Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

"disappear?"

"Yes, he disappeared." Martin opened his mouth silently, as if he wanted to spray the heavy words on the supervisor's face, smashing the face polished by long battles, but he noticed the surroundings After seeing a large number of people, he resisted the urge, "We are crowded in a place that can be sealed with two people. Why not search the entire banquet venue and find out which bastard hired this servant?"

The other party accepted Martin's suggestion, or order. Kraft felt that the two people should know each other, and that Martin's status might be higher, but he did not want to show this clearly to outsiders, and deliberately maintained a "less important person" status.

The people in the corridor gradually dispersed. It was not easy to disperse this group of people with different identities. It's not that they don't care about their lives, it's just that some kind of "honor" restricts their steps, and they have to show some bravery in front of similar people in a controlled manner. Although few even dare to approach the scene of the crime, this does not prevent them from proposing "high opinions" that come from unknown sources.

The supervisor listened to their "advantageous opinions" one by one from their own perspective, such as a snitch that can fly people over walls and walls, a potion that can cause permanent fainting, help from evil forces, and a short exorcism and protection prayer from the seminary.

The people from the medical school stayed until the end, and the people who had just been toasting and drinking together disappeared without a trace in the lounge next to them. It was really impossible not to be afraid. If the servant with ulterior motives just moved his finger, he could kill him. Most or even all of Westminster's high-end medical talents will not be able to recover within a dozen years.

Of course, in view of the preliminary understanding of the main diagnostic and treatment measures of everyone present, we should reserve our opinions on the impact of this possible incident on the future life expectancy of the local nobles.

Maynard was still looking at the room where Petrie disappeared in disbelief. "Professor Kraft, you have a deep understanding of this area. Is there any medicine that can achieve this effect?"

"I need a complete set of equipment, an assistant, and a few minutes to achieve a less stable anesthesia effect." If this method is available, it should be used long ago. Why wait for ether? Most modern and even modern anesthesia They all have to eat ashes. One step spans thousands of years. Wouldn't it be better for everyone to go straight to the finish line?

"Mentor, you should go back and rest early." Casting a questioning look at the professional-obsessed supervisor, Brimer advised, "We won't be of much help, and I'm afraid it's not safe here."

"You go ahead. I'll blow the wind for a while, so I can't be lost in public. Since both of them disappeared out of sight, it's probably just some shady trick." Fei Ernan shook his head and refused, without any fear.

"Professor Kraft, I heard he is a martial noble from the north. You should be able to stay and chat with me? You can't be as timid as my students, right?"

"If you wish, of course."

"Then I'll take everyone away first." Brimmer didn't mind the instructor's teasing, and insisted on taking the remaining invitees and students away with a somewhat eager attitude.

Unknowingly, the overcrowded corridor has been cleared, and the supervisor has found a reason to supervise his subordinates' work, escaping from Martin's murderous gaze, leaving only two people chatting about academics at the crime scene, and those who are ready to see the situation in the room for themselves. of Martin.

"Viscount Fernand, I won't disturb you two." Martin switched to polite mode without any hindrance, and wisely tried to break away from the next conversation that had nothing to do with him.

Fernand, who had just looked calm, stopped him, "No, Knight Martin, please stay for a while."

"Professor Kraft, can you tell me your opinion about the case just now?" After calling Martin, Fernand did not give any instructions, but directly changed the topic to continue the ended discussion.

"Which one?"

"The one in Brimurty."

"Well, the professors and lecturers have already said it very well, and I can't make too many additional suggestions." Kraft used the standard discussion starting point and gave himself some time to organize his answer. "In terms of diagnosis, I suggest Tracing the people around the patient can be traced back to several months before the onset of the disease if possible. Many patients will also have loss of appetite and subcutaneous swelling, which can often be felt on the neck."

After briefly estimating the size of Mycobacterium tuberculosis, he added: "I have a new study that might be able to see what's causing the disease, but it's going to take some craftsman help."

In fact, the possibility is very high. Not counting staining problems, it is conservatively estimated to be ten times smaller than red blood cells. But they don’t seem to be poor people here, so it’s reasonable to defraud some funds and technical support, right?

Fernand listened patiently to this explanation, nodded in approval, and did not even raise any doubts about the private goods, which made Kraft feel a little guilty, "Yes, the patient's wife suffered from chronic cough before her death, which made her She looks fair-skinned and slender. Oh, Martin, don’t look at me like that, this is an evaluation from a medical perspective.”

"We are very interested in your research. Also, do you have any insights about treatment?"

Kraft smelled his unfamiliar aura, the aura of not caring about investment. As expected of Rivers University, can these words make you run away? "As I said before, I am pessimistic about the treatment of this disease. There is currently no cure, and there is no basis for directly diagnosing the disease. However, from the perspective of this specialty, some immature solutions can also be proposed. .”

[Should the University of Fossil support my research? 】

Things went surprisingly smoothly, probably because his performance at the previous party was so good, and Professor Fernand was quite open-minded about the exchange of ideas across multiple disciplines, so he kept nodding. This is really an unexpected blessing. Being able to get assistance from a well-established university will greatly improve your trial and error ability and efficiency.

"So do you think this patient is suitable for these plans?"

"It needs to be based on the patient's specific physical condition. It is difficult to draw a conclusion without a face-to-face evaluation." For the sake of caution, he could not say everything. The discussion once again circled back to the case, which made him instinctively feel that some patients were clever and kept secrets. Concealing your medical history and risking your life by playing guessing games with the doctor.

Before Professor Fernand could say anything, Kraft noticed that Martin next to him slowly understood something and made a clear "ah" sound.

"Yes, you are the talent we need." Fernand gave the new professor an unexpected hug, showing a smile that contained both worry and hope that Kraft could not see. "Martin Knight, there is really not enough here. Safety, take our Professor Craft somewhere truly safe and confidential.”

"Now?" The situation was not going quite right. Kraft, who was being held by Martin and pulled away, felt that the two of them were unreasonably familiar, and they seemed to pay more attention than just filling in funds for the project. "I still have followers. , can’t you wait for me to arrange homework for them all night?”

"We will then bring your assistants in a completely safe way, since it is not safe anywhere outside for someone to sneak in."

Good news: I got an extra day off(`)

Bad news: because of Yang...(ω`)

Another good news: the strong author got up and updated)*