Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 70 Return Visit
Gary remembered this man.Even though he was wearing a mask, that young and steady voice was still impressive, with a power against fear, and those who heard it could not help but believe what he said.

A few days after he went to the academy to get help, the young doctor named Kraft unexpectedly showed up in the salt tide area, where no one in his right mind would go, and went door-to-door, claiming to help them Rebuild two wells to resolve lethargy caused by toxic water sources.

"Hello, if I remember correctly, your name is Gary, right?"

The bird-headed man was holding a rectangular wooden board with a clamping structure removed from somewhere on the upper edge to help him fix the paper on it.

Questions were used, but the pen had already written something on the paper quickly. The question just now was just a routine, and I had already made a judgment in my heart.

"Ah, yes, it's me. I didn't expect you to remember." Gary closed the door behind him, blocking the messy interior.

There is no custom in the salt tide area to invite visitors into the house.Not for politeness or any other cultural reasons, just because the hut is too small for more people and there is no room to sit.

"If you have time, I would like to take a moment of your time and ask a few questions, which may help us deal with this strange disease." Kraft dipped the nib of ink in the ink bottle Lucius was holding, "No It involves something that is not well suited for answering."

Honestly speaking as always, Gary couldn't find a reason to refuse the request of a doctor who came to the salt tide area for free to solve the problem, let alone he didn't need to pay anything.

Of course, there are few good people without a reason in the world. People who are as good as the saints of the church often have plots.However, Gary didn't realize that there was something good about him. He worked fewer and fewer hours for a month, and the people in this place would definitely not be able to squeeze out half of the extra copper coins.

"As long as I know." Gary nodded.

Kraft, who was allowed to do so, began his own investigation with a prepared question: "Did the time of waking up change after not drinking the water from that well?"

The first question stumped Gary. He hesitated for a while before giving an inaccurate answer: "It seems to be a little earlier, but I'm not sure. It may not change, it's still at noon."

The tip of the pen draws a small cross on the paper, followed by a small horizontal line, separated by a slash in the middle—may or may not, pending further confirmation.After all, there is no accurate timing tool here, and patients all answer according to their subjective feelings, so it is not sure.

On the entire sheet of paper, the first item after the densely packed names and numbers are mostly ambiguous records, and only a few of them indicate that they can be sure.

"Sorry, I'm really... not sure." Gary twisted his hands, feeling a little embarrassed that he couldn't give a definite answer to the first question.

"It doesn't matter, as long as you tell your true feelings, there is no right or wrong answer. If you are not sure, it is still an answer." Kraft said that it does not matter, and moved the tip of the pen to the next block, "Did you have a dream recently?"

"Dreams of any kind, such as dreams in which you are in a place that resembles your own home, or dreams in which you wake up with no memory at all count."

This question is like a prelude to some priests or metaphysical scammers asking for money. Gary shook his head blankly. He didn't remember any dreams. He only remembered sleeping with nothing, closing his eyes, and then waking up when the sky was bright. .

"No, not once." Speaking of this, Gary felt an inexplicable chill, as if the devil came to take his soul in the dead of night and put it back the next day.

When he said this, he felt that the eyes behind the red lenses were paying special attention, staring at him with solid eyes, as if something like an invisible atmosphere descended here.

After getting a negative answer, the tension disappeared, and the bird-headed man drew a small horizontal minus sign on the paper, and his tone showed a little relaxation that he may not have noticed.

"That's really nice."

The beak lifts, and Gary thinks he's smiling, but doesn't understand what's so good about it, because it's not dreaming?

"Never mind, sometimes dreams are a harbinger of something, and nothing happens is better than unexplained dreams?"

"You're right." Gary didn't understand this kind of twisted words, but instinctively agreed.

"Is there any discomfort in your body recently? Pain, dizziness, cough, or diarrhea."

"That's true. Recently, the foot pain has happened again, and it hurts even more." Speaking of this, Gary was still a little scared.

That kind of pain is like tearing out a bone, and the pain is so painful that it is difficult to move, but now he has to spend half of his working time every day, so he can't stay out because of this.

Originally, he wanted to ask, but he was afraid that it had nothing to do with sleeping sickness and would offend Kraft.But since the latter offered it, that's all the better.

"Let me see your feet." This sentence was superfluous. Kraft looked down and saw that Gary was not wearing shoes at all. Does not reveal the original color of the skin.

The connecting joint between the thumb and the sole of the foot looked a little swollen. Due to the color of the skin, he couldn't tell if there was any redness or swelling, so he squatted down and stretched out his hand to press it.

Seeing that he was wearing a pair of exquisite gloves of unknown leather, Gary shrank his feet subconsciously.

"Don't move, I'll press it, tell me if it hurts?"

This place is called the first metatarsophalangeal joint, and as soon as it was pressed, Gary showed obvious pain.Kraft let go, pressing all the way up until his ankle hurt.

"Joint sand." He said, this is another name for gout in the Wendeng port of this world. It is named after the uric acid condenses into tophi in the joints, and the things squeezed out after inflammation and ulceration look like sand grains and small stones. What have you eaten recently?"

It is not uncommon in port cities. There is a lot of seafood in the diet, and the increase in purines caused by drinking beer makes no sense that the metabolite uric acid is not high.

This time, Gary's recollection time is very short, and he answered after a little recollection: "Bread, some cheap fish, and the shells my wife picked up at the beach."

"Eat less sea food, drink more water, and don't drink beer. It is best to change the staple food." There is no symptomatic medicine, and we can only start with dietary adjustment, which can be somewhat controlled.

Gary, who got the answer, didn't have much joy on his face, and asked numbly: "Is there no other way?"

"Not yet." Of course there is, but not now, and neither do I.

As is customary, Kraft, who is a bit of a clean freak, can't wait to take off his gloves and throw them into the rhubarb trash can.Just as I was about to do it, I realized that this was not a hospital, nor were I wearing disposable rubber gloves.

With his right hand in the air and the clipboard and pen in his left, he appealed to Lucius, "Give me a piece of linen, thank you."

After wiping the gloves and throwing the linen into the nearby garbage dump, Kraft turned back to Gary and was about to explain to him about diet control, but soon realized that it was completely unreasonable.

In Wendeng Port, some cheap fish and shellfish that can be found everywhere are the most cost-effective sources of protein and fat for heavy manual laborers on the dock. If you want to find an alternative, or simply rely on a lot of starchy food, even black bread, it seems Not very realistic either.

"Drink more water, I will come again next time, tell me if you feel uncomfortable." Writing the abbreviation of "joint sand" on the last blank, Kraft bid farewell to Gary, and took Lucius to the shed next door. go.

It's too bad, I hope this is over soon, he thought, knocking on another door.

This difficult work did not stop until evening, and the tightly packed small pieces of information filled a small stack of papers.

The two returned to Kraft's new residence for a temporary rest, changed the black robe and beak mask, and found a place to have a good meal to relieve the fatigue of the day
As usual, each person has a grilled fish, vegetable soup, and quite good white bread. Kraft's own default reasonable dinner is rich in nutrition and suitable in portion.He took a sip of soup and said, "Let's check again in two days."

"It's so short, it's probably not as obvious as it is today, right?" Lucius just stuffed a piece of bread into his mouth and almost couldn't spit it out. He's not a well-trained person like Kraft, even if he mostly walks, It is also very tiring for most of the day.

Kraft pushed away the soup bowl, recalling the few sheets of paper that he had sorted out today, feeling like he had lost his appetite, and had to turn them into color-coded floor plans when he went back, and there were more requirements he had for himself.

"It was an important experience, Lucius. I don't mean trekking through the salt tide all day, but sorting out a case of mass illness from a new substance."

The numbers after those names were the numbers for each shack in memory, and he tried to map the information he collected onto the map in his mind.The distribution is not very uniform, but I can't see anything for the time being.

"We need to collect information frequently, use these things to describe the continuous development process, record the outcome, look for some general laws, and summarize countermeasures to prepare for this situation in the future."

"In the future?" Lucius heard the implication, "Do you think there will be many such things in the future, so many that we need to organize a special category?"

"Why do you think this is about to end?" The boss came over with Lucius' grilled fish, and Kraft stopped talking, "Anyway, let's do this first, something is always better than nothing, I need to give Do you pay a salary?"

"Forget it, I think what you said makes sense." Lucius picked up the grilled fish and took a bite. Since someone was treating guests, this is the third serving. It is served with vegetable soup to relieve the tiredness. eat all back.

He chewed and ate half of it before noticing that the food in front of Kraft hadn't moved much, "Aren't you hungry?"

"Hey, I just remembered something." Leaning on the back of the chair, Kraft sighed, "I think there are some things that I can't cure, or no matter how superb the medical skills are, it's useless."

"Which one do you say?"

"It's not one, there are big and small, they are all the same in essence. I can fully understand that the obstacles cannot be removed by me alone, but I still often have unrealistic fantasies."

"Your speech today has the taste of those who are engaged in philosophy in the academy." Lucius put down the gnawed fish bones, "If you don't eat them, have you considered giving them to me?"

"Forget it, let's eat." Kraft also tasted the grilled fish, and the taste was just right.A day's work begins with a dinner and ends with a dinner.

(End of this chapter)