Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Kraft has had the busiest month of his life.

The original life of giving a lecture in the morning and writing a two-page book in the afternoon has undergone drastic and irresistible changes, running wildly in an uncontrollable direction.

The first thing that bears the brunt is his daily course load, which has jumped from one large lecture to two sections, one section on "Human Structure" and another section on General Surgery to prepare for surgery, and there are other lecturers coming to listen to the lectures. of.

The curriculum changes set off a domino effect.

He had to spend part of the afternoon sorting out anatomy and racking his brains to think about how to simplify the surgical content into something he could teach.

The first big difficulty was sterility. He had to think hard about how to explain it to everyone.

The most direct way is "I think there are organisms around us that are too small to be seen." This sentence simply and effectively summarizes the concept of microorganisms.

This led to another problem. After finishing speaking, he had to find a way to prove his argument, which required the help of a microscope.

High-quality glass has only recently become available in Dunling. The most feasible idea at present is to buy two pieces of transparent natural crystal, and then find someone to polish and assemble them. I don't know if they can be used. There will be no hope for a while.

Speaking of instruments, he also needs to find a set of equipment to complete the distillation and obtain relatively pure and high-concentration alcohol so that he can disinfect the skin.

Because of the numerous demands brought about by a simple surgery, he was exhausted physically and mentally, and he was unable to find time to solve most of them during class and preparation.

This was still a simple thing in the academy. What was worse was that he found that he had become a part of the outrageous rumors in the medical school, and in a sense, he temporarily lost the permanent meal ticket he had just obtained and had not enjoyed it for a few days.

On the third day after the operation, he was warmly welcomed by Gris as soon as he stepped into the pub.

The man greeted Kraft loudly, announced to the audience that this outstanding doctor had saved his daughter's life, and said that in order to celebrate this, everyone present would have a free beer.

People in various colleges had only heard of a figure in the medical school who dared to disembowel and treat living people. Now everyone knows what he looks like - the blond young medical school lecturer is Kraft.

However, Kraft's blond hair, which is the same as Ryan's, is very recognizable. Coupled with his youthful features, people from various colleges soon brought the news back. Every time he entered the tavern, he would be attracted by people from other colleges. recognize.

These students who were curious about Kraft stared at him as if they were watching magical animals. The bolder ones would come up to the table and ask all kinds of strange questions.

After several lunches, Kraft really couldn't bear the atmosphere, so he could only change out of his black robe every day and go to a tavern farther away from the college to eat.

He soon discovered that in this era of lack of entertainment, a shocking news spread countless times faster than he imagined, especially when a tavern owner testified about it.

This month, he had heard seven versions of the incident in at least five taverns, none of which fit the facts.

Among them, the one with the lowest fantasy content is that Kraft comes from a family with a long history and has been studying medicine since before the existence of the Kingdom of North. He didn't think his grandfather would like this rumor.

The most outrageous thing is that Kraft made a deal with the devil to come up with such a horrific treatment method. Kraft listened to the drunkard yelling beside him, and before leaving, he kicked the stool under his butt.

These rumors gave Kraft a headache in every aspect, but being famous did bring him benefits in one way-patients came to his door.

As early as half a month, Liz's observation period reached half a month, and Lucius also had one month. After writing “no difference” on his daily check again and again, Kraft’s confidence grew day by day.

Thanks to his growing reputation, people are actually willing to come to the college for help. Most of the unlucky ones who were hungry were given to Lecturer Romolo, and Kraft screened out three cases he needed.

Kraft's initial idea was to extend the observation time for another half month, but after all, the patient arrived at the door and the diagnosis was completed.

In line with the ideological pressure of "no rescue is equal to death", Kraft completed three operations again. At the same time, he further improved the conditions, changed the surgical consumables to finer cotton cloth, and covered everyone on and off the stage. Put on the boiled linen hat, mask and tunic.

Under this premise, he can allow a small number of people who are not involved in the operation to enter the on-site learning.

It's not that he doesn't want to use better and finer fabrics, but the cost limits his imagination. Wendeng Port is located in the north, and the climate cannot be said to be reluctant to cotton cultivation. It can only be said to be irrelevant.

All cotton products are shipped by sea. The fact that they are used as surgical consumables already makes the cost less optimistic.

Unfortunately, under limited conditions, it is useless to take all precautions. There was still one case of surgical incision infection. Fortunately, it did not develop further into the abdominal cavity. It was speculated that it was because there was no suitable thing for wound disinfection, or who was replacing it. Contact in the dressing caused the problem.

This incident sounded the alarm for Kraft, who wrote operating procedures overnight and posted them on the wall to prohibit those who did not memorize them from touching the patients. The issue of alcohol distillation has since been officially put on the agenda.

Liston felt that the current situation was very optimistic, and suggested that these standards and "clarifications" should be extended to amputation surgery - this was the name he gave to the diluent.

Cheng Ming, the name sounds pretty good. Liston said he thought the liquid was as clear as water and very magical, so he named it.

Kraft and Lucius felt guilty, not telling him that it was indeed almost all water, and approved the name. It was claimed to be a new drug developed by the medical school, and the family secret medicine was naturally abandoned.

Amputation surgery is Liston's old profession. He has his own clinic outside the college and the business is not bad. In the port, it is inevitable that someone will hurt himself during some dangerous operation. In order to save money, he will deal with it hastily and continue his work.

Frequent contact and immersion in seawater, severe infections with various germs, and wounds sealed with unknown powders quickly deteriorated to the point of requiring quick service, so he never lacked patients.

But as a lecturer who specializes in anatomy, his rich knowledge can rarely be used in the patient's wailing, and he can only choose to solve the problem within a few minutes. And "clarity" gave him hope.

After many attempts to persuade Kraft failed, Liston pulled him into the clinic to observe several amputation surgeries on the grounds that "the use of new surgical methods in amputation requires guidance," and successfully obtained the right to use the Clarifying Potion. .

Kraft restricted the dosage and only allowed it to be used cautiously in more severe amputation surgeries after assessing the specific situation. He also required that the patient's information be recorded and that the patient be reviewed regularly. If there was no review, follow-up was required. Lucius would be responsible for checking his written reports.

But it turns out that as long as something is not completely under your control, it will develop unexpectedly.

Liston's clinic used up the small half cup of diluent given to him by Kraft within half a month. When he came to ask for more from Kraft, Lucius brought a record of twenty-three A medical record.

Indeed, they were all very serious cases. The relatively mild ones had several fingers rotted away, and were described as "black, foul-smelling, and unconscious." Kraft could hardly accuse such extensive amputation of a misuse of clarifying agents.

This amount was much more than he expected.

But the stack of paper was much thinner than expected.

Kraft flipped through it quickly and found that only twelve had review records five days after surgery, and only three of them had review records ten days later.

Of the remaining eleven, two were found through door-to-door follow-up. Let alone the specific information about the others, we would not even know whether they were dead or alive after five days.

Kraft was not angry; he was too busy to be angry. Being a legend is not easy. In addition to doubling his teaching and writing tasks every day, he also has to receive patients who come for help. Some of them often make even more outrageous requests to him after hearing outrageous rumors.

"Lecturer Liston, I need an explanation." Kraft raised his head from the pile of papers and looked tiredly at the two people standing awkwardly in front of him.

This attitude made Liston, who had expected to be scolded, even more uneasy. If Kraft scolded him, he would feel better, but the tired look on Kraft's face made him feel more and more guilty.

The good old man Lucius stood up and explained the problem for him.

"That's right. We have never had such an experience before. We thought that just like the review of intussusception surgery, parents would bring their children back, or that the address would be as easy to find as Liz." He glanced at Kraft carefully. , the hand on the table is turning to the next page of the medical record.

"So?" Kraft nodded, indicating for him to continue.

"At the beginning, we performed some amputations on some port employees and sailors. We told them to come back in five days and we could give them a free review."

"Yes, that's right."

"But only one sailor and employee came back. We went to the port to find the sailors and found a problem." Seeing that Kraft was not so angry, Lucius spoke more smoothly, "Most ships will not be in our port at all." I stayed here for so long, so..."

This was a very good reason, and it was indeed Kraft who took it for granted. He decisively admitted his mistake: "Sorry, my problem, this review cycle is still too long."

"But it's not that little, right?"

"Well, it's like this." Liston continued what Lucius said and explained, "Later, we improved a bit. We did ask for the detailed address carefully, and they told us."

"Yes, then why are there only two follow-up reports?" Kraft gave up thinking and waited for his explanation.

"There are two problems with this. In fact, many of the employees do not have stable housing. They live temporarily in places where they find temporary jobs, and then leave after they finish their work. We went there five days later and couldn't find them."

"The other type is those who have families and fixed residences. The places they live are different from the streets we often go to." Liston admitted his failure in frustration, "I don't know if you have ever been to Salt Tide. It’s like a dirty place. They don’t necessarily know whether the location they describe is correct, and it’s like walking through a maze for outsiders.”

"Their jobs are unstable, they have no money left, and they have to take a day to review..."

"Dong dong dong." A knock on the door interrupted Liston's complaint.

"Is Lecturer Kraft here? Someone is looking for you."

"Okay, I'll come." Kraft stood up from his seat with difficulty, guessing what kind of strange patients and family members they were.

"I will make a new plan and hand it over to you tomorrow if I have time."