A Hospital in Another World?
Author: 加兰2020
Chapter 545: Garrett: AhhhhhâSnap!
The successful development of ãBlood Test Magicã brought Garrett an unprecedented joy.
This was his first time, based on his past life experience, to independently develop a new diagnostic magic!
X-rays, ultrasounds, he merely adapted existing tools for different purposes; the diagnostic methods remained the same as in his past life;
The ECG Magicâs primary magical framework was largely completed with the assistance of Lady Silver Dragon, and he himself had completed less than half of it;
But Blood Test, this was a new magic he developed independently through experiments, calculations, and analysis, based on the ãBloodline Discriminationã magic!
Moreover, following this path, he might even develop more similar diagnostic magics. ãBloodline Discriminationã could determine blood types, but could it also determine total red blood cells, white blood cells, platelets, pH, blood potassium, sodium, calcium, various ions?
Blood sugar, urea, creatinine, uric acid; total cholesterol, triglycerides, high-density lipoprotein, low-density lipoprotein; hepatitis B, hepatitis C, syphilis, AIDS; AFP, CEA, HCGâ¦
Following this train of thought, he might be able to develop qualitative and quantitative, a full set of blood test magics!
Maybe one day, a drop of blood and a spell could produce a very long diagnostic report, providing all the values a doctor could want. Before surgery, a simple slap could replace the four major infectious disease tests, no longer needing to fear occupational exposure.
Garrett was dancing and shouting mid-air. Below the magic tower, led by Andrew Lynn, a group of magicians looked up in silence. After a moment, Aurora whispered:
"A mid-tier magician isnât supposed to fly in Nevis, right?"
"Heâs flying within 100 meters around the magic tower and not higher than 100 meters above the tower top. There wonât be a fine, let him fly."
Mr. Norwood replied sourly.
A magician, in his own magic tower and the surrounding area, is the supreme king. In this area, he can do anything without reproach.
Including but not limited to flying, launching strange fireworks, and emulating the ancients by running wildly around the towerâ¦
But, mid-tier magicians can fly around their own magic towers, a law that exists in the code but is rarely cited. After all, a mid-tier magician in Nevis almost never owns "his own" magic towerâ¦
Whether flying near someone elseâs magic tower would be interfered with depends on your relationship with the towerâs owner, or more precisely, how much your teacher dotes on you.
What does it mean to be a favored son of heaven?
Mr. Norwood was worried again, especially as Garrett, wobbling, had already flown around the tower top three times, the path he took was heart-stoppingâ¦
"Isnât he going to fall?"
"Donât worry, I can catch him." Andrew Lynn, Aurora, and Lady Silver Dragon said simultaneously.
Andrew Lynn hooked his fingers, and Mr. Troka had somehow jumped to the top of the tower, looking up with a feline gaze;
Aurora held a feather, ready to cast Feather Fall at any moment;
As for Lady Silver Dragonâ¦
"Donât you fly up there! We can catch him without you!"
Andrew Lynn and the Golden Skeleton, one on each side, held Lady Silver Dragonâs hands.
"Ongâ"
Appa cried out high-pitched, shaking its horns, bending its front hooves. Bernard hurried over to calm it:
"Appa, donât move! Donât jump up! Be careful not to poke a hole in him!"
Anita Winvey looked solemn, pinching a seed between her fingers, kneeling on one knee, pressing it into the mud; Leon Carlos, who had not yet mastered Feather Fall, could only open his arms, looking up as he walked forward a few stepsâ¦
The group below the tower pointed and whispered. Suddenly, Garrett came to his senses, looked down at them, and startled, he suddenly began to fall:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh~~~"
Darn itâI got distracted, and it seems like the flying spell has failed... What was the spell model for the flying spell...
Or should I cast a Feather Fall... I didnât bring a feather, whereâs my ãEndless Ink Penã... Darn, I didnât bring it with me...
The height of the magic tower is over 40 meters, I have 3 seconds to react... 2 seconds... 1 second...
"AhâSnap!"
Four invisible servants, two raising their hands and two their feet, caught Garrett in mid-air. Garrettâs falling speed immediately slowed, he wobbled in the air for a moment, and
then slid down onto the broad antlers of the silver moon deer, lying directly on the deerâs back.
"Appa! Appa, donât run so fast ah ah ah!"
The silver moon deer, carrying Garrett, sped up merrily.
Crossing mountains, crossing rivers... No, it was up hills, down valleys, across streams, giving him a rough ride, before Appa, carrying a thoroughly shaken Garrett, slowly returned. Garrett barely climbed down from the deerâs back, his legs went soft, nearly causing him to fall:
"Appa... I havenât offended you recently, have I..."
The response was a close nudge from the big head of the silver moon deer. Garrett leaned back, truly sitting down on the ground.
His friends came over laughing. Before they lifted him up and tossed him into the air, Garrett hurriedly raised his hands:
"Wait! I need to go write a paper!"
The paper still had to be written. Especially, taking advantage of the recent breakthrough, writing it quickly often brought unexpected benefits. Andrew Lynn shrugged, stepping aside first. Aurora muttered softly behind him:
"So boring..."
Rarely having such a big achievement, and not celebrating with everyone!
Garrett, covered in dust, got up, one foot high, one foot low, staggeringly escaping into the magic tower. He dashed to the table, writing fervently:
"ãOn the Creative Thought Process Behind the ãBlood Type Discriminationã Magicã"
"Known magic ãBloodline Discriminationã provides far more information than the actual analysis it performs. I have organized and classified this information, combined with previous research on blood types, to create the following magic..."
"This magicâs mana consumption can be limited to the level of tricks, but its learning difficulty and mental power requirements are at the level of a 1st ring spell..."
"Thought: The mechanism triggering ãBlood Type Discriminationãâs feedback is unclear... Consider approaching from perspectives of light, electromagnetic waves, etc..."
"Future research directions..."
Garrett was so engrossed in writing that he scribbled everything downâultraviolet spectrophotometry, cryo-electron microscopy observations of protein shapes, and a mishmash of other things. After reviewing his work, he sighed, folding the latter pages up and stuffing them into a spatial bag to rewrite...
These things canât see the light of day yet.
Principles, ideas, the essence of the magic, evaluation, thought prospects, references. When Garrett put down his pen, dawn was breaking, and his oak wand tucked in his chest pocket was emitting a faint green light.
Garrett jumped up and ran to the meditation room. Thump thump thump, he turned out of the staircase, nearly bumping into Aurora.
"Why are you running so fast? Racing to the bathroom?"
"Iâm advancing!"
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This was his first time, based on his past life experience, to independently develop a new diagnostic magic!
X-rays, ultrasounds, he merely adapted existing tools for different purposes; the diagnostic methods remained the same as in his past life;
The ECG Magicâs primary magical framework was largely completed with the assistance of Lady Silver Dragon, and he himself had completed less than half of it;
But Blood Test, this was a new magic he developed independently through experiments, calculations, and analysis, based on the ãBloodline Discriminationã magic!
Moreover, following this path, he might even develop more similar diagnostic magics. ãBloodline Discriminationã could determine blood types, but could it also determine total red blood cells, white blood cells, platelets, pH, blood potassium, sodium, calcium, various ions?
Blood sugar, urea, creatinine, uric acid; total cholesterol, triglycerides, high-density lipoprotein, low-density lipoprotein; hepatitis B, hepatitis C, syphilis, AIDS; AFP, CEA, HCGâ¦
Following this train of thought, he might be able to develop qualitative and quantitative, a full set of blood test magics!
Maybe one day, a drop of blood and a spell could produce a very long diagnostic report, providing all the values a doctor could want. Before surgery, a simple slap could replace the four major infectious disease tests, no longer needing to fear occupational exposure.
Garrett was dancing and shouting mid-air. Below the magic tower, led by Andrew Lynn, a group of magicians looked up in silence. After a moment, Aurora whispered:
"A mid-tier magician isnât supposed to fly in Nevis, right?"
"Heâs flying within 100 meters around the magic tower and not higher than 100 meters above the tower top. There wonât be a fine, let him fly."
Mr. Norwood replied sourly.
A magician, in his own magic tower and the surrounding area, is the supreme king. In this area, he can do anything without reproach.
Including but not limited to flying, launching strange fireworks, and emulating the ancients by running wildly around the towerâ¦
But, mid-tier magicians can fly around their own magic towers, a law that exists in the code but is rarely cited. After all, a mid-tier magician in Nevis almost never owns "his own" magic towerâ¦
Whether flying near someone elseâs magic tower would be interfered with depends on your relationship with the towerâs owner, or more precisely, how much your teacher dotes on you.
What does it mean to be a favored son of heaven?
Mr. Norwood was worried again, especially as Garrett, wobbling, had already flown around the tower top three times, the path he took was heart-stoppingâ¦
"Isnât he going to fall?"
"Donât worry, I can catch him." Andrew Lynn, Aurora, and Lady Silver Dragon said simultaneously.
Andrew Lynn hooked his fingers, and Mr. Troka had somehow jumped to the top of the tower, looking up with a feline gaze;
Aurora held a feather, ready to cast Feather Fall at any moment;
As for Lady Silver Dragonâ¦
"Donât you fly up there! We can catch him without you!"
Andrew Lynn and the Golden Skeleton, one on each side, held Lady Silver Dragonâs hands.
"Ongâ"
Appa cried out high-pitched, shaking its horns, bending its front hooves. Bernard hurried over to calm it:
"Appa, donât move! Donât jump up! Be careful not to poke a hole in him!"
Anita Winvey looked solemn, pinching a seed between her fingers, kneeling on one knee, pressing it into the mud; Leon Carlos, who had not yet mastered Feather Fall, could only open his arms, looking up as he walked forward a few stepsâ¦
The group below the tower pointed and whispered. Suddenly, Garrett came to his senses, looked down at them, and startled, he suddenly began to fall:
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh~~~"
Darn itâI got distracted, and it seems like the flying spell has failed... What was the spell model for the flying spell...
Or should I cast a Feather Fall... I didnât bring a feather, whereâs my ãEndless Ink Penã... Darn, I didnât bring it with me...
The height of the magic tower is over 40 meters, I have 3 seconds to react... 2 seconds... 1 second...
"AhâSnap!"
Four invisible servants, two raising their hands and two their feet, caught Garrett in mid-air. Garrettâs falling speed immediately slowed, he wobbled in the air for a moment, and
then slid down onto the broad antlers of the silver moon deer, lying directly on the deerâs back.
"Appa! Appa, donât run so fast ah ah ah!"
The silver moon deer, carrying Garrett, sped up merrily.
Crossing mountains, crossing rivers... No, it was up hills, down valleys, across streams, giving him a rough ride, before Appa, carrying a thoroughly shaken Garrett, slowly returned. Garrett barely climbed down from the deerâs back, his legs went soft, nearly causing him to fall:
"Appa... I havenât offended you recently, have I..."
The response was a close nudge from the big head of the silver moon deer. Garrett leaned back, truly sitting down on the ground.
His friends came over laughing. Before they lifted him up and tossed him into the air, Garrett hurriedly raised his hands:
"Wait! I need to go write a paper!"
The paper still had to be written. Especially, taking advantage of the recent breakthrough, writing it quickly often brought unexpected benefits. Andrew Lynn shrugged, stepping aside first. Aurora muttered softly behind him:
"So boring..."
Rarely having such a big achievement, and not celebrating with everyone!
Garrett, covered in dust, got up, one foot high, one foot low, staggeringly escaping into the magic tower. He dashed to the table, writing fervently:
"ãOn the Creative Thought Process Behind the ãBlood Type Discriminationã Magicã"
"Known magic ãBloodline Discriminationã provides far more information than the actual analysis it performs. I have organized and classified this information, combined with previous research on blood types, to create the following magic..."
"This magicâs mana consumption can be limited to the level of tricks, but its learning difficulty and mental power requirements are at the level of a 1st ring spell..."
"Thought: The mechanism triggering ãBlood Type Discriminationãâs feedback is unclear... Consider approaching from perspectives of light, electromagnetic waves, etc..."
"Future research directions..."
Garrett was so engrossed in writing that he scribbled everything downâultraviolet spectrophotometry, cryo-electron microscopy observations of protein shapes, and a mishmash of other things. After reviewing his work, he sighed, folding the latter pages up and stuffing them into a spatial bag to rewrite...
These things canât see the light of day yet.
Principles, ideas, the essence of the magic, evaluation, thought prospects, references. When Garrett put down his pen, dawn was breaking, and his oak wand tucked in his chest pocket was emitting a faint green light.
Garrett jumped up and ran to the meditation room. Thump thump thump, he turned out of the staircase, nearly bumping into Aurora.
"Why are you running so fast? Racing to the bathroom?"
"Iâm advancing!"
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