A Hospital in Another World?-Chapter 859: Ten Pounds of Lean Meat, Cut into Small Pieces, No Fat

Garrett regrouped and prepared to re-enter the world of martial arts. This time, he started from the principles of bones, hypothesizing step by step:

As everyone knows, the strength of bones is closely related to the calcium content within them. More calcium means stronger bones; less calcium means weaker bones.

In normal individuals, due to disease, aging, or other special reasons, calcium loss occurs, leading to osteoporosis. Bone strength gradually decreases to the point where it cannot support the body's weight, resulting in compression fractures of the spine and similar issues.

Therefore, if calcium loss can be accelerated, bones can be softened, making it easier for bone pliers to bite through. But what happens after osteoporosis sets in?

Naturally, it involves using growth magic to make the bones regenerate!

Garrett shamelessly thought. But of course, to confirm that this approach is effective, one must first prove one thing:

In this world, the strength of bones is indeed related to their calcium content...

"Bernard, bring me more magic pig bones! Same age, same part, different levels, from level one to five!"

"Boss... hic... let's eat tomorrow!"

"..."

Despite this, the magic pig bones Garrett requested arrived promptly. Shanks, pig feet, ribs, spine... all sorted and placed before Garrett, leaving him speechless.

I’m not running a butcher shop!

Looking at the array before him, he felt like donning an apron, grabbing a butcher’s knife, and shouting:

"Shanks twelve eighty per pound—ribs nineteen eighty per pound—"

Bernard's question interrupted Garrett’s wandering thoughts. Rolling up his sleeves, Bernard eagerly looked at Garrett:

"Boss, how should I cut these? Just tell me! As long as it's not slicing everything into 1mm thin pieces, I can do it!"

"Ten pounds of lean meat, cut into small pieces, no fat on top..."

Garrett almost blurted out. He glanced at the barbarian, but refrained from making such a joke. Bernard was sincere and wouldn’t understand the reference...

Sigh, loneliness.

He waved his hand, dispirited:

"Each pig, each bone type, cut three pieces, um... one square centimeter, two square centimeters, or slightly larger, up to you. But preferably the same size. Also, cut each bone from the same spot, like the same height on the pig's foot..."

Bernard nodded repeatedly. Soon, the sound of chopping filled the room.

Meanwhile, Garrett prepared his experimental equipment. Bone pliers, scales, test tubes, concentrated hydrochloric acid... weighing, dissolving, precipitating, separating, drying, weighing again, calculating, recording...

"So tiring... Mr. Norwood, follow my experimental steps and have the students help me... For each bone, measure thickness, density, hardness, calcium content... I’m going to meditate..."

Being a boss is great.

Being a boss means having people to handle repetitive, low-quality tasks anytime, anywhere, without having to repeat an experiment a hundred and twenty times yourself!

Garrett meditated on time, exercised his mental strength, and had a good night's sleep. The next morning, he received the completed data sheet from Mage Norwood, directly handed it to Moss for scanning, input, and tabulation.

What Garrett got was a comfortable curve chart:

As the level of the magical beasts increased, hardness and bone density gradually rose, and calcium content also gradually increased.

"From the experimental data, it can be concluded that bone strength is closely related to the calcium content in the bones. Therefore, reducing calcium content can effectively decrease bone density and strength..."

So how to reduce it?

Garrett had an idea. Previously, when he returned home and detoxified the cadmium-poisoned residents in the valley, he used a slightly modified version of the [Detoxification Spell]—

Lock the cadmium element with mental power, cast [Detoxification Spell], and cover the target. The magical power sweeps through, and the poison is entirely eliminated, perfect!

Now, Garrett planned to do the same. If mental power can lock cadmium, it can lock calcium. If it can cover the target, it can cover a specific bone. Let’s give it a try—

"[Detoxification Spell]! [Detoxification Spell]! [Detoxification Spell]!"

He selected a bone from a level one magic pig, the scapula, and made a deep cut with a small knife—leaving only a shallow mark. Mohs hardness was estimated at 4.5-5. Then, after casting ten [Detoxification Spells] in succession, he tried again:

The effort required to cut and the depth of the mark were unchanged.

"How can this be? Even with ten consecutive casts, there should be at least one effective!"

Garrett muttered in frustration. Fortunately, [Detoxification Spell] consumed minimal energy at his current level, so he gritted his teeth and cast it a hundred times in one go. Then he tested the hardness and bone density again...

No change.

Uh...

Not even a guarantee after a hundred consecutive casts, that’s too unlucky!

Garrett stomped his foot sullenly. But of course, if a hundred casts yield no result, it’s likely not because he’s unlucky. Either the [Detoxification Spell] was too weak in extracting calcium;

Or the direction of effort was wrong...

So how strong is the [Detoxification Spell] in extracting substances? He recalled that in the valley, each villager only needed one cast to remove cadmium poisoning; but when detoxifying Mage Norwood of mercury, two casts only removed half...

Garrett pondered for a moment and found a rabbit, injecting it with 1 gram of mercury subcutaneously. He was confident this would not be lethal:

The quickest mercury poisoning occurs via inhalation of vapor, followed by ingestion or application of mercury-containing products. Clinically, cases exist where intravenous injection of dozens of grams of mercury, or ingestion of over 500 grams of mercury, still resulted in survival.

As long as detoxification is timely. Garrett cast [Detoxification Spell] on the rabbit, controlling the mercury to be excreted and collected in a test tube.

One cast.

Traces of mercury vapor escaped, condensing under the spell's control into the test tube.

Two casts.

The mercury in the test tube was visible, rolling around.

The ninth, tenth cast... there! The pointer on the scale returned to the center!

So, one cast of [Detoxification Spell] extracts about 0.1 grams of mercury? Then, how many milliliters of calcium can a hundred casts extract?

Garrett calculated and calculated. In the end, he sighed deeply:

No matter what, if a hundred casts of [Detoxification Spell] were fully effective, this magic pig scapula should be quite brittle by now. The fact that it remains unchanged in density and hardness must mean the spell didn't work.

So what’s the reason?

It can’t be that the [Detoxification Spell] didn’t identify the toxin and thus didn’t activate, right?