"I have an invention that can greatly reduce the casualties of soldiers on the battlefield!"

War has been a constant theme in the civilized world over the past four hundred years.

Muskets took lives one after another on the battlefield!

If it can reduce the casualties of soldiers on the battlefield, its value is indeed better than Hannibal's first aid!

After all, the number of people killed by bullets far exceeds the number of people choked to death.

After hearing this, everyone became more curious and asked questions, wanting to see this mysterious invention.

The doctor waved his hand, pushed everyone away, and said disdainfully,

"I have to go to the Patent Office to apply for a patent before I can make my invention public!"

It can be seen that he is a very copyright-conscious person, just like Mr. Wenzhao Luden.

The rude doctor stood up, walked out of St. Peter's Sanatorium, and got into a stagecoach with a map.

Following the map's guidance, he successfully found the address of the Patent Office. Just before the Patent Office got off work, he handed the materials he had carefully prepared to the staff.

The doctor was sitting in the hall waiting, shaking his legs and feeling a little anxious.

He was a little worried that the fools in the patent office would not see the greatness of his invention, and he was also afraid that the people in the patent office were too smart.

Just when the doctor was anxious, a voice sounded in the hall,

"Is the applicant for patent number 1874 here?"

The doctor quickly stood up and came to the small window.

Behind the counter, there was a young patent clerk sitting, who didn't look very smart. His name was written on his nameplate, which was Albert. He was a typical Chinese from China.

As a highlander, the doctor didn't have a good impression of the Chinese people, so he was naturally a bit defensive.

Albert said,

"Dr. Gatling"

The doctor interrupted rudely,

"It's Dr. Gatlin!"

Albert repeated patiently,

"Dr. Gatlin, your patent application has been rejected. You need to reorganize your information and apply again."

"What?!"

Dr. Gatlin was so furious that he slapped the counter excitedly and yelled,

"Can you understand this patent?! You're a hairy boy! Find someone more professional!"

Facing the almost humiliating scolding, Albert did not get angry, but said calmly,

"You made a few miscalculations. There will be problems with the airtightness of this weapon, and there are also problems with the material selection. Don't worry, I'll mark all the mistakes for you and correct them."

With that said, Albert pushed the document out of the counter and sent it to the other party.

"Wrong? How could I have calculated it wrong! I even built one! You brat from the Kingdom of God, what qualifications do you have to change my files!"

The angry Dr. Gatlin took his document and looked down at the changes made by the other party. Those red annotations were particularly dazzling.

After just two glances, Gatlin's expression changed drastically, and he muttered absently,

"Holy Father, I really made a mistake in my calculations."

By the time Dr. Gatlin came to his senses, the Shenbang kid behind the counter had disappeared.

Dr. Gatlin asked blankly,

"Where are the people? That brat from the Kingdom of God, I mean, what is his name, Albata?"

It only took the other party less than ten minutes to see the flaws in this design, and completed most of the numerical calculations to make up for the theoretical performance flaws!

This ability alone is worth thousands of gold!

Dr. Gatlin saw the potential of the other party and put aside regional discrimination. He was willing to apologize to the other party and start further cooperation.

Dr. Gatlin believes that only in the hands of the two of them can this invention exert its greatest value and save more people!

The cleaner passing by was used to this situation and said casually,

"You mean Albert?"

Dr. Gatlin nodded frequently as if grasping at straws, "Yes, that's him, where are the others?!"

The person who was behind the counter just now disappeared without a trace.

The cleaner shrugged and told the truth,

"He's off work."
Chapter completed!