It was a sound as dense as a summer shower, splashing on the windows of the high compartments, and the warm atmosphere was high.
The sleepy Kupp was awakened from his drowsiness. He happened to hear the host read a few familiar words. He suddenly jumped up and widened his eyes. Under the overlooking view from a high place, he could see the entire main hall at a glance.
Thousands of people are crowded on the stairs with different heights. The space in the inner circle becomes more crowded. Scholars compete for the baked and heated air. It is not that they like this environment, but because there is no other place that is closer to the lowest point than here.
center. Therefore, the most comfortable but far away high-rise single rooms were reserved.
When the anxious venue staff heard that they were not required to have a closer look, they handed over the cubicle keys to them almost gratefully.
"It's time." 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 the observation of her condition, Yin Feng was also taken to the residence of Rivers University. Since the second treatment, she has always been sleepy at any time and failed 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 without even realizing it.
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 it. Wherever the iconic floodlight color reaches, the people in black robes automatically retreat to both sides, making way for them to pass, just like candles pushing back the undercurrent.
Another thought that she could not explain came from and was completely inconsistent with the doctor's usual image. She felt that it was more like some kind of transparent giant pushing through the crowd. Its broad body 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 passed through the bodies of the people, circling the stairs, and walking in the crowd.
The hall was spotless; the enthusiastic audience admired and admired the gold oak leaf badge.
The crowd, including her and Coop, were just like floating at the end of the sea. They would end up at the surface of the water at most in their lives, knowing nothing about the shadows under the water.
【fear】
The fear of the wrong person. This made his mind clearer. Yin Feng could not understand why he had such emotions towards Kraft. It seemed that it did not come from rationality and sensibility at all, but from some thought transmission that was connected with himself.
give her.
The inaudible whisper reappeared in her ears, and this time she seemed to understand the meaning. She transcended the indirect transformation of spoken language and vocabulary, expressed and then understood, 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 wouldn't work. She grabbed the window sill and bit the tip of her tongue, 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 and rubbed half a cookie unconsciously with his hands, and the crumbs kept falling. He couldn't restrain the tension. Even if the same operation was repeated many times in Solace Harbor, the patient could not help but feel nervous.
It comes from the most familiar group - a dock worker who was accidentally injured at work and was 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.
It dissolves and enters the mouth. This makes the dosage smaller and more uniform, and takes more time to complete anesthesia.
The patient was surrounded by everyone and breathed in uneasily. The place became quiet, and in the focus of questioning and expectant eyes, he felt an irresistible sleepiness, and his eyes gradually closed and 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 was picked up from the instrument tray and brought close to the patient's skin. The distance was too far to see clearly.
Just as Yin Feng suppressed the whisper in his heart, another whisper appeared in his ears again. This time it was a real voice, coming from a 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 a person who is still breathing showing no reaction to the pain of peeling off flesh and blood, and instinctively lowering his 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, moving quickly and cleanly. This was a speed requirement that could not be avoided under the current conditions. He explained that under the premise of being correct and precise, the shorter the exposure time of the wound, the better.
, which will directly relate 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 affirmed, spelling it out by the way. This is part of the recent teaching results. Kraft mentioned the demonstration case, which just added the relevant vocabulary to the learning scope.
Yin Feng ignored him. She didn't have the energy left to think about what this word meant and why Kupu started to learn these things that were not like the normal progress.
After the unexplained whispering ended, there was a vague phantom pain, sometimes as if some part of the body with unknown correspondence was being pulled, and sometimes it concentrated on the back of the neck and shoulders.
He tightened his grip on the window frame with both hands, trying to divert the pain, but to no avail. This pain was not like the headaches of the past, which could be somewhat relieved by pressing the pain points during abdominal pain, but like those voices, it stuck to the spirit and eroded into the soul.
So stubborn.
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.
Perhaps her previous decision was indeed wrong, and she should not have touched those things without permission. She could no longer remember what happened after drinking the bottle of liquid. All that remained in her memory were the beautiful dreams, the dim moon, and the strong response to her
There is something about desire that transcends this worldly meaning without explanation.
【I don’t regret it】
She didn't want to be a meaningless star, spending her past experiences and witnessing the experiences of others, a life of wandering and helpless due to force majeure. 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 something about how sophisticated the artist's techniques were, and what to do if he could learn them.
That is to use cumbersome and sophisticated techniques to save the dying point, prolonging its pitiful and fragile short journey that is destined to end. The tall doctor, holding a small instrument, bowed in front of the stage.
In the lake of consciousness, the illusion of an invisible and transparent giant comes again. It seems to stand upright on a place where it is difficult to settle, bending its waist that is not restricted by angles, looking down at the patients on the table. Huge and tiny
, the shadow under the water is focused at the end, everything is so absurd that it is 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 start..."
The negative word clearly traveled through the hall and returned from the wall, allowing those who still couldn't believe it to think about it a second time. The noise drowned out the unfinished words, and the patient looked blankly at the tightly bandaged place amid countless questions.
hand.
Kupp cheered and released his hands, joining the maker of the sound. The cookie crumbs fell, and the scholar who was covered with cookies leaned forward carelessly, stood on the chair and crossed the crowd that blocked his view.
Yin Feng finally didn't have to keep silent. He let go of the window edge and wiped away the debris that had gotten on it at some point.
The movement suddenly stopped, and she opened her palms suspiciously, observing the things that were a bit prickly and didn't look like cookie crumbs.
Not baked, crunchy grains. They were sharp and rough, coming from the hardwood window frames, wrenched off in chunks and minced to pieces.
