Chapter 1065: Moving Ward
The Vice Dean immediately became vigilant. He knew he had secretly learned the other’s medical knowledge. Now, when the other party wanted to observe and learn, he instinctively felt that they might be looking for trouble.
However, Masleyton had recently gained great prestige with this new drug, and he had openly admitted that he had drawn inspiration from the other party. Therefore, he found it difficult to refuse this request.
Especially when the other party stated they were also a doctor from the Central Hospital, it was a reasonable request that he couldn’t refuse for her to visit the Central Hospital’s camp. She could even walk in without his permission.
“Of course, I don’t mind. Doctor Parul, please come in. If there’s anything lacking, please don’t hesitate to point it out,” Masleyton said, steeling himself.
Seeing his fluctuating expression, I naturally knew what he was thinking. He had come to provoke me, yet he lacked confidence when I proposed an inspection?
Although I didn’t intend to find fault with him, I genuinely wanted to examine the quality of his penicillin.
The use of penicillin is actually a very dangerous process. A slight mistake can easily lead to death.
Since the antibiotics of this world originated from me, I have an obligation to inform them about the safety precautions. Otherwise, if there were victims, I would also be responsible. I wasn’t trying to provoke him, just inform them of the precautions.
Masleyton and several doctors led me toward the center of the camp. Along the way, several doctors came to greet me. I learned that my previous treatment of syphilis had spread throughout the Central Hospital and had been exaggerated to a miraculous degree.
Coupled with the fact that I had just heard that the universal cure was developed by referencing my treatment methods, they held an even greater admiration for me. Several doctors chatted with me about medical skills, with words of praise.
I could see that the Vice Dean walking in front of me had a stiff gait. He was probably unable to stand seeing other doctors showing me respect. This person truly is, despite his high medical skills, petty and scheming. It’s a waste of all his talent.’
However, I didn’t need to pay attention to him. Instead, I enthusiastically discussed medical skills with the other doctors. Even on this short walk, I could answer fluently, making them wholeheartedly convinced. I also gained some knowledge.
Soon, we arrived at the area managed by the Central Hospital. I could quickly sense a familiar aura among the towering medicine chests around us. It was penicillin, as it still carried the scent of Penicillium, making my senses very clear.
Masleyton took the lead and walked directly into the largest tent in the middle. This tent even had a magical aura, indicating it was a low-level magic apparatus.
When I lifted the tent flap, the scene before me opened up dramatically. Dozens of beds were arranged in order, with an IV stand, oxygen tank, heart rate monitor, medical table, and other professional equipment placed in front of each bed. It was no different from a professional ward.
Furthermore, the interior space of this tent was incredibly vast, over a hundred meters long and more than twenty meters wide, with ample space inside. Nurses pushing cart could move around without fear of bumping into anyone.
Although the exterior of this tent was luxurious, it definitely wouldn’t be this large. This was already a large hall, and the ground was actually tiled, not made of fabric or earth.
The only explanation was that the interior space of this tent had been expanded. This was the function of this magic apparatus tent – it contained an independent space much larger than its exterior.
“Haha, Doctor Parul, you haven’t seen it before, have you? This is our Central Hospital’s mobile ward. It’s a precious magic apparatus, specially customized by our hospital,” a doctor said proudly, seeing my surprised expression and wanting to show off.
“That’s right. It took a lot of effort for us to design so much medical equipment into it. This way, no matter where we go, as soon as it’s deployed, it becomes a large ward with complete medical equipment and medicines, ready for first aid directly,” another doctor said proudly.
It was evident that having such a mobile ward magic apparatus was a source of pride for the doctors of the Central Hospital.
Even I was deeply impressed. At first, I thought it was just a large, movable space, but after hearing them, I realized that all these medical devices were integrated with the tent from the initial design?
Indeed, many of the equipment here were very heavy, making frequent movement inconvenient. Some equipment was also very delicate and not suitable for constant movement, as it could easily be damaged.
It was clear that many pieces of equipment were fixed to the tent, such as the surgical lights above each hospital bed, the operating tables that were separated in the middle, and even water pipes for water supply. I didn’t know where the water came from.
“So, this tent can carry so much medical equipment and be moved directly without feeling the weight? And can patients stay inside?” As a witch, I quickly thought of several key questions regarding magic apparatuses.
“Of course, as long as the tent is rolled up, it can be taken away. The equipment inside won’t produce any weight. It feels like rolled-up cloth in hand, but patients cannot be kept inside. No living beings can be left in there,” a doctor replied.
“We’ve also done experiments before. We put white mice in mouse cages, glass bottles, and plastic containers, then closed the tent. When we opened it, the white mice had mysteriously disappeared, but the containers they were in were undamaged, with no traces of being opened or destroyed,” another doctor said.
As a witch, I was aware of many basic principles in the magical world. Most storage or expansion space magic apparatuses prohibited living beings from entering. When space folded, living beings would be directly thrown into another dimension. As for whether they would survive or die, there was basically no possibility of them being alive.
Magic apparatuses that could carry living people were not non-existent, but they were extremely difficult to make. They required special designs to protect living beings, and the difficulty of creation was on a completely different level compared to simple storage magic apparatuses. Their prices and rarity were also completely different.
Even so, this mobile ward tent could be considered a very precious magic apparatus. After all, being able to carry a professional ward with you and deploy it anytime for rescue was particularly useful when marching in the wilderness or providing medical care in remote rural areas.
“Alright, stop talking about the tent. Come and look at these wounded and the treatment methods,” the Vice Dean redirected our conversation.
I had already noticed that although there were many hospital beds here, they were all occupied by wounded soldiers. They were receiving medical treatment from doctors, some were disinfecting wounds, some were bandaging them, and some were performing surgery.
I also saw someone using penicillin to treat a wounded soldier for infection. What raised my blood pressure was that he had directly injected it without a skin test.
