Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 91 Visit

Chapter 91 Visit
"I don't understand why you bring apples."

The priest reached into the grain bag, groped for a while, and pulled out a slightly green apple, less than half the size of his fist.

This kind of fruit, which may enter thousands of households in the future, has not yet been fully domesticated by humans, and the vicinity of Comfort Harbor is not considered a suitable climate for planting, and its growth is not satisfactory.

The outer skin at the junction of red and green has shrunk slightly, and the moisture was taken away by the wind and sun during untimely transportation. The buyer picked out some of them that were in good condition and put them into the bag provided by the vendor. bran.

Wiping the dust off the peel on the white robe, Adrian chewed the fluffy pulp, the lack of juice was not enough to make up for the saliva he secreted.

"Generally, it's not as good as my family's, and it's not suitable for drinking." The priest finished eating the apples, feeling dissatisfied.After walking half of the port area under the sun, my thirst still hasn’t been relieved, so I’m going to try another fuller one.

Kraft tightened his pockets and slapped his hands away. It was not easy to find a place to buy fruit. After all, most fruits were not resistant to transportation, and the apples we usually saw were mainly in the form of cider.

"Shouldn't you bring some fruit when you visit the sick?"

"What's the point? You came to see a doctor, right?" The fat hand threw away the fruit core and rubbed it on his body twice. There was not enough sugar and it didn't feel sticky. , why don't you bring some wine?"

"Let's talk about the person we're looking for today." Kraft gently rubbed his forehead to ease the blood pressure that had been raised out of thin air, and he seemed to have another headache.

But one thing the priest said was right, there was no need to bring fruit to the door.But I always feel that it is inconvenient to come to the door empty-handed to show goodwill. It just so happens that apples have a special meaning to souls from other worlds, and buying them on the road is a good start to the day.

"What are you talking about? Haven't you already said it? I used to work with someone who made me sick, but I fell like that after I fell. It's all up to my daughter to take care of him."

"No details?" Kraft wanted to hear more relevant information before entering the door, planned ahead of time what he should ask, and compared it with the statements of the other party's family members.After all, face-to-face is not suitable for two people to communicate in private.

"The last time I went there, he couldn't say anything. He was lying on the bed, and his excrement had to be cleaned up by my daughter." Few people can maintain a peaceful mind when talking about these things, and Father Adrian is no exception.

He is still a qualified priest when he is not talking about alcohol, and he has a heart of compassion for the world, and the experience of this family is the most unfortunate one he knows.

"I can feel him still conscious, trapped in a shell that doesn't have any limbs. Can chew food, cough non-stop, breathe hard like Witchum tugging on his old bellows, slur his words between gasps —something. I privately advised his daughter not to take him to church."

"You know, I'm a relatively open-minded kind." Adrian explained, "But there are some stubborn 'old-school' characters in the church. Their views are terrible."

Kraft nodded in agreement. The most devout believers should carefully consider whether to hand over to religious forces when such a situation arises. Of course, most of the time they do not have the ability to make their own decisions.

Along the roadway paved with gravel, the priest led Kraft into it while talking. The place far away from the street is roughly the same as Wendeng Port.
"His daughter, I don't know what to say . . . two people to feed. What's going to happen, what's going to be done?"

He really didn't know what to say, at least the moral education established by the church for many years made him have to avoid direct narration and organize his language from scratch, "She is still so young, why don't she go to learn from those people in the port?"

There is some indignation between the words and sentences, and the direction is unclear.

Kraft didn't know what to say. He held the apple and listened to the priest's complaints silently. He realized that the two of them still had something in common, and they would come into contact with unpleasant things to some extent.

On a small path with few pedestrians, there are footsteps behind him.He patted the priest on the shoulder, motioning for someone to approach, don't continue talking, even if the intention is not the case, he should avoid bad influence on people's reputation.

Before the priest could shut up, a female voice sounded from behind, "Are you talking about Yvonne?"

"What Yvonne? I'm talking about those at the port tavern..." Adrian reacted very quickly. After realizing the problem, he immediately wanted to expose the matter and divert the attention of others. "Uh, good afternoon, Yvonne."

A chestnut-haired girl stood around the upper corner, watching them with her arms akimbo.This is far from what the priest said, and he has heard more than half of it.

Kraft was so embarrassed that he wanted to learn how to lie on the sofa, hiding behind the priest's fat body to reduce his sense of existence, wishing he could stuff himself into an apple bag.

Before being suspended, Adrian was a long-time priest anyway, and his thick skin was also part of his work. He actually insisted on talking about the scene of being bumped into behind his back, pretending nothing happened, and using Kraft to attract firepower.

"I found a new doctor for your father, who is as accurate as a clairvoyant in the holy scriptures, and he saw my liver disease." He took a step back, revealing Kraft, who was staring at the apple bag and staying out of the way, who was embarrassed He made a professional awkward smile, but couldn't find the corresponding etiquette.

There was no way to avoid meeting each other on a narrow road. He stepped forward and handed out the bag to the girl whose height just reached his chest, as if being picked up by a parent when visiting a strange relative, trying to ease the atmosphere through the process.

"Hello, I'm Kraft Wood, a lecturer at Wendenggang Medical College. I was invited by Father Adrian to come here for diagnosis and treatment. I hope to help your father's condition." I also hope to ask some questions about that alchemy teacher news.

It's true to try to diagnose and treat, but looking for clues is the main purpose.If the purpose is impure, the aura will be a bit weaker, and there is no confidence in the treatment of suspected stroke cases, so the more you talk, the more empty you are.

Yvonne looked suspiciously at the doctor who was brought by the priest. His name had a long prefix, and he added his surname when he signed up, which seemed unusual.The priest's opinion was proved, and the girl hesitated a little, but didn't reach out to take the bag that was handed over.

The scene froze, and Kraft looked at Adrian for help. Although this person was the culprit of the current scene, at least he knew him better, didn't he?
The priest finally played an active role, took over the bag, took Kraft's place, and explained to Yvonne: "Mr. Kraft has a unique way of looking at the cause of the disease, which is different from the previous doctors. In the bag It's an apple for you, you're welcome."

"Thank you, Father." It was probably because Adrian had a good relationship with her before, at least they got to know each other when he was looking for information for Witchum.After he spoke, Yvonne relaxed her tense little face and thanked him politely, but she still didn't take the apple.

"But if you are looking for my father, I'm afraid you are a few days late."

The new doctor didn't show any hope or other expressions on the girl's face, only a calm to numb expression, which Kraft sometimes sees in adults, is the kind of repeated star points of hope and greater disappointment in the long course of illness, Beat out the remaining emotions like sparks, leaving a lifeless piece of hard iron.

But there wasn't another adult in the family to take care of everything, so it was a child of course.

She didn't seem very sad, even a little relieved, and told the result plainly, "He passed away three days ago, and he didn't tell me the things you asked about."

(End of this chapter)

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