Chapter 357 - Chapter 357 Chapter 356 Richard you look so delicious
Chapter 357 of "Exploring Technology in a Wizard World" opens with dynamic events: The Sun rose in the east, casting its rays across the land.With a âsqueak,â the... Read on for more!
The Sun rose in the east, casting its rays across the land.With a âsqueak,â the door of the main laboratory opened, and Richard walked out.
Having been bored in the courtyard all night, Pandora immediately looked toward Richard and then froze.
At that moment, Richard was wearing a mask and didnât look great. Though the pneumonia was contained and the symptoms alleviated through Bacitracin and various other treatments, he hadnât fully recovered and still needed prolonged care. Additionally, the effects of pneumonia, compounded by a sleepless night, left Richard very tired, his eyes bloodshot and somewhat frightening.
However, that wasnât the most important part.
The most important part was that Richard had changed his skin color overnight.
Yes, he changed skin color.
Previously, Richardâs skin was pale white, but now it was bright red, mixed with a shiny orange, resembling a carefully cooked blanched shrimp.
This was precisely a side effect of using Bacitracinâstaining.
The azo bond in Bacitracin, a coloring group, can turn human skin orange-red. Fortunately, the reducing property of the azo bond is strong, and it would be attacked by a series of oxidases in the body, so the staining wouldnât last a lifetime but wouldnât fade shortly either.
Pandora didnât know what Bacitracin was or what a coloring group meant. Standing in place, she stared at Richard, almost not daring to recognize him.
Not until Richard spoke out, âDidnât I scare you? Itâs just some effects of the medication. It will slowly return to normal, donât be afraid, come here.â
âUhâŠâ Pandora finally snapped back to reality, recognized that the person in front of her was indeed Richard, and stepped up to his side.
Richard reached out and rubbed Pandoraâs hair while she stared wide-eyed at Richardâs arm, feeling an urge to eat.
âRichard.â
âHmm?â
âCan I bite you?â
âHmm? Why?â
âYou look really tasty right now.â
âCan I?â
âOf course⊠not!â Richard sternly refused. He was contemplating how to quickly rid himself of the orange-red color, yet here was a dragon wanting to taste him, really the worst timing. Despite feeling weak and powerless due to the pneumonia, he still increased the strength in his hand and patted Pandoraâs head.
âOuch!â
Pandora exclaimed, her face showing dissatisfaction, pouting, âIf you donât let me bite, then donât be so stingyâŠâ
Suddenly thinking of something, Pandora took out something from her bosom and handed it to Richard, a gift that she had carefully crafted over the night.
âThis is my gift to you,â Pandora said. âLooks nice, right?â
Richard held Pandoraâs so-called gift high to take a closer look, only to see it was an irregular, elongated stone. It looked like it had been battered a thousand, ten thousand times, its surface pockmarked and hideousâto the point that he stared for a long time and still couldnât figure out what it was.
âStone dagger?â Richard guessed.
âYou!â
âMud?â
âYou!â Pandora shouted loudly, âI carved a stone of you!â
Silence, prolonged silence.
After a long while, Richard slowly put the stone into his Space Iron Ring and nodded, saying, âHmm, not bad, not bad at all, it looks quite likeâŠyeah, very alikeâŠâ
Pandora tilted her head, looking at Richard with disbelief.
In the blink of an eye, many days had passed.
Under various treatments, Richardâs pneumonia had gotten much better, but there were still two lingering issues caused by the pneumonia.
One was the orange-red skin caused by taking Bacitracin, which, even though it had faded quite a bit, still made Richard look like a blanched shrimp. Pandoraâs gaze, which seemed like she wanted to take a bite, had been getting increasingly intense and unabashed.
The other issue was fatigue, caused by the bodyâs overexertion in fighting off the pneumonia, leading to weakness, which required a long period of convalescence to recover. However, Richard didnât have that much time to waste and had to keep pushing himself to keep working.
That day, during the daytime, Richard was busy in the laboratory, handling a bunch of culture dishes.
In the corner, Pandora was manually cranking a handle on a strange machine. As she cranked, the machine made âcreekingâ noises from friction, followed by faint âcracklingâ sounds of electricity. On one side of the machine, two wires were connected to a heavy grey box. After cranking for a while, Pandora would replace it with a new grey box and continue cranking, having already changed several boxes.
This was a new task Richard had recently assigned to Pandora, an improvement over washing glass test tubes, as she didnât have to worry about breaking them due to her strength. However, continuously cranking the handle was boring for Pandora, nowhere near as fun as washing test tubes. She had seriously expressed to Richard that she still wanted to wash test tubes, or wash something else.
Richard explained that she had already broken several batches of test tubes, and until a new batch arrived, she had to stick with this task.
Pandora was unhappy, and as she watched Richard busily working, she couldnât help but pout. Humph, there were still so many test tubes, yet he wouldnât let her wash them, how stingy! They looked so tasty, yet he wouldnât even let her gently bite one, utterly stingy!
Thinking this, Pandora put more strength into her hands and started cranking the handle like crazy.
âCreekingâŠâ
âCracklingâŠâ
âBang bang bang!â
Suddenly, a knock on the door sounded from outside, and Pandora perked up her ears, hearing a familiar voice calling out, âMy dearest friendâLord Richard, Iâm here!â
Who else could it be but Alex?
Pandora knew immediately that he was here to deliver test tubes. She stopped cranking, stood up, and shouted toward Richard, âHere they are! Richard, the glass test tubes are here, I want to wash them!â
Richard set aside what he was doing, turned around, and looked at Pandora with irritation, saying, âBehave yourself! Finish your task quota for generating electricity today first. Otherwise, even when the new test tubes arrive, I wonât let you wash them.â
âWhy?!â Pandora yelled.
âWhat do you mean, why?!â Richard retorted, âYouâve been washing them for so long and still havenât improved.â
âHow is that possible!â Pandora protested, âThe last time I washed, I only broke a few.â
âThatâs because, by the end, the only test tubes left were the spares.â Richard explained. âSo, stay here and keep cranking obediently while I go and take care of the delivery.â
As Richard walked out, Pandora stuck her tongue out at his back in dissatisfaction.
Humph, stingy, just stingy, if he doesnât want her to wash the test tubes, why doesnât he just say so? What does it have to do with how many she breaks? Besides, if someone else did it, they might not even do it as well as her.
Yes, it must be that way.