A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1038: Cirilla, Pour Some Ice Water on Me to Wake Me Up!
Previously on A Hospital in Another World?...
"Corrupt Tumor?"
Aishe Moon Song's long, pointed ears twitched, and she wrinkled her nose, quietly stepping back a few paces.
Ah, it's already bad enough working with a necromancer—after all, Garrett's rules are strict. Everyone entering and leaving must undergo thorough cleaning, and the smell on them is covered by disinfectant—if you can't smell it, you can pretend it doesn't exist, and she could tolerate it.
But using necromancy was going too far! That cold, dark, corrupt smell clashed severely with the scent of nature!
Yes, death is part of the cycle of life and a part of nature, but necromancy is not! Forcing the reversal of life and death, keeping what should sink into death forcefully retained in the world, is the thing elves hate the most!
"Achoo—"
"Moon Song?" Garrett turned his head.
"Are you not feeling well? Did you catch a cold? Or were you too tired from looking after me just now? If you're tired, go rest for a while. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have troubled you so much..."
"I'm fine." Aishe Moon Song pressed her nose, forcibly holding back a second sneeze. She couldn't leave; she had to watch Garrett and ensure he didn't make any mistakes!
When facing difficulties or problems beyond one's capabilities, especially when it seems to have a righteous purpose, it's easy for people to fall."You guys try it! I'll be watching here!"
Garrett nodded and stopped persuading her to leave. On the other side, the necromancer who found the bad liver already took a piece of liver tissue, finely chopped it, and placed it in a culture medium. He closed his eyes, opened them, aimed at the flask, and cast a spell—
A faint black light passed by. The necromancer grabbed a magnifying glass, stared at the culture medium for a moment, and rejoiced.
"It works! It works! My lord, this piece of bad liver, the cells inside it grow much faster than the good cells! And they react particularly well to the Corrupt Tumor spell..."
"Then try several more times. Cut the liver tissue finer, especially the parts that look like different types of tissue and cells, and cultivate them separately."
Garrett, with a confident expression, carefully instructed.
"Keep the viable cells alive, re-bottle them, and continue cultivating to see which type is most sensitive to the Corrupt Tumor. Also, when cutting, compare with normal tissue and separate out the abnormal cells."
"Yes, my lord! We will carefully select them, my lord!"
Garrett felt both pleased and unsurprised by this result. Well, the liver looked like cancerous tissue at a glance, and after completing the intraoperative freezing, it became even clearer—
Cancer cells always grow faster and are more adaptable than normal cells. Moreover, Garrett always felt that cancer cells, which could cause death, might also adapt better to necromancy...
The famous HeLa cells, the so-called "immortal cells," which do not age and can divide infinitely, are a type of cancer cell!
"Work hard! If we can keep these cells alive, using them to amplify the pathogenic factors might become much easier!"
"We will certainly work hard, my lord! Rest assured, my lord! We will find more of these cells, my lord!"
The necromancer stood straight, nodding with each sentence, his face flushing from his neck to his cheeks and ears.
So excited, Garrett worried that his blood pressure would spike and he might faint...
To prevent such a tragedy and to avoid losing a capable worker (whether due to luck or skill, he seized this opportunity), Garrett decided to cool him down. With hands behind his back, he nodded indifferently.
"Go ahead, but don't rush. Take your time. Cultivating cells is not easy, and getting enough pathogenic factors will take a long time..."
"Yes, my lord! We will work hard, my lord!"
Garrett, shaken by his repeated "my lord," waved his hand and drifted away. Hmm, cancer cells might be easier to cultivate than normal cells. Hopefully, with the support of magic, they can keep them alive;
Of course, if they could find HeLa cells, that would be incredibly fortunate. Vaccines for polio, research on HPV virus infection, cloning technology, and telomerase research...
All are based on HeLa cells. Most importantly, the discovery of telomerase points to a very special and exciting direction—
Immortality!
Let them search slowly... To discover telomerase, one must first discover chromosomes, then analyze them, prove the double-helix structure, and discover telomere shortening...
Keep at it.
Garrett swayed back to his residence. After a hearty meal and a good night's sleep, he felt his mental, physical, and magical power fully restored, ready to get back to work.
Let's research!
Let's research!
The research he had been working on halfway still needed to continue; he couldn't give up!
Garrett, fully dressed, entered the laboratory and took a deep breath. In front of him were box after box...
Boxes stacked from the floor to the table, each inscribed with necromantic runes, specially used to store blood;
Opening the lid, tray after tray of 24 tubes each...
"Human blood. From Red Willow Village."
"Duck Feather, 23 years old, male, before vaccination."
"Duck Feather, 23 years old, male, after vaccination."
"Duck Feather, 23 years old, male, one day after vaccination."
"Duck Egg, 17 years old, female, before vaccination."
"Duck Egg, 17 years old, female, after vaccination."
"Duck Egg, 17 years old, female, one day after vaccination."
"Red Willow, 32 years old, male..."
"Chicken Embryo 7058, before vaccination..."
"Chicken Embryo 7058, after vaccination..."
Garrett's fingers twitched. Several Mage Hands flew up, opening and closing the test tubes, opening and closing the test tubes...
Each action represented his mental effort, extracting a drop of blood from the test tubes, using the Bloodline Identification spell, and storing the information; next tube, Bloodline Identification, store information...
Thanks to the meditation core and the support of world will, he shaped the meditation core into a biological computer. So far, he hadn't seen its storage limit—
Equivalent to carrying a Tower Spirit with him. An automatic storage and calculation type. Hehe!
No need to pitifully buy chips, no need to carry huge debts for buying a Tower Spirit or Mage Tower, calculating daily how to make money to pay off debts!
Garrett cast spells, analyzed, and stored information while letting the meditation core calculate, thinking at the same time. For the same person, or rather, the same biological source, theoretically, the information from three Bloodline Identifications should be identical.
Even if the substance content varies, the substance itself wouldn't suddenly appear or disappear.
So, if pre-vaccination and post-vaccination information revealed something new, and post-vaccination plus one day revealed something else new...
There's a high probability that the newly appeared substance before and after vaccination is the virus floating in the blood; and the new substance one day after vaccination might be antibodies!
One or two samples can't confirm this, ten or eight samples can't confirm this, but what about a hundred? A thousand?
Blood samples from mice, chicken embryos, rabbits, monkeys...
Include them all, read them with Bloodline Identification, and see what can be read!
Compare all blood samples, pre-vaccination, and post-vaccination; the newly appeared substance...
Maybe I can find a way to identify the yellow fever virus!
Garrett, keep it up!
Extract test tubes, take blood samples, cast spells, analyze, discard the samples, close the test tubes;
Extract the next test tube, take blood samples, cast spells, analyze, discard the samples, close the test tubes.
Garrett mechanically repeated the process. One round of analysis, six actions, one tray of 24 test tubes, 144 actions. One box, 144 actions, ten boxes, 1440 actions...
Garrett lifted and lowered his hands, repeating until he was mentally exhausted and dazed. In his daze, he recalled years ago, analyzing blood samples and trying to develop blood magic.
Oh, it's different now. Back then, one hand held blood samples, the other held the Golden Treasure Box, constantly changing chips, worrying about the money for new chips—resulting in various small inventions.
Later, it got a bit better; no more chip purchases, but still one hand blood samples, the other the Golden Treasure Box, connected to the Tower Spirit. For that, he occupied the central layer of the Mage Tower for several months, fortunately, being the tower owner...
Feeling increasingly like those scientific research laborers who study basic medicine or biology in his previous life. The difference is, they operated while computers calculated, and he also did the computing!
One box, two boxes. Four boxes, eight boxes. Garrett mechanically finished a day's work, walking out of the lab on soft legs, muttering.
"This one has no difference, this one has no difference, this one has no difference... Tsk, human blood samples have a high probability of problems... Could it be that these people were bitten before and already gained immunity..."
It's said that yellow fever is more lethal to whites than Africans mainly because Africans have a higher bite probability, forming some degree of herd immunity. Smallpox's lethality among natives is similar...
"Need to compare with animal blood samples again... Ah, so annoying, when will there be results..."
"Calculating this is exhausting... My head is hot... Cirilla, pour some ice water
on me... and give me a glucose injection..."
Thud!
"Garrett! Garrett, hold on!"
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