Jui-san no Oshigoto in Isekai

There are many servants in Doni's castle.

Gardeners who manage large gardens include maids of care, butlers, cocks, horse numbers, etc. The rest also came and went frequently with your carpenter, merchant, etc.

When it comes to those who live here, basically only Doni and his wife. Rarely did one of Doni's sons return home, but otherwise, he just entertains visitors. These include, for example, missions in neighbouring countries, other heads of guilds, and use from other territories.

When it comes to recent visitors, it hits the bottom of the case and one Hadrian cleric.

The deacon and the maid chief all aligned themselves before the servant and told them to be as respectful as the Lord.

Naturally, crude phases are not allowed. "What can I do for you," he said like a cliche, and it was the servants' manual to back off.

"Thank you. I'll say something."

As these words say, the wind gaze speaks quite casually.

The servants were bewildered by the fact that that point was very different from Doni and others who only tried to exchange words with the minimum necessary.

Anyway, he even said when the maid was talking to her coworkers between jobs, "Okay, what are you doing?" and come into the circle.

But for the maid, "Why are you giving up your job?" He was also about to scream at something like being pointed out to the skipping scene.

"Hey, you can have anything. Please forgive me...!

"Heh? You don't have to be so afraid, do you?

In short, the servants had trouble coping, and I thought shady that I didn't want them to speak much because I was freaking out - but I couldn't read that air to the wind.

Rather, I'm trying to concentrate on the conversation because I don't have much chance of dealing with it.

Then he was caught by Chloe and couldn't go outside, so he often asked for a small use of the city.

Speaking of that requirement,

"Uh, I'm sorry so many times. The gardener's grandmother left fresh grass behind. And then the funnel I was asking the city glassmaker for, acupuncture at the other tool shop, fishing-needle-like needles, and yarn. Oh, silk threads susceptible to inflammation, so I'm fucked... here we go. And then ask the butcher for the bowel hippo he had ordered and the liquor he had ordered from the liquor store. Then from the traveling merchant, Keshi and the other drugs, too. Then get me some sulphuric acid too from a guild of scholars studying sulphur. And then I want to make a skeleton specimen of goblins, so I want Mr. Cock to have a big, used pan. Will you tell him?

That is.

The maids and gardeners heard were all shutting their mouths.

How many words is this guy talking? and we only know about half of what our language is supposed to be.

………… Um, underneath... "

"Hmm, did I miss something? A lot and I'm sorry."

"No, um... what to slime opponents?

"This keeps an observation diary. You wonder what I'm doing after all?

"Yes, no, that's not..."

Each of the three bamboo cages made in the corner of the castle contained one slime at a time.

But is it more of a cabin than a cage because roof and windscreen are also made for slime that is vulnerable to dryness? Pretty elaborate hands.

Keeping a slime like this that nobody likes or even runs and writes sketches and notes on parchment paper is nothing but freaks.

The servants, who had been taught and trained to apply and treat them with courtesy, could only face this.

It is fortunate that the underneath was just talking on his back. If I showed this face to my guests, I wouldn't be in a cage.

Even so, the figure imagined in the legend is becoming more and more smashed.

Be brave and brave on the battlefield?

Helping people with strange knowledge?

How can you even follow a dragon?

It didn't.

I've come to know that he basically seems to be a stance to be slight. There are other verses that treat everyone like friends.

I thought I was studying languages here lately for later, but other than that, it's just acting weird like this.

There is no way to expect a legend from this.

In the servant's whisper, there was less positive speculation just going up in the story wondering if that guy would really help.

And the oddity continues even today.

He was stuck in a cabin at the edge of the castle from early in the morning. That's where I was starting to get weird.

Incidentally, the cabin is where servants used it as a storage and skipping place, but since the other day, it has become a breeding ground for dobrats and hatsukami that have been captured in large quantities from somewhere.

So servants can be more smoky than usual.

"Singo, what the hell is this writing?

Liz called out that the wind gaze was glistening with multiple test tubes.

"The goal is to write morphine sulfate hydrate or morphine hydrochloride hydrate. It's a table of how many grams of the original keshi can be used to extract purer morphine if you make any changes."

"I see. I don't know."

"Yeah, that's what I'd say if someone told me too."

Liz was picking up parchment, but it says it's Japanese and alphanumeric, so she didn't know what it meant at all.

When I lost interest immediately, I sat on my chair and my upper body was all over my back.

She was on guard, when she first went out, what, for a walk? Is this a walk? and he lived like a dog waving his tail, but this is what it looks like when he walks into the cabin.

Wow, that sounds like a nagging dog. It seems so boring that you can sleep now if you leave it alone.

I miss that sparkling face.

"Ha, I know the goal for once, but I have no idea what's on the way. Morphine has been around since the early days of making anesthesia, and even in the Meiji era, it was made at the laboratory level there, so it shouldn't be as difficult to extract. Liz, what do you think we should do?

"I don't know."

Morphine is an ingredient in opium of drugs that can be made from keshi, and is treasured even in modern times as a very good analgesic.

The war movie said, "Give me a pain meds......!" What an injection to give a soldier is mostly this.

The beginning was due to the fact that some of the drugs in this world that the servants brought in looked just like Keshi.

I wonder if the wind gaze can't extract morphine from it, and it's repeated trial and error.

Regardless, I have not failed to shrug or attempt extraction in the same way to see what effect it would have on other drugs.

"Most people use medicine as it is, don't they? I've never heard you mix or boil anything weird like a singo"

"Even a dozen percent of herbs are not useful, and there are certain ingredients that can be used. There are some ingredients that can constrict blood vessels if it helps to stop the bleeding. If it is painkiller, there are ingredients that interfere with the process of feeling pain. If it is anti-inflammatory, there are ingredients for it. I want to remove as many ingredients as possible without impurities because I don't know how many ingredients I can administer if I use them as they are."

"That's a tough story. I'm not sure."

"Mm-hmm. Let me rephrase that. I want to salt the dish. Its salty ingredients include perspiration, pebble-mixed rock salt, and salt crystals. Now, the same saltiness may be made, but the previous two are going to taste weird, and I don't know the intensity or the amount I can add with matimati. That's not gonna be a problem, is it?

"Then I'll eat just the flavor of the ingredients, I will"

"Don't say you don't have a body or a lid..."

Hospitals have the image of making drugs, but they don't start from scratch.

Like the familiar Tamiflu, for example, giving out medicines that have a name, adding sweet powder to make it easier to take if it's a bitter medicine, or crushing and weighing what was a tablet from the beginning.

I also buy a kit for testing for flu and other tests, and put a runny nose from a patient on the kit to find out. And then there are many tools that even elementary school students can use to tell because if the virus and kit react, the color changes.

Even enzymes, saline, and other medical products are presumably bought and used in ready-made products.

That's why doctors don't know how to make medicine in detail. Or that's enough knowledge to be classified as a trade secret.

"It's a difficult question, really. I'm not a pharmacist or a pharmacist."

The wind gaze exhales loudly.

We can't rely on civilizational instruments here.

There was no one convenient medicine, and there wasn't even a drug to extract it.

So if you want something to be separated and extracted, you have to first isolate and extract it from the chemicals you need. So the wind is falling apart.

Where the hell is the goal?

"Hmm. So, how are you going to make those pills and them?

"Normally, when you say extraction of something, don't let it volatilize, dissolve it in organic solvents or alcohol, change the pressure, change the pH, and then let it change chemically in a way that makes it easier to dissolve in water, such as chloride ○ ○ or sulphuric acid ○ ○, and then dry it. I mean, I can't think of anything more, so I just have to borrow someone's wisdom. Let's ask the scholars over here to just give them tips..."

"There will be limits to what you can do alone, so that's a wise decision."

And while I'm telling you, Liz doesn't show you how to help at all. Seems like you're only saying your job is security.

It is a warewolf far from a loyal dog.

"By the way, how did you collect so many rats? It also smells like medicine, but how much did you ventilate it? Just cut it up and go back to your room."

"You free man. I can only compete with wisdom. I don't either. I'm not going to be able to do anything until I have something ready by now. … Now, the first item of the prototype morphine is complete"

The original keshi was made from four kilograms, and it was about eight hundred grams of liquid that was made.

Morphine is supposed to contain only about 10% of the ingredients, so there is still room for improvement, but for now, the wind sight dilutes to various concentrations.

"You use that for rats?

"I feel sorry for you, but I will. I hate animal experiments, but it's not something I can use for real bumps. Anesthesia, pain and sensation can also be paralyzed, so it is very convenient, but if I inject twice as much as the proper amount, it may already be lethal. So I guess we'll be using dozens of them for experiments."

"Still, it's funny to name a doctor. Kuck. Oh, mass murderers can be called heroes, too, and I wonder if it's the same."

What a sarcasm.

Turn around and there was a face of abuse there. It seems to make enough sense to her to put her drowsiness aside.

Is it hunting instinct to target the steeple? It follows me where it hurts a lot.

Is this how she plays rough with the other person and sees the crowd?

"It's no different what kind of excuse you made. I can't go wrong with what Liz is saying. I'd rather live with people or animals close to me or others than this rat. That's why I get these guys to take my place. Of course, it's something you can't help being resented, and if it comes out turned out, now it might be my turn to be killed. All I can do is try not to suffer, but to do the least."

Often there are words for cruelty to criticism of animal experiments or whatever you can do. This is both right and wrong.

First of all, I'm not doing anything unlimited.

Animal experiments have international norms.

Reduce the number of animals used, improve painful methods, and replace animal experiments with simulation and cell culture.

Animal experiments, such as the criteria for the dosage of medicines, the criteria for blood sampling, the ranking and classification of distress, are determined in detail, and multiple applications are also sent to supervisors when doing so.

Of course, there are dispositions where personnel are fired if that is not properly protected.

There are also rumours of paying off pets to animal experiments, but there are very few of them. There are ethical issues, and there are internal circumstances that if you are an animal that you have as a pet, there is variation in cultivation and it is not data.

You have to try it with something more than using it as a medicine.

Then if you get stuck trying it out, it's an animal, or yourself - again, there's only one way to do it, like experimenting with humans in the Auschwitz camp.

Sounds good when it comes to saving more things, but it's a dilemma. In fact, Japan alone is said to have about 20 million experimental animals a year.

About God will be able to plead guilty if this isn't right, right.

I can't say enough about either.

So at the very least, if we're going to do animal experiments, we're going to stick to the norm and try to eliminate suffering as much as possible.

Liz shut her mouth when she told her back that there was no further excuse for the wind sight either.

She stares quietly at her back as she is, distorting the edge of her mouth. Though it seems satisfying.

"I see. You're looking beyond the soldiers there."

"Well, you'd be killing more than those soldiers there, and you'd be keeping them alive. I think this place is more cynical than people's doctors."

A buzzing dove rat - arrange some of the so-called baskets of rats on the table.

There were other acupuncture, fishing needle sewing needles, threads, spirit-grade liquor, and glass pipettes and candles on the table.

Windmill takes the pipette when the equipment is disinfected with alcohol.

This pipette had no rubber part, but instead made something similar out of leather to replace it.

I would have liked to use it separately with needles of varying thicknesses, but now that I don't have a needle, they decided to substitute it here.

This was made by a glassmaker who also makes funnels. The tip is progressively thinner, with no holes.

He made the thickness adjustment by folding the tip slightly.

The tip is pointy and dangerous, but by searing with candles, it makes it somewhat smooth.

This kind of usage is sometimes used when you want to adjust the thickness of the pipette.

"Well, I know it hurts, but be patient with me."

Hold one of the rats like a cat knob and make him turn his belly.

He drilled a hole in the acupuncture to penetrate the peritoneum, and passed the pipette through which he smoked the prototype.

I lose to the needle but still don't bleed because it's thinner than the pencil I pointed at.

Injections may be intradermal, subcutaneous, intravenous, or intramuscular.

It first seeps into the capillaries from within and under the skin. If it's the peritoneal cavity, it borders the capillaries, so it goes from there to the large blood vessels. A vein allows you to get on the flow and quickly reach the area where the medicine will work.

Therefore, the speed at which the medicine turns varies depending on the place of administration, and if it is administered intradermally, it will work twitching, and if it is administered intravenously, it will only work for ten seconds or so.

"Speaking of which, what kind of medicine is that?

"Morphine is an analgesic. I can make sure this doesn't hurt if I get hurt badly. By the way, I'm talking about a 50% chance of awesome nausea. It works if you inject it directly, and it works if you drink it like a drink"

"Hmm, but I would have made something else. What's that over there?

"You're an ether. A diethyl ether is an anesthesia that can stun people. For example, let the seriously injured person sniff it and quiet it down, sew the wound to stop the bleeding, and later, if it hurts, he can get rid of the pain with morphine. There's alcohol for disinfection, and I think I might be able to do something about it."

The ether itself is not so difficult to make. The ingredients are high purity liquor and sulphuric acid.

They said there was a volcanic zone near here, so the sulphur was well removed. It seems that some sulphuric acid was made because of it.

Then the rest is relatively easy. If you dehydrate by mixing ethanol with concentrated sulphuric acid, as you can see in your high school chemistry textbook, it's diethyl ether.

This is a substitute used until a long time ago as inhalation anesthesia.

"And then I got it at the butcher's, and if I can make a good suture that a creature called Cutgut can absorb, I might even be able to cure it with a stomach cut."

"What yarn would be the same for anything?

"It's not the same. Silk thread can't be absorbed by people, so I have to remove it later. You know, if you sew your gut with a thread like that, you might get a rejection later as a foreign body, and you could be in a lot of trouble, right?

"Don't you think? If they cut your stomach, you'll bleed a lot and we'll all die? I'm getting past the level of treatment."

"Uh... well. Sure, that's normal. It's going to be pretty tough if we don't get a blood transfusion."

I haven't checked my blood yet because I don't have a needle here.

But there will be a big problem there. Anyway, he's a resident of another world. It's not necessarily the blood type of ABO, like people on Earth.

This sub has a variety of appearances, but if all of them had their own blood types, like dogs and cats, it would be almost impossible to transfuse. And if there's no drugs to store blood, there's no refrigerator.

"Hmm. Blood transfusions could be hopeless..."

"Hmm, I don't care"

"... you just asked yourself, is that it"

"I'm not interested. After all, I hope you're not hurt. And you have white clothes. If you rely on that one, it'll heal as quickly as possible."

"Wow, fantasy familiar restorative magic!? You have to die. It's cheesy to heal as much as you want.... No, you can have it, but have you transcended the laws of physics too much?

"Well. But it seems there are limits. If you get hurt badly, you can connect the wounds, but healed people die or something."

"What, that?

When I asked her, she said, "Come on?," he tilted his neck.

Perhaps I don't know the details of what I heard.

would it be a shortcut to ask Chloe, its white clothes, when - and he thinks,

"Right here, windswept!?

"Hmm? Good morning, Chloe. I was just talking about you."

"I'm glad to hear my story, but I don't have a problem getting away with it, and I was worried. Come on, let's come to study. We're almost there."

"Ugh, wait a minute! Still a lot on the way......!

"No, sir."

Chloe is stubborn when this happens.

They are determined to study from morning to evening, so they are not willing to give in. "Oh..." he said, gripping the wind that he was about to give up, he rushed to the castle.

"Gu, gu. Sorry, Liz. Just keep an eye on him for, like, three hours! Because if anything happens to the rat, you just let me know!

"Yes, yes, Rikkai"

With a sigh of goodness, Liz brings plenty to the back of the chair.

"Well, go to sleep"

But it still looks like this.

She was far from a loyal dog.