A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1044: The Plague Lord is About to Achieve Results! Quickly Join In!
Previously on A Hospital in Another World?...
Bernard is on the verge of advancing.
Appa lay on the ground, head buried in a trough filled with magic plants and magical beast meat, ready to replenish his strength at any moment. His body was covered in a faint silver glow, already preparing for the final steps before his advancement.
Mr. Hawthorn adjusted his state, strengthening the training of his injured leg to prepare for his advancement.
Mr. Troka had already digested half of the golden feather, leaving the feather shaft bare and pitiful. He hid the remaining half of the feather carefully, curling up in Lynn's arms and sleeping for 22 hours a day—
Whether they could advance depended on this wave!
Charge!
Stupid master is too weak in combat and was caught by the snake woman!
I, the great Mr. Troka, must strive to advance to protect this foolish master!
Lynn... Lynn was out of the question, still not reaching the threshold for level 10 advancement...
Lynn planned to stay in the research institute for a few years, looking for inspiration. If it didn't work out, he would return to Nevis. For now, he wouldn't wander around or go on adventures.As for Garrett...
Garrett was obsessed with blood samples, unable to extricate himself.
100 samples, 200 samples, 300 samples.
1000 samples, 2000 samples, 3000 samples...
"What is Mage Nordmark doing?"
"Yeah, what is Mage Nordmark doing?"
The necromancers in the institute were peering around, discussing fervently. Heaven knows, they've been assisting Garrett for a while, but these days were the most perplexing:
They only saw blood samples going in and coming out;
A batch of mice was sent in, each one had its blood drawn, the mice were sent back, and blood samples were sent out;
Endlessly centrifuging, labeling, sending samples, storing, centrifuging, labeling, sending samples, storing...
"In the past, we knew why we were doing certain tasks and what research results we could get from them. Now, doing these tasks every day, what can we achieve..."
"Shh... at least there were gains before... Besides, who doesn't assist others in research... Once the paper is out, we'll know which direction to work towards. At least we can use the leftover blood samples from the Plague Lord..."
The necromancers grumbled and complained but still worked diligently, eagerly anticipating the Plague Lord's quick results. Ah, in research and magic, having someone guide the way is so important...
Garrett himself no longer paid attention to how many blood samples he had processed. He just mechanically cast spells, recorded; cast spells, recorded; after every ten blood samples, he would sit down and meditate, letting his meditation core work fully, comparing data:
Can consistency be found?
To what extent can consistency be confirmed?
What are the differences? Can these differences confirm it is the same virus, or could it deviate to other viruses?
It must be approached with extreme caution...
Garrett identified, verified, overturned; re-identified, re-verified, re-overturned. He didn't know how many days he spent or how many blood samples he processed. Finally, he excitedly ran out and shouted:
"Quick! Help me verify!"
At his command, seventeen or eighteen heads popped out from the surrounding labs—five or six with thick or sparse hair, and a dozen with bald heads.
The discrepancy in numbers was because each mage was accompanied by a golden skeleton. The golden skeletons were bald, and a few mages were also bald...
Of course, this wasn't important to Garrett, or rather, he didn't have the mind to pay attention to these details. He was elated, speaking rapidly:
"Take 10—no, 50 blood samples! All from the earliest batch of patients! Infect 10 mice with each blood sample using the Plague Spell, then send them to me for experimentation..."
"Ah..."
"That many again..."
"Yes, sir! Right away, sir!"
The necromancers ran off. Garrett was in a hurry, so they decided to work together, each handling 5 blood samples and 50 mice.
Footsteps were chaotic, and the mice squeaked. Soon, 500 mice and 500 syringes filled with blood drawn from the mice were neatly placed in front of Garrett.
Garrett took a deep breath, closed his eyes, then reopened them, looking at the neat rows of syringes. His heart rate suddenly soared:
So many days of research, countless blood sample scans, records, and verifications, finally summarizing a general pattern. This pattern was already successfully verified in a small number of samples.
However, small-scale verification is still small-scale verification. Whether it can be validated on a large scale and pinpoint yellow fever virus depends on today's experiment!
"Identify Bloodline: Modified, Yellow Fever Version, first experiment, begin!"
An invisible and intangible spell wave enveloped a row of syringes. Garrett held 10% glucose water in his left hand and 50% glucose syrup in his right hand, fully prepared.
He closed his eyes slightly, the spell's feedback images lighting up in his meditation world, then being captured, analyzed, and compared by his meditation core—
Confirmed consistency!
Confirmed that this row of blood samples contained yellow fever virus!
Once more!
Once more!!!
After comparing all 500 syringes, the virus in the syringes, though slightly mutated—without spiritual power to lock the virus, using the Plague Spell to spread it would inevitably cause mutations—could still be identified as yellow fever virus with the same spell!
Garrett breathed a sigh of relief, sat down to rest, and drank a bottle of 10% glucose water. Fortunately, he felt replenished and didn't need the 50% glucose syrup—
Heaven bless, the 50% glucose syrup was too hard to drink. Unless absolutely necessary, he really didn't want to gulp it down his throat!
After drinking a bottle of glucose water, Garrett sat quietly for a while, waiting for his blood sugar to rise before casting spells again, this time targeting each mouse.
This time, he didn't use "Identify Bloodline: Modified, Yellow Fever Version" but a targeted extermination treatment spell:
Connecting spiritually with the image of "Identify Bloodline: Modified, Yellow Fever Version," locking onto the yellow fever virus. Just like locking onto a vaccine image to induce a vaccine, this time, it was locking onto the general yellow fever virus to exterminate it!
Die!
Die!
All viruses defined by me, die!
White light surged, sweeping over the mice. The 500 mice, previously weakened by the Plague Spell, were now perky and squeaking vigorously.
"It's done!"
"It's done!"
"Miraculous, they actually recovered?"
"What is this? Group healing spell? Or group disease removal? I recall there's no group version of disease removal..."
The necromancers standing in two rows, preparing to collect the mice—or rather, preparing to observe the Plague Lord's spell results under the pretense of collecting the mice—whispered among themselves.
Garrett's healing spell was very effective, immediate; but the casting method was baffling. No incantations, seemingly no gestures; the spell light was very faint; the spell waves extremely weak; the spell effect...
The spell effect and the waves were completely disproportionate!
Garrett smiled slightly. The virus-targeted extermination spell worked, indicating that the virus images he summarized were indeed universal. Moreover, the mice's recovery also proved this method could be used to treat yellow fever—
Of course, it only kills the virus. Yellow fever, in its later stages, causes damage to the liver, kidneys, cardiovascular system, and other tissues, and the damage from endotoxins cannot be healed just by killing the virus:
Constant care or forceful recovery through treatment spells is still needed. But, after all, recovery is possible without continuous battle against the proliferating virus.
"Come, help me verify again." He clapped his hands, raising his face energetically, turning to the two rows of necromancers:
"Draw blood from these mice to infect other mice, see if the infection succeeds. Randomly group them, half infected with the Plague Spell, half with injection, and summarize the results for me."
"Everyone, keep it up! Once this verification is done, we can write the paper!"
"Also, get me some tobacco... fresh, living tobacco plants, and diseased ones with mottled and dirty leaves, both kinds!"
The necromancers cheered a little, directing skeletons to carry mouse cages and syringe trays, and ran off. They could write the paper!
They were going to have results!
After the previous vaccine, new results were coming!
Moreover, this seemed like a new spell; maybe they could learn a new spell for free...
The Plague Lord was always generous in this regard, never stingy with the assistants around him, never charging them for learning spells!
Uh, of course, whether these necromancers could learn the healing spell was another matter...
Garrett smiled as he watched them leave, stretched lazily, and turned to his study. He spread out paper and pen, starting to write:
"A Method for Identifying Small Pathogens Using 'Identify Bloodline'"
...In previous research, we have demonstrated the existence of pathogens smaller than bacteria, invisible under a microscope. Currently, we attempt to use 'Identify Bloodline' to identify them, achieving certain results...
The key spell models and corresponding images are as follows... In the general spell feedback of 'Identify Bloodline,' the dot locations in the images are as follows...
Putting down the pen, opening the golden box, and grabbing the chip for input. Ah, having a chip was good. For complex image papers, spiritual power could directly copy, no need to draw
everything by hand...
We noticed that the yellow fever pathogen, during iterations in animals and humans, undergoes subtle changes... These changes appear in the spell as different images... However, these images have similar parts, as follows...
Putting down the pen, inputting again. After finishing the input, continue writing:
And after locking onto these similar images, we were pleased to find...
Bang bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang bang!
Footsteps were chaotic and urgent. The necromancers, who went for verification, couldn't wait to knock and shouted in the corridor:
"Lord Plague! The results are out! The mice infected with the Plague Spell were not infected!"
Though expected, Garrett's mouth still curved into a joyful smile.
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