A Hospital in Another World? Chapter 1045: Is This an Advancement? Is Garrett's Research So Important?
Previously on A Hospital in Another World?...
"What has our Plague Lord been researching lately?"
"No idea..."
In another study of the research institute, the 18th-level necromancer, Archmage Haines, was chatting idly with his disciple, the 15th-level Archmage Jennings.
As high-level mages of the Black Crow Swamp, who would inevitably take over this research institute after Garrett left, they had the responsibility and obligation to understand Garrett's research ideas and to organize and guide other mages to continue the research.
The problem was, they could understand Garrett's early research up to the development of the vaccine. Although Garrett had been communicating with them, for these two archmages...
Eyes: They understood what they saw.
Ears: They heard every word clearly.
Brain: Besides remembering every word, it seemed they couldn't summarize it at all...
"By the way, it's been more than half a year since he started this research. How's your summary of his work? Has it helped your advancement?"
"It seems to have, but it also seems not to have..."Archmage Jennings shook his head with a bitter expression. Most of the work in the institute could be done by ordinary people, and didn't even require mages.
A small part of it needed to be done by mages, but even low-level mages could handle it.
Based on this research, they could develop several very practical, highly effective low-level spells. However, for a 15th-level mage like him to rely on these low-level spells to advance...
"It feels like they're useless... But I always feel there's some profound truth in them. If I comprehend it, I could make a big leap, but I can't see where it is..."
If Garrett heard their conversation, he would definitely feel a sense of kinship. They couldn't see it because he hadn't written some things down; he hadn't written them down because he couldn't.
Some things he hadn't proven experimentally in this world and thus couldn't write down; some things he himself didn't understand.
At this moment, he was racking his brain to skip over terms like "virus," "DNA," "RNA," "gene," and "whole genome sequencing," trying to write the paper in a logically coherent way that people could understand:
"After locking in these similar images, we are pleased to find that based on this lock-in, we can use relatively low-level divine spells—in other words, at a relatively low cost—to specifically eliminate the pathogen of yellow fever without relying on [Remove Disease].
This treatment method has been verified in 250 mice, with the specific experimental methods as follows... In the future, we will conduct large-scale verification..."
Garrett's pen flew across the page, becoming more fluent as he wrote. After finishing the experimental methods and results, and the future verification methods, and inputting the data and tables, he took a deep breath and finally arrived at the last section of the paper:
"The author speculates that this method of using [Bloodline Identification] to analyze pathogens could be used to find other similarly sized pathogens when researching other diseases: that is, pathogens that can pass through filters that block bacteria and cannot be observed under a microscope...
Of course, since these pathogens often change and iterate, we need to be very careful in our research... Accumulating a vast amount of data to lock in the image of a specific pathogen, while ensuring not to confuse one with another...
Furthermore, we need to periodically re-analyze and compare the existing pathogens to prevent significant changes in the pathogens that our spells cannot recognize, rendering our treatment methods ineffective."
That should be enough, right?
Yes, the research content should be about right here. Garrett nodded to himself and began writing the recommendations. He was confident that his suggestions, even if temporarily unfeasible, would be taken seriously by the council and studied by relevant personnel:
"And given that using [Bloodline Identification] to lock in and eliminate pathogens requires additional training and precise mental control, the author suggests developing corresponding spells to create integrated treatment instruments with [Bloodline Identification] and elimination functions.
If we can identify all bacteria, parasites, and other pathogens causing epidemics, input them into treatment instruments for widespread elimination, we will have taken a strong step towards becoming the controllers of plagues.
From then on, so-called 'plague knights' will no longer be apocalyptic disasters; we will have the power to combat them!"
Garrett stopped writing, taking a breath, his heart pounding. He quickly realized that the intense heartbeat was not due to the excitement of finishing the paper or seeing the research prospects—
Around him, elements began to stir, to churn. Invisible winds came from the void, powerful energies silently surged, wanting to enter his body—
An advancement?!
Finally, an advancement?!
Garrett was pleasantly surprised. But instead of putting down his pen to advance, he raced against time to write the last paragraph:
"Of course, as we achieve results, we also have more questions to ask. For instance, what do these pathogens look like, and why can't they be seen under a microscope?
Or, is there a way to increase the magnification of microscopes to try and see them? Even if we can't see them with higher magnification, what is the reason for that?
Why can [Bloodline Identification] see them? What exactly are the images seen through [Bloodline Identification], and why do we get these images?
In broader terms, how does [Bloodline Identification] discern blood types, races, and elements like potassium, sodium, and calcium in blood? What is the principle behind it?
If we break this spell into its components, what is the power of each part, and why do these powers create images in our meditative vision?
Moreover, can we try to see these pathogens through other means? For example, using a tiny electron stream to irradiate them, similar to light on objects, and analyzing the shadows created by the electron stream to guess their shapes..."
This should be about right?
Having written to this extent, the research hypotheses, argumentation process, research conclusions, and summaries and prospects were all complete.
The key points also highlighted several important research directions, such as the wavelength of light and how objects smaller than the light wavelength can't be seen.
For example, the idea of an electron microscope (senior sister, it's up to you!);
Or the essence of [Bloodline Identification], similar to liquid chromatography, the nature of the waves (or electromagnetic waves, or other waves) it triggers, and how they interact with blood.
Further in-depth analysis might directly find DNA and gene chains!
Council bigwigs, it's up to you now. Hopefully, following this paper will lead to several explosive results... Maybe by the time I return to Nevis, the electron microscope will be developed, and someone will be working on chromosomes and DNA!
Just thinking about it makes me happy!
Garrett tucked the [Endless Ink Pen] into his pocket and dashed out towards the meditation room.
Hmm, the drafting work ends here. As for citing references, acknowledgments, supplementing data, and correcting typos, I'll leave it all to others... Maybe Lynn?
Time to level up!
The meditation room door slammed shut. Soon, Archmage Haines and Archmage Jennings extended their attention there, looking at each other:
"...An advancement already?"
"How long has it been since his last advancement?"
"...It seems he was just ninth-level when he left for the New World... When we arrived at the New World, he was tenth-level... It's only been a little over half a year since then..."
"Last time, he said he advanced by absorbing part of an indigenous god's power. What about this time? It can't be that he's still digesting the power from last time, right? If he couldn't fully digest it, it would have burst him, not let him advance now..."
"Then it must be the result of his current research?—Is this research so powerful that it allows a tenth-level mage to advance to eleventh-level in just over half a year?"
"I don't know... Let's wait for the paper to come out and study it carefully... Maybe we need to stay rooted in this institute for a few more years..."
In the meditation room, Garrett had already opened his meditation world. From the tenth level to the fifteenth level, it was the process of integrating the meditation world with the real world, beginning to materialize.
If this process was perfect, there was hope for further advancement towards legendary status. Like Senior Sister Filby, whose meditation world appeared externally and could directly "read" the movement of electron streams.
Like the Lord of Thunder, whose fully materialized meditation world could even form a small independent world...
Garrett was insanely envious. He also wanted a portable electron microscope! And a photometer! And a portable mass spectrometer! If possible, a portable tertiary hospital, with people inside working...
To reach such a realm, every step had to be steady. Garrett expanded his meditation world, enlarging its boundaries, while trying to recall the materials he had read and the advice he had heard before leaving Nevis and when his senior brother visited:
"The direction of materializing the meditation world depends on your understanding of this world. The broader your understanding, the richer your meditation world; the closer your understanding is to reality, the easier it is to mobilize power."
"So, at this stage, mages must travel extensively and see as much as possible, covering the entire world. Don't limit your thinking, see how vast this world is..."
"Leave enough room for change... Human research and understanding of the world are always progressing. Many mages, when faced with new research results, cannot change their understanding, leading to conflicts and even death in their meditation world..."
"Don't rush, take your time..."
Garrett slowly closed his eyes. Since coming to this world, everything he had seen, heard, and stepped on flowed through his mind:
The small town of Hartland and the surrounding countryside...
Nearby county towns, coasts,
Nevis, the capital, Aeolan Island, the entire Kingdom of Kent...
The Black Gate Peninsula, the Dragon's Nest in the extreme north of the peninsula, the wastelands; the northern part of the New World, the central part of the New World...
The maps he saw at the council, the Old World, the Kingdom of Brolin, the Kingdom of Rhine, the Radiant Church, and the distant Black Forest and Orc Kingdom...
The world map displayed by the Golden Dragon, the volcano illuminating the easternmost sky, the Black Continent, the southern part of the New World, and the Elven Island, whose location he still didn't know...
This world is so vast, so vast...
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