Chapter 1485
The Final Battle, Step 1 with the Fungal Spawns
Chapter 1485 The Final Battle, The First Step with the Fungal Spawns
A senior military doctor reminded the old man: "Old Xun, the manual says there's a component at the bottom of the long tube that can be turned, something like an adjustment tool. It's like a mortise and tenon joint adjusting an old one. Just adjust it and it'll be fine."
"Oh, I remember now, it seems to be written there. Let me adjust it, old man." Old Xun found a part that was tied to the bottom of the long tube and turned it gently: "Hey, it's clearer now... Hiss... Hiss, so ugly, so ugly, a bunch of little bugs, I can't stand it anymore, let someone else look at it!"
"You really saw it?" Dr. Qian and Dr. Fang raised their hands to volunteer: "Let me take a look, my eyesight is good."
"In order of age, I, Old Qian, will go first." Dr. Qian asserted his seniority, leaving Dr. Fang with no choice but to step back.
Soon, Dr. Qian regretted it: "Ugh..."
He looked away from the mouth of the tube, paused for a moment, and then continued looking: "After a while, you get used to it. We've made grain worms before, so these are just a bit uglier than grain worms."
Dr. Fang and the medics and dead soldiers present: Uglier than a grain worm, how disgusting!
"Hmm...like tiny worms, they wriggle, some are long and some are short, like earthworms with two heads, some are pointed and some are rounder," Dr. Qian described the appearance of the fungus he saw.
Dr. Fang frowned deeply as he listened: "Are they the same kind of bacteria? Or are they different species? A human can't look exactly like a tiger, so they shouldn't be the same kind of bacteria, right?"
“Hey, young Fang might have hit the nail on the head.” Old Xun recalled for a while and said, “The master said that the reason why the mold clearing solution failed repeatedly was because of blind culture. Blind culture means that the correct strain cannot be selected and cultured in a single way.”
These words left the doctors present even more bewildered.
"Even though we can see the mushroom spawn now, it's still no different from blind cultivation. We don't know what kind of mushrooms they are, what their uses are, or what the results will be if we use them."
Oh, my head is huge, really huge, I'm almost bald.
Old Xun laughed and said, "What's there to be afraid of? We're bound to die from the plague anyway. So let's separate the different-looking bacteria, mark them, raise them, and once they're fully grown, we can use them on the infected soldiers and see which one works."
Old Xun was very excited, his face flushed, and he said, "Children, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and you and I are fortunate to be the ones who take that first step."
"On this land, there are countless people who have taken the first step. Our predecessors have already set an example for us. We can simply apply their experience to do this."
"Old Xun is right. It's just a matter of spending some time separating the bacteria and culturing them again. We can do it!" Dr. Fang was very enthusiastic and felt that this was something that could be done and had to be done.
The soldier who had died was more familiar with the situation in the intensive care unit. He choked up and said, "I hope God will give us time and not let us die too soon."
“Hey, you’re being pessimistic, kid.” Old Xun waved his hand and said optimistically, “If we keep good records, even if they die of illness, there will be a second batch of Wei people to take over. As long as the Wei people are not all dead, this matter can continue.”
"Just like the medics who perform aspiration and drainage, they take turns doing it." The dead soldier chimed in, which lessened the pessimism considerably.
Still not quite understanding, he asked, "Dr. Xun, why puncture the abscess and drain the pus and blood? Wouldn't it be better to just cut off the entire festering mass?"
Old Xun had told the military doctors this, so Dr. Fang explained to the dead soldier: "Removing the lump would cause a major injury, allowing the plague bacteria to quickly enter the bloodstream, worsening the condition and hastening death. But a puncture only punctures the abscess, squeezing out the pus and blood. The wound is only the size of a pinprick and won't accelerate the entry of the plague bacteria into the bloodstream from the wound..."
After Dr. Fang explained, the dead soldier was overwhelmed and cursed, "This rat plague bacterium is just as difficult to deal with as its master, the enemy army. We have to be careful, otherwise we'll just be helping it to harm people faster."
What angered the dying soldiers even more was that, whether it was removing lumps or puncturing abscesses to drain pus and blood, the medics who performed these tasks could not escape the fate of dying from infection.
They were risking certain death to try and find a way to deal with the plague bacteria, not seeking to eradicate the plague, but only to leave a record for the other prefectures of the Great Wei that had not yet been infected.
The dead soldier saluted the doctors, saying, "Thank you for your valor and hard work, medics." "No, no, you've worked even harder than we have..."
"Stop talking nonsense, everyone get to work. Record what the mushroom larvae look like, separate them, put them in bottles, and start raising them..." Old Man Xun gave a series of instructions, then ordered, "Bring me the pus and blood. I want to see what those plague mushroom larvae look like."
Everyone looked at him with a blank expression: "Are you crazy?"
The old man hurriedly laughed and said, "Hahaha, I was just kidding. There's only one long-tube triple scope in the ward. How could I let those plague bacteria wreak havoc on it?"
He was curious about what the plague bacteria looked like, but first he needed to examine the mold and identify the useful ones so he could use them to make an antidote.
But the old man instructed the accompanying medic to write it down: "Write it down. When the antidote is made, future generations must use this mirror to see what the plague bacteria looks like. Records of both poison and antidote are beneficial to the medical profession."
"Yes." One of the three medics who was with him quickly jotted down the words.
"Ouch, he's been crushed to death!"
"Go easy on me, Lao Qian, are you sure you can handle this? If not, get a younger, more efficient medic!" Dr. Da Fang was frantic.
Old Man Xun was even more anxious than him, saying, "What use are you using? Find a cotton swab, and like applying gold leaf, gently and slowly dip it into the bacterial solution, collecting the same strain of bacteria into the bottle!"
Half an hour later...
"No, Elder Xun, the cotton swab is still too big. Under the lens, there are several different-looking bacteria on the same cotton swab."
"Could you please not use '条'? It makes me think of grain worms, it makes me nauseous," suggested the military doctor.
"What era are we in, Xiao Fang, still bothering with this? If you're disgusted, just keep it to yourself. A grain worm is disgusting? Isn't a grain worm more refined than a boil?"
Haha, Old Xun is having a great time watching this. Hmm, not bad, not bad. Everyone can still work happily, instead of working in despair.
"Elder Xun, this is the latest update on the infection situation..."
"The enemy has sent us another marriage proposal gift, but this time they're being unreasonable. They want us to give them a reply agreeing to the marriage proposal, otherwise they'll take the gift back and continue to send poisonous germs into our area."
After listening, the old man asked, "After the enemy burned nearly 30,000 enemy soldiers to death, were there any enemy soldiers who contracted the disease?"
They could only be referred to as enemy troops; the old man felt they were unworthy of the word "human."
The dead soldier who came to deliver the message said, "Those beasts are lucky. After they were burned clean, no new infected people have appeared."
"Ha," the old man sneered, "As long as the enemy doesn't have the antidote, the possibility of infection is inevitable. The enemy's hometown has probably already experienced several plague outbreaks, but they all died from the fires."
The old man was right.
The uninhabited slaves living in the uninhabited and frigid areas of the Eastern Desert, and even the clans of the Eastern Desert Empress and the Grand Consort, all paid the price for this plague.
"Therefore, those who believe the enemy's lies about peace talks being possible without any negotiations are treasonous!"
The enemy has paid such a high price to fight against Wei. If they cannot annex Wei, they will only perish together with Wei.