A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1042: Quick, Steal! Don't Let the Plague Lord Discover!

Releasing yellow fever plague in the dense forest is something the necromancers of the plague branch are very adept at, constantly coming up with new tricks.

Apart from the common versions of "Plague Spell", "Plague Fog", and "Corrupt Tumor", almost everyone has their own unique skills—

Of course, requiring necromancers not to show up from beginning to end, not even leaving the research institute; requiring the environment in the forest to remain as intact as possible, without strange corpses or other items; and to minimize spell fluctuations to avoid attracting the attention of the infected...

This is a bit demanding. However, it’s no problem for Archmage Haines and the necromancers who have been working in the institute for several months and have already acquired new skills.

The so-called reverse training of divine skills is bound to succeed; reverse training of vaccine production and vaccination methods is equivalent to large-scale release of the plague. Archmage Haines calmly walked in the laboratory, entering a separate compartment where blood samples were stored. His gaze quickly swept—

The earliest dated serum, taken from the most severely symptomatic patients, silently disappeared half from the test tube and into the test tube in the archmage's sleeve. He turned and left, his robe swirling, gently closing the compartment door:

With a wave of his sleeve, not a cloud remained.

Leaving the institute, he focused slightly, and the teleportation spell activated. In the next moment, he had crossed hundreds of kilometers, appearing in a canyon at the edge of the dense forest:

"Hurry up! Bring the monkeys over!"

Each monkey was in a cage, neatly arranged on the ground, occupying a rectangular area of 5 meters by 6 meters. After placing the monkeys, the mages quickly stepped aside, leaving Archmage Haines and the monkeys he needed. The archmage held the test tube in his sleeve and pointed forward—

"Plague Spell! Go!"

A gray cloud of fog rolled forward, enveloping all the monkeys. After a moment of silence, Archmage Haines nodded to everyone and flashed back to the institute. He found his disciple and asked in a low voice:

"Garrett didn’t look for me, right?"

"He didn’t... he's been locked in the lab for two hours and hasn’t come out..."

"The elf lady didn’t look for me, did she?"

"The elf lady never looks for you. Besides, she's still cultivating cells. She recently made a breakthrough and is eager to stay in the cell room day and night!"

"What about Miss Cirilla?"

"Miss Cirilla is not allowed in the institute... Master, if you keep asking, you might really be discovered..."

Archmage Haines sighed, returned to his office, and picked up a book to pretend to read. Thank goodness, hopefully, it won’t be discovered from beginning to end...

Although their actions were borderline, it didn’t violate their vows—only spreading among animals, not releasing it on humans, didn’t count as "using it to harm people";

Placing the infected animals on their own land, people who didn’t intrude wouldn’t catch the plague, so it didn’t count as "deliberately spreading the plague";

The indigenous people had been widely vaccinated, and possibly the adventurers who might enter the dense forest were also vaccinated, so it wouldn’t cause a large outbreak of yellow fever in the Eagle God’s Kingdom...

However, if Garrett knew about this, he feared Garrett would leave the institute in anger, never to return, and stop collaborating with the people of Black Crow Swamp.

Heh... just separating from Black Crow Swamp would be good, but following the elf lady to the southern continent is also possible. Didn’t they say Garrett had half-elf blood? In a fit of anger, being coaxed to Elf Island is entirely possible!

Hide it, must hide it tightly!

Archmage Haines calmly sat in his office, reading a book and drinking iced soda water, pretending he hadn’t done anything. Under the plateau, the mages were busy:

"Move all the cages away! Everyone is responsible for one monkey!"

"Summon force field balls! Quickly! Encapsulate the monkeys! Make sure there are no gaps!"

"Summon the swarm to follow! Aim the summoned mosquitoes at the openings of the force field balls and don’t let any escape! Make them suck blood! Hurry!"

"Are you done? Are you done?—Alright, withdraw all the mosquitoes. Do you remember your designated release points? Make sure not to mess up the locations!"

"Give the monkeys some healing potion, don’t let them die... barely alive is fine. If a poisoned monkey scratches someone, it can still spread the plague. This mustn’t be wasted!"

Thirty monkeys, thirty batches of mosquitoes, thirty release points. After the release, within a week, foreign pirates were lured into the forest...

"Slap!"

"Slap! Ouch, the mosquitoes here are vicious!"

"One bite and a packet of blood! The mosquito repellent smoke the natives sold us is useless!"

"Yeah, those natives, lazy, greedy, and love to take advantage of small gains! The mosquito repellent smoke bought for a gold coin burns out in half a day and doesn’t even keep mosquitoes away!"

"So itchy..."

"Hey, I feel a bit cold... how about you..."

"Your face is so red... wait, why is your forehead so hot! Town! Town!"

The pirates who were lured, abducted, and forced into the forest, some successfully escaped, and some never made it out.

Among those who escaped, a small portion withstood the high fever, chills, headaches, and bloody vomit, and successfully returned to various cities in the Storm Islands.

However, those who successfully returned, and the citizens, craftsmen, upper-class people, and slaves in the plantations of the Storm Islands, didn’t know this was just the beginning—

The yellow ghost was about to sweep through the islands.

Garrett didn’t know anything about the mages’ actions. He was still buried in the lab, diligently producing and researching:

"Push harder! We need at least another million doses of vaccine! The indigenous tribes along the coast of the New World and the settlements along the east coast need to be immunized!"

"The Kingdom of Kent, at least all the port cities, also need to be immunized!"

"Anyway, preservation and transportation are now convenient. A small vial of vaccine can cover hundreds of villages!"

Garrett: "... You all just treat me like a workhorse!"

"How could we!" Lynn hurriedly handed over a glass of iced soda water:

"It’s just that your spell is too difficult, and no one else has learned it! Sigh, the Bloodline Identification spell isn’t hard, but isolating a piece from it and then using that piece to pinpoint the pathogen is really difficult. So far, my success rate is still less than half..."

Garrett: ... Take it away! I don’t want iced soda! I don’t want Coke!

I don’t need sugary drinks to boost energy! If I become a fatty, Cirilla will be unhappy!

Too much free sugar is bad for the body!

Just give me a glass of plain water, or add a couple of tea leaves!

He finished today's production quota, watched the necromancers take it for sampling, and then leisurely walked into the meditation room. He increased the element concentration, adjusted his mental state into a semi-meditative state, and reached out to touch rows and rows of test tubes:

"Standard concentration of chicken embryo vaccine, diluted 1:1!"

"Standard concentration of chicken embryo vaccine, diluted 1:5!"

"1:10 dilution!"

"1:20... 1:50... 1:100..."

Based on the experience of using spells to identify blood potassium, blood sodium, and blood calcium, the same substance at different concentrations shows the same color but different shades of light in the "Bloodline Identification · Modified" spell.

Then, to identify the viral load in the vaccine, theoretically, this method can also be used:

Manually prepare vaccines of different concentrations, use spells to identify them, and record the brightness of the spell's light. In the future, when encountering an unidentified one, a spell can determine which concentration range it falls in:

Hmm, the same principle can also be used to identify the viral load in the human body. The viral titer at different stages of the disease can be measured and recorded using this method...

Sigh, it’s a pity we didn’t save blood samples from each stage when we first started researching vaccines and conducting large-scale human trials. I need to write this research idea in a paper and leave it for the next person in charge of the institute to guide them in this research direction...

Viral concentration identification is one of Garrett’s research directions, but not the main one. After recording the spell lights of various concentrations of the vaccine, Garrett turned his attention to the various blood samples stored over the years:

"Someone, bring me 100 samples from the blood sample library! Start from when we first began the research, and take them in sequence!"

A necromancer immediately responded and left. Thank goodness, the Plague Lord is lazy and didn’t go to the blood sample library himself, letting us run errands...

If he went to get them himself, he might have noticed that one of the samples was half empty...

Garrett naturally didn’t know what he was thinking—he also didn’t have the habit of throwing "Detect Thoughts" on researchers in his own institute from time to time. He sat in the meditation room, chin in hand, thinking:

The reason why viruses can be screened for attenuated live vaccines is that they keep mutating

 and iterating. These mutations determine that they belong to different strains, with different virulence and transmissibility.

However, they are still the same virus... Can this be identified with "Bloodline Identification"?

Garrett didn’t know.

Garrett didn’t even know the standard for previous testing; to what extent the genes need to be similar to be recognized as the same virus, or even the same strain;

Garrett also didn’t know how similar the images given by "Bloodline Identification" would be;

Garrett still didn’t know if these images could be sufficiently similar to identify them as the same virus...

The only thing Garrett thought of was to pile up data. Pile up data, work hard to pile up data, and pile up data to the extreme...

If a hundred samples are not enough, then a thousand; if a thousand are not enough, then ten thousand. If the existing ones in the institute are exhausted, randomly pick a strain, find dozens of chicks or mice, and infect them with "Plague Spell"—

With enough samples, it might be possible. Without enough samples, it’s definitely not possible!

Garrett, push harder! Go!

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