Chapter 154 Gretel: I Don’t Want to Dress up as a Bird!

With the support of pure oxygen (?), the tug-of-war between treatment and disease finally broke the balance. Elder Wood maintained the pure oxygen (?) bubble technique, and the level 5 priest next to him chanted several healing techniques in succession, successfully suppressing the patient's symptoms.

End the treatment and send the patient away. When Elder Wood looked at Grete, the temperature had suddenly risen by 60 degrees Celsius.

If before, it was "Oh, my old friend and disciple, I came from a far away place" with warm water of about 40 degrees, just right for the mouth. Then after Grete showed his hand, it instantly rose to 100 degrees Celsius, and it was like a gurgling sound. Can start bubbling.

That is to say, Elder Wood has a good-natured nature. The kind little old man stared at the glass tube in his hand, his eyes wishing he could take out his hand and hold the gas in the glass tube between his fingertips to take a closer look. However, after staring at it for several times, he still looked away and handed the glass tube directly back:

"Thank you! Well, you are Gretel Nordmark, Erwin's disciple?"

Grete quickly handed over the letter. Elder Wood looked at it carefully, page by page, surprised and laughing:

"Being a priest and a magician again? To curb the plague, you delayed the training of the Magic Council? And you also followed him to the battlefield? - Not bad, Erwin has taken on a good apprentice." He looked at Gretel with an increasingly cordial look. :

"Your teacher has been a good friend of mine for many years, and he asked me to continue teaching you magic. From now on, when you are with me, it will be like being by your teacher's side. If you don't understand anything, just ask. If there is anything missing, you need help. , just open your mouth."

"I have something to ask the elders for help." Gretel was eager to say this, and immediately hit the snake and followed it with a stick:

"I was in the college today, and the teacher assigned a research project..."

He told what happened today exactly. Elder Wood listened with a smile at first, but halfway through, his face turned serious. After Grete finished talking about his guesses and worries, he frowned and glanced at the door, and the kind smile disappeared from his fat, round face:

"What you said does make sense. In the past few days, I have also treated several patients who went into the mountains to catch bats. So, I will write a letter now to remind my acquaintances in the parliament."

"It would be best if the elder would write a letter." Gretel breathed a brief sigh of relief:

"But I think it is still necessary to prove that these diseases are related to bats, or at least prove that it is very likely to get sick if you are with bats. Otherwise, I am worried that I will not be able to convince the magicians, and they will think that there are other reasons for the adventurers' illness."

"emmmmmmm..." Elder Wood pondered. As he thought, he twisted his beard unconsciously. The black and white beard is curled on the index finger, one strand after another, getting tighter and tighter. Grete was frightened when he saw it, and he was afraid that his beard would be ripped off directly.

Fortunately, Elder Wood was also familiar with this movement. He circled it clockwise seven or eight times. Seeing that the root of the beard was stretched to the limit, he started to circle it counterclockwise again. After going back and forth for three or five times, he finally raised his head and asked Gretel directly:

"What's your plan?"

"I have some plans, but I can't do it alone. I need help." Gretel already had a plan before setting off, and he refined and expanded it several times along the way. At this time, he was talking freely without even stumbling. As he spoke, he secretly sighed. If he had been so eloquent when he applied for the project, he might have followed the research path:

"My plan is divided into two parts. The first is to study the current patients and ask the elders to contact nearby healers to check the patient's condition. Among those who have been in close contact with bats recently, if we can find a group of patients with similar conditions, It can be preliminarily determined that bats can cause disease.

——In particular, if adventurers who go into the mountains to catch bats, shopkeepers and clerks who sell bats, and magicians who study bats all have similar cases, the evidence will be more obvious. "

Elder Wood nodded slightly. He let go of the beard that had been torn into twists and blew on his fingers - and sure enough, a white beard blew off. The old man looked at his fingertips with regret, then raised his head, with a calm and reliable look on his face:

"That makes sense. If you don't know the local healer, I'll contact him. - Where's the second part?"

"Do experiments." Grete finally said the key point of asking for help:

"My plan is to find some live bats, all kinds of bats, and keep them with healthy animals to see if those animals will get sick. I need to choose several kinds of animals, rabbits, sheep, horses, pigs, and monkeys. That's the best.

And, since we don’t know how bats make people sick, it is recommended to find some more animals and let them come into contact with bat saliva, urine, feces, or be bitten by blood-sucking bats..."

Gretel spoke for several minutes. Under Elder Wood's increasingly surprised gaze, he smiled sheepishly and finally ended his speech:

"The number of bats on the market now costs five gold coins...I can't afford them, and I don't have a place to raise them. I can't afford to buy so many animals, and I don't have the manpower to take care of them, so..."

He spread his hands and looked at Elder Wood with eager and pleading eyes. His meaning was very clear:

It's up to you.

Elder Wood coiled his beard again. He walked from east to west, then from west to east, measured the width of the room twice, and suddenly turned around:

"The diseases those adventurers got may have nothing to do with bats."

"Yes. I know." Gretel answered calmly. Elder Wood nodded:

"If you have to catch so many animals and get so many bats out for research, there may be no results in the end."

"The possibility is very high." Gretel agreed with him. There is a high probability that no results will be obtained. The God of Nature's financial resources are limited, and the experimental animals used are probably wrong. Or the disease is directly transmitted from bats to humans, without any animals as intermediate hosts.

Or, maybe it's just unlucky and there is no probability of infection, or no signs of animal disease are observed——

Gretel's eyes were too clear and too peaceful. Elder Wood couldn't help but look at him a second time before asking the third question:

"It's possible that after those magicians finish tossing the bats, no one will get sick in the end."

"That's the best case scenario." Gretel didn't hesitate. I wish that no one in the world would be sick, and I would rather put medicine on the shelf to produce dust. If no one gets sick from bats in the end, he will be happy even if he goes through all the trouble in vain and is laughed at.

Elder Wood looked at him deeply again. Then, the little old man changed the oak stick to his left hand, stretched out his right palm, and patted him hard:

"You are very good. You are a real healer. In this way, I will take care of the bats, other animals, and the staff to take care of you. You can settle down here - oh, no, you have to attend the training class of the Magic Council -

Then go back and rent a house with enough space for two hundred animals. Tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or at most three days, the people and things will be there! "

"Thank you so much, elder!" Gretel was really grateful. Elder Wood waved his hand casually: "What's the matter! It's not like the cult can't afford the money. Besides, if we make something, we can get the money back from the Magic Council!"

"Ah?!" Gretel, who had just succeeded with nothing, was stunned for a moment, resigned to defeat.

"Okay, just wait and collect the things - what else do you need?"

"It's like this. I still need some ways to isolate people from bats - since I know they are dangerous, I don't want to be infected myself. It's best if I can't bite or spit, and sick animals can't be attacked. Even if I sneeze or something, I won’t breathe it in..."

Grete replied nervously. In fact, he really wanted to build a P4 laboratory, but he couldn't at least build a monkey version, such as a negative pressure airlock with an interlocking airlock, add an air pump, add filtration, and then mix the gas in the red zone with the fuel gas. Burn. If you don't have gas, you can consider hard burning, such as Gretel's modified version of Burning Hands...

But you definitely can’t mess with a rented house like this. If you buy a new house, regardless of whether you have sufficient financial resources, renovation is a big project. Forget it, let's ask if there are any isolation suits.

"You are thoughtful." Elder Wood praised. He frowned and thought for a moment: "What you said is really there. Wait a minute, I'll get it..."

He turned and entered. After a while, he brought a lot of dusty clothes over and gave them to Grete: "Try it, is it suitable?"

Grete looked through them one by one. A thick black hat with a wide brim that almost covers his eyes.

Thick cloth gloves, it feels like once you put them on, you can't do anything.

Flat glass glasses, the quality of the glass is very questionable, seems to have some bubbles and cracks.

The thick black coat has a rough texture, almost like canvas, and the surface is a little reflective - it looks like it's been coated with a layer of wax.

Grete had a bad feeling. When he opened the coat, the essence of the outfit appeared before his eyes, confirming his suspicion:

A bird with a beak and a face.

The long beak made of silver has not been used for many years and has oxidized to black. Gretel tried his best to spread his thumb and index finger, but they were both a little shorter than that thing. There are several straps tied to the edge, which seem to be used to fix it on the head.

Grete picked it up and looked inside. The mask was filled with something, completely decayed into debris, and it was impossible to tell what it was originally.

If his knowledge from the past life is valid, there may be herbs such as mint leaves and rose petals, and if you are lucky, there may also be some spices, such as cloves, camphor, styrax, and ambergris...

You might as well give me activated charcoal! Although activated charcoal is cheap and smells odorless, it is more reliable than these spices!

Gretel was about to cry but had no tears left. Elder Wood on the side was still saying: "This is used to deal with the most ferocious plague. Originally, I didn't think it would be a problem - if you think it is necessary, just give it a try?"

I……

I want latex gloves!

I want protective clothing!

I want N95 masks! Face screen! Goggles!

Sorry, I no longer dislike the fact that the protective clothing issued by the hospital is too stuffy to wear. Every time I take it off, I end up with a bag of water...

Gretel burst into tears.

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Yesterday and today, two chapters in a row were locked up for review. One chapter was locked up for 15 minutes, and the other chapter was locked up for almost half an hour... What kind of luck do I have...

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