhouse and bought some building materials from Agilent.

A lightweight alloy frame is used as the supporting structure of the house, and its appearance is similar to a felt tent commonly seen on the grassland.

The alloy frame is foldable and easy to install. Just pull it open. It is just an empty skeleton with an internal space of about 30 cubic meters, which is spacious enough as a temporary greenhouse.

The floor of the atrium has a certain inclination angle, so Lin Bo has to lay a level foundation first.

He planned to buy quick-drying cement to build a horizontal base, then place the alloy frame on it, nail thin iron sheets on the frame skeleton, apply a layer of aerogel insulation, and then cover it with waterproof tarpaulin, leaving a door for passage and four windows for ventilation.

As for heating the mushroom garden when a hurricane hits, Lin Bo plans to use an electric stove. He has dismantled several of these things, and it is also easy to add a temperature control function.

The advantages are that it is cheap, simple, easy to use, and saves electricity. There is no need to move a generator to the Dongya Grottoes. A few batteries can provide power for several days to a week.

As for the downsides? It's simply limited by power, so the heating rate isn't very fast. However, as long as the room has a certain level of insulation, there's no need to worry about a sudden drop in room temperature.

In addition to the construction plan of the mushroom garden, Lin Bo also plans to renovate the lighthouse in his spare time.

The key was to lay out the circuit. The whale oil generator set in the mechanical room powered the Fresnel lens and the light bulbs on the third floor. There was no electricity on the first and second floors. When he wanted to read in the bedroom, he had to light the whale oil lamp, which was very tiring for his eyes.

Nowadays, there is no stove in the kitchen, only a fire pit. Charcoal is used for cooking, and a cast iron soup pot is hung above the fire pit. Such kitchen utensils can only make some simple dishes, so the night watchmen usually eat very simply, with bread and soup for every meal.

Lin Bo plans to switch to an induction cooker for easier temperature control. In the future, whether he is cooking, stewing soups, or refining pills, he will not have to operate in a hanging pot.

The parts such as wires, switches, sockets, etc. used in decoration, as well as inverters, transformers, transformers and other equipment, can basically be purchased in the copy.

Lin Bo now visits the machinery factory three times a day to shop for free. The more he browses, the more he discovers that there are so many good things that can be used after just a few repairs. This is also the benefit of his growing expertise in the field of machinery.

Early Saturday morning, someone saw the lighthouse keeper wandering the woods outside the town, carrying a notebook and pen, with a canvas bag slung across his shoulder. Anyone who greeted him would smile and respond. If asked what he was doing, he would say, "Looking for medicine."

From then on, they would see the night watchman heading for the woods and meadows every day. He would always stop somewhere, writing or drawing in his notebook, chewing something. Occasionally, they would see dark green grass juice at the corners of his lips, and the canvas bag filled with many bottles and jars would make gentle clinking sounds as he walked.

The news that the night watchman could cure diseases began to spread in the streets and alleys of Stone Tower Town. The recovery of the old teacher Qiao Lun became the headline news in the bakery of the Intelligence Center, and then spread to every household through the diligent mouths of the women.

Soon people came to the lighthouse to seek medical treatment.

Among the working population in Shita Town, more than half are workers from the nearby port city of Jinbei, and the rest are fishermen and sailors who make a living at sea. The probability of injury in the factory is quite high, and getting sick while drifting on the sea is commonplace.

Working people always choose to seek medical treatment only when they really can't bear it anymore. For a long time, the number of people suffering from injuries and illnesses in this town has been huge.

Not to mention the health problems of adolescents and children. No one has not been injured while growing up, whether it is an accident while playing or an injury when participating in labor early, etc., but before this, these young people’s injuries have not received effective help.

Everyone here is just getting by, taking each day as it comes.

It was not until the rumor of a doctor appearing in Stone Tower Town that the townspeople who could not bear the pain and really did not want to go to the clinics and hospitals in the city came to the lighthouse with the mentality of giving it a try.

Chapter 29 A Neighbor with Medical Skills

Saturday morning.

The coast was still foggy.

The lighthouse keeper stood by the window, muttering a spell softly.

"(Word Spirit) The mist has left."

The mage recited the mantra several times, and the lingering sea fog dissipated. The air was clear and clean like flowing glass. The sunlight fell on the brown and red tiles of the town's houses, and last night's rain still sparkled like pearls.

Lin Bo turned off the lights and took out the whale oil storage tank from the generator set and put it away.

The robot that kept watch with him, Iron Guard One, silently returned to the corner and stood there like a faithful statue.

After locking the doors and windows, Lin Bo got dressed and packed up, then left the lighthouse and headed towards the woods outside Shita Town.

Ever since he upgraded his pharmacist's tongue recognition to Lv3, which makes him immune to all poisons, he set up a daily schedule. Every morning he goes out to taste herbs, at noon he goes to the East Cliff Grottoes to run a dungeon, and then continues to build the mushroom garden. He will not return to the lighthouse until dusk.

The daily work schedule is very full, but I haven't forgotten to practice Mantra Control and Meditation, which I complete while in the dungeon.

Before going to the third floor to kill the elite monsters, meditate for three hours to replenish your energy, complete a meditation practice, pass the dungeon, and complete a mantra control practice.

The dungeon has a hidden opening time limit, and players are not allowed to stay there indefinitely, otherwise they will be forcibly judged dead. Otherwise, Lin Bo would be happy to bring food and clean water and practice in the dungeon for several days and nights.

The proficiency of the Black Snake Meditation Technique is increasing in an orderly manner, and it is not far from upgrading.

As for the Mantra Controlling Technique - Flow, since the proficiency bar is too long, even if you practice it every day, it will take about three months to upgrade.

Relying on his youth and freedom, and not having much wealth or material desires, Lin Bo has the patience.

Not long after he left the house, some townspeople came to visit the lighthouse in search of medical treatment.

He was a fisherman who went out late and came back early. He was still yawning when his wife forced him to see a doctor.

The fisherman's expression and body language did not reveal any sign of happiness. His brows were frowned and he was hesitant. When the couple arrived at the lighthouse, they found that the low wooden door of the yard was bolted and all the doors and windows were closed.

The fisherman breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Aha! The watchman must be asleep now. Let's go home and talk about the doctor later."

The wife refused and grabbed the fisherman's clothes and called out to the night watchman at the lighthouse, but there was no response.

"go home."

"Wait a little longer," cried the wife angrily, "maybe he will be back soon."

A moment later, new visitors arrived. They were a father and son. The gray-haired father was holding the sturdy and rough young man. From a distance, the father could be heard praising his fellow church members and repeatedly reminding the young man to be polite.

"Are you here to see a doctor too?" The old sailor smiled at the fisherman and his wife, a bit complacent. "I saw it with my own eyes the day before yesterday. Qiao Lun's life was dragged back from the clutches of death by the night watchman. With a red-hot iron needle, he pierced the disease away in three strokes."

The wife, unaware of the truth, exclaimed and waited even more eagerly. The fisherman, unaware of the truth, turned pale and begged to go home even more anxiously.

An hour later, the crowd outside the lighthouse had grown larger and larger, with more than twenty people gathered, chattering and talking. After such a long wait, some people inevitably complained, but no one left on their own initiative.

"What are you all doing here?" Granny Wei Li came over with a basket. "The night watchman is collecting herbs in the woods."

She smiled.

Not long ago, a patrolling guard saw the night watchman going to the woods. After they had a brief conversation, they said goodbye. The guard casually told this little thing to the women washing clothes by the well.

Grandma Wei Li hurried home with the wash basin, cut a few slices of bread, spread thick butter on them, boiled two fresh eggs, put the vegetable stew into a ceramic pot, put all the food in a basket, and headed to the woods.

Staggering through waist-high bushes, she saw Lin Bo sitting under a fir tree, sketching a marigold with a notebook.

"Good morning, Ms. Wei Li." Lin Bo put down his pen and paper, stood up and greeted her.

"Night Watchman, won't you go and rest?"

"I sleep less." Lin Bo has replaced sleep with meditation at night.

"Tell me what you had for breakfast? Bread and fish soup?"

Lin Bo took out six salt fish sandwiches wrapped in a napkin from his bag. This was his daytime meal, and he did the same every day.

Grandma Wei Li's lips curled up, pleased with her own foresight. Then, she laid out the food in the basket with a complaint, "I know how sloppy a man living alone can be with his meals. Don't despise an old woman's cooking. Eat."

Lin Bo felt that there was nothing wrong with his diet. Bread was carbohydrates, salted fish was protein and salt, and as for dietary fiber and vitamins, the herbs he usually took at night were already an excess of supplements.

They chatted casually, and only after Lin Bo drank the last mouthful of the thick soup did Grandma Wei Li leave with satisfaction.

Now she came to the lighthouse again with some fresh vegetables, and persuaded the anxious visitors to leave and asked them to come back in the afternoon.

In the evening, it was rare that it didn't rain, but the Bailuo Tavern was even quieter than usual.

The boss looked at the sparse number of customers, his brows furrowed tightly, "Where has everyone gone?"

"I know," waitress Ji Ling said excitedly, "a lot of people are going to the night watchman for medical treatment."

"Why are you so happy?" the tavern owner snorted. "You want to watch the fun, right?"

Ji Ling looked pleading.

"Well, go ahead, but you have to come back after you've seen the fun. You never know when customers will come."

"I know--" the tail end had already disappeared outside the door.

Many patients and their families were wandering in the fields near the lighthouse, and children who had just finished school were chattering and chasing each other in the crowd.

Almost every household was not empty-handed. Tobacco, wine, and food were gifts, as well as cloth and banknotes, which were money for medical treatment.

The wet night watchman appeared from the avenue and saw the dense crowd outside the lighthouse from afar.

Becoming a doctor is not easy, and life after becoming a doctor is even harder.

He stopped, took a deep breath, and then continued to walk towards the lighthouse. The crowd made way for him, everyone stared at him eagerly, and raised the gifts in their hands a little higher so that the night watchman could see them clearly.

These people who do not live in wealth, when showing their sincerity in seeking medical treatment, are like beggar kings and prostitute princesses. Their reserved postures cannot hide their embarrassment.

Lin Bo walked to the low gate of the yard, unbolted it, and smiled as he invited everyone into the yard.

"The lighthouse is too crowded. Let's get treated outside."

He called a strong sailor, moved out tables and chairs, and treated patients in the open air.

Apart from the festival parade, Shita Town had not seen such a fresh and lively scene for a long time. Dozens of people surrounded Lin Bo in three circles.

"Please line up, please line up." Lin Bo waved his hands and shouted, "Patients, line up, family members, step back. A few kind-hearted people, please help maintain order!"

Ji Ling squeezed to the front row and cleverly turned around to act fierce. "Did you hear what the doctor said? Hey, those who don't want to see a doctor can go outside. Those who want to see a doctor can get in line!"

Lin Bo asked the patient to hold out his hand. "As you can see, my conditions here are limited. I don't have any equipment or medicine."

"It's okay, it's okay. If it can be cured, then treat it. If it can't be cured, then forget it." The patient spoke to comfort her, but at the same time revealed some strange expressions, and glanced at the gifts piled in the yard, looking reluctant to leave.

Lin Bo suppressed a smile and said, "Whether it succeeds or not, take the things home later and listen to me, otherwise don't come here again."

"Alas, alas, this is inappropriate..."

"Now, I'm not a doctor, but a neighbor who knows medicine. And you're not here to treat a disease, just to chat with a neighbor. How about it?"

The night watchman did not give anyone room for refusal. He shouted for silence, suppressed the noise around him, and placed his finger on the patient's pulse.