Krafft's Anomaly Notes

It was a sound as dense as a summer shower, splashing on the windows of the upper compartment, and the warm atmosphere was rising.

The drowsy Kupp was jolted awake from his stupor, just in time to hear the host say a few familiar words, he suddenly became jittery, his eyes widened, and the entire main hall could be seen from a high altitude.

Crowds are crowded on the steps with high and low drop, and the inner space is more crowded, scholars compete for the roasted and heated air.It's not that they like the environment, but because there's nowhere nearer to the center of the lowest point.Therefore, the most comfortable but remote high-rise single room was left out.

The beleaguered venues handed them the keys to the booth almost gratefully when they heard that a close-up viewing was not requested.

"It's time." Kupp saw a tall figure walking from the outside, carrying a large wooden box, "Do you want to come and see?"

"Ah."

In order to facilitate the observation of the condition, Yvonne was also taken to the residence of Rivers University.Since the second treatment, she has always been in a state of sleepiness anytime and anywhere, and has not been able to participate in several dinner parties, but her appetite has not decreased with the activities.Some of the snacks and drinks that Kraft asked Kupp to drop by when he came, had been eaten by most of them without knowing it.

Before Cooper reminded her, she stuffed three bites of the pastry into her mouth and leaned over to the balcony window, easily recognizing the next protagonist.

No need to struggle to identify, wherever the iconic floodlight hair color goes, the crowd in black robes will automatically retreat to the sides, giving way to the trails that allow them to pass, like candles to drive away the dark tide.

And another idea that she couldn't explain the source and completely inconsistent with the doctor's usual image grew in her mind. She felt that it was more like some kind of transparent giant pushing through the crowd, with a wide body that could reach the crystal pendant of the chandelier.

This feeling was so strong that it could not be ignored or explained as a personal aura. In a trance, she even felt that she could see the shape of the giant. There was nothing stained in the hall; the enthusiastic audience admired the golden oak leaf medallion.

The crowd, including her and Kupp, are just like ember dots floating on the sea surface, at most they end up on the surface of the water in their lifetime, knowing nothing about the shadows under the water.

【fear】

Fear of the wrong object being created.This cleared her mind a little, and Yvonne couldn't understand why she had such emotions towards Kraft, as if it didn't originate from rationality and sensibility at all, but was passed on to her by a thought that was connected to her.

The inaudible whispers reappeared in her ears, and this time she seemed to understand the meaning, surpassing the indirect transformation, expression, and re-understanding of spoken language and vocabulary, to reach the original meaning, and wanted to escape from this place, away from the person who was carefully holding the glass container. figure.

Of course not.She clutched the window sill, bit the tip of her tongue lightly, trying to break away from the feeling, but unexpectedly tasted a bloody smell, and realized that she had bitten her tongue too hard.

"It's started." Kupp occupied the other side of the window, unconsciously rubbing half a biscuit with his hands, and the crumbs kept falling.I couldn't restrain the tension. Even though the same operation was repeated many times in Comfort Harbor, the patient came from the most familiar group—a dock worker who was accidentally injured at work and was dragged down by folk remedies for too long.

The patient is ready and lies down in the prepared position.

The improved version of the inhaler is a double-valve glass bottle, which is already relatively close to the early version of the ether atomization device. The patient holds one of them for breathing, and the gas entering from the other valve will pass through the liquid in the round bottle to nebulize it. into the mouth.This allows for smaller and more uniform doses and takes more time to complete the anesthesia.

Surrounded by the crowd, the patient inhaled anxiously.The field became quiet, and amidst the questioning and anticipating eyes, he felt an irresistible drowsiness, his eyes gradually closed and he fell into a dream.

When the whole set of metal utensils was spread out one by one, this kind of silence reached the extreme, and even the slightest breath was held, waiting for that moment to come. The only thing left on the field was the crisp tinkling sound of small pliers hitting the wall of the alcohol cotton bottle, Then the blade is picked out from the instrument tray and approached the patient's skin.Too far away to see clearly.

Just as Yvonne suppressed the whisper in his heart, another whisper appeared in his ear again.This time it was a real voice, from the group of people closest to the operating table, spreading to the outer circle.

"The anesthesia was successful."

There is no need to see the wound, this is often heard in the clinic in Port of Consolation, it is the amazement of seeing a person who is still breathing and does not respond to the pain of peeling off the flesh and blood, and instinctively lowers his voice because of the awe of this scene , whispering the shock that cannot be enjoyed alone.

Kraft lowered his head and focused on the operation, moving quickly and neatly, which is a speed requirement that cannot be avoided under the current conditions.He explained that with the right precision, the shorter the exposure time of the wound, the better, which will directly affect the healing.

But when watching this, it still makes people think of him wielding a sword. Kupu looked enviously at the precise control of the human body, "I heard that this is a minor operation, as long as the gangrene is removed, most of which are limited to the vicinity of the distal phalanx." .”

"what?"

"The distal phalanx." Kupp affirmed, spelling it out by the way.This is part of the recent teaching achievements. Kraft mentioned the demonstration case, which just added related vocabulary to the scope of learning.

Yvonne ignored him, and she didn't have the energy left to think about what the word referred to, and why Kupp would start learning these things that didn't seem like normal progress again.

After the whispers for no reason ended, there was a faint phantom pain, sometimes it seemed that some part of the body with unknown correspondence was being pulled, and sometimes it concentrated on the back of the neck and shoulders.

He increased his grip on the window frame with both hands, trying to divert the pain, but it didn't work.This kind of pain is not like the previous headaches and abdominal pains that can be relieved by pressing the pain points tightly, but sticks to the spirit like those voices, and is as stubborn as eating into the soul.

Instinctively want to turn the pain into cries and groans, but the understanding of the importance of this gathering made her restrain herself as much as possible, the operation needs to be carried out smoothly, and it must be carried out smoothly.

Perhaps the previous decision was indeed wrong, and one should not touch those things without authorization.She could no longer remember what happened after drinking that bottle of liquid, and only the colorful and beautiful dreams, the dim moon, and something that responded to her strong desire were left in her memory, and she could understand the meaning beyond the mortal world without explaining.

【I don't regret it】

She doesn't want to be a meaningless speck of ember, to spend a life of drifting with force majeure and involuntary life that she has experienced in the past and witnessed the experience of others. Even if it may be an ignorant and happy life, she still cannot See what's under the water.

Kupp was still talking about how delicate the technique of the magician was, and what to do if he could learn it.

That is to use cumbersome and sophisticated methods to save the dying ember point, and to prolong its pitiful, fragile, and doomed short course.The tall doctor held a small instrument and bowed in front of the stage.

In a trance, the illusion of an invisible and transparent giant came again. It seemed to stand upright on the hard-to-hold ground, bend its waist that was not limited by the angle, and look down at the patient on the stage.Huge and small, the shadows under the water are concentrating on the ember point, everything is so absurd and unbelievable, it will be shattered in an instant.

The operation process was very fast. When she got used to the pain a little, she looked up at the operating table, and Kraft was already wrapping the affected area with cotton cloth.

An old man with white beard and hair and wearing an oak leaf badge on his chest stepped onto the stage, held his healthy hand, and asked the patient who had opened his sleepy eyes:

"Are you feeling any pain?"

He obviously hasn't figured out the situation yet, and Professor Felman is still shaking his limbs. It took a while to realize where he is, and asked back as if he had just woken up from a dream:
"No, is the operation about to start?"

That negation word travels clearly across the hall and back off the wall for a second time for those still in disbelief.The hustle and bustle drowned out the unfinished words, and the patient looked blankly at the tightly bound hands amidst countless questions.

Kupp let go of his hands in cheers and joined the voice maker. The biscuit crumbs fell, and the scattered scholar leaned forward indifferently, stood on a chair and passed the crowd blocking his view.

Finally, Yvonne didn't have to keep silent, let go of the window sill, and patted off the debris that didn't know when it got on.

But the movement stopped suddenly, and she spread her palms suspiciously, observing those things that were a little bit sticky and not quite like biscuit crumbs.

Not baked crunchy grains.They were sharp and rough, from the hardwood window frames, wrenched off in chunks and smashed to pieces.