Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 132 An Immature Proposal

"I guess the 'witness the miracle tomorrow morning' you said last night didn't refer to this?" Adrian looked at the stranger who was tied up on the chair, and broke out in a cold sweat.

As a person who has lived in a church-affiliated building for a long time, he has not had the awareness of anti-theft for a long time.This area has been in a semi-closed state for a long time, and it is not as complicated as the people coming and going inside the church, but it shares the guardianship of the church guards.

The only people who come in are the clergy, guards, eunuchs, apprentices, and the occasional William.

There are not even many servants in charge of chores. Priests can solve various daily needs by themselves. Only more dignified figures, such as bishops, will have one or two trusted people to serve.

Moreover, the sanctity of the church itself has a strong deterrent effect. The common people may not feel that God will bless them, but the vast majority of people who believe that they desecrate the sanctuary will be punished.

No one would have anything to do with the church until they were desperate.Especially in this kind of large church site, the price/performance ratio is extremely low in the eyes of thieves. There are some large and obviously iconic objects inside, which are difficult to steal and difficult to get rid of.

If caught, with the influence of the church, it may be embarrassing to take action on innocent people, and no one will ask a thief to disappear.It is completely reasonable under the current social morality and unsound laws and regulations.

Therefore, it is very unlikely that the visitor came purely to steal some property, and it is probably not a coincidence to break into this place.

"Unless the effect of your potion is to grow people out of thin air, I don't think outsiders should appear here."

"No, but he is still here. It is indeed related to my potion." Kraft picked up a piece of broken glass with gloves, and shook his head helplessly. He didn't expect that the first bottle of ether would complete the mission before he had it in his hand for two days. .

I don't know whether to say this guy is lucky or unlucky, he didn't pick the priest's spirits, and he didn't give himself a sip of concentrated sulfuric acid, but chose the most technical things in the whole cabinet according to the arrangement rules.

Due to the unsatisfactory clarity at the edge of the mental sensory range, the best opportunity for reminders has been missed during the transition from "what is this" to "what is this person doing".He yelled "Stop" and the sound of his hurried steps upstairs might have startled the intruder again, and he took a sharp breath in shock.

take a deep breath...

Legend has it that the inventor of ether anesthesia tried his best.After beating up his pet dog, he covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief poured with ether, and immediately fell unconscious. If the handkerchief hadn't fallen from his face, he might have died from inhaling too much ether.

The fateful scene was repeated, different worlds, different places, different characters, different purposes, the same way of dying, even a little more straightforward.

In his mental vision, Kraft "saw" the whole process of losing consciousness - he was panicked, but he soon stopped panicking and was still a little peaceful.

He jumped on the steps as fast as he could, rushed up to the second floor, and pushed open the door. The thin figure swayed and fell down in front of him. With the last bit of consciousness, he grabbed the edge of the table next to him desperately, and turned the table over. go down.

In the era when artificial wood products have not yet appeared, solid and simple solid wood furniture is still the mainstream. This laboratory table is one of the best in quality. It has withstood the test of fire and acid, and the table is still as stable as ever.

But when this table with both texture and quality falls freely to the person lying on the ground under the action of gravity, the scene will be quite... unbearable to look at.

In the collision contest between the dense wood grown for decades in the cold environment of the North and the human body, based on Kraft's personal experience, the current human body's winning rate is zero.This time was no exception. The two-inch-thick, unwrapped edge of the table crushed the flabby forearm with no resistance.

Kraft shrank his neck, and felt a phantom pain with a "click" sound effect in his arms.

In view of the high probability that the other party will not have the habit of calcium supplementation, there is a high probability that there will be some teaching cases that orthopedics love to see on the smashed forearm.

As it is now, a typical transverse fracture in the same plane caused by direct violence.

The patient should have woken up from the stamina of ether, but out of resistance or unwillingness to face reality, he still pretended to be dizzy and refused to open his eyes.

From a humanitarian point of view, the souls of the alien world are more willing to give a shot of "the central and peripheral nervous systems have nothing to do, but they have to pretend to sleep syndrome" special drug furosemide - also known as furosemide - the bladder will complete the mouth can not do to the persuasion process.

However, there is no such condition at present, so I can only slightly move the right hand that was hit, and the patient grinned hoarsely and opened his eyes in a slight bone fricative.It doesn't seem to be a hard bone, and it has a double meaning.

There is no doubt that it is a fracture, and one can guess roughly what the situation is without using the mental senses.

Just now, slight swelling can be seen, and there is obvious pain when moving, accompanied by a rough, teeth-stinging bone fricative.It was the terrible sound of a complete fracture when relative movement occurred, and it was especially terrifying in the eyes of the other party.

The man was fiddling with his arms with interest, as unimpressed by the twisted wound as he was savoring a badly baked luncheon bread.

"name."

"Ah?" It was different from what he had imagined. He thought that the process should be that the other party asked furiously who sent him, and then the two sides talked about it. The specific small concessions he could get depended on how long he could resist.

Or worse, the church feels that he is worthless and disposes of him silently.

"Mr. thief who broke into my territory, I want to know your name." Kraft held down his arm, looking as if he would twist it around at any time, turning this broken limb into a twist.

To be honest, he was a little too scared to speak at all.

Sometimes Kraft looked like a reckless Inquisition lunatic, rumored to be the scariest version.And he was just a daring port thief, duped into stealing "the personal belongings of a man on the fringes of the church" for a commission of two ducats.

Those eyes stared at him with impatience, indifference, and an aftertaste of something strange that his vocabulary couldn't quite describe.

Just the moment they looked at each other, he was too scared to speak.

Kraft turned to the priest and silently asked if there was anything wrong with his demeanor?He just thought of last night's nightmare and was a little distracted.

Adrian shook his head. Based on his experience of accepting confession, it may be that Kraft was too gentle, unable to restrain the scum and scum who made a living in the dark corner of the port.I have to personally slap this villain who tried to destroy his wealth and freedom for the rest of his life, and let him understand why there is a punishing angel under the Lord's seat.

Kraft stopped the priest. There is still a need for a benevolent and gentle person to play a diagonal role with the "villain".

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't want to say it, Mr. No Name. I'm not in a hurry to know who is thinking about this potion. After all, he hasn't got it anyway, right?"

"We can talk about other things, such as Ni's hand. I don't need to say much about its importance to you, but you may not know it as I do."

"The forearm, it's made up of two delicate bones, like a wooden frame supports the shelter, and the bones support the flesh. The perfect fit between them allows the hand to rotate properly." Kraft showed the forearm to the audience strapped to the chair Flexible movement, highlighting the pronation and supination supported by the radius and ulna.

"But now, the retribution of your evil deed cut them in half. Imagine the chef's rolling pin falling on two fishbones."

"Snap!" He clasped his hands together into a knife, and slammed it on the table, awakening the painful memory of the moment before he lost consciousness, "It was broken into two pieces, and now you have four bones in your forearm."

"Oh, don't be afraid, I'm not doing anything, I'm just watching. The pain will make you exert force unconsciously, causing the stubble to buckle. Have you ever seen a mast broken by a storm? The stubble pierces the sail. But it's harder than wood and can dig into your flesh."

"Did you hear that? The sound of friction means that the fracture is moving. It may also cut blood vessels and block blood flow. The accumulated blood will make you feel painful, hot and red."

Kraft motioned him to look at the arm that was fixed on the armrest. There was indeed swelling, pain and redness, and a faint heat could be felt.

As soon as the subject changed, it seemed that he was kindly comforting again, "But don't worry, this means that it is still alive for the time being, temporarily."

"But it will become more and more swollen and painful, and the distal end that cannot be nourished by the blood flow will become cold and pale, and the pulse will not be felt. Finally, it will die completely and become a piece of meaningless meat that will slowly turn black and rot."

Compartment syndrome, the most serious complication in the early stage of fracture, tends to occur in the forearm, but as far as the probability of the current situation is concerned...at least the results of the mental and sensory exploration at the scene of the incident are unlikely.

Kraft saw the audience feel their arms carefully and show a rather distorted expression, because every point of the description of symptoms is correct, and there are indeed signs of aggravation.

"The advantage is that you don't have to worry about what to do with your future life, because the toxin from the dead arm will take you to hell to report your crimes."

"This is what I want to explain to you. After all, it is everyone's right to know their physical health..."

"Kewen! My name is Kewen!" He couldn't stand it anymore. He was just a little thief who was dazzled by a little money. At most, his skills were much higher than those of his peers and he was well-known. Why was he lucky enough to receive this kind of treatment? ?

"Ah, Mr. Corwin, I'm so glad you're willing to speak up. These days, there aren't many rational and empathetic exchanges, and it's not easy for me to convince others." Kraft rubbed his hands and showed a professional smile.

"Although according to the original idea, the contact between us can be terminated in an easier way for me, but my priest friend has objections."

Adrian understood what Kraft meant, and continued in time, "The main thing is that we learn to forgive others, and teach him to correct those who steal, without hurting his life."

"But this is the evil result of evil deeds, so the evil result of his death cannot be regarded as my fault, even if I am a doctor." Kraft shook his head and expressed that he didn't care much, "And the treatment can only be forcibly stretched arms, bone End-to-end snapping back into place, no one can take it."

He loosened the rope a little, and took Corwin's hand. The pain made him cry. It's hard to imagine how terrible it would be as described in the treatment.

"Please, think of another way! I'll tell you who sent me here!" This pain is worse than the sum of whippings from the "teacher" who taught him how to earn a living when he was a child. It seems that his arm has been cut off. It is indeed broken.

"They thought that no one would know if they found an intermediary, but I can guess who contacted them."

There was another wail, and he tried to move his arm. The abnormal movement was accompanied by cutting and needle-like pain.He seemed to imagine how the bone spurs were tearing the muscles inside.

I don't care about whether I can continue to mess around in the future, if I can't pass this level, there will be no future.

"I don't care too much. I'll put these things away tomorrow. No one can get what he wants from this room." Kraft looked completely unimpressed, as if he really only asked for his name for the convenience of communication Well, Corwin's news wasn't as interesting as looking at that arm.

The most frustrating interrogation is like this. The other party doesn't want anything. He thinks like a psychopath and wanders off the topic. The ultimate goal is to create terror and pain.

Spiritually, Corwin feels that he is not far from hell, or at the gate of hell, the priest in white robes in front of him is an angel, bargaining with the devil, and those strangely shaped bottles are the crucible for the devil to boil people.

"Let's think of a way? This is not the only cure." The "angel" with a beer belly spoke.

The man in black pondered for a while, as if reluctantly giving a choice in the face of his friend.

"I have an immature suggestion." Immature indeed.

"But it's an opportunity for you." You've proven it yourself.

"There may be side effects such as coughing, tearing, dizziness, headache, nightmares, and even the risk of death from suffocation."

"It doesn't matter, please try it!" Ke Wen tried to grab the last straw, "I'm only alive to take you to catch that guy!"

"Good!" That's what you said.

……

For the first application of ether, anesthesia reduction is far more ideal than other options, especially this has the inexplicable use case guidance.

When Corwin was brought into the room again with a subtle sense of strangeness, he saw the slightly sweet and pungent liquid accumulating in the dark glass vial again.

Kraft poured the liquid into a new flask, inserted a glass catheter, and handed over the water tank to the priest. His solemn expression convinced Kerwin that he didn't intend to kill himself.

"Don't have a nebuliser, try lukewarm water, the kind that barely feels the heat. Keep an eye on this thing, don't let it go away too quickly, just enough to put him to sleep."

Then stop in time.It doesn't take long to reset, just control it for a few minutes.Based on the amount this guy accidentally ingested, this is at a safe level in the bottle.

Supine position, shoulders abducted, elbows bent.Pull distally along the longitudinal axis of the forearm, and pull the elbow up and in reverse.

Kraft recited the words silently, staring closely at the round-bellied glass bottle in the priest's hand, and basically could not detect any changes from the liquid surface.In fact, ether, whose boiling point is lower than body temperature, is vaporizing every moment, and the colorless gas is inhaled by Ke Wen through the catheter.

It is much more troublesome than black liquor to work, the speed must be stuck to limit the inhalation amount, and due to the limitation of the tool, it can only rely on intuition.At the same time, observe the patient's reaction and be alert to adverse reactions.

Corwin closed his eyes as the ragged breathing from the pain in his arm eased and the rise and fall of his chest returned to constant, smooth, regular.

Trying to pull the forearm, but it didn't cause a reaction, Kraft raised his hand to signal the priest to lift the ether bottle out of the water and delay the release.It is cumbersome, difficult to control, and risky, but it is a method within the known range.

Next comes the pull, an operation described in small sentences, but requiring a lot of force, against the muscles to straighten the forearm.

Both strength and fineness are emphasized, like cutting window grilles with a big sword.Few people in the internal sports meeting dare to compete with orthopedics in tug-of-war.

Only under this strong and steady traction can a series of displacements such as rotation, shortening, and angulation be corrected accurately, and the broken ends be reattached.With Kraft's strength, it was a bit difficult without help.

Between exertion, he took the time to confirm that Ke Wen's chest rises and falls normally, and those breathing muscles stretched between the ribs will not be intoxicated in the dream of ether at a certain moment, and suddenly stop working.

After the structure is basically in place, come to the final step, squeeze hard between the two bones with your fingers.If there is no anesthesia, the pain of this step is estimated to be like a wagon wheel running over.

This cruel action will separate the interosseous membrane between the two bones, and complete the effect of pulling the fracture end for him to completely reset.

"Take that bottle away."

Fix it with double splints, tie the bandage tightly, and the reset process is over.

Traveling thousands of miles, costing lives, and using 10 minutes to embed the cornerstone of surgery in an era that does not belong to it.

　Two-in-one update!＼(￣︶￣)／

　　
　
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