A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1019: Aishe Moon Song: Hey, Fellow Tribe Cub! Turn Around!
Previously on A Hospital in Another World?...
"Pam, female, 21 years old, commoner...30 minutes after injection, no adverse reactions."
"Ata, male, 18 years old, commoner...30 minutes after injection, no adverse reactions."
"Waiina, male, 25 years old, commoner..."
On the day of the human safety experiment, Garrett Nordmark was extremely nervous, personally overseeing the process. To ensure the accuracy of the safety experiment, he postponed it by three days:
The slaves sent for the experiment were bathed, dressed in clean and soft clothes, and allowed to rest and recover their strength. Then, each was checked for any illnesses, and a healing spell was used if necessary...
After three days, one with high blood pressure and one with obvious jaundice suspected of hepatitis were excluded, leaving a total of 48 people for the experiment.
Garrett was present on the front line. Not only was he there himself, but he also brought Cirilla along:
"Stay with me! If my healing spells aren't enough, I'll need you!"
"Hmph, now you remember to ask me to stay? Before, you pushed me away? Hmph, hmph, hmph..."
Cirilla was eventually dragged along, sitting in the specially arranged hall, bored, watching the slaves. Hmm, this one is fine, this one is also fine, this one is still fine...See, Garrett was too nervous! They had already tested on mice and monkeys twice before without any problems. With these 50 people, what could go wrong?
Compared to Cirilla, Garrett was much more nervous. He continuously scanned with the Life Observation spell and the nature priest's Life Sense spell, occasionally walking among the subjects, observing each one.
Hmm, checking for allergies or sudden illnesses, simple visual inspection should reveal any issues... But no room for complacency! Chicken embryo vaccines contain egg components, so people allergic to eggs will also be allergic to the vaccine...
Be cautious! Severe allergic reactions need immediate treatment, or they could be fatal!
Fortunately, among the 48 subjects, none showed any obvious adverse reactions. After 30 minutes, the subjects were dismissed, returned to their rooms to eat, drink, and rest without having to work.
In the afternoon, evening, the next day, and the third day, Garrett inspected again. On the morning of the fourth day, he finally announced the first phase was successful:
"No severe allergies, no high fever, no redness/swelling at the injection site, no widespread rash/severe headache/severe nausea/severe abdominal pain... In summary, safety passed! Next, test effectiveness!"
"Bring in the mosquitoes! Let them bite infected mice first, then bite humans!" Grand Mage Haines immediately issued the order. Garrett quickly added:
"Inject the mice with the strongest toxic blood from the initial batch, release several mosquitoes into each room... Don't let the subjects kill them!"
Grand Mage Haines: "..."
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No wonder you're the Plague Lord! When you get ruthless, you're worse than us necromancers!
Releasing dozens of mosquitoes into each room and not allowing the subjects to kill them, forcing them to endure being bitten all night, what kind of torture is this!
Garrett shrugged innocently. The immune effectiveness test requires a lethal dose...
That is, within a specified time, using a specific infection route, the minimum amount of bacteria or toxin needed to kill half of a certain weight or age group of animals.
However, currently, there's no reliable way to measure virus content, or rather, they can't manage it.
Measuring virus content, the simplest is the plaque assay method, which involves cultivating specific sensitive monolayer cells and then infecting them with the virus. After some time, count the plaques on the cell culture plate...
The cell group of mages still haven't figured out how to keep cells alive, let alone cultivate them with the virus. As for the more troublesome PCR method, what a joke? Where to find a PCR machine?
So the subjects have to suffer more bites. Fortunately, these mosquitoes were lab-cultivated, except for the yellow fever virus, they should... not carry... other viruses... right...
Luck was on their side. The first batch of subjects, though bitten painfully and itchily, their arms and legs swollen with dozens to hundreds of welts, were not killed by yellow fever.
Riding this wave of success, Grand Mage Haines immediately called for a second batch of slaves, then a third batch. Then, on the women and children working in the research institute, and on prisoners of war, testing began in batches:
Even following Garrett's requirement of five consecutive successful tests, large-scale promotion was possible!
Aishe Moon Song nervously paced around the square. Three batches of slaves, the first batch of 50, the second batch of 100, the third batch of 200...
Sent into the research institute in the volcano's crater, there was no response. No one came out alive, no remains came out, even the supplies sent in showed no noticeable change...
The research institute seemed like a huge mouth, swallowing one batch after another, not even belching. The aura of death didn't fluctuate much, every day, every day, feeling another batch...
What a terrifying place!
Should she return to the Elven Island and bring some elders over? With just herself and a few weaker forest rangers, she couldn't overturn this place!
Moreover, no useful information about the Plague Lord was obtained. In fact, nothing was learned at all—maybe her current guise and status were too low?
Even as a White Eagle Warrior or a mid-level priestess, she couldn't imitate the unique power fluctuations. Even if she could, she couldn't infiltrate; it was too easy to be recognized.
Disguising as an outsider, the locals wouldn't talk to her, and the Mage Tower could easily discover her disguise. If the city started a full-scale hunt, that would be troublesome!
"Need to think of a way... What way..."
Aishe Moon Song muttered as she paced. Suddenly, a phrase drifted to her ears:
"The Plague Lord was right here, with a wave of his hand, hung that guy on the street lamp..."
Street lamp?
Street lamp!
Right, why is there a street lamp here! The whole square has none, the whole city has none in other places! Just here, there's a street lamp, and it's in the style of the Old World!
Aishe Moon Song quickly looked up. Not far away, two mages stood side by side, the older one pointing at the street lamp, speaking enthusiastically:
"Hung right there, no one dared to touch him, not even the Serpent God dared... just hanging there, hanging there..."
Aishe Moon Song squinted slightly. Without special spells, she could feel the lingering aura on the street lamp:
Strong, terrified, painful, resentful. And clearly, the aura of the Radiant Church.
To be able to hang such a powerful person with a wave of his hand, without the other being able to resist... This Plague Lord was probably as strong as her, or even stronger?
Be careful!
Be very careful!
If she couldn't find an opportunity in three more days, she would write to the elders... Go back to the Elven Island and bring some big shots... Such a cold, dangerous place, with possibly a nature devotee trapped inside, she couldn't stand by!
Aishe Moon Song made up her mind and returned to the vicinity of the volcano's crater, watching from a distance. This time, she didn't wait long for an encouraging development:
Someone came out of the research institute!
Someone came out!
And it wasn't one of those detestable necromancers, always surrounded by death energy and skeletons!
It was one of her own! Fresh and natural energy surrounded him, lightly singing!
He was dressed as a traveler, wearing a big hat, riding a tall and strong Silver Moon Deer. An elven girl rode with him—Aishe Moon Song sniffed hard, frowning in confusion:
Who is this elven girl?
Why couldn't she smell the scent of her kin?
A strong scent of snow, cold wind, and mist... Strange... Why would she disguise as an elf?
Is she friendly or hostile towards elves? Is she friendly or hostile towards that person surrounded by natural energy?
Also, there was a tall, strong barbarian with them, a strange combination... Be cautious! Be very cautious! Don't act until it's clear!
Aishe Moon Song went down again. After they walked far, she transformed into a Red Hawk and flew over the research institute.
Indeed, the natural energy felt earlier was from the person who just left!
Why did he leave?
Is he free?
Who is the elven girl with him?
Aishe Moon Song didn't approach directly. As a forest guardian, she had seen all kinds of humans and uncovered various plots—
Using innocent and kind people as bait to ambush the forest guardians wasn't uncommon!
She kept her distance, quietly tracking. As a seasoned forest guardian, Aishe Moon Song wasn't worried about losing the trail: wild grass, bushes, birds, beasts, and insects would guide her.
Conversely, keeping a distance could reveal if anyone was tracking them or setting a trap...
One day, two days, three days. The nature's favored one, the strange elf, and the barbarian with the Silver Moon Deer left the city, descended from the plateau, and entered the lowland jungle below. Aishe Moon Song perked up, tracking closer:
The jungle is her home! Also her battlefield! Even if it's not the rainforest she's guarded for over a hundred years, this jungle would still hide her, guide her, help her!
She transformed into a black panther, silently moving through the shadows, observing. The nature's favored one and his companions were chatting and laughing, their relationship very harmonious, appearing to be long-time adventuring partners.
Moreover, A
ishe Moon Song made a new discovery—
This nature's favored one was under a familiar spell! An elven spell used to conceal one's appearance for decades, resistant to most dispelling spells!
It's a kin!
A cub of her kin!
Such a familiar scent, she wouldn't mistake it!
She quietly approached. As Garrett—Aishe Moon Song now knew his name—walked alone into the forest, calling out, "Cirilla, I'll go pick some fruit, be right back," she sneaked up behind him and tapped his shoulder:
"Hey!"
Fellow tribe cub!
Turn around!
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