A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1040: Thanking the Serpent God's Grace... Hurry Up with the Vaccines!

The Last Experiment?

Archmage Haines looked at Garrett suspiciously. —This isn't something you say lightly in a laboratory; saying it usually means no good outcome:

In the best case, you finish the last experiment only to find the conclusions don't make sense; not only do they not make sense, but they also contradict all previous conclusions.

With slightly worse luck, while conducting the last experiment, the equipment explodes, or the test subject explodes, and previous experiments cannot be replicated.

In the worst-case scenario, while conducting the last experiment, the experimenter themselves explodes—oh, and sometimes this is worse than the equipment exploding...

However, at this moment, any attempt to stop Garrett would be even more ominous. Archmage Haines could only watch as Garrett, full of vigor, strode into the next room, issuing a series of commands:

"Catch me some big animals! —Two rabbits, two dogs, two adult chickens, two... Oh, no pigs, any bigger animals? Groundhogs? Uh... give them a bath with disinfectant and be careful of bites and scratches!"

"Prepare the vaccines, the crusher, the grinder, and the centrifuge. Prepare sterile saline solution!"

"Get the test tubes ready, and the liquid nitrogen..."

Soon, the sounds of rabbits squeaking, dogs barking, and groundhogs chirping joined in...

Archmage Haines shook his head, clasped his hands behind his back, and strolled out. Behind him, Garrett directed the skeletons to pick up syringes and inject the vaccines into the animals, locking in the virus and casting spells—

"Multiply! Multiply! Multiply! Maximize the multiplication!"

"Draw blood from the limbs and torso separately, and send it for testing!"

"Purify with centrifuge, give me the supernatant!"

"Prepare clean test tubes and liquid nitrogen, wait for my purification—"

The magic array constructed from the light of the spell lit up inside the disinfection cabinet in front of Garrett. The purification array created by Mage Norwood, specifically for purifying substances, was outlined by magical power in the void.

In the center of the magic array, in a clean test tube, an invisible but real force pointed to the supernatant extracted from the rabbit's body.

Garrett focused slightly, using the virus locked by his mental power as a template, connecting the magic array to the bottle of supernatant—

The purification began!

In the disinfection cabinet, the supernatant began to stir and tumble. Extremely fine, yet real substances fell into the test tube, accumulating a barely visible layer of powder at the bottom by the end of the spell.

"Uh, it seems a bit little..."

Lynn, who had come to help, tiptoed to look over Garrett's shoulder and murmured. Garrett shrugged:

"Little? No, that's just because the pathogen is so small. Diluted to the concentration needed for a vaccine, it can be diluted a lot..."

Such things invisible under an optical microscope, visible only with an electron microscope, for example, the novel coronavirus, with an average viral load of 10^8 copies per milliliter of blood—meaning 10^8 viruses per milliliter of blood.

And in that milliliter of blood, 83% is water, along with numerous blood cells, albumin, globulin, coagulation factors, and so on. The remaining space, containing 10^8 viruses, shows how small the viruses are!

In the test tube, this seemingly small amount already represents the maximum proliferation of the virus in all the blood, tissues, and cells of the entire rabbit, extracted with the magic array covering the supernatant, minimizing loss.

Considering the loss when using centrifuges—centrifuging, filtering, and centrifuging again wastes at least half of the virus. The magic array's purification wastes much less, yielding much more usable vaccine.

He picked up the test tube, casually inserted it into the liquid nitrogen, and handed the box to Lynn:

"Dilute this virus thoroughly and test it. Safety, efficacy, dosage, test everything! Hmm..."

He quickly estimated the dilution ratio:

"Based on the weight ratio of chicken embryos and rabbits, double the pathogen concentration in rabbits, and use this as the baseline, testing 10 times more and 10 times less concentrated."

"Got it!"

Lynn ran off.

Garrett then directed people to kill two rabbits, two dogs, and two groundhogs. The final conclusion was that groundhogs, as large rodents, had a particularly good affinity for the yellow fever virus:

A groundhog, cleaned with disinfectant and treated with [Remove Disease] for plague and other illnesses, yielding viruses over 20 times the weight of a chicken embryo—

Of course, considering material availability, using adult chickens for vaccine injection, extreme cultivation, and extreme purification, had the lowest production cost and highest efficiency.

Garrett, operating the magic array alone, with a few assistants for crushing, centrifuging, grinding, and preserving, produced enough freeze-dried vaccine powder in a day to match the entire research institute's output in dozens of days—

The weight of an adult chicken is at least 60 to 70 times that of a newly hatched chick, not to mention a half-incubated chicken embryo!

"First batch of vaccines, safety inspection passed!"

"Second batch, safety inspection passed!"

"... First batch, efficacy inspection passed!"

"Second batch, efficacy inspection passed..."

While the higher-ups gave orders, the lower-level necromancers worked tirelessly, using Garrett's viral extract for safety tests, efficacy tests, and dilution ratio tests. After three to five days, feedback came in batches:

"In short, this batch of vaccines is fine, same as before!"

"Dilution ratios are tested! Currently produced vaccine quantities are enough for the estimated surrounding population!"

Garrett clapped his hands happily. Taking a long breath, he smiled at Archmage Haines:

"See, the vaccine is done!"

Just use divine magic to take shortcuts!

Just increase production efficiency!

Knowledge is power; knowledge is productivity. In this era, magicians themselves are the strongest producers!

"For safety, I'll produce another batch—send people to take it back to Nevis. With liquid nitrogen, these vaccines can last long enough to reach Nevis!"

Let those departing get vaccinated before boarding, and ideally, the settlements on the east coast of the New World should be universally vaccinated. This way, adventurers from the Kent Kingdom heading to the New World or the Black Continent won't fear yellow fever!

Archmage Haines: "..."

Your efficiency is too high... Now I have to think carefully about negotiating with the Eagle God’s Kingdom, selling the vaccine at the best price... Most importantly, making them think this thing isn't easy to make...

To make them willingly pay up! Future research funding, even the initial operation costs for the Tenochtitlan Mage Tower and the entire Eagle God's Kingdom mage network, depend on this money!

Before he could figure it out, Chivacoatl sent a serpent woman to urge them again. Not only the Serpent God but also the Eagle God praised the vaccine and its effects:

"Dear, look what I've brought for you!"

Tlatoani walked into the palace with a radiant smile. Behind him, two servants carried a large wooden tray, placing a piece of fur in front of his favorite concubine:

The sleek black fur, with patterns on it, exuded a moonlight-like power, clearly skinned from a high-level magical beast.

"How about I make you a coat with this fur?"

"Wonderful!" The beautiful woman's eyes sparkled as she reached out her crimson lacquered nails to caress the thick fur:

"Recently, there have been so many good things..."

"Yes... Many more people have gone to the lowlands recently, bringing back more treasures." Tlatoani sighed and bowed his head, whispering a prayer:

"Thank the Serpent God for His grace."

"Thank the Serpent God for His grace," the concubine echoed, her eyes gleaming.

White Eagle Warrior Satuk walked briskly into the shop, slammed down a rolled-up object, and spread it out—a large piece of deep black, hard scale hide with raised bumps:

"Old Zappa! Make me a chestplate with this!" He arrogantly pointed at the scales:

"Ten days! I want it on me before we go to the lowlands next time!"

"Yes... yes," the old tanner nervously picked up the crocodile hide, caressing it carefully:

"Sir, my knife can't cut this; it would shatter the blade..."

With a clang, a fine steel blade fell in front of him. Satuk lifted his head proudly:

"This dagger was seized from the White Ghost; it should be enough. Also, take this for the kids."

A small pouch fell lightly. Old Zappa's face lit up with joy:

"Thank you, sir! You are too generous!—Please come to me for your next harvest!"

"There will definitely be more. Going to the lowlands will be more convenient from now on.—Thank the Eagle God and Serpent God for their grace."

"Thank the Eagle God and Serpent God for their grace." The old tanner bowed in prayer. As he saw off the White Eagle Warrior, he immediately opened the pouch:

Yellow-brown crystalline chunks filled the small bag. Just a pinch of powder in his mouth gave a sweet taste...

Old Parker closed the workshop door and rushed to the back residence. Finding his grandson, he took out the smallest piece and put it in the child's mouth:

"Here, taste this."

"So sweet! Grandpa, it's so sweet!"

"Yes, very

 sweet. There will be more of this in the future. It's the Eagle God and Serpent God's grace—"

Outside the city, a slave girl named Rabbit Fur stirred the corn porridge in the pot, her face lighting up with joy. Since the village organized teams to go to the lowlands, their lives had improved, and they had to hand over less grain.

Today's meal, they could eat until half full!

"Thank the Serpent God for His grace..."

She whispered a prayer.

More abundant supplies flowed from the lowlands to the plateau, making life better for the people on the plateau. Even a slight improvement made people grateful to the Eagle God and Serpent God.

Time and again, the names of their gods were uttered with gratitude by nobles, priests, craftsmen, and slaves alike. While the people didn't notice, the Serpent God and Eagle God felt their power growing—

With the widespread vaccination, White Eagle Warriors, Black Eagle Warriors, and mid- to low-level priestesses could freely descend to the lowlands, reaping faith without expending divine power for protection!

If these vaccines became more widespread... If more people could worship them, venerate them, and provide them with power...

"Those magicians mentioned—vaccines—"

In the darkness, the Serpent God's hissing voice reached Chivacoatl's heart, filled with rare urgency and urging from the ancient serpent:

"When will they be ready? Go urge them to speed up!"

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