A Hospital in Another World?

Penicillin, once produced, never lacked buyers.

Considering the exceptional performance of penicillin in treating infectious diseases, the Temple of the God of War unblinkingly placed an order for 100 units, promising that as long as the first batch passed the trial, they would order no less than 100 units every month thereafter;

The representative of the medical magicians also casually placed an order for 100 units, indicating that this batch would first be trialed within the army. As long as the trial was successful, the navy’s orders would surely follow;

Master Tolga wanted to buy a few units for trial but hesitated to ask...

Garrett calculated that just these large orders alone would bring in over 200 contribution points in monthly sales revenue. After deducting the share owed to the Church of the God of Nature, the purification fees for Master Norwood, and the income of the Mage Tower...

He could net at least 100 contribution points a month.

Considering the widespread use of this medicine in his previous life, Garrett felt that sales could eventually sustain the entire Mage Tower.

As for the cost? What cost?

Water was drawn from the Mage Tower’s water elemental pool, fire was supplied by the fire elemental pool, and the penicillin fungus was continuously cultivated;

Compared to the selling price of penicillin, the cost of the cornstarch medium was a joke.

Garrett was very satisfied. He made arrangements with the council and the Temple of the God of War, asking them to provide conditions for him to gather clinical data, then politely saw the two major customers out. On his way back to the Mage Tower, halfway there, he saw a young man standing quietly at the entrance of the Mage Tower.

His clothes and shoes were covered in dust, as if he had walked a long distance to get here.

"Leon?" Garrett was surprised:

"Why are you here? Aren’t you with the public health department?"

"They didn’t need so many people, sir," Leon Carlos stepped forward and bowed:

"They sent me back to the academy. Sir, I remember you once said that you would have projects needing me, so I came to receive your orders. Sir, may I continue to work under you?"

"Um..."

Garrett hesitated. Honestly, his impression of Leon was quite good:

For one, when selecting projects previously, Leon didn’t choose those that were quick and profitable, but instead chose ones that were long-term and almost unprofitable; moreover, during the epidemic, he had stepped forward to plan and schedule, showing good management skills.

But to bring him into the Mage Tower?

This apprentice is from Black Crow Swamp! Would bringing him here cause trouble with Black Crow Swamp?

Though their faction does have a good impression of me...

Torn, Garrett decided to consult with Andrew Lynn. Andrew, however, laughed heartily:

"Who cares about the whereabouts of apprentices in the academy? You’re just keeping him to work, not taking him as a disciple. Why would Black Crow Swamp trouble you? As for the future—let’s worry about the future later!"

Thus, the Mage Tower’s second apprentice was in place. Garrett happily arranged for Anita to continue producing penicillin, collecting clinical information, and handed over the development of vaccines to Leon, starting with the simplest smallpox vaccine, then dived back into his studies.

Meditation!

Boosting mental strength!

42 spell models to memorize!

211 pieces of magical information to learn!

Oh right, there are also papers related to penicillin to organize and write. Selection strategies is one paper, production research and development another, drug actions yet another, allergic reactions another...

Days buried in studies flew by. When Garrett finally looked up from his rapid mental growth and books, it was early summer. His adventure missions, after several changes, were finally set.

"So, we’re not going to that forest anymore? Where are you sending me?"

Garrett rustled through the map, with travel gear spread all around:

Sleeping bags to prepare, umbrellas, dry food, pots and pans:

Weapons, armor, various offensive and defensive magical equipment, the most important [Endless Ink Pen];

Surgical instruments, seeds for activating vines, potassium permanganate, penicillin, none could be left behind;

Alchemy equipment, hand-cranked generators, mercury arc rectifiers, a manual ventilator, all these must be taken along, as there’s nowhere to buy them on the spot...

Ah, I feel like the space bag won’t hold everything!

Archmage Carlisle helplessly watched him pulling at his hair. After a long time, he sighed deeply:

"The mission assigned to you this time is to escort Master Talbert, the dwarf elder, back to his homeland. Given your previous interactions with them, the council recommended you join the team. After arriving at the destination, participate in the negotiation team to discuss new cooperation plans. There’s an alchemical airship for the sea route,

and a large team for the land route; you don’t need to carry all jars and bottles with you..."

"So I can take a carriage? —Wait, why take a ship?"

Master Talbert’s homeland was not in the kingdom but across the sea in the north. Surrounded by high mountains and snow, the dwarves mined and smelted in mountain caves, exchanging food with the lowlanders. Further north was the homeland of Bernard, at the very peaks of the mountains, where, it was said, dragons lived...

"When you get there, just stay honestly in the dwarf tribe. If you want to visit the barbarians, you can go. But don’t climb the snowy mountains, don’t go looking for dragons. Even though the legendary magicians of the council have relations with dragons, they won’t care who is below when triggering avalanches. Remember that!"

Master Carlisle earnestly admonished. Garrett nodded vigorously:

"Definitely! Definitely!"

Who would climb snowy mountains for no reason! I’m not an outdoor enthusiast!

"Also, the exchange items you received last time from resigning the public health department—didn’t you even look at them? There’s a large space bag inside, capable of holding 1000 pounds of items, with a volume of 150 cubic feet!"

It turned out that even a large space bag might not be enough. This time, Garrett was only bringing Bernard on the mission, with Aurora and Andrew not accompanying. The two level 5 magicians, each with their own worries, crammed stuff into the space bag:

"Bring a few more fur coats!" Andrew, out of nowhere, dumped a pile of fur coats on Garrett, almost burying him:

"The clothes you wear in Nevis City can’t withstand it! What? [Resist Cold and Heat]? The cold in the north goes far beyond the limits of [Resist Cold and Heat]. If you think you can warm up with spells, you won’t freeze to death!"

Understood, it’s like the air conditioning not working because it’s too cold. Garrett obediently stuffed the fur coats in, immediately taking up a corner.

"Bring more strong liquor! The way you use alcohol for disinfection, a barrel won’t be enough! Liquor is expensive in the north, they can’t grow crops there, all imported from outside!"

It’s a pity not to be able to make industrial alcohol... But Aurora, have you thought about how much a barrel of liquor weighs? Don’t fill up the space bag with this!

"Bring the nitroglycerin you made! Nitrocellulose! And purple scalestone! Take all of them! Without us, when you need to unleash powerful magic, you’ll rely on these!"

Master Norwood, stop! Don’t put nitrocellulose together with potassium permanganate!

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