Though willing to offer a discount, Garrett didn't agree imdiately. He quickly organized his thoughts, glanced back, and saw his ntor nodding slightly. Only then did he raise his voice:
"I am a mber of the council, and of course, I am willing to support its work. I can lower the patent fees, offer discounts, and delay paynts, anything you need."
He glanced back swiftly. His ntor's eyes crinkled slightly, Senior Brother Byerbo gave a thumbs up, and Senior Sister Philby’s eyes sparkled with a brilliant smile.
Only Archmage Carlisle was different. His lips moved as he silently mouthed "but"...
"But," Garrett indeed continued:
"The production of penicillin mainly involves the Church of the God of Nature cultivating the penicillium. You need to negotiate with them."
"...That’s no problem, we will negotiate with them."
The presiding review committee mber breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said.
Thank goodness, Master Nordmark was willing to lower the price. As long as the inventor is willing to give a discount, the rest is negotiable:
If the inventor is lowering the price, how can others still have the nerve not to lower theirs?
This is all for the sake of curing diseases, no, for healing the wounded and saving lives, for the kingdom's benefit. How can you be so petty about that bit of money?
Moreover, the Church of the God of Nature doesn't ask for much;
their paynt thods are flexible. Allocating food to relieve the poor, the council initiating work relief projects, various thods could be used to offset the paynt...
"Apart from penicillin, I suggest you also purchase so streptomycin." Garrett took the opportunity to promote:
"Streptomycin is a new drug developed in my mage tower, very effective against tuberculosis. It's also effective against certain infections, like Pseudomonas aeruginosa, among others."
In other words, combined with penicillin, it can roughly be used as a broad-spectrum antibiotic. And more importantly—.
"It’s not very effective against cholera but has so use. Current laboratory tests confirm it can kill the plague bacteria, though it hasn't been tested clinically yet..."
The oval light screen with a skull flashed intensely for a mont. Then, it darkened and did not light up again.
Garrett irreverently guessed that the signal might have been cut off by the Lord of Thunder...
Anyway, Garrett successfully promoted penicillin, streptomycin, and an accompanying injection kit. Additionally, he promoted the battlefield trio:
A clean gauze pack (including a twist-press tourniquet);
a simple hemostatic disinfectant dressing (herbal powder);
and an alum purification tablet.
For all the related content, Garrett was only responsible for providing the ideas, production thods, and quality standards. As for who supplies the raw materials? Who makes them? Who builds the factories? Who buys them?
Not his concern. Even for the injection kits and battlefield trio, Garrett didn't intend to make money.
Penicillin and streptomycin were enough for him to make a fortune. Small money is truly sweet~~~
Garrett listened to the entire eting with half seriousness and half curiosity.
It should be said that the perspectives of the Archmages were indeed high-level enough, especially this batch of Archmages, who handled administrative affairs quite a lot, not the type who buried their heads in research and ignored worldly matters;
The efficiency of their discussions was also high, especially with the legendary mages observing online;
Their deanor was also good enough. Except for occasionally slamming the table or shouting, there was no throwing of papers, teacups, shoes, or physical fights.
Hmm... perhaps also because the legendary mages were observing online?
In any case, after an entire afternoon, the review eting had clarified their stance on the war with Nederland, the list of supplies, prices, who would handle diplomacy, who would negotiate, and more, forming a preliminary plan:
So decisions were already made, so needed to be compiled into docunts for the legendary mages, and so required further refinent.
So needed negotiations with the Church of the God of Nature, the Temple of the War God, the Temple of the Spring Goddess, the royal family, and the kingdom's nobles.
Of course, there was also the part involving negotiations with the envoy from Nederland. Which Archmage would lead which part, the tasks were all assigned.
And Garrett also got an assignnt:
Co, help receive the envoy from Nederland!
Garrett: ????
Why is this my business too?
The envoy from Nederland arrived quickly. Three n and one woman, all travel-worn, with fatigue written on their faces. The only woman had a hint of resilience and sorrow in her brow, besides the fatigue.
She was also the one who observed most closely and seriously at the hospital. Naturally, she understood—the antlers hanging in the lobby opposite the entrance, the quietly reporting mage on duty:
Above level four.
Given her delicate, non-warrior-like posture, Garrett judged she was likely a mage.
This lady scrutinized the cases, raw data, treatnt process, and outcos presented by Garrett. The anti-inflammatory effects of penicillin, the tuberculosis treatnt effects of streptomycin, the hemostatic effect of the twist-press tourniquet...
She seed to digest every page, every piece of data, deeply into her mind.
Especially the patients with scoliosis, almost wishing to touch each one.
So, could she be the wife of Count Ostend? The mother of the child sent for treatnt?
Garrett decided to keep his thoughts to himself and treated her as an ordinary envoy. He patiently explained each detail to her:
"This patient had a childhood burn on the back, leading to muscle and fascia contracture, pulling the spine into deformation. After successful corrective surgery, he is training at the Temple of the War God and is expected to beco a reserve warrior in two years."
"This one fell ill as a child and recovered but left sequelae. After successful corrective surgery, he can now work normally and has found a job carrying goods at a nearby workshop."
"This one is congenital, combined with funnel chest and congenital heart disease. We are still designing the plan, and will only proceed with surgery when we are more than ninety percent confident."
The female envoy looked long at the little girl before her. The girl, about seven or eight, had pectus carinatum and kyphosis, unable to stand straight with a pronounced hump on her back—so similar to her eldest son's posture.
The girl wore an old dress, evidently made from a bedsheet, clean and tidy at best. However, her face was flushed, and when she looked up at the envoy, there was little timidity.
"What’s your na?"
"Lia. Respectable lady, my na is Lia."
"Lia." The female mage slowly squatted down to et the girl’s gaze. She extended a hand to hold the girl’s small hand hanging at her side. Feeling the rough calluses, she said slowly:
"Do you know the surgery you’re undergoing isn't guaranteed to succeed?"
"I know, ma'am. The mage told us that if the surgery fails, it could an paralysis, disability, or even death."
"If, and I an if," the female mage quickly glanced at Garrett, seeing he remained expressionless, she continued:
"What if I take you away? No need for surgery, no risk of paralysis, disability, or death. I will take care of you, treat you like my daughter."
She wrapped her hand around the girl's hand, warming the cold little hand with her own palm:
"You won’t go hungry, won’t be cold, will have beautiful dresses to wear, and can read books. Would you like to co with ?"
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