Chapter 148 Start remembering his name today, Grant Rupert

Although there were no microscopes in this era, there were things like internal vision and mental scanning. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

So......

The lump of blood connected to the wound on the rookie wandering knight's right thumb first became visible to the naked eye, then slowly turned green, and finally stabilized in grass green.

Then the rookie wandering knight carried the lump, which obviously broke through the surface tension of the liquid but still gathered into a ball, and walked to the right hand of the spitting hostess.

Shout!

The liquid violated a contraction of hydrodynamics and burrowed into the vein in the right hand of the spitting hostess.

More than ten seconds later.

Shout!

The grass-green liquid was taken back again.

Then the rookie wandering knight carried the liquid, and then went to torture the little girl to "drill the vein".

And so on, one patient after another "drills".

It's just that when "drilling" to the mutual control of siblings, the fluctuation of the origin of perception has weakened significantly.

After "drilling" four patients, the source of perception ended.

Syllable!

The liquid, under normal fluid mechanics, falls to the ground.

It seems that the rookie wandering knight's belief in the origin is to save the waitress and the little girl.

Because his treatment mode of generating antibodies, intravenous injection, and retraction is the most harmless treatment mode for patients.

One, we talked about "drinking" before...... He figured out the intravenous injection himself.

Second, he recovered the injected liquid...... It is estimated that he is worried that although the blood will not be rejected, the human cells may not be unresponsive.

Third, the way he controls the antibodies to kill the pathogenic agent is not to kill all of them, but to leave a small part for the patient to form an immune response and produce his own antibodies...... It is equivalent to a vaccine (of course, the real vaccine is not like this, it is to inject an inactivated but immune response virus into the human body to make people produce memory antibodies).

That way, that's a little embarrassing for me!

Before, I thought that only I could solve the rookie wandering knight's disability and his plague.

Then, for the first time, he realized his personal origin and solved it himself!

After that, I thought that only I could solve the plague of complaining about the hostesses.

He realized the origin of the second person, and solved it!

It makes me feel a little bit of a pain in the ass.

But the egg hurts and the egg hurts, and the rookie wandering knight rescues the feeling in order to save others...... It's still quite interesting!

I analyzed it comprehensively.

There is still a certain reason for his state of mind to be cultivated.

People who can still maintain kindness in the dark Middle Ages have at least a certain amount of persistence, faith, and the like...... Of course, it can also be said that you are either crazy or stupid.

Since his positive state of mind (for the sake of saving people) is high enough to perceive the origin twice in a row in a short period of time, it is worth facing up to me.

I looked at him squarely, not because his strength had improved or anything...... Even his strength when he perceived the origin state seemed to me to be a drizzle.

It's that he has realized the origin in the state of a good person, which means that he is very likely to be a good person for a long time...... A good person for a long time, worthy of my attention.

Since you want to face it, let's start with the name.

What's the name of the rookie wandering knight?

Well, it's Grant Rupert!

I'll call him by his name from now on...... Anyway, he's not a rookie now!

Now that I've decided that I want to memorize people's names, I'll drop the others along the way.

What's the name of the hostess?mm~, yes, Candace Campbell.

The man in the hood of the mask is called. Iki ...... This is short, easy to remember!

Ah, Susanna...... Eh, it seems that she has a godbrother and sister relationship with Cai, cough, and Grant Rupert, then she should be called, Suzanne Rupert.

And mutual control of siblings or something...... Oh, those two guys don't know each other, so they don't come by the way.

After Grant inoculated the four patients with artificial antibodies produced in his flesh factory, their condition was significantly relieved.

By the afternoon of the sixth day, the four guys were peeing one by one...... Symptoms of healing from the plague.

Then everybody was happy.

Happy, all groggy went to sleep...... kept being poured and pulled and kept being poured and cleaned up, and everyone didn't sleep well.

Early morning on the seventh day.

The sun shines through the morning mist, giving off a dazzling glow...... Although the sunlight reflects seven colors of light, as long as it is sunlight, staring is always dazzling.

Food, cough, Grant strolling in the clearing...... I haven't moved for months, and now I can't help it.

The others were still asleep...... Catch up on sleep, normal.

"Good morning, Oliver!" Grant said, waving his hand...... He didn't say hello when I came here in the past (he was concentrating on his swordsmanship), probably because he couldn't exercise vigorously yet.

I paused, thought about it again, and casually replied, "Grant, it's early!"

Then he stared at us.

After looking at it for a while, he said, "Oliver, you seem to be calling me by name for the first time?"

"Uh, is it that obvious?" I replied, looking at myself.

Grant immediately gave me a look of embarrassment.

Well, now I get it.

If I didn't answer that, he thought I might have done it unintentionally.

But now, he clearly knew, I did it on purpose...... I had deliberately ignored his name all the time.

The morning of the seventh day was a little awkward.

Of course, I was only embarrassed for a while and I was fine.

But Grant was embarrassed longer than I was...... I guess he's embarrassed, so embarrassing to me, he's a little embarrassed.

At noon, everyone got up one after another.

They then "expressed their deep condolences" for Grant's situation yesterday.

Of course, Grant himself was at a loss for what he had done yesterday...... The commonly known can only be understood, not spoken.

Therefore, he can only try to describe his feelings to answer.

Then they chattered all afternoon, and all kinds of experiments were conducted...... Oh, by the way, there are also interspersed with mutual control sisters and brothers, and under the interspersed guidance of Suzanne (the hard-pressed little girl), they slowly integrate into the collective event.

After an afternoon of research, everyone found that although Grant can't do what he did yesterday now, which makes the liquid twist in violation of fluid mechanics, it is still possible to let the meat factory generate targeted antibodies.

Of course, their attention is not on whether they can produce antibodies, whether they can make liquids twist around, or whatever.

Their main concern is whether Grant's tendons in his hands and feet are reconnected, whether they can return to normal, and so on.

When they got the good news, they immediately decided to have a belated celebration tonight...... I overslept yesterday.

Seventh day, evening.

We changed to a clean room and prepared all kinds of wine and meat.

The eating celebration began.

As I did in the past, I watched and watched, not touching any of the food they had prepared.

Looking at the good atmosphere, when I want to eat and drink, I just take out the food in the carry-on space from my windbreaker.

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