Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

In the morning fog in Wendeng Port, Kraft completed his morning exercises as usual, had breakfast, and walked towards the college with his books and lesson plans under his arm.

"Good morning, Lecturer Kraft."

As the course became very popular in the college, students in black robes would always greet him on the road. Most of them were students who were familiar with Kraft, and there were also students who had never met Kraft in class.

"Good morning, Charlie, and Green." Kraft nodded in response.

Thanks to his good memory, he memorized the names of all the students who took the initiative to ask questions during the communication. Of these two students, one asked him about the structure of the skull, and the other asked him about the anatomy of various abdominal pains three days ago. explanation on.

When they heard their names being called out, they showed a surprised expression. Although I heard that this new lecturer's memory is quite good, it is too incredible to be able to remember and identify it among so many questioners.

Responding to the greetings of the students along the way, Kraft hummed in his heart and walked through this journey in a good mood.

The feeling of being recognized for his work made him very happy, and getting up early to go to work seemed less painful at this time.

When faced with studious students, the teaching experience is indeed much better than with sleepy students.

There is no doubt that this "sleepy student" is himself. During college, he stayed up late and woke up early. As soon as the class started, the teacher read PPT in front of a group of depressed classmates. It is difficult to tell whether the classmate lying on the table is sleepy or hypnotized.

And today, he is really gratified to have such high-quality students. Of course, there is also the reason why the cost of learning here is too high. Whether it is time cost or money cost, there is no room for students to waste it.

Kraft's good mood ended abruptly at the entrance of the college.

As we all know, there is a very important law for people on duty, especially those on night shift. That is, don't say it when you are free.

Even if you are so bored at your job that your phone has run out of battery, don’t use words like “free” and “nothing”.

People who violate this iron law will generally be punished - one second their life was calm, but the next second it suddenly changed, and all kinds of unreasonable things were thrown at them.

This fits Kraft’s current experience very well. One second I was sighing that the years were quiet, and the next second I was woken up by the noise coming from the entrance of the college.

From afar, I saw a group of people gathered together, and the noisy quarrels could be heard across half the street.

The worst thing is that most of the people around are medical students wearing black robes, and the rest are brown robes from the law school, white robes from the seminary, and a few blue robes from the liberal arts college watching the excitement.

Such a large group of people blocked half of the entrance to the college, and you had to walk past them if you wanted to enter.

Moving closer, Craft heard what they were arguing.

"We can't pray for her. We have to go to the church to find someone."

"What should we do?"

“Does the medical school even have a bed?”

"We can't just take him back!"

"It's not wrong to try..."

"That doesn't make sense! Is this what you, God's spokesmen, are like?"

“I don’t have this qualification before graduation!”

"Is this something I can try?"

The crowd was so tightly packed that Kraft couldn't see what was going on inside the circle from the outside. He could only see the fierce quarrel between several colors due to his height advantage, and he couldn't tell who was talking to whom. The people watching were helpless.

Keyword capture: "medical school", "bed", "prayer".

This scene immediately activated Kraft's troublesome PTSD. It can't be a medical incident, right? This industry has such a long history? Gatekeeper, why are you just watching? Why isn't it called the Security Section?

Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and Kraft realized that he was not in a hospital now, nor at his previous university. There probably wasn't a dedicated department to deal with this kind of trouble.

The person in charge of the gate of the college has no security function. He is just responsible for opening and closing the door. The only way to solve the problem is to wait for someone with real power in the college to come. He didn't know who in the college could take care of this matter, let alone how to solve it.

Kraft frowned and planned to follow the example of a certain man named Han, "When the situation is bad, retreat behind everyone", bypass the crowd and go to the classroom to prepare for class.

But he greatly underestimated his popularity in medical school. Before he could take a few steps, he heard someone calling his name from behind.

"Lecturer Kraft? Good morning!" The sharp-eyed students in black robes easily recognized this new lecturer who was very popular with everyone. His mouth was two steps faster than his brain, and he said hello first, "I can occupy you for a while. Time?"

This voice attracted the attention of all the students present, including a few who were arguing in the center. Everyone turned their heads this way.

"Lecturer Kraft?"

"Ah, Craft, you came just in time."

There was a particularly familiar figure in the head that turned around, with a head of brown hair, it was Lucius. He was in the center of the crowd, and there was a seminary student in white robes next to him. His originally pale face turned red, and it looked really intense.

He reached out and parted the crowd, trying to make way for Kraft. "Excuse me, this is a lecturer from our medical school."

Needless to say, most of the medical students present knew Kraft, and the crowd quickly parted, giving him access to the center of the trouble.

It's amazing, Kraft thought, that I'm the one to blame. It seems that this is the logic. He is already a lecturer in the medical school. The only person present who is not a student, at least for now, he should take over.

Moreover, in full view of the crowd, his plan to sneak past also failed. Kraft could only reluctantly walk over under the gaze of everyone.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Kraft walked to the center of the crowd. The scene was indeed similar to what he imagined.

The anxious middle-aged man was at a loss as he held the child with tears on his face. The students from the seminary were holding books next to them. Lucius looked at the child, wanting to get started but didn't know how to pick it up. There were also students from the law school who didn't know what to do next to him.

Good guy, a standard medical dispute is coming to the door, right? According to past experience, the following plot will change depending on the specific situation, showing a complicated development trend, but it is definitely not necessary to think about it in today's lesson.

Seeing Kraft coming over, the middle-aged man knelt down with the child in his arms. Lucius quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, fearing that he would hurt the child. The seminary student stumbled backwards after being hit, and the scene was chaotic for a moment.

With quick eyes and quick hands, Kraft rushed forward and grabbed the man's shoulders with one hand, while holding the child in his arms with the other. This child was not young at all, and his shoulders sank due to his weight, and he almost stopped him.

"Gris, why is it you?" He looked up at the man with some annoyance, and found that he was actually the owner of the tavern next to the school. His current image was a bit bad, and Kraft failed to recognize him immediately.

"Please, help my daughter, I really have no choice." Boss Gris's voice was unclear, his hoarse and sad vocal cords vibrating the air, with a hint of exhaustion and helplessness.

He must have been running a lot, his face was covered in sweat, his hair was messy, and his throat was dry and hoarse due to lack of moisture.

Kraft didn't understand what was going on. Logically speaking, although the college has a medical school, it generally does not provide treatment.

Unless there are special occasions when there is a demonstration to be done, patients who are short of money will come for a temporary visit. In essence, it is still a school.

When everyone is sick every day, even students in the college go to outside clinics to see a doctor. More often, they go to churches to pray. If they are lucky, a priest will give holy water, blessings, etc.

St. Simon's Church's business in this area is quite developed. After all, there are no qualifications these days. The environment and level of the small clinic are not ideal. Maybe going to the church will be cleaner.

Then...then there is no more. These two places are your only choices. No one really wants to seek help from a medical school with a lot of weird rumors, right? No other students in the college enter their building.

The puzzled Kraft looked at Lucius, hoping he could explain how the situation developed like this.

"I've been to the church and several clinics, but it won't work." Lucius summarized the situation in one sentence, and it was obvious that he was in a hurry. As an outgoing and enthusiastic person, it is impossible for him to be unfamiliar with the owner of the tavern he frequents. "Boss Gris is quite familiar with us. He can only come to our place to try what we can do, even pray."

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that we are not qualified to assume the responsibilities of priests, and the church also said that we can only depend on God's will." The seminarian student patted his white robe helplessly.

After he graduates, this robe will have the opportunity to be replaced by a formal priest's robe with a double-winged circlet holy emblem. You may not be caught practicing medicine here without a license, but working as a priest without permission is a serious matter.

"Try the head office. Just say a prayer for the patients. You know Boss Gris, right?"

"This is really not okay." The law student interjected and lowered his voice and said, "It's okay to say it in private, but it's really meaningless. The seminary also has strict control."

Kraft understood that the church placebo was ineffective and the clinic could not do anything. It was an emergency medical treatment.

"Alas." Kraft sighed. The patient had no choice but to go to the hospital. There was no higher-level hospital to transfer him to. "So Lucius, what are you waiting for?"

"Such a serious illness requires the consent of the lecturer." Lucius looked at Kraft expectantly, staring at him a little, "It's different from the classmate from the law school last time."

This rule is not unexpected. When treating critically ill patients, you have to think about the negative consequences if something happens, so there must be someone who can take the blame, and it can't be a student anyway.

Kraft knew this very well, but it did not affect his choice, or he never felt that this was a multiple-choice question.

"Let's go in." Kraft handed the books and lesson plans to Lucius, and took the child from the arms of Gris, whose hands were trembling. "Leave it to me first, and go get a drink of water. I have a lot of questions later. ask."