The next day, Lane saw Kraft walking out of the room with a tired look on his face.
"Didn't you sleep well?"
"No, I read for half the night and wanted to fulfill my duties as a lecturer before leaving." Kraft said, "Ryan, can I ask you to go find what you want to buy by yourself today? I can do that."
I entrust you with my money."
As the saying goes, no merit will be rewarded, and it seems a little embarrassing to run away after taking benefits. Kraft still wanted to make some contribution before leaving.
He took out his money bag, grabbed a few silver coins from it, and handed the rest to Ryan along with the bag.
"No problem. Before that, let's go find something to eat together?" Ryan was just thinking about how to find a reason to act alone. Craft himself made the request, which just made it easier for him to go to see the mason alone. Yesterday
The stone hand carved with runes that I want will probably be available this afternoon.
After finishing breakfast, the two went out and split up. Lane quickly disappeared from Kraft's sight again on horseback, which made him a little confused. He always felt that his cousin had already locked the target.
But he quickly put this little problem behind him, put on his badge, and decided to walk to the college not far away. On the way, he could reorganize what he had planned to talk about yesterday.
In fact, he had some clues about what he was going to talk about when he read the book "Humoral Science". When he saw that "Human Structure" had already drawn the yellow liquid from the liver, gallbladder to the intestine, that is, the structure of bile.
After sorting out the pathways, the entire lecture idea can be decided.
From a logical point of view, even if dancing with shackles in the current framework, it can indeed explain why the patient has yellow-stained skin and whites of the eyes with "excess yellow fluid", but still loses weight, has edema and has indigestion. The content of "Human Body Structure" is enough
He explains this.
In the soft morning light of the morning, Kraft was dressed in black medical school uniform, wearing a silver badge on his chest, and holding three books. He walked slowly towards the college, and mixed in various scholar robes not far from the door.
In middle school, it feels no different from taking classes in college.
As the outline was organized, he began to take the initiative to add more knowledge that might be involved and rehearse the questions and doubts he might encounter. From the third porta hepatis down to the first porta hepatis, then along the common hepatic duct to merge with the cystic duct and enter the gallbladder.
The location and contents of the common duct, the gallbladder triangle, and even blood vessels, lymph, and ligaments that had not been carefully memorized were all added to the imaginary structural diagram.
The abnormal feeling that had appeared several times came to him again, and the clear and unmistakable memory made him feel that his brain was not his own.
Kraft couldn't remember his name there for a long time, but the painful memory of memorizing it was still vivid. If he really had this kind of memory, he would definitely not have to stay up late to prepare for the exam, not to mention that these contents were simply nothing to him at the time.
After a quick glance, yesterday's crude "Human Structure" was even less likely to provide these things.
Almost with some fear, he continued to try to find more content in his mind to confirm his conjecture. Those things that he thought had faded over a long period of time were neatly listed there at some point.
It was as if someone had broken into his most private storage room without him realizing it, repainting the whitish murals without permission, and rearranging the books scattered on the floor.
The lost items that he thought he could never get again were placed in the place where he had just checked them the moment he turned around, just because he thought of them.
He couldn't understand how this happened. He even recalled the page numbers in the book. The black and white pictures were right in front of him. The numbers were marked on the pictures, and the names of the corresponding parts were neatly arranged next to them.
Kraft was finally convinced of the abnormality in his body. If there was nothing wrong, it was after that unreasonable high fever that the wall seemed to have been torn down, and his consciousness was released from the narrow and restricted space, canceling some kind of
Born with limitations, he can expand himself arbitrarily.
Its expansion is not controlled by subjective thoughts. As long as it is triggered, it will ask for and dig to find more information from all possible places. It uses the signals collected by eyes, ears, touch and all receptors to
The dusty things that are hard to reach deep in the memory are all within the territory of this liberated monster.
There's only one thing it can't find - where it comes from.
Fever, strange dreams, subconscious avoidance, after a series of events, the consciousness begins its infinite expansion, but it still cannot touch what happened at the origin of everything. It only knows its existence, but does not know what it is.
His consciousness was uncontrollably focused on that point, the light in front of him dimmed, the noise of the crowd was moving away from him, and a severe feeling of weightlessness came over him. He understood that this was the price of the meager benefits he had obtained, and he would never be able to get rid of himself.
There is an existence that cannot be explained.
He thought he left that place the next day, but he was a little unsure now. Even though this consciousness exhausted all the information he knew, he still stood in the unknowable and unfathomable darkness, staring at the incomprehensible
During the long night, the invisible thing was right in front of him, and he could never touch it. Even being aware of its existence was already the limit.
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"Lecturer Kraft?"
"Craft!"
The light returned in an instant, as if everything just now was just a pure hallucination, and there was even a faint thought that it was just a syncope caused by hypoglycemia.
Kraft rejected this idea, blinked, and adjusted to the light again. What appeared in front of him was a brown-haired head, looking down at him with a worried look on his face. Severe pain came from the back of his head, and he found that he was lying on the bed.
On the ground in front of the medical school.
"Lucius?" Kraft found that he didn't seem to be panicked. It seemed that his emotions were still floating in the air and had not returned. Only the remaining thin fear remained. The voice was so calm that it didn't sound like it was coming from his own voice, which was the same as when he woke up from a dream last time.
Come the same.
Instinct is trying to erase what it cannot accept, but this time it fails. Kraft grasps the truth, at least a corner of it, a corner that is terrible and has to be faced.
"Just call me Kraft. It's just low blood sugar. Can you help me?" Craft made up an excuse without any trouble, and Kraft stretched out his hand to Lucius, motioning to give him a hand.
"Uh, what do you mean by 'blood' and 'sugar'?" Lucius reached out and pulled Kraft up. The worry on his face had not dissipated, but a new combination of words drew his attention.
"It's nothing, it's just a new term. We'll have plenty of time to talk about it in the future." Kraft dusted himself off and said, "I seem to have forgotten to make an appointment today. Can you tell me when is the right time for me to fulfill my duties as a lecturer?"
He even smiled at Lucius, dispelling his doubts.
"Of course, if you don't mind, please sit in the empty classroom for a while and I'll tell the other students."
The strange and inexplicable feeling lingered, but at least today, Kraft felt that he could finish the lecture before thinking about these clueless things.
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"I'm so happy that so many people come to listen to my class. I bet my teacher never thought that I would have such a day." In the formal classroom, which is more spacious than yesterday's anatomy classroom, Kraft started with a self-deprecating remark.
, there was a slight laugh from the audience.
"What I want to talk about today is a theory put forward by an ancestor. Of course, it was confirmed based on some unexplainable reasons.
Everyone should have a good understanding of the book "Humoral Science". It mentions yellow complexion caused by excessive yellow fluid, as well as the patient's simultaneous symptoms of anorexia, weight loss, and diarrhea after eating fatty foods.
The mainstream view has always been that this situation is contrary to the function of yellow liquid in digesting food, but in fact, it has been explained in the book "Human Structure", but the author himself did not realize it." He turned around and looked behind him.
On a dark wooden board, use small pieces of lime to draw the bile pathway from the liver to the descending duodenum.
"In fact, it is obvious that everyone should realize that this yellow liquid has only one and only such a narrow path from the liver to the intestines.
Then why can't it mean that it has no chance to reach where it should go? It can be blocked in a certain section of this pipeline, and it may not even come out of the liver or be excreted into the intestines. Naturally,
Digestive capacity is greatly weakened.
Of course, I have to say that there are more complex mechanisms at work here, and the causes of these symptoms are by no means so simple. But what we are going to do today is just to discuss these two situations...
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...In short, after understanding that there are many reasons that can cause jaundice to accumulate in the body and not enter the intestines, the contradiction between jaundice, weight loss, and anorexia will naturally be self-defeating.
I believe that understanding the structure of the human body is an extremely important part of the development of medicine, and will explain and overturn countless original things. In order to gain a deeper understanding, even breaking through some traditions is acceptable.
Thank you all, that’s all my class, I hope it can be helpful.”
Kraft ended his course. The classroom was unusually quiet. The questions and doubts he imagined did not appear. There was only the sound of recording in the audience. There is no such custom as applause here, which is a reflection of students' respect for the knowledge imparter.
Due to the solemn silence and serious writing, Kraft discovered the thoughtful Professor Kalman in the audience.
Realizing that Kraft was looking at him, Professor Kalman stood up carefully without disturbing the students around him who were still thinking about the records.
"Perhaps the position of a lecturer is too stingy for you. I have never seen a family with this level of obscurity." He came closer and whispered, "But this is all I can give for the time being.
Maybe you can become a professor sooner or later."
Kalman paused for a moment, looking around at the students who didn't pay attention. He lowered his voice again, and at a volume that was almost inaudible, he asked in Kraft's ear: "What you said about 'breaking through some traditions'
