Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

It was a sound as dense as a summer shower, splashing on the windows of the high compartment, and the warm atmosphere was high.

The sleepy Kupp was awakened from his drowsiness, just in time to hear the host read a few familiar words. He suddenly jumped up and widened his eyes. From a high overlook, he could see the entire main hall at a glance.

The moving crowds are crowded on the stairs with different heights. The space in the inner circle becomes more crowded, and scholars compete for the baked and heated air. It’s not that they like it, it’s that there’s no place closer to the center of the lowest point. Therefore, the most comfortable but far away high-rise single rooms were reserved.

When the harried venue staff heard that no closer viewing was required, they were almost gratefully handed over the keys to the cubicles.

"The time is up." Kupp saw a tall man walking from the outside, carrying a large wooden box, "Do you want to come over and take a look?"

"Um."

In order to facilitate observation of the condition, Yvonne was also taken to the Rivers University residence. Since the second treatment, she has always been sleepy at any time and has been unable to attend several dinner parties. However, her appetite has not decreased with the activities. Most of the snacks and drinks that Kraft asked Coop to take with him when he arrived were eaten unknowingly.

Before Coop reminded her, she took three bites of the pastry and stuffed it into her mouth. She moved closer to the terrace window and easily recognized the next protagonist.

There is no need to make any effort to identify. Wherever the iconic floodlight hair color reaches, the crowds in black robes automatically retreat to both sides to make way for them to pass, like candles pushing back the undercurrent.

And another thought that she couldn't explain the origin of and that was completely inconsistent with the doctor's usual image grew in her mind. She felt that it was more like some kind of transparent giant pushing through the crowd, with a wide body that could reach the height of the chandelier pendant.

This feeling was too strong to be ignored or explained as a personal aura. In a daze, she even felt that she could see the shape of the giant thing. It strode majestically in the courtyard, its body passing through the crowds and surrounding the stairs, in the crowd. The hall was spotless; the enthusiastic audience admired and praised the gold oak leaf badge.

The crowd, including her and Coop, were just like embers floating on the sea. They had been on the surface of the water at most in their lives and knew nothing about the shadows under the water.

【fear】

Fear of the occurrence of the wrong object. This made her mind clearer. Yvonne couldn't understand why she had such emotions towards Kraft. It seemed that it did not come from rationality and sensibility at all, but was conveyed to her by some thought that was connected with her own.

The inaudible whisper reappeared in her ears, and this time she seemed to understand the meaning. She went beyond the indirect transformation, expression, and re-understanding of spoken language and vocabulary, and went straight to the original meaning. She wanted to escape from this place and stay away from the person who was carefully holding the glass container. figure.

Of course this won't work. She grasped the window sill and bit the tip of her tongue lightly, trying to escape from the feeling. However, she unexpectedly tasted a trace of blood and found that she had bitten her tongue too hard.

"Here we go." Coop occupied the other side of the window, rubbing half a cookie unconsciously with his hands, and the crumbs kept falling. It was impossible to restrain the tension. Even though the same operation was repeated many times in Solace Harbor, the patient came from the most familiar group - a dock worker who was accidentally injured at work and had been dragged down by folk remedies for too long.

The patient is ready and lies down in the prepared position.

The improved version of the inhaler is a double-valve glass bottle, which is closer to the early version of the ether atomization device. The patient holds one of them to breathe, and the gas entering from the other valve will atomize it through the liquid in the round bottle. Transform into the mouth. This allows for smaller, more uniform doses to be administered and requires more time to complete anesthesia.

The patient was surrounded by people and inhaled anxiously. The court fell silent, and amid the questioning and expectant gazes, he felt an irresistible sleepiness, his eyes gradually closed and he fell into a dream.

When the complete set of metal utensils were spread out one by one, the silence reached its extreme. Every breath was held, waiting for that moment to come. The only sound left on the field was the crisp jingle of small pliers hitting the wall of the alcohol cotton bottle. Then the blade is picked up from the instrument tray and brought close to the patient's skin. The distance is too far to see clearly.

Just as Yvonne suppressed the whisper in her heart, another whisper appeared in her ears. This time it was a real voice, coming from the group of people closest to the operating table, spreading to the outer circle.

"The anesthesia was successful."

There is no need to see the wound. This has been often heard in the clinic in Solace Harbor. It is the exclamation when seeing the still breathing person showing no reaction to the pain of peeling off the flesh and blood, and instinctively lowering the voice because of the awe of this scene. , quietly conveying the shock that cannot be enjoyed exclusively.

Kraft lowered his head and concentrated on the operation. His movements were fast and clean. This was a speed requirement that could not be avoided under the current conditions. He explained that under the premise of correctness and accuracy, the shorter the exposure time of the wound, the better, which will be directly related to healing.

But when watching it, it still makes people think of him wielding a sword. Coop looked at the precise control of the human body with envy, "I heard that this is a minor operation. It only needs to remove the gangrene, which is mostly limited to the distal phalanx." .”

"What?"

"Distal phalanx." Coop confirmed, spelling it out again. This is part of recent teaching achievements. Kraft mentioned demonstration cases and just added relevant vocabulary to the learning scope.

Yvonne ignored him. She didn't have the energy left to think about what this word meant and why Coop would start learning these things that didn't look like normal progress again.

After the unprovoked whispers ended, there was a vague phantom pain, sometimes as if some unidentified part of the body was being pulled, and sometimes it concentrated on the back of the neck and shoulders.

His hands tightened their grip on the window frame, trying to divert the pain, but to no avail. This kind of pain is not like the past headaches and abdominal pains that can be relieved by pressing the pain points. Instead, it sticks to the spirit like those sounds and erodes into the soul.

Instinctively, she wanted to turn the pain into shouts and moans, but her understanding of the importance of this party made her restrain herself. The operation needed to go smoothly, and it had to go smoothly.

Maybe the previous decision was indeed wrong, and you shouldn't touch those things without permission. She could no longer remember what happened after drinking the bottle of liquid. What remained in her memory were the colorful dreams, the dim moon wheel, and something that responded to her strong desire. She could understand the meaning beyond this world without any explanation.

【I don’t regret it】

She did not want to be a meaningless embers, spending the kind of life that she had experienced in the past and witnessed the experiences of others, drifting with force majeure and having no control over her. Even though it might be a life of ignorance and happiness, she still couldn't do it before she died. See what's beneath the water's surface.

Kupu was still talking about how sophisticated the artist's technique was, and what it would be like if he could learn it.

That is to use cumbersome and sophisticated methods to save the extinguished ember point, prolonging its pitiful, fragile and short-lived journey that is destined to end. The tall doctor held small instruments and bowed in front of the stage.

When his mind was blurred, the illusion of an invisible and transparent giant came again. It seemed to be standing upright on a place where it was difficult to settle, bending its waist that was not restricted by angles, and looking down at the patients on the table. Huge and tiny, the shadows under the water focused on the ember point, everything was so absurd that it was shattered in an instant.

The operation was quick. When she got used to the pain a little, she looked up at the operating table and saw that Kraft was already wrapping cotton cloth around the affected area.

An old man with white beard and hair and an oak leaf badge on his chest walked up to the stage, held the healthy hand, and asked the patient who opened his sleepy eyes:

"Did you feel any pain?"

He obviously hadn't figured out the situation yet. Professor Fellman was still swinging his limbs. It took him a while to realize where he was, and he asked as if he had just woken up from a dream:

"No, is the operation about to begin?"

The negative word traveled clearly throughout the hall and then returned from the wall for those who still couldn't believe it to reflect on it a second time. The noise drowned out the unfinished words, and the patient looked blankly at his tightly bandaged hands amid countless questions.

Kupp cheered and released his hands, joining the maker of the sound. The biscuit crumbs fell, and the scholar who was covered with them leaned forward carelessly, stood on the chair and crossed the crowd that blocked his view.

Yvonne finally no longer had to keep silent, she let go of the window edge and wiped away the debris that had gotten on her at some point.

The movement suddenly stopped, and she spread her palms suspiciously, observing the things that were a bit prickly and didn't look like cookie crumbs.

Not a baked crunchy cereal. They were sharp and rough, coming from the hardwood window frames, wrenched out in chunks and twisted to pieces.