Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

The next day, Lane saw Kraft walking out of the room with a tired look on his face.

"Didn't you sleep well?"

"No, I read a book for half the night and wanted to fulfill my duties as a lecturer before leaving." Kraft said with a smile, "Ryan, can I ask you to go find what you want to buy by yourself today? I can I entrust you with my money.”

As the saying goes, no merit will be rewarded, and it seems a little embarrassing to run away after taking benefits. Kraft still wants to make some contribution before leaving.

He took out his money bag, grabbed a few silver coins from it, and handed the rest to Ryan along with the bag.

"No problem. Before that, let's go find something to eat together?" Ryan was just thinking about how to find a reason to act alone. Craft himself made the request, which just made it easier for him to go to see the mason alone. Yesterday The stone hand carved with runes that I want will probably be available this afternoon.

After finishing breakfast, the two went out and went their separate ways. Lane quickly disappeared from Kraft's sight again on horseback, which made him a little confused. He always felt that his cousin had already locked the target.

But he quickly put this little problem behind him, put on his badge, and decided to walk to the nearby academy. It just so happens that I can reorganize what I planned to talk about yesterday on the way.

In fact, he had some idea of ​​what he was going to talk about when he read the book "Humoral Science". When he saw that "Human Structure" had already drawn the yellow fluid from the liver, gallbladder to the intestines, that is, the structure of bile. After the paths are sorted out, the entire lecture idea can be decided.

From a logical point of view, even dancing with shackles in the current framework can indeed explain why the patient shows "excess yellow fluid" with yellow-stained skin and whites of the eyes, but still suffers from weight loss, edema and indigestion. The content of "The Structure of the Human Body" was enough for him to explain this.

In the soft morning light of the morning, Kraft was dressed in black medical school uniform, wearing a silver badge on his chest, and holding three books. He walked slowly towards the college, and mixed in various scholar robes not far from the door. , it feels no different from taking classes in college.

As the outline was organized, he began to actively add more knowledge that might be involved and preview the questions and doubts he might encounter. From the third porta hepatis down to the first porta hepatis, and then along the common hepatic duct to merge with the cystic duct and enter the common bile duct, the position and contents of the gallbladder triangle, even the blood vessels, lymph and ligaments that have not been carefully memorized are all imaginary structures. Figure supplemented.

The abnormal feeling that had appeared several times came to him again, and the clear and unmistakable memory made him feel that his brain was not his own.

Kraft could not remember his name there for a long time, but the painful memory of the endorsement was still there. If he really had this kind of memory, then he would never have to stay up late to prepare for the exam, not to mention that he had just glanced at these contents at that time, and it was even more impossible for yesterday's crude "Human Structure" to provide these things.

Almost with some fear, he continued to try to find more content in his mind to confirm his conjecture. Those things that he thought had faded over a long period of time were neatly listed there at some point. It was as if someone had broken into his most private storage room without him realizing it, repainting the whitish murals without permission, and sorting out the books scattered on the floor.

The lost items that he thought he could never get again were placed in the place where he had just checked them the moment he turned around, just because he thought of them.

He couldn't understand how this happened. He even recalled the page numbers in the book. The black and white pictures were right in front of him. The numbers were marked on the pictures, and the names of the corresponding parts were neatly arranged next to it.

Kraft finally became convinced of the abnormal existence in himself. If nothing went wrong, it was as if after that unreasonable heat, the wall was torn down, and the consciousness was released from the narrow and restricted space, canceling some innate restrictions, and being able to expand oneself wantonly.

Its expansion is not controlled by subjective thoughts. As long as it is triggered, it will ask for and dig to find more information from all possible places. The signals collected with eyes, ears, touch and all receptors, the dusty things that are hard to reach in the depths of memory, are all within the territory of this liberated monster.

There was only one thing it could never find - where it came from.

Fever, strange dreams, subconscious avoidance, after a series of events, the consciousness begins its infinite expansion, but it is still unable to touch what happened at the origin of everything. It only knows its existence, but does not know what it is.

His consciousness was uncontrollably focused on that point, the light in front of him dimmed, the noise of the crowd was moving away from him, and a severe feeling of weightlessness came over him. He understood that this was the price for the meager benefits he had gained, and that he would never be able to get rid of an existence that he could not explain.

He thought he left the place the next day, but now he was a little unsure. Even though this consciousness exhausted all the information he knew, he still stood in the unknowable and unpredictable darkness, staring at the long night that his eyes could not penetrate. The invisible things were right in front of him, and he could never touch them, and he could not even touch them. Being aware of its existence is already the limit.

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"Lecturer Kraft?"

"Craft!"

The light returned in an instant, as if everything just now was just a pure hallucination, and there was even a faint thought that it was just a syncope caused by hypoglycemia.

Craft rejected the idea and blinked, adjusting to the light again. What appeared in front of him was a brown-haired head, looking down at him with a worried look on his face. There was a severe pain in the back of his head, and he found himself lying on the ground in front of the medical school.

"Lucius?" Kraft found that he didn't seem to be panicked. It seemed that his emotions were still floating in the air and had not returned. Only the remaining thin fear remained. His voice was so calm that it didn't sound like it was coming from his own voice, which was the same as when he woke up from a dream last time. Come the same.

Instinct is trying to erase what it cannot accept, but this time it fails. Kraft grasps the truth, at least a corner of it, a corner that is terrible and has to be faced.

"Just call me Kraft. It's just hypoglycemia. Can you help me?" Craft made up an excuse without any hindrance, and Kraft stretched out his hand to Lucius, motioning to give him a hand.

"Uh, what do you mean "blood" and "sugar"?" Lucius reached out and pulled Kraft up. The worry on his face had not dissipated, but a new combination of words drew his attention.

"It's nothing, it's just a new term. We'll have plenty of time to talk about this in the future." Kraft dusted himself off and said, "I seem to have forgotten to make an appointment today. Can you tell me when is the right time for me to fulfill my duties as a lecturer?" He even smiled at Lucius, dispelling his doubts.

"Of course, if you don't mind, please sit in the empty classroom for a while and I'll tell the other students."

The strange feeling lingered, but at least today, Kraft felt that he could finish the lecture before thinking about these clueless things.

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"I'm so happy that so many people come to listen to my class. I bet my teacher never thought that I would have such a day." In the formal classroom, which is more spacious than yesterday's anatomy classroom, Kraft started with a self-deprecating remark. , there was a slight laugh from the audience.

"What I want to talk about today is a theory put forward by an ancestor. Of course, it was confirmed based on some unexplainable reasons.

Everyone should have a good understanding of the book "Humoral Science". It mentions yellow complexion caused by excessive yellow fluid, as well as the patient's simultaneous anorexia, weight loss, and diarrhea after eating fatty foods.

The mainstream view has always been that this situation is contrary to the function of yellow liquid in digesting food, but in fact, it has been explained in the book "Human Structure", but the author himself did not realize it. "He turned around, and on the dark wooden board behind him, he used small pieces of lime to draw the bile passage from the liver to the descending part of the duodenum.

"In fact, it is obvious that everyone should realize that this yellow liquid has only one and only such a narrow path from the liver to the intestines.

So why can't it mean that it has no chance of getting to where it should go? It can be completely blocked in a certain section of this pipeline, and it may even fail to come out of the liver and be excreted into the intestines, and the natural digestion capacity will be greatly weakened.

Of course, I have to say that there are more complex mechanisms at work here, and the cause of these symptoms is by no means so simple. But what we are going to do today is just to discuss these two situations...

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...In short, after understanding that there are many reasons that can cause jaundice to accumulate in the body and not enter the intestines, the statement that jaundice is contradictory to weight loss and anorexia will naturally be self-defeating.

I believe that understanding the structure of the human body is an extremely important part of the development of medicine and will explain and overturn countless original things. In order to gain a deeper understanding, it is acceptable to break even a part of the tradition.

Thank you everyone, that's all my class, I hope it can be helpful. "

Kraft ended his class. The class was unusually quiet. The questions and doubts he imagined did not appear. There was only the sound of recording in the audience. There is no such custom as applause here yet. Students' respect for knowledge imparters is reflected in solemn silence and serious writing. However, Kraft found Professor Kalman thoughtfully in the audience again.

Realizing that Kraft was looking at him, Professor Kalman stood up carefully without disturbing the students around him who were still thinking about the records.

"Perhaps the position of a lecturer is too stingy for you. I have never seen a family with this level of obscurity." He came closer and whispered, "But this is all I can give for the time being. Maybe you can become a professor sooner or later."

Kalman paused and looked at the surrounding students, none of whom were paying attention. He lowered his voice again and asked in Kraft's ear at a volume that was almost inaudible: "What you said about 'breaking through some traditions' Is that what you mean?"