Chapter 222

Chapter 222

How the old worker managed to negotiate half the cost of repairing the big bone club with the Divination School by banging on the table was another story. After Garrett and the Alchemist Guild settled on the reward, he happily plunged into his own laboratory—

Well, making electrolyzed water, electrolyzed saturated saline, and thinking about synthesizing something, even if it’s playing in the Tower of Heaven, it’s okay. There’s power, there’s a force field barrier, and if something goes wrong, someone will clean it up. If you want to make penicillin, it’s best to go to your own monkey version of the P4 laboratory...

After all, in the development of penicillin, it is inevitable to deal with a bunch of bacteria such as Staphylococcus aureus, Escherichia coli, and Pseudomonas aeruginosa. If you’re unlucky, while penicillin hasn’t been purified yet, some mutated bacteria resistant to penicillin may have quietly emerged.

For example, MRSA.

If this thing comes out, penicillin series, cephalosporin series, sulfonamide series, rifampicin, and so on, will all be useless. Garrett can only max out his luck and go around the New Continent to see if he can find Eonsinensis...

Ah, thinking about it gives me a headache.

If this thing really spreads, if you’re unlucky, it could wipe out half of the Magic Council...

So Garrett was very conscientious. He moved all the bottles and jars back to the laboratory in the outskirts of the city, and from then on, he ran around like a spinning wheel between the mountaintop, the outskirts, and the forging area. Master Worton followed him, up and down the mountain, down and up again, running until his tongue was about to fall out. Not only that, but he also had to be taken over by the teacher to ask questions:

"Has Garrett advanced?"

"Uh... it seems not..."

"Then, is his project finished?"

"The smelting of mithril, isn’t it being done by Senior Brothers..."

"Then what is he busy with?!"

"He’s treating the dwarves... also took on a project from the Alchemist Guild... and making some dyes..."

"What’s the use of making dyes? Does the Magic Council lack a little dye from him?! Lacking him for making money?! Hurry up and urge him to advance!"

"Teacher, why do you think I can urge him?... I am his follower, not him following me..."

Master Carlisle rubbed his forehead. This disciple of his has really spoiled him, he has no sense of proportion, and he has even learned to talk back to him! Throwing him to serve Garrett as a follower didn’t seem to make his simple and optimistic nature become a bit more cautious...

Oh, this also shows that Garrett treats this kid pretty well, completely without airs?

"You can’t urge me to urge! Call him over for me!"

Aurora Worton ran away.

Half an hour later, Master Carlisle received a message from the metal message bird:

"Teacher, Garrett isn’t in the Tower of Heaven, I’m going to the laboratory at the foot of the mountain to find him!"

Two and a half hours later, the second metal message bird, brought in by Master Carlisle’s senior disciple with great effort, was sent to him:

"Teacher, Garrett isn’t in the laboratory at the foot of the mountain, he probably went to the forging area, I’ll go find him!"

"Oh! Don’t worry about the names. Divide this data into groups of ten years, calculate the averages, and then calculate the overall average! Hurry up and calculate it for me!"

Garrett was doing basic data statistics for the dwarves. There were about two to three hundred dwarves in the entire forging area, the vast majority of whom were males aged 100 to 200—according to the dwarves’ maximum lifespan of 400 years, it’s equivalent to young and middle-aged men aged 25 to 50. In terms of medical statistics, this sample size was already enough for preliminary statistics.

During this time, he called a group of dwarves one by one. Except for the blood pressure monitor that still hadn’t come out, he measured everything he could. After half a month, he had accumulated a thick stack of data, and the remaining work was to compile and plot charts to derive the normal range...

"Ah ah ah ah—what’s the use of doing this kind of thing!" Aurora Worton screamed miserably.

"Shut up! Hurry up and calculate!"

Aurora Worton curled up silently, starting to fulfill his duty as a follower... no, as a calculating tool. And Garrett spread out a roll of paper beside him, starting to write line by line, based on his impression of the data when he measured it, starting to write his paper:

"...In conclusion, dwarves’ heart rate and breathing are slower than humans’, and their normal body temperature is also relatively low. The author speculates that this may be one of the mysteries of the long-lived species.

This speculation is unverified, and if there is an opportunity, it can be compared with other humanoid creatures for further study..."

Hmm, the lung capacity of these dwarves seems a bit small, could it be that these people have varying degrees of pneumoconiosis from mining for years? I should try to find some dwarves who don’t mine much another day...

One writing and one calculating, the next day when they reached the peak, they were both listless. Master Carlisle looked at his disciple’s dark circles and then at Garrett’s eyes, which were just as dark, couldn’t muster a word of urging. Rubbing his forehead, he sighed heavily:

"Advancement is not a matter of one or two days... but it’s also unnecessary to push yourself like this..."

"It’s not like that!" Aurora quickly clarified. "He wrote a paper yesterday... I’m helping him calculate the data, and I calculated it late! Fortunately, it didn’t delay meditation! Teacher, look, the paper!"

According to the instructions of the legendary mage, all of Garrett’s papers had to be uniformly submitted for review by the legendary mage. Of course, from lazy to lazier, and then to lazy, since Garrett had a new follower, Aurora Worton had been submitting his papers on his behalf. And here in Master Decar’s place, all the papers were read by his disciple, Master Carlisle, first...

The grand mage naturally opened the paper. With a glance, he saw the title:

"Research on Standard Physiological Data of Dwarf Males"

The grand mage’s feet shook on the spot. His fair face turned red in an instant, his breathing quickened, his neck veins bulged, and Garrett, with the experience of a deputy chief physician in the emergency department, intuitively felt that this person’s blood pressure was probably about to burst...

Can nifedipine lower it? Or beta-blockers? If it were on the operating table, he should ask the anesthetist to give him some antihypertensive drugs, such as inhaling a little isoflurane, pushing a little nitroprusside, or pumping some nitroglycerin...

Garrett wandered in his mind. And across from him, Master Carlisle shook the paper in his hand, his voice heavy:

"Garrett, why are you putting your energy into this? Someone like you—a mage with research talent like you should have raised your mage level early, so as not to die prematurely!"

Do you know how much effort the council has put into protecting you? Do you know that in order to protect you from being targeted by the Radiant Church, your important papers have been secretly distributed to reliable mages for experimentation and verification?

Do you know that as long as you leave the Igor’s Lock, you will definitely be under the surveillance of the Tower of Heaven, with dedicated mages monitoring your location 24 hours a day?

Do you know that such protective measures will continue until you reach level 5— that is, when you learn Fireball, the level of becoming a human-shaped walking cannon?

"Can you hurry up and go to the meditation room to close up, and raise your level as soon as possible? Now you have some contributions, if it’s not enough, I can lend you some!!!"

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