Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Under the shocked gazes of his grandfather and Teacher Anderson, Kraft took out his badge, the black robe of the medical school, and the book presented by the professor, and pushed them on the table.

He also felt that it was difficult to explain this matter, so he had better let the real thing prove it.

Ryan didn't say anything beside him. Anyway, he didn't believe Kraft's words about "reading a certain book collected by his grandfather", but he didn't want Kraft to be unable to explain, so he just didn't speak after standing up, and let Said by Kraft himself.

"Anyway, after I helped them treat a student from the law school next door. Their Professor Kalman may have overestimated my ability and invited me to be a lecturer in the medical school."

As we all know, as long as something is outrageous enough and a foregone conclusion, when there are flaws everywhere, people don't know where to question it. Old Wood was already stunned by the fact that his grandson might be a genius. He only knew that the lecturers at Wendeng Port College were high-level cultural people, but he couldn't tell the specific level.

It was like he knew that Anderson was a lecturer in the School of Liberal Arts, but he only knew that Anderson was fluent in reading and writing, and that he had good calligraphy that looked very fancy. As for the details of subjects such as poetry, literature and history, Old Wood didn't know anything about it.

Fortunately, Anderson still grasped the key point: "Can you still treat diseases?"

He still understands the level of his students very well. He accounts for three-thirds of the credit for being able to read and write fluently, and the remaining seven points are all due to Old Wood's stick education. If you say you can study on your own, it will make all the fish in the river turn pale with laughter.

"Ah, yes, it was from the batch of shredded paper that my grandfather bought at a low price last year. I took out a stack of it and looked at it." Kraft's eyes wandered away and he scratched his head to hide his embarrassment.

"Why don't I know? Show it to your teacher?" Old Wood really likes to buy these things, or it may be said that young nobles these days have this habit to some extent.

Whether it is to decorate the bookshelf for dignity, or for occult enthusiasts like Lao Wood, they are loyal customers of this market.

The entire revised book is too expensive, but some scattered papers collected from various channels are different. These papers may have originally been a collection of books that lacked maintenance due to various reasons, or they may have been random practice works, and the contents are even more diverse.

There are some story novels, scholar's notebooks, poetry albums, and medieval editions of I Love Inventions, etc., which are scattered and scattered with no beginning or end. They can only be described as the remains of books and have lost their original value. .

People with pretense buy it, rebind it randomly and put it on the bookshelf, so that it will not be taken down and the secret will be exposed; while occult enthusiasts with insufficient funds are digging for gold in it, looking for the legacy of their predecessors that may be mixed in.

Except for the occasional serious old book or two, the bulk of what Wood bought and studied with Anderson were these scattered "books." Because I really don’t have high hopes, it’s just a hobby, and I don’t take these things seriously.

"I don't know. I originally thought it was useless, but then I couldn't find it." Kraft was determined to prove it, but seeing the angry looks in his grandfather's and Teacher Anderson's eyes, he still hesitated, "But I still wrote it down. ”

"Did you write it down?" Anderson, like Ryan, felt that his intelligence had been insulted.

"Yes, I have memorized it all." With Kraft's current situation, it was just a matter of one idea to randomly select a piece of content from the previous textbook and combine it with the content of the current monograph, and immediately bring the content of his lecture to Anderson. Segmental anatomy into pathology.

Happy, happy! The so-called wealth does not return to its hometown, just like walking at night in brocade clothes. The Kraft in this world has never recited fluently in front of Anderson. Today, he can finally show off his "superpower" in front of teachers and parents.

The ten-minute narration, from the production of yellow liquid in the liver to its concentrated storage in the gallbladder, to the relationship between jaundice and liver disease, never stopped in between. Anderson, who was born in a liberal arts college, was confused and began to doubt himself. Is there something wrong with my education level that has led to such a talent being wasted in years of education?

When Clough paused deliberately, everyone present had been completely convinced by him and believed that the Wood family had a medical genius.

"Okay, I have no objection. Kraft, please return to the medical school and take up the post." The happiest person is undoubtedly Old Wood, not only because the whole family's style has suddenly improved, but also because he has seen that he has treated Kraft for many years. The revision of the road ahead has been very effective.

In the future, when Kraft takes over the family, he probably won't be so excited that he leads a group of people to make contributions on the battlefield. The academy can be used to establish a network of relationships with the big nobles and big businessmen in the city, allowing the family to develop in the city. This is the best way out that Old Wood can think of.

He was a nobleman fought on the battlefield, but he did not tie his eyes to the battlefield. The death of his son made him even more convinced of this. This kind of instability is not what Old Wood wants.

"Isn't it? There's no need to be in such a hurry. I still want to rest in the castle for a while." Kraft was not as anxious as his grandfather. He felt that he might need some time to be quiet and sort out what happened during this period. everything of.

"Yes, I understand that the college is not in a hurry." Anderson picked up the badge, looked at it, and put it back on the folded black robe. "I just happened to be writing a few letters to a few lecturers with whom I had good relationships in the past. You Remember to get acquainted with them when you get to the academy.”

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In the next few days, Kraft, who had been traveling for a long time, finally got a chance to rest.

Get up early every day with Ryan in the castle courtyard to regain the skill of the two-handed sword and windmill, enjoy vegetable soup with milk and ham, and read carefully the "Humoral Science" and "Human Structure" taught by the professor.

In addition to the beautiful life of barbarizing his body and civilizing his mind, Kraft spent a lot of time lying on the lawn on the hillside and thinking.

After calming down, he finally had a chance to think about everything recently.

The inexplicable time travel, the fusion of souls, the indescribable things in the night, the "gift" it left to itself - the consciousness that broke through the limitations, and the "price" that remains in the deepest part that cannot be understood.

No, it couldn't be called a "price". He vaguely felt that that was the real "gift".

His situation is like that of the prisoners in the cave described by Plato in The Republic. He has been trapped in a cave all his life, unable to see the outside world. Occasionally, sunlight shines in, casting shadows of objects on the cave walls.

The prisoner has only seen the shadow of an object and thinks that is the essence of the thing and the reality of the world.

However, one day, he, the prisoner, was briefly pulled out to the outside world for unknown reasons. He saw something he had never seen before in his life - dazzling light, rich colors flowing on the ground and sky, plants, animals and rocks, presented to him in three-dimensional images that he had never heard or seen before, and he had only seen rock walls. The upper plane shadow's brain was completely unable to explain it all to him.

Unfortunately, but fortunately, the poor man fell back into the cave he was familiar with after this brief moment, carrying a rose hanging on him.

He thought that the shadow cast by the rose on the cave wall was his precious souvenir, but he was afraid of the rose itself, just because he did not understand three-dimensional things at all, let alone picking it up, he would be scratched by the thorns just trying to touch it. Got to be dripping with blood.

He will probably never understand what it is in his lifetime, and he doesn't know whether he should get in touch with that "reality".

But he knew that from a mortal's perspective, that bonus, his liberated consciousness, was already precious enough. It allows him to search out every corner of his memory and gives him powerful thinking ability.

He can use this to become a good lecturer, an excellent family heir, a good doctor, a future professor, and a disseminator of knowledge.

At least for now he has a good chance to become what both souls want to be.