Garrett never considered how much he could earn from nitrogen fertilizer and streptomycin.
Nitrogen fertilizer, or nitrogen-phosphorus-potassium compound fertilizer, is the foundation of agricultural productivity. And increasing agricultural productivity is the starting point for everything.
When there is sufficient surplus grain in this world, more labor can be freed up to participate in industrial production.
As the process of industrialization progresses, the strength of the council and the kingdom can leap forward, firmly suppressing the countries across the strait, and Garrettās days will be betterā
Even, even if it is just to let more poor people fill their stomachs, it doesnāt matter if he earns a little less on the nitrogen fertilizer project.
As for streptomycin, ha, streptomycin!
A drug that has just started Phase III clinical trials, thinking about making money? Even if it is mass-produced, it will be after the results of Phase III trials come out!
So, when the mage sent by the medical branch came to talk about the price with him, a thick stack of papers was slapped in front of him.
Produced by the Tower Spirit, all printed on A4 paper, with clear handwriting and neat layout.
"What is this?"
The mage sent by the medical branch was a Level 9 mage under Archmage Morton, Dylan Kruger.
At this moment, he looked down at the proposal in front of him, then turned his head to lookāthis document was almost a finger thickāhis eyes were about to pop out:
"Is this the contract you prepared?"
Are you a devil? Apart from devils, I havenāt heard of any race that would write a contract this thick!
Garrett chuckled. He pointed to the cover, where the title on the sheepskin parchment lit up:
"Streptomycin Phase III Clinical Trial Plan Ā· Dwarf Version"
"...So what exactly is this?!"
As a Level 9 mage, Dylan Kruger was rare in that he accepted students not based on talent but on character.
His many disciples and grandchildren, although most of them were not very high-level, could form a medical team with just him alone.
However, his status was slightly lower than that of Garrett, a five-ring arcane master. As long as he wasnāt out of his mind, he wouldnāt be rude to Garrett.
But seeing this thick booklet, Dylan Kruger barely restrained himself from swearing, despite his efforts to maintain politeness.
"Well, the drugs sent to the Dwarf Kingdom, this batch, I wonāt charge any money for it." Garrett said with a grin:
"The Magic Council only needs to cover the production costs of the drugs, whether itās materials or the fees for the Nature Priests. However, the effects of these drugs on the dwarves must be recorded for me."
Dylan Kruger inhaled and exhaled repeatedly.
The medical branch sent him mainly for two reasons. First, because Archmage Mortonās faction had a relatively close relationship with Garrett;
Second, because he had many people under him, Garrett needed a medical mage who valued quantity over level.
In short, convenient for work.
Whether he led the team himself or sent his disciples, the decision had to be made by him. Garrettās cooperation plan also had to be evaluated by him personally before arranging manpower. š§š¶NĪæāæĘį¹”
But the problem is, your requirements are too detailed!
"Come, take a look, take a look." Garrett urged him with a smile:
"If you have any questions, you can ask me now. If you go to the Black Gate Peninsula and send messages across the sea, it will be troublesome."
Mage Kruger took a deep breath, opened the booklet... or rather, the brick book.
The first page was the title, principal investigator, Garrett Nordmark, with a blank space beside it. Sponsor, Oak Grove Clinic, also with a blank space beside it.
It looked like it was for the medical branch to fill in however they wanted.
Hmm, not bad. This cooperation method seemed very sincere.
Turning another page, a long table of contents immediately came into view:
1. Plan Summary
1.1 Overview
1.2 Research Flowchart
1.3 Research Schedule
2. Introduction
3. Research Objectives and Endpoints
4. Research Design
4.1 Overall Design...
His eyes swept vertically from the top line to the bottom line. The table of contents extended from 1.1 to 8.3.1. Turning another page, it extended from 8.3.2 to 11.
Two full pages.
Just the table of contents took up two full pages.
Mage Kruger trembled. The dignity of a Level 9 mage made him swallow the words "Are you trying to kill me?" with effort.
Endure, endure, this is just the table of contents, see the back, if you really donāt understand, then say...
He kept his head down and continued reading. Turning another page, the summary section listed more than a dozen items:
Title, Research Overview, Objectives, Endpoints, Study Population, Phases, Description of Interventions, Study Duration, Visit Duration...
"What! Patients need to be grouped? By gender, age, occupation, occupational level, general health status, and geographical location? Why is it so troublesome?"
"Of course they need to be grouped..." Garrett spread his hands innocently. What he took out was the NIH-FDA clinical trial plan template, shared by a classmate in his previous life, with 30 one-minute WeChat voice messagesā
That classmate joined a pharmaceutical company and was tasked with drafting a clinical trial application according to this template. When sharing, he had already been fighting this thing for half a month, and half of his remaining sparse hair had fallen out.
The classmates in the group all praised him. One classmate in the medical aesthetics direction jumped especially high, saying that after he finished the project, he could come for a hair transplant, and heād get a 20% discount as a classmate~~~
In his previous life, Garrett had spent ten minutes quantum reading this 58-page document, deeply mourning for his classmateās hair. Unexpectedly, after crossing into another world, it was he who needed to write the plan according to this document...
I wonder if the healing spell has any effect on hair follicles?
Maybe not, otherwise, the proportion of Mediterranean and bald people among mages wouldnāt be so high.
Of course, clinical trials must still be done, and even more so among the dwarves. Itās rare to have a large humanoid group to conduct clinical drug trials, and it canāt be missed!
"Without grouping, how can we know the effects of the drug on different genders and ages? What if it canāt be used by those too young?"
For example, in his previous life, fluoroquinolone antibiotics affected bone development and were prohibited for patients under 18; for example, many drugs were labeled "not for pregnant women"...
Garrett reasonably suspected they just didnāt conduct clinical trials on pregnant women. However, doing Phase III clinical trials on pregnant women, to be fair, was indeed difficult to pass ethical review...
"What if high-level professionals have too strong resistance to the drug, and it is automatically expelled from their bodies, making it ineffective?"
"What if the drugās effects differ between warriors and spellcasters? The same dose might be sufficient for spellcasters but not for warriors?"
Garrett squinted his eyes, trying to show the most friendly smile:
"This drug, developed by Anita Winvey, has already undergone two-phase clinical trials in the infectious disease hospital. But you know, in the infectious disease hospital..."
They are all poor people, all civilians, and non-professionals. Whether it can be used on professionals needs additional testing.
"Please, please! These data are really important!" He clasped his hands together and bowed to Mage Kruger:
"Your experience in conducting experiments is definitely richer than mine, and you know that experiments not done according to standard methods produce unusable data! Please, make sure that the people you send follow this standard format!"
Mage Krugerās head was spinning. He silently flipped through the document from beginning to end, then read it carefully again. He couldnāt deny that many parts were written in great detail, which he hadnāt thought of:
"Random selection of subjects? Double-blind trial? Placebo control? These... can I take a copy back?"
Garrett made a "please" gesture:
"Of course, you can! You can copy this trial plan and use it in other experiments too. Butāmy trial must be done according to my requirements~!"
Got it. So this is the price. Using a trial plan to exchange for the manpower of the medical branch, for oneāor severalāmages to cross the sea and conduct experiments among the dwarves.
I must say, this reward is really tempting. Any big shot with independent research capability would want a copy.
On the contrary, the low-level mages who do the work, the ones who need to communicate with the dwarves and will only be eligible to lead experiments after decades, will find these detailed requirements annoying.
"I understand..." Mage Kruger sighed deeply, covering his forehead:
"Iāll take this plan back and report to my teacher. Maybe Iāll have to lead the team myself..."
I wonder if the teacher will release people. If so, all the mages who usually contact him and seek treatment need to be notified and arranged.
Those who need referral should be referred, those needing medical advice should be given medical advice, and those needing long-term care should have their cases explained to the successor. Ah, thereās so much to do...
"Then I leave it to you!" Garrett responded crisply. He quickly took out a wide flat box:
"This is the letter I wrote to the Dwarf Kingāyou know, I participated in their king selection ceremony. Below is a letter from the Elder of the Mithril District, along with their
treatment and inspection reports. With these, it will be easier to persuade the dwarves~~~"
Mage Kruger barely smiled and thanked him, taking the box. Although he was very grateful that you thought of these in advance and added convenience to my work, but...
This kind of natural passing the buck really makes people feel... uh...
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