A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1031: Sister Moon Song, You Can Slowly Cultivate Cells, I'm Out...

"Look, now I'm trying another method, mass cultivating pathogenic factors."

Garrett led Aishe Moon Song through the cell group's cultivation room. The elf ranger wore heavy isolation clothing, her footsteps thumping dully on the floor, quite unaccustomed. After a few steps, her shoulders would twitch, and after a few more, her long ears would shake...

However, seeing the entire cell group on high alert, with every necromancer working in such attire and operating in specialized cabinets, Aishe Moon Song had no choice but to follow suit. She endured the discomfort and listened to Garrett say:

"The pathogenic factors can grow inside mice, rabbits, and monkeys, mainly in certain organs. When we make tissue sections, we observe cellular degeneration, indicating that the pathogenic factors grow within cells..."

"Wait, wait... what are 'cells'?"

Garrett shrugged. He had been waiting for this question to pique her interest so he could start explaining from the basics.

He showed Aishe Moon Song how to use the microscope, allowing her to see organ tissues, normal cells, and pathological sections of infected tissues under the microscope. After establishing the concept that "pathogenic factors grow within cells," he continued:

"I thought, as long as we can make cells grow independently outside the body and let the pathogenic factors proliferate inside them, wouldn't we not need to kill chickens? But so far, they haven't been able to do that, so I want to ask Sister Moon Song for help..."

Aishe Moon Song looked puzzled. Her beautiful green eyes rippled with dizziness as she looked at Garrett, then at the bottles and jars in front of her, and then back at Garrett, and then at the mush in the bottles and jars...

"Although I'm good at communicating with nature, that just means I'm good at communicating with animals, plants, and the earth. A mouse, no problem. A rabbit, no problem. But a piece of a mouse's liver... the mush scraped from it, how am I supposed to communicate with that?"

"Sister Moon Song, don't be anxious..."

Garrett smiled broadly. He led the elf ranger to another empty room, waved his hand, and displayed another set of treasures:

Large jars, small jars, various pipelines, and stirring tanks... the penicillin production line.

"Sister Moon Song, look, this is the council's penicillin production line, a special medicine used to suppress many diseases and external injuries. The key to this production line is the mass growth of penicillin mold..."

As he spoke, he took a bottle, added distilled water, added cornstarch, stirred, adjusted the temperature, and finally added the mold, carefully adding things little by little and stirring. He tilted his head slightly, as if communicating with something while working.

Aishe Moon Song's expression turned serious. She expanded her spiritual power, enveloping Garrett, the bottle in his hand, and the mold already starting to grow inside the bottle. Garrett then picked a bit of the mold and spread it on a culture dish, inviting her to look:

"It's clearer under the microscope... Sister Moon Song, look, this is what they look like..."

Aishe Moon Song was now much more familiar with the microscope. She leaned over the eyepiece and carefully examined the penicillin under the microscope. After she finished looking, Garrett had already placed the sterile flask on the table and gestured to her:

"Communicate with the penicillin mold, sense their needs, and provide them with the most suitable environment for rapid growth. Help them a bit when they struggle during environmental adjustments, so they can survive through it..."

Aishe Moon Song sensed Garrett's spiritual fluctuations and the changes in the penicillin mold inside the bottle, contemplating silently. Garrett spread his hands:

"In Nevis, an elder led several high-level and low-level natural priests to do this. Once the elder determined the production needs, even apprentices could handle the communication and maintenance."

Aishe Moon Song glanced quickly at Garrett. Her gaze was extremely complex, with surprise, admiration, and a hint of sarcasm. Garrett didn't need to ask to know what she was thinking:

"Yes, even with my level of natural communication skills, I can maintain this production line. Sister Moon Song, give it a try, it's not difficult."

Aishe Moon Song took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, and gathered her spiritual power to an extremely fine degree, fully meditating. Soon, she nodded:

"It's indeed not difficult. — Hmm, their power is very subtle, and their needs are very simple... As long as I focus and calm down, I can hear their needs..."

As she spoke, her eyes grew distant, lost in thought. It turned out that the subtle sounds she heard in the forest, from the earth, the soil, the water, and the tree bark, were these things?

These bacteria... these bacteria...

"Sister Moon Song, if you can communicate with penicillin mold, communicating with cells shouldn't be difficult either. Understanding what they want, what they dislike, when they're close to dying, and when they feel better... it's all up to you!"

With that, he put away the penicillin production line, emptied and cleaned the flask, and pushed her towards the cell group. He called the lead mage of the experiment group to explain to the elf:

"Our approach mainly simulates the growth environment and conditions of cells inside the body to keep them growing. Currently, we use a special preservative liquid from Black Crow Swamp..."

"Sometimes they grow well, but then stop growing after a few days..."

"Using necromantic spells like [Corrupt Tumor Swelling] or [Corrupt Tumor Explosion] can promote rapid cell growth. However, once the spell stops, they immediately stop growing. And even if the spell continues, they die quickly..."

Aishe Moon Song's eyes flashed with a hint of disgust. Seeing Garrett clasping his hands and shaking them up and down, she managed to endure it and continued listening to the necromancer's explanation:

"The problem is, we don't know what they like, what they want, or what will kill them. We only find out there's a problem when the cells in the bottle are almost dead. It would be great if we could know immediately..."

He gestured forward. On the glass and steel experimental table were bottles and jars, labeled with many words that Aishe Moon Song could recognize individually but not when combined.

Besides the bottles and jars, there were all sorts of flasks, measuring cups, and droppers. Flame torches, water boiling pots...

If it weren't for the fact that they were cultivating cells, Aishe Moon Song might have thought it was the potion room of the elders on Elf Island or a kitchen for cooking gourmet food. Of course, the two are somewhat similar.

The leader of the cell group smiled ingratiatingly:

"We can only sense when they're close to dying or already dead, but not what they need. If you could give us some direction, it would be great... All the reagents here are at your disposal, feel free to use and experiment!"

Aishe Moon Song closed her eyes slightly. She focused her spiritual power on the flask in front of her and clearly sensed the life force inside. Some were active, some were withered, and some were on the verge of death. She nodded confidently:

"No problem. I'll help you."

The cell group leader breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, someone was finally here to help. He had heard from the neighboring egg group that this big shot had incredible abilities in sensing life energy...

So far, their cell group had burned through the most resources and produced the least results, constantly being mocked. Even though the Plague Lord spoke for them at every meeting, it couldn't offset their lack of results!

Garrett also breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness, he had finally convinced this elf big shot to join. Cultivating cells was not an easy task; in fact, it was extremely difficult!

From his time as a graduate student to his work afterwards, he had constantly heard classmates, colleagues, and new doctors discussing:

"Ahhh, they died again! Ahhh, they died again! Ahhh, they were growing well, and as soon as I changed the liquid or the flask, they died! Ahhh!"

This was with ready-made culture liquids, ready-made formulas, and ready-made procedures. Some people could cultivate well, while others, who were not good at it, killed everything they touched. The latter either switched to clinical work or changed directions...

In the current research institute, there was no standard culture liquid, no trypsin, no amino acids, no dimethyl sulfoxide. What? Cultivating cells requires fetal bovine serum?

Where is the standard breed, specially cultivated calves? Wild cattle don't count! The descendants of the White Horn King or those wild cattle roaming the prairie don't count!

The serum collected from calves no more than 20 days old, mixed in batches, filtered through 0.1μm microporous filters for sterility, and with endotoxin levels below a certain standard...

Sorry, none available!

Garrett started this project, hoping the mages could use spells to bypass the conventional methods. Of course, now that he had convinced the elf ranger to join, another advantage was that she probably wouldn't have time to chase him to learn polymorph spells.

Sister Moon Song, you can take your time with this, and let me know when you have results. Well, if you can't use divine spells to bypass it, or if the divine spells aren't effective enough, conservatively estimating, it will take at least a year and a half...

I'm out...

"Garrett! Study your polymorph spell properly! I'll check your progress after I'm done here!"

The elf ranger's voice followed him closely. Garrett started running, waving his hand backward as he went:

"I know, I

 know! Let me think... let me study it... I'll learn it once I understand it!"

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