The results were rejected by the boss, but the young Necromancers weren’t disheartened. Rather, Leon Carlos motivated them well:
"At least we’re on the right track! If 50 transfers aren’t enough, then let’s try 60, 70, 80, or even 100! If drying naturally for a week isn’t enough, then 8 days, 9 days, or even 14 days!"
He jumped onto a chair, looking down at his peers, waving his fists:
"It’s just about piling on manpower and ti! This project is personally overseen by the Immortal himself!" His voice suddenly rose, as he began to paint a grand picture for everyone:
"Once it’s done, it’s going to make a big splash! At that point, everyone will have at least a second authorship guaranteed! Push harder!"
"Ao!"
The Necromancers’ blood boiled as they dove into the laboratory, rolling up their sleeves to get to work. The paper overseen by the Immortal himself, once done, might even be published in ’Arcane’ or ’Magic’!
At the level of a first or second-grade mage, to have a secondary authorship in ’Arcane’ or ’Magic’—
Even for many people as co-second authors, it wouldn’t be hard to join a research group of a great mage of level ten or higher!
Garrett smiled and drifted away. After leaving the backyard, he walked into the front clinic building and found Joanna:
"How’s the morization going?"
"It’s so hard..."
Joanna lay listlessly on the table, her cheek marked by three red lines, seemingly having lost their lively and mysterious color, dull and listless:
"Why do I have to morize so many books..."
She was morizing the textbooks specifically compiled by Garrett. Embryology, physiology, local anatomy, systemic anatomy, internal dicine, surgery, obstetrics, and gynecology. And so on and so forth, the content was simplified and condensed into one book—
In Garrett’s view, it wasn’t much. After all, all these books together made up several thousand pages. The part he organized didn’t even reach a tenth of that.
But Joanna didn’t see it that way!
The print turned into handwriting, the paper area doubled, and the content was halved.
The "book" Garrett handed her, when placed on the desk, aligned with her elbow at the lower edge and with her chest at the upper edge...
Wasn’t she supposed to learn about cesarean sections? Why morize so much irrelevant content? If she doesn’t finish morizing, she’s not allowed to practice or touch any of the expectant mothers!
"Wuu wuu wuu wuu..." She morized slower than Garrett could write the manuscripts and hand them to her...
And during the day, she still had to work, only between seeing patients or at night could she morize, and she still had to ensure ti for ditation and sleep, where could she find the ti to morize so much!
"Still not done? Then push a little harder."
Garrett stood up, turned 180 degrees, and walked towards the clinic door. If not finished, just continue morizing.
dical students, doctors, isn’t this how they all start?
Seeing patients during the day, performing surgeries, filling out dical records at night, taking night shifts, constantly rotating tasks while also doing research, writing papers, keeping up with the latest academic research...
Conservatively estimated, the work hours every day were 16 hours. And it’s a profession that requires lifelong learning. Life is limited, but learning is boundless.
"Don’t! Give three more days, three days! I’ll definitely be done in three days!"
Yo, you’re that fast, huh. Garrett paused:
"I’ll give you a week. After a week, there will be a test, a 100-point paper, and if you score below 90, go back to where you ca from."
"…Yes!"
Joanna tearfully agreed. anwhile, Garrett scratched his ear, beginning to worry about the next issues:
Where will the patients co from?
It would be foolish to train just one or two priests with so much effort. Garrett’s ambition was to proceed in batches, gradually expanding:
First, train ten midwives, teach them the correct techniques for delivery, and when to refer for cesarean sections if they can’t handle the situation;
Second, expand the training to a hundred, or even all the midwives in Nevis City;
Third, establish a maternity hospital, guide expectant mothers to give birth in the hospital as much as possible, aiming to minimize the mortality rate of mothers and infants—
How to make these midwives comply?
How to make pregnant won willing to give birth here?
In the worst-case scenario, if soone dies, how will it be resolved?
And, the investnt and operational costs of the
maternity hospital, where will they co from?
These things had to be thought out in advance. Where to fleece, where to leverage administrative power...
Hmm, the most significant powers in Nevis City are the Magic Council, the nobility, and the wealthy rchants. The Energy Mages would definitely support him, so would the Necromancers, the Alchemy Workshops had good relations with him, the Enchantnt Sect...
Garrett climbed to Igor Peak, heading straight for the Tower of Songs. To call in favors, one must maintain good relations regularly. Since he had collaborative projects with the Enchantnt Sect, he should check in every now and then to see how things were progressing:
"Lady Alvar, that EEG project, any new findings?"
Lady Alvar was very pleased to host him. Mr. Viper had been interrogated quite thoroughly and handed over to the Necromancers, but the Tower of Songs never lacked subjects:
"Yes! Very interesting findings! We used the ’chanized Mind’ as a baseline, compared a series of basic spells from the Enchantnt Sect, and made so significant discoveries!"
Lady Alvar cheerfully pointed at a crystal ball. The ball, obviously specially processed, could three-dinsionally and semi-transparently display images of various parts of the brain:
"Look, under the state of ’chanized Mind,’ the excitation of various parts is shown in blue. Then, we cancel the spell and expose the subject to different magics—"
The crystal ball lit up in a myriad of colors, continuously flashing, like a neon light shaped into a brain. Lady Alvar sat on a nearby sofa, stirring a cup of hot cocoa with cinnamon powder, continuously pointing out:
"This is ’Charm Person’… this is ’Hypnosis’… this is ’Agitation’… this is ’Aid’… this is ’Stabilize Confidence’…"
Red, yellow, orange… or the calming blue, green, lighting up continuously and then fading. Garrett silently muttered in his mind:
"Frontal lobe… Temporal lobe… Hypothalamus… Pituitary gland… Pineal gland…"
Through brainwave monitoring, it was discovered that different Enchantnt Sect spells would excite different parts of the brain and sotis suppress others.
So, the essence of Enchantnt Sect magic is to use different types of waves to affect different parts of the brain, interfering with their activity?
"Right, in collaboration with the Necromancers, we made another particularly interesting discovery. After the spell took effect, we detected fluctuations in certain substances in the subject’s blood…"
"What?! You found hormones?! Your technology can now detect trace hormones in the blood?! Teach it to imdiately! I’d kneel and hug your legs if it helps!"
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