Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 89
"Is this serious?" William asked the most concerned question for the priest.The fat priest had already begun to wipe his sweat, and found that there was half a basin of water in his stomach. It was hard not to think of the extraordinary means of the heavenly father to punish evil deeds.

Adrian looked at Kraft's expression, as if he was about to tell good news.Sure enough, a terrible suggestion spewed out from the mouth that fully described the condition, making his eyes go dark.

"To be blunt, for the sake of your life, you must stop drinking, Father Adrian." While he was gasping for breath and his abdominal breathing was violent, Kraft pressed his palms to his ribs to supplement the liver and spleen palpation.

A normal person's liver should be a soft and smooth organ, but what he touched behind his right rib was a hard texture with slightly uneven bumps.

The spleen under the left rib can be touched under the costal arch, and excessive blood stasis makes it congested and swollen.This is an early symptom of portal vein obstruction leading to the liver, and Adrian's condition is more serious, and it is estimated to be moderately or even highly enlarged.

Kraft didn't dare to examine it carefully. The congested spleen was fragile like a water polo. If it ruptured due to external force, it would cause fatal hemorrhage.

"And you have to be careful about bumping and falling. I guess it's not easy to stop after you bleed." Kraft finished the short medical examination, and smoothed the white robe back to cover the priest's bulging stomach.

The situation is very serious, and there is no solution.Frankly speaking, the priest's current situation may not have a significant effect even if he quits drinking. The name Adrian has already been put on the schedule of meeting the Father, and it is nothing more than the difference between checking it earlier or later.

Considering the feel of the liver, the risk of liver cancer is very high, so he kind of wants to use his spiritual senses to give the priest an imaging report.

But the report is useless, and the current treatment methods can't extend his life until the day when liver cancer needs to be taken care of.Other complications will send him away early, and he may die unfortunately in a trauma due to the lack of clotting factors synthesized by the liver.

As part of his professional duty, Kraft also had to emphasize to them the only feasible solution at the moment: "Believers will not resist returning to the arms of the Heavenly Father, but if you still have nostalgia for the human world, I suggest you stop drinking."

"It's not that I haven't tried it, but once I quit drinking, my hands and feet tremble, I can't control my irritability, I can't sleep at night, and... there are some nonsense words. They say that I seem to be entangled by something, and I can't stop. come down."

Covering his head with only a circle of thinning hair in his hands, the symptoms he encountered during alcohol withdrawal made him question himself, whether he was really bewitched by the devil to be unable to control himself.

【Withdrawal reaction】

Not surprisingly, like most addictive substances, alcohol also has withdrawal reactions, shaking limbs, restless speech, and confusion.

People who can't help drinking two cups when they are connected to confession have to drink a lot of alcohol every day. The dependence is not accidental, but an inevitable result. When the reaction caused by sudden withdrawal is severe, it can lead to death.

"Don't worry too much. This is a normal reaction to quitting alcohol. As long as you gradually reduce the amount, the situation can be alleviated a lot." Kraft held Father Adrian's hand, and his identity was reversed. He became the priest who tried to persuade the other party to rein in the precipice.

"Ah, I really don't know how to thank you, I will try." The priest returned to the table, reluctantly pushed the glass bottle to William, and naturally picked up the unfilled glass with the other hand, "To celebrate my We have to meet a good doctor today, we..."

Kraft pushed the glass back on the table, "That's it for today. If you really want to express your thanks, let me see your wine making tools. I'm quite curious."

After some twists and turns, today he finally got his wish, and took the reluctant Adrian away from the wine glass, and entered the mysterious second-floor room with a strong aroma of wine.

Kraft, who had just stepped into the room, thought he had entered a small chapel.Different from the casual and loose furnishings downstairs, this place has been cleaned up exceptionally clean. A thick wooden table is placed in the middle of the wall, and a shiny small double-winged holy emblem is hung above it.

The ring body between the wings is also made of glass, which is round and smooth, and there are almost no traces of welding at the joints with the wings, which is a superb skill.

It would be a perfect match if the aroma of wine was replaced by incense, but what was placed on the table was not scriptures and wood carvings, but the priest's wine-making tools.

A drop-shaped retort with a long tail, the streamlined body of the bottle is tightened near the mouth, stretching out the twisted and slender neck, and leading it obliquely downward into a small bottle soaked in water.

The material used is white glass with high transparency, which is similar to the glass wings of the church.Served with the cheap tuber brew that's common in taverns

"I have to introduce this idea to you. If I hadn't accidentally poured wine into the pot as water, I would never have thought of doing this." Adrian took out a candle and lit it, and moved it to the bottom of the bottle. Force out the best part of it.”

"So I thought, can you collect them and ask Witcham to do this for me. You may not know him, but you must have seen his work. Those glass wings on the front door are Witchum's. masterpiece."

Watching him directly heat the bottom of the bottle with a flame, Kraft choked speechlessly. There is no water bath for heating, and the condensation depends on the long neck, air and water-soaked collection bottle. It is purely manual control, which is too outrageous.

"It can't reach that intensity just like this?"

"Indeed, I had to carefully control a temperature that wasn't too hot, and then I repeated what I got a few times, and finally it became a small bottle."

Condensation is unfavorable, temperature control is random, and a large amount of products are actually volatilized into the air. It is not the final product that really achieves the effect of smelling fragrance outside the alley, but the wasted part.

"I have an idea. Now that you know how to put the collection bottle into the water basin, you can't cool down the neck of the long bottle? Or connect a pipe that goes through the water?"

"Huh?" As an amateur alchemist driven by interest, the priest did not have the idea of ​​further improving the device. He was aware of the importance of cooling, but he was still limited to collecting cool down.

"Also, maybe we can use hot water to heat the retort for better control?" The poor chemical experiment knowledge of the alien soul came in handy, and it lived up to the good intentions of the chemistry teacher in middle school.

Thinking about it, the two of them started working immediately. With the addition of water bath and condensation, the distillation effect was greatly improved, even though the simple conditions only allowed him to water the long neck.

A broad road lay before the two of them. There was hope for a mass-produced, high-yield alcohol purification device, Kraft's new disinfection method, and start-up capital.

"Great, let's go to Witcham and ask him to make a few more sets for me, and we'll be able to build the church ourselves in a few years!" Father Adrian cheered, although he couldn't take a few sips of the wine, " But it’s definitely not as transparent as this set, and if you want such a good bottle, you can only go to the church to dismantle the materials.”

"I heard it was because of that alchemy potion?" Kraft remembered that his original purpose of coming here was to want a set of transparent glass instruments.

"Yes, he often complained to me, saying that without the acid, he couldn't make the original glass."

"acid?"

(End of this chapter)