A Hospital in Another World?

Chapter 102

The High Priest stormed off in anger, but Garrett remained unfazed. He ate when it was time to eat, slept when it was time to sleep, and worked when it was time to workthree times a day, shouting at the priests to inspect wards, write medical records, and compile data. From morning till night, he only moved his mouth to command others, not bothering to perform any healing spells himself.

Superior doctors had their privileges and responsibilities. For instance, after the nightly rounds were over, Joane could corner him, cheeks flushed, and directly inquire, "The number of patients is increasing... when will it decrease? When will this plague end?"

Garrett secretly wiped off a cold sweat.

If it were a year ago when he crossed over, he really couldn't answer this question. Although he could look up "Epidemiology" in his memories at any time and calculate the data using formulas, it was a bit challenging.

However, thanks to the disaster last year, determining when the epidemic would reach a turning point and when it would end became much easier.

"When it can decrease depends on whether we can cut off the transmission of the epidemic. As long as all patients are brought into the cathedral, and there are no new cases outside, give it another week, at most two weeks, and this plague will be completely over."

"How do we cut it off?"

"Make everyone drink boiled water! Clean all water sources! And find the source of the epidemic... I'll handle that!"

Seizing this excuse, Garrett openly ditched his healing work. Once the data was compiled, he turned and left the back hall, disappearing in an instant.

"Garrett? Where's Garrett?"

Those looking for him had to inquire all the way. From the hall to the side hall, from the side hall to the back hall, and then from the back hall to the second floor. Finally, they found Garrett's exact location. Pushing the door open, the smell inside immediately did somersaults.

The visitor covered their nose, shivering, standing at the doorway, almost wanting to flee. The room was filled with a strange smell, amid the fragrant aroma of meat soup, there was a nauseating stench. It's unclear how long it had been brewing, entwined with each other, indistinguishable.

The person at the door lost their intelligence, hesitating for a full five seconds before remembering to exit the room. A strong wind blew in, fiercely clearing the air, and then rushed back in.

"Why are you still here? The Council members are returning tomorrow! Hurry up and come back with me, pack uphey, you smell weird, you need a good wash!"

"Elliott the Mage!" Garrett joyfully turned around. Elliott frowned, endured, and finally rushed to his side, reaching out to pull him.

"What are you doing? Oh, what is this thing!"

In front of Garrett was a strange-looking object. A heavy and sturdy base, an arched support, fixed on top was a long cylinder. Below the cylinder, there was a rack supporting an enchanted silver rod emitting a steady and bright light.

And Garrett himself, with a delighted face, waved at him.

"Come and see! I finally found the culprit of this plague!"

"Found it?" Elliott was moved. The origin of the plague had countless explanations over the centuries in the magical council, but none were widely accepted. Now, this first-level mage claimed he found it?

Even if it couldn't be completely confirmed, as long as the process made sense, it could be a great paper. The top journals of the magical council would surely be willing to publish it.

Mage Elliott bent down, following Garrett's pointing finger. On the rack below the cylinder, a small glass piece was fixednot just one, but two. In between the two pieces of glass, there seemed to be something...

"Is it this?"

Elliott bent down, carefully observing. A drop of transparent liquid was on the glass, clear and fragrant, seeming to be some kind of oil... "Olive oil? Or?"

"No, look from here!" Garrett pulled him aside, vacating a seat, pointing to the top of the cylinder. Elliott bent down to look, and the whole person shook violently.

"What is this... these short, stick-like things... what are they?"

Elliott widened his eyes, leaning forward, his eyeballs almost pressing against the top of the cylinder. Soon, he stood up violently, leaning to the side, almost leaning on the rack below the cylinderstill the small glass piece, the drop of liquid on the glass remained motionless, and inside the glass piece, it still seemed to be holding something...

"What is this? This is... the thing inside the glass piece?!" He was so astonished that he couldn't speak fluently, "Why is it so big? How... the cylinder... can see it... what about the other things... the other things..."

That's right.

A microscope.

Garrett silently shed a tear of sympathy for himself. This thing seemed incredibly simple in later years, just a eyepiece, an objective lens, and some stands and light sources. On Taobao, a student microscope cost 238 with a maximum magnification of 10,000 times, including 30 specimens...

It would be exhausting to make one here. He discussed all night with the jeweler last night, changing lenses over and over again, adjusting the focal length. Every step, every detail, required his personal involvement...

So today he didn't participate in healing. Whether it was a priest or a mage, one of the prerequisites for casting healing spells or magic was to ensure eight hours of sleep the night before. After pulling an all-nighter, he couldn't produce anything today.

Well, being a priest has its advantages over being a doctor in this regard. At least you don't have to work a night shift and continue to work hard the next day...

Fortunately, the microscope was finally made. Seeing is normal; not seeing means I've failed. Garrett turned around, swiped and swiped, dragging over a wicker basket from the nearby long table.

"So, with this cylinder, you can magnify things a lot. Fix them yourself and take a look"

Elliott tremblingly took it, one by one, fixing them on the rack. Through the cylinder, he saw long, interconnected grids on the onion skin, with small black dots inside; in a piece of cork, grids arranged like a beehive; a drop of blood on the glass, he saw countless tiny dots, crowded together.

A piece of sulfur...

"I understand! Hahaha, I understand! So that's how it is!"

Elliott burst into laughter suddenly. He grabbed the sulfur from the rack and ran out like crazy. On the balcony, he chanted a spell, pointed forward with his right hand

A pea-sized spark flew out from his fingertips. Forward, forward...

Suddenly exploded!

A thunderous roar. The outer wall of the cathedral shook twice, and Elder Elwin, Bishop Donald, and the others were shocked, each coming out:

"Who?"

"Who cast Fireball?"

"Is there an attack?"

Pairs of eyes looked at the fireball in the night sky, then followed the faint elemental fluctuations, looking towards the source of the fireball. On the balcony, Elliott danced with excitement, laughing madly:

"I understand! I've broken through! Thanks to you, little Garrett! Hahaha!"

It turned out that the Levenhuk telescope was just a brick-flying plaything. I tried hard to think about it, and I won't use it anymore.

But it's really amazing to grind out a single 300x magnifying glass at that time... It's a single 300x! Not the 300x obtained by multiplying the eyepiece and the objective lens!

Levenhuk is really a handicraft master...

Seeking collection, seeking recommendation, seeking reviews... The collection this afternoon didn't increase much...

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