Krafft's Anomaly Notes

I have to say that sometimes life is so bizarre, full of twists and turns like the unpredictable will of the Heavenly Father.

For example, on a rainy night, I received an irresistible task of going out to find someone, only to find out that the other party happened to be going to a banquet outside the city today.

Cursing the damned extravagant habits of those nobles, he finally rushed to the meeting place and barged in to meet people.I thought it would take a lot of work, but the other party was unexpectedly easy to talk and skipped what I thought was the most difficult step.

When everything was going well, something happened that was completely out of consideration.Someone launched an attack on the team of the Inquisition Court in the outskirts of Dunling.

Before he could pour the night's full of resentment on these blind guys, the horses were shot and fell to the ground, and they were not given a chance to exert themselves.

Then, unfortunately, his legs were pinned down, and his head hit the ground heavily.

Losing consciousness isn't all bad, and that's a direct fast-forward skipping over the worst part of the fight, but not waking up after the fight is another issue.

However, the paradox of fate is that if you hadn’t been seriously injured and fell to the ground, you would never know that the banquet you just left was a medical school team building event and a medical equipment manufacturer’s product exhibition.

Dramatically, the number and quality of doctors available in the region is unprecedented.It can be said that as long as a thunderbolt smashes through the ceiling of the room and falls on the table full of dishes, the medical level in the area from Dunling to Westminster will be set back ten years on the spot.

The bad news is that after looking at the situation with the older seniors, several of them expressed that they could not help.You don't know whether it is out of professional judgment or some personal grievances, after all, the relationship between the two parties has never been harmonious.

These days, there is no medical malpractice appraisal or anything. If you really want to ask someone to appraise it, you will find that the qualified experts are still these people, a pure endless loop.

"Fractures are secondary. The professor handled them in a timely manner. At his age, he won't be unable to heal." Velen also surrounded him and pressed the head of the unconscious cultivator lying on the ground.

The scalp is swollen, and the pressure is not a lump, but a fluctuating sensation, which indicates bleeding under the impact site.

"The key is inside. There may be bleeding under the skull. We have had patients who were unconscious after being hit on the head. It was later proved that the cause of death may be intracranial hemorrhage and compression, which squeezed the brain out of place."

Sounds suspicious, especially the part about how to find out the cause of death.But even if you don't believe in the moral bottom line of this group of people, you have to believe in their professionalism.

Having said that, generally all that remains is to pray to the Father.

The few physicians present were willing to give a few prescriptions for dealing with congestion, and the practical significance was seriously questionable.

But Kraft offered another option, one that might sound especially unfriendly.

From the moment he saw the patient's state, he knew that he had to put aside the matter of dissecting the corpse with the peculiar structure, and consider the issue of the living person first—or else he would not have to think about it soon.

Opening the eyelids of the injured, the pupils had already dilated, and they were less sensitive to light.Don't use "maybe", this is a sign of intracranial injury.

Mindful that this group of people were really dutiful trying to protect themselves from the chaos, and most likely stepped on a trap set against them ahead of time.Out of conscience, it is necessary to make a fortune, even if it may cause some trouble for yourself.

He briefly turned on his mental senses, and made the diagnosis of "God knows where the injury is in the brain" to "left temporal and parietal epidural hematoma".

Simply put, there is bleeding between the skull and the dura mater, and the space inside the skull is limited.It now appears that the bleeding has become so profuse that it is compressing the brain tissue, slowly pushing it where it shouldn't be.

His hair was still wet, and he had just cleaned up and changed into clean clothes. "My suggestion is to open a small piece of the skull to remove the bruise."

It has a sense of sight, and there must have been a famous doctor who made a similar suggestion at an inappropriate time, and it became a typical case of early bad doctor-patient communication.

The difference is that Kraft feels that his plan is quite conservative.In the end, all operations will not involve the brain at all, and the conditions are not exceeded, and the equipment can be picked up by oneself.

The few monks who were still alive looked at each other, but no one decided to give an answer.In fact, it is already a manifestation of self-cultivation not to jump up and prescribe a scoop to the doctor who proposed the treatment plan.

"This is just a plan. If you don't deal with it, you can only hope for the mercy of the heavenly father."

A little commotion occurred among the surrounding doctors.Apparently those in the industry have misgivings too, but at least on the surface it's well controlled, something invisible prevents them from judging.

Even if it sounds out-of-the-ordinary, it is not for everyone in the professional world to challenge a professor's proposed treatment plan.

"There are indeed many treatments for drilling the skull, but they were mostly used for mental illness before, but now they are less used." On the contrary, Velen saw that Kraft was serious about his suggestion, and stood up to provide support.

Although he cannot say from the standpoint of professional ethics that "the church will die if it is forced to die", it is necessary to weigh the pros and cons.There is not much benefit in taking a risk to cure it, but it will definitely be troublesome if it goes wrong.

The lecturer gave Kraft a wink, implying that there is no need to do this, it is better to just persuade him to quit, "The risk will be very high, can any of you help him make a decision."

The latter seemed not to understand what he meant, nodded his thanks, and continued to turn to the monks to explain: "I will do pre-operative preparations first, so as not to waste time. You'd better make a decision before I come back. After all, I will always Now, injuries wait for no one."

The conditions of this meeting couldn't be more coincidental.Others may not know it, but for those who know it, it is difficult to accept watching a salvageable case worsen step by step.

"Lecturer Velen, if you can, help me pack up the tools. Kupu, take advantage of this while to wash his head and don't shake it too hard."

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In less than 10 minutes, Kraft, who picked up the necessary tools from the warehouse next door, returned to the room.

"How about it?"

"Professor, I apologize in advance for my offense. May I ask how many cases of this kind of head opening treatment have you performed before?"

This question is rather difficult to answer. Frankly speaking, this is the first time, but it is not easy for the monks to consider accepting it.

"Since my grandfather's generation, our family has started to explore the mind, and has a relatively advanced understanding of the structure of the skull, and has quite a lot of practical experience."

"What we're trying to do now is just clear the congestion between the bone plate and the underlying septum, far from the interior."

Except for Cooper, who really knew a little about the Kraft family, everyone in the room showed a clear look—it turned out that it was a medical family, and it was reasonable to cultivate such a character.

After some internal discussions, the monks quickly reached a consensus.

As personnel who have been on the front line for a long time, they already have a good understanding of the danger of this kind of injury.

Maybe it was part of the recognition of the experience of fighting the enemy just now, or the credit bonus of being the person Green was looking for, and the balance gradually tilted towards the side Kraft wanted to see.

"Entrusting fate to the Heavenly Father does not mean giving up human efforts." One of the monks stood up and gave the answer on behalf of everyone, "But we hope to be able to watch."

"Okay, I just need someone to help fix him." Kraft picked up the first set of tools to be used today, not surgical equipment, but standard hairdressing supplies.

To clear the surgical area, a large chunk of hair centered on the intended incision was completely shaved, creating a large clearing on the top of the hairy head.

Hopefully this one won't have to worry about the image for a while after waking up.However, middle-aged clerics are already popular with Mediterranean hairstyles, so he can be comforted that this is just a little bit ahead of the inevitable future.

"The next scene will be quite special. Now that you have agreed to the treatment, I hope you can hold him with peace of mind and not cause interference. It is not a trivial matter to be above here."

That's right, anyone can understand it.What he did was less reassuring.

None of the monks present were the ones who would be soft on the battlefield.But sending an opponent to meet the Father with a knife is a completely different thing than watching someone slowly and steadily slice the skin flap open and peel it from the skull.

"Hold it, don't move." Kraft clamped the raised flap with toothed hemostats, and handed it over to Cooper to fix it. "Give me the thick needle."

Wipe off the accumulated blood with a cotton cloth, and the vision is clear for a few seconds, but the red is still slowly oozing out.He took the thick steel needle from Velen, burned it on the flame, and touched the small bleeding spots on the edge.

After a slight sizzle sound, the bleeding stopped, and the red was wiped away, exposing the white curved surface below.

You don't need to look up to know that the face of the patient's colleagues must be very ugly, and they have even begun to regret it.

"Now is the real difficulty. Don't shake the hand that presses the head."

It turns out that mental construction is prescient.When Kraft picked up a small chisel from the tray, the field did start to unsteady.

This is something similar to a chisel, with a sharper head, and the method of use is similar to that of a carpenter's chisel, which is to hit the end with a hammer to chisel a hole.If there is no bone drill, you can only rely on it.

The metal touched the skull, and when the hammer fell, it made a crisp and untimely knocking sound, leaving a shallow mark.It's a bit like a large wooden fish with a dull tone.

A series of shallow marks form a triangle that gradually penetrates into the skull. During the carving process, red and white scum is produced, which needs to be cleaned repeatedly.The progress is not very optimistic, but this is destined not to be a quick job.

The operation requires cutting off exactly one slice of the skull, opening a triangular bone window, and providing space for decompression and clearance.If it is shallow, it cannot be removed at all, and the deeper it is, the more cautious it is to prevent a certain falling hammer from directly penetrating.

This requires considerable control and keen awareness. Every tap makes people's hearts tremble, and it is unconsciously brought into the pressure of the operator.

Velen felt sweaty palms, which was nothing like trying to drill holes in the skull to cure "evil spirits into the brain".

"tweezers."

He quickly picked out the tweezers and handed them to the outstretched hand, watching Kraft grab the corner of the triangle with a clear boundary with the surroundings, lift it carefully and steadily, and put it aside.

The light gathered here illuminates the situation below, and black and red things fill the field of vision.It has been seen more than once in the past, but only on the dead.

The monk in charge of fixing the head witnessed a pair of slender pliers protruding into the skull, and suppressed the urge to let go.

I can also feel the patient's somewhat disordered breath flowing through the fingertips, while the doctor is pinching something out of the window of the skull.It was a trail of blood, half-congealed to the texture of fermented dairy, with more accumulating inside the incision.

This step did not cause too much difficulty. After clearing out the layer of black and red clot on the bottom of the plate, the skin flap was stitched back to its original position, cleaned and bandaged.

Apart from the loss of hair and the extra crease sutures, the patient appeared normal.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the monk noticed a small white triangle that seemed to be forgotten nearby.

"Don't you need to go back?"

"No need, keep it as a memorial for him waking up." Kraft washed off the blood on his hands and began to prepare for the next game.He was going to find out what happened to the attacker.

Push book: "Our Secret Base"

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