Reggie followed Ima to Will's ward. This strong man had been reduced to a handful of bones. His body was very hot and he had been suffering from a high fever. It was hard to imagine that a person could survive despite having a high fever for more than ten days.
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Although he was very weak, Will still smiled when he saw his wife and children.
"On the first day of the battle, Will Rogers was injured," Erwin introduced. "The Knights of Gusta placed him here with other wounded soldiers, but never asked his name."
Reggie looked at Will's injuries. There was a six-inch long wound extending from his chest to his navel. The wound showed symptoms of severe infection, but fortunately there was no sign of sepsis.
Reggie wiped Will's body with alcohol. After his body temperature dropped, Will regained some energy.
Reggie took out a three-point hourglass and handed it to Imma: "From now on, after the sand in the hourglass has traveled once, you will wipe his body with alcohol. Can you do it?"
Imma nodded and said: "This is very easy, and it can be performed together with the exorcism ceremony."
Seeing that Will still had whip marks on his body, Reggie frowned and said: "From today on, you must stop your exorcism ritual. You are not allowed to use any tools to beat the injured again. Do you understand?"
"But that's..."
Reggie picked up the birch branch and said, "What is that?"
Imma pouted and said, "It's nothing, Master Tutor."
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On the way out of the wounded barracks, Reggie kept thinking about an important question.
In his previous life, he had read some historical data. In the cold weapon era, wound infection was the number one killer of non-combat casualties.
Not only soldiers, but civilians may also be injured in the battle. If the war continues, Broken Snow City may not fall under the enemy's iron hooves, but under the siege of bacteria.
Alcohol alone is not enough, more advanced anti-infection methods are necessary.
Reggie thought of antibiotics, but under the current technical conditions, it is almost impossible to produce antibiotics.
"Arabian Nights, One Thousand and One Nights, One Hundred and Thirty-Four Good Stories..." Reggie was talking to himself, and Erwin said beside him: "Sir, what story did you just say?"
"I'm saying," Reggie paused, then smiled, "since I came to this world, I have to leave a good story behind."
So what if it’s a fantasy? I want to show you a legend.
"Erwin, go find the Grand Maester and ask the craftsman Calaf to come to my castle. I have an important task for him."
Throughout the afternoon, Reggie spent the whole afternoon in the castle studying the preparation process of antibiotics. At first, his target was erythromycin. Unlike penicillin, erythromycin is fatally allergic, and erythromycin can also be taken orally, eliminating the need for
As for the trouble of injection, according to the current technology, it is extremely difficult to make a qualified syringe and needle.
Although Reggie was a chemical engineer in his previous life, he knew the process of preparing erythromycin through local methods.
The first step is to take the bacterial strain, Streptomyces erythromycin.
"Shirley, bring me my bacteria!"
"Uh... Sir, what did you say?"
Reggie sat silently at the table for a long time, and it seemed that the first question appeared.
This is not his laboratory, and there are no ready-made bacterial strains for him to use.
It doesn't matter, you can look for it yourself. Streptomyces is not a rare fungus and may be found in the castle.
Reggie began to search around the castle. After an hour, he gave up. He was a chemical engineer, not a biological engineer. He knew nothing about the biological characteristics of wild Streptomyces. It was tantamount to messing around like this.
Find a special-looking grain of sand on the beach.
Reggie gave up on the idea of making antibiotics. He walked up the stairs in frustration, and happened to see the maid Shirley coming out of the kitchen carrying a plate of bread.
"Sorry to bother you, sir." Shirley was very nervous. As soon as she saw Reggie, she remembered the terrible rumor.
Reggie looked at Shirley and his eyes suddenly lit up: "What is that in your hand?"
"It's...the remaining bread, Mr. Bread."
"Bread? Just regular bread?"
Shirley was trembling with fear: "Sorry, sir, these breads have become moldy. I put them in the kitchen before. I swear, sir, bread is not so easy to mold this season. I was not careful before..."
"No need to explain, do you know what this means?"
"I'm sorry, sir!" Shirley cried out, "I'm going to get the whip and ask you to whip me, sir. It's all my fault, sir. I don't dare to do it again, sir."
"Don't worry, good girl, I won't punish you." Reggie kept staring at Shirley, with a greedy light in his eyes.
What does he want to do?
"So pure, so childish, so wonderful, why didn't I notice it before?"
Why would he say such a thing?
"Come on girl, give it to me!"
What does he want? What can I give her? Here he comes!
Shirley's clothes were instantly soaked with sweat. Seeing Reggie's strange expression, Shirley realized the seriousness of the problem.
Shirley's mother told her that any pretty maid will eventually be possessed by her master. This is not a bad thing. If she can give birth to a child for her master, her destiny will change.
It seems that this day has really come.
Reggie was approaching step by step. Shirley closed her eyes and said tremblingly: "Please be gentle, sir."
"I will be gentle!" Reggie snatched the plate from Shirley's hand and hugged it tightly. "How can I bear to be rough with it? What a perfect Penicillium species this is!"
Reggie stroked the green hair on the bread, tears of excitement hanging from the corners of his eyes.
"Big, big, sir... that one can't be eaten anymore." Shirley was very embarrassed. She had already made preparations, but she found Reggie happily returning to her room with the bread plate in her arms.
When God closes a door, he will open a window for you. This is such a philosophical saying.
The erythromycin plan failed, but the penicillin plan can be launched.
The petri dish is easy to say, just let Clough improve the clay pot.
The culture medium can be said to be sugar, alcohol, baking soda, batter...
All the technological processes were in Reggie's mind. He recorded each process on parchment and introduced it to Calaf in detail.
"The most important thing is temperature and ph value, remember? In any aspect, temperature and ph value are the most critical elements!"
"Okay, sir," Calaf nodded. Seeing that Reggie's mood had stabilized a little, he asked tentatively, "What is temperature? What is ph value?"
Reggie blinked and fell into despair again.
There is no concept of temperature in this world, let alone the concept of pH.
He needs a thermometer and pH test strips.
But where can I find these two things?
We have reached this point, do we really want to give up?
Even if the result is destined to fail, at least give it one try.
"Ignore the ph value for now. It is prepared by local methods and has a ready-made time pattern." Reggie carefully marked the fermentation time. It will take about seven days for the ph to rise to 8. If the fermentation is stopped before then, the yield of penicillin can be guaranteed.
But the temperature cannot be vague. Reggie must make a thermometer.
There is no need to think about electronic thermometers. The only possibility is a glass bulb thermometer, but it seems that glass has not been invented in this world.
Reached a deadlock again, Reggie still didn't give up. If he wanted to show off, he would show off to the end.
Although there is no glass, the Grand Maester has collected some natural crystal stones, which Reggie saw in the Grand Maester's basement.
There are not only crystal stones, but also some mercury.
With these two things, it is at least possible to make a glass bulb thermometer.
As for the scale, without considering the influence of atmospheric pressure, the temperature of boiling water is one hundred degrees, and a scale value has been found.
The other scale value is not easy to find. You can roughly use body temperature to estimate it. Assume that the body surface temperature is 36 degrees. With two scale values, divide it into equal parts according to a fixed length, and you can make a less accurate dial.
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In winter, when the zero point can be determined using a mixture of ice and water, a more accurate Celsius thermometer can be made.
Reggie drew the drawing of the thermometer. He knew how difficult the process was. He did not expect Khalaf to make a thermometer in the short term. He only hoped that Khalaf would try it and try as boldly as possible. When he
When he tried to give Khalaf some encouragement, he didn't expect that Khalaf simply agreed.
"Leave it to me, Lord Lord," Kalaf put away the drawing. "Although I can't believe that the mercury inside will move on its own, you will definitely see what you want tomorrow."
Calaf left, and a tired Reggie lay on the bed, imagining his crazy actions, but he didn't know how meaningful such actions were.
The wisdom of the sages is great. It is hard to imagine that they completed one scientific initiative after another under such simple conditions. Even if I want to copy their achievements even though I have mastered the principles and methods, it will still be the same.
difficult.
Reggie took a nap, and after dinner, he set off with Erwin. According to Sarn's description, Reggie dug an empty grave in the cemetery west of the city, and buried three full boxes of gold coins in it.
Reggie hugged Erwin tightly in excitement, and they loaded the gold coins into the carriage, buried the grave again, and carefully returned to the castle.
In the basement of the castle, Reggie carefully counted the number of gold coins, six thousand, no more, no less.
Reggie drafted a decree and asked Erwin to take the guards to the dungeon immediately and escort Sarn to the royal capital.
After seeing the decree, Sann closed his eyes in despair and laughed at himself: "I am too stupid to believe his lies."
Erwin pushed Sarn into the carriage and warned: "Be calm, Earl Beech, it's time for you to hit the road."
The carriage left Broken Snow City overnight. When it reached the edge of the territory, Erwin stopped the carriage and pulled Thane out of the carriage.
Sarn looked at Erwin in horror and said, "Do you want to take action here? Is this an order from the lord? You are too despicable!"
Erwin didn't say anything, he opened Sarn's shackles.
"What are you trying to do? God will not forgive you!" Sann was very scared. He wanted to run away, but Erwin grabbed him by the collar.
"Count Beech, you are lame in one leg. Do you think it is possible for a lame person to escape from Broken Snow City?"
Sann wanted to break away from Erwin, but he had no ability to resist in Erwin's hands.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying, Lord Earl?" Erwin said calmly, "Lord, you will never break your promise, but you are a traitor, and coveting traitors is a capital crime. We originally wanted to escort you to the royal capital.
But the ambush soldiers from Bayer Country rescued you and robbed our carriage. Now do you understand what I mean?"
Sann was stunned. It seemed that Reggie really didn't want to kill him.
"The carriage is here for you. Let's go quickly, Count Sarn." Before leaving, Erwin left a final warning. "Go as far as you can. If you don't want to die, never appear in Shattered City again."
Snow City.”
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Reggie was in a great mood after getting the gold coins. He drank some wine, ate some mutton, took a perfect hot bath under Shirley's service, and followed him into the soft and comfortable bed.
Listening to Shirley's lullaby, I quickly fell asleep.
Unfortunately, he had just slept for a while when he was awakened by the noise downstairs.
"I'm sorry, sir!" Shirley said with a panic look on her face, "There is a rude woman outside the door and she wants to break into the castle!"
Reggie was startled and realized that he seemed to have forgotten something.
He hurriedly came downstairs and invited the rough woman into the living room.
"It was you who asked me to come! It was you who taught me how to read! I waited at your door for so long! Your guards even wanted to beat me!"
Imma grabbed Reggie's clothes and cried loudly. Reggie comforted the poor girl for a long time before she calmed down.
"You must be hungry, would you like to eat something?"
Reggie asked Shirley to cut some mutton for her and boil some milk for her. Imma devoured all the food, wiped her mouth and said, "Do you have any wine?"
"Wine... drink it later, we should start studying tonight."
The first step in recognizing characters is to learn the consonants. The lingua franca of this world is called Kalant, which is a pure pinyin language.
Once you learn the alphabet, you can learn spelling. Kalant is Imma's mother tongue. As long as you can read it, you can understand the meaning of the sentence. If you pay attention, you can master basic reading and writing skills in a few days.
Perhaps because she was too tired during the day, Imma's learning state was not very good. There are thirty-two letters in the Kalant language. When she learned the ninth letter, Imma was already drowsy.
Reggie knocked on the table with a birch branch and said: "Ima Clayton, I think you should know the purpose of coming here tonight."
"Purpose?" Imma rubbed her eyes, "I really need to think about it carefully."
She touched the hem of her clothes and said with a playful smile, "How do I feel about my clothes? This is a pure white gown made according to your instructions."
Only now did Reggie notice that Imma was wearing a new dress.
It was just a little different from what Reggie imagined. Reggie wanted her to make a white coat, but she made a pure white dress.
Although the material of the dress is very ordinary, the workmanship of the dress is very exquisite, which fully shows off Ima's proud figure.
"Your clothes are indeed nice," Reggie didn't know how to explain to Ima, "it's just that I think it could be a little more plain."
"Simple?" Imma smiled, "Aren't my previous clothes simple enough?"
"I didn't mean that, I wanted to say..."
"Stop talking," Imma raised her head, walked up to Reggie, and said softly with an ambiguous smile: "You called me over late at night, do you just want to teach me how to read, my mentor?
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"Uh..." Reggie licked his lips and said, "Actually, we can do some crazier things."
"Then when will we start?" Imma moved her face closer, "I am really looking forward to it, my lord."
"We can start now," Reggie smiled excitedly, "My good girl, do you know what pasteurization is?"
"Ba, ba, ba, what's the law?"
"Pasteurization is a great pioneering work of microbiology. Although it is more used in food preservation in later generations, it is also of great significance to the development of medicine!" Reggie stood on the table excitedly, looked down at Irma, and spoke earnestly.
Said, "The key to pasteurization lies in heat treatment and rapid cooling. Although we do not have refrigeration equipment, winter is coming. You will soon understand the greatness of this initiative. I can now put pasteurization into practice."
I’ll teach you the essentials.”
"Ah..." Imma opened her mouth and murmured to herself, "It's really a crazy thing."