Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 31

In the morning mist of Wendeng Port, Kraft finished his morning exercises as usual, had breakfast, and walked towards the college with his books and lesson plans in his arms.

"Good morning, Lecturer Kraft."

As the course became popular in the academy, students in black robes would always meet him on the road to greet him.Most of them were students who got to know Kraft well, and there were also students who Kraft had never met 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 came to ask questions during the exchange. Of these two students, one asked him about the structure of the skull, and the other asked him about various abdominal pains in anatomy three days ago. explanation above.

When they heard their names being called, they showed a surprised expression.Although I heard that the memory of this new lecturer is quite good, it is too incredible to be able to remember and recognize it among the vast number of questioners.

Responding to the greetings from the students all the way, Kraft hummed a song in his heart, walking 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.

In the face of studious students, the teaching experience is indeed much better than that of lethargic students.

There is no doubt that this "drowsy student" refers to himself. During college, he stayed up late and got up early, and the teacher read PPT in front of the listless classmates as soon as he was in class.It was hard to tell whether the students lying on the table were sleepy or hypnotized.

But today, he can have such high-quality students, which is really gratifying.Of course, there is also the reason that the cost of studying here is too high, whether it is time cost or money cost, students cannot afford to waste it.

Kraft's good mood came to an abrupt end at the gate of the academy.

We all know that there is a law of great importance to those on duty, especially those on the night shift.That is, don't speak out when you are free.

Even if you are bubbling with boredom at work, and your phone runs out of battery, don't talk about words like "leisure" and "nothing".

People who violate this iron law will generally be sanctioned—even though their life was peaceful one second, the situation will suddenly change in the next second, and all kinds of unreasonable things will directly confront them.

This is in line with Kraft's current experience.In the last second, I just lamented the tranquility of the years, and in the next second, I was awakened by the noise coming from the entrance of the college.

From a long distance, I saw a group of people gathered together, and the noisy quarrel could be heard half a street away.

The worst thing was that most of the people around were medical students in black robes, half of them were brown robes from the law school, white robes from the seminary, and a few blue robes from the liberal arts school who were watching outside.

Such a large group of people blocked half of the entrance of the college, and one had to walk past them in order to enter.

Getting closer, Kraft heard what they were arguing about.

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

"What should I do?"

"Is there no bed left in medical school?"

"We can't just take it back!"

"Try it and it's right..."

"It doesn't make sense! Are you representatives of the gods like this?"

"I don't have the qualifications before graduation!"

"Is this something I can try?"

The crowd was so close that Kraft couldn't see what was going on inside the circle at all from the outside. He could only see the fierce quarrel between several colors by virtue of his height advantage. He couldn't tell who was talking to whom. The people watching were helpless.

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

This scene immediately activates Kraft's troublesome PTSD.It can't be a medical trouble, right?How old is this industry?Why are you just watching the door?Why not call it the Security Section?

Several thoughts flashed by, and Kraft realized that he is not in the hospital now, nor in the previous university. There is probably no special department for this kind of troublesome matter.

The person in charge of the gate of the college has no security function, he is just responsible for opening and closing the gate, and the solution can only be solved by someone with real power in the college.He didn't know who in the academy could take care of this matter, let alone how to solve it.

Kraft frowned, intending to follow the example of a certain man surnamed Han, "Seeing that the situation is not good, retreat behind everyone", bypassing the crowd and going to the classroom to prepare for class.

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

"Lecturer Kraft? Good morning!" The sharp-eyed black-robed student on the periphery easily recognized the popular new lecturer, his mouth was two steps faster than his brain, and he greeted directly, "I can occupy you for a while Is it time?"

This voice attracted the attention of all the students present, including a few who were arguing in the center, and everyone turned their heads to this side in unison.

"Lecturer Kraft?"

"Oh, Kraft, you've come just in time."

Turning around, there was a particularly familiar one with brown hair on top, which was Lucius.He was in the center of the crowd, and beside him was a seminary student in a white robe. His pale face turned red, and it seemed that it was indeed quite intense.

He stretched out his hand to part the crowd, trying to make way for Carat. "Excuse me, this is the lecturer of our medical school."

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

It's a shame, Kraft thought, that the seed is my own.It seems to be such a logic, he is already a lecturer in the medical school, and the only person present who is not a student, at least for now, he should take over.

And under the watchful eyes of everyone, the plan to sneak past fell through, and 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, and the scene was indeed similar to what he had imagined.

The anxious middle-aged man hugged the tear-stained child at a loss.The seminary students were holding books beside them, and Lucius looked at the kid, wanting to get started but didn't know how to pick it up, and the law school students didn't know what to do next.

Good guy, standard medical disputes come to the door, right?According to past experience, the next plot will change according to the specific situation, showing a complicated development trend, but today's class must not be thought about.

Seeing Kraft approaching, the middle-aged man knelt down while holding the child. Lucius quickly stretched out his hand to stop him for fear of hurting the child.The seminary student was hit and staggered backwards, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, Kraft rushed up and grabbed the man's shoulder with one hand, and lifted the child in his arms with the other.This child is not young at least, and his weight makes his shoulders sink, and he almost didn't stop him.

"Gris, why is it you?" He looked up at the man annoyed, and found that he was 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 can't help it." Boss Gris's voice was ambiguous, and the hoarse and sad vocal cords vibrated the air, with a hint of exhaustion and helplessness.

He must have been running for a long time, his face was covered with 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. It stands to reason that although there is a medical school on the college side, it generally does not provide treatment.

Unless there is some demonstration to be done occasionally, I will go to a patient with a small pocket to come for a temporary visit. It is still a school in essence.

When everyone is sick, even the students in the college, they go to the clinic outside to see a doctor, and more often they go to the church to pray. If they are lucky, the priest will give holy water and blessings.

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

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

Puzzled, Kraft looked at Lucius, hoping he could explain how the situation turned out like this.

"I've been to the church and several clinics, no." Lucius summed up the situation succinctly, and it was obvious that he was also in a hurry.As an outgoing and enthusiastic person, it is impossible for him to be unfamiliar with the owner of the tavern he often goes to. "Boss Gris is quite familiar with us, so he can only come to our place to try what we can do, even if it is prayer."

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that we are not qualified to take on the duties of a priest, and the church also said that we can only look at God's will." The seminary student patted his white robe helplessly.

After he graduates, this robe will have the opportunity to be changed to the official priest's robe with the holy emblem of the double-winged circle.Practicing medicine without a license may not catch you here, but working as a priest without a license is a serious matter.

"Try the head office. It's just a prayer for the patients. You know Boss Gris, don't you?"

"It's really not okay." The law student interjected and said in a low voice, "It's okay to say it in private, but it's really meaningless, and the seminary is also strictly controlled."

Kraft understood that the church placebo is ineffective, and the clinic can't do anything about it. It's an emergency.

"Sigh." Kraft sighed, the patient was desperate, and there was no higher-level hospital to transfer him, "So what are you waiting for, Lucius?"

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

This rule is not unexpected. To treat critically ill patients, one has to think about the bad effects in case of an accident, so there must be someone who can take the blame, and it can't be a student anyway.

Kraft is well aware of this, but it doesn't affect his choice, or he never thought it was a multiple-choice question.

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

(End of this chapter)