In half an afternoon, Kraft solved the uncertain diagnosis and treatment plan for David V, and set up an ether production device in the backyard of the clinic.
The entire set of fragile gadgets had been brought here in a velvet-padded box some time ago so that they could be used immediately. The location was chosen with safety in mind, and it was best not to perform operations with a risk of explosion in the room next to the ward.
After learning enough experience and lessons, we can basically be convinced that the most reliable solution is not to perfect the process or improve the technology, but a stable table, good ventilation environment, and shelter space when necessary.
So they built a shed in the yard and moved things out to work when needed.
Green watched Kraft add the green powder bought from the ink shop into the vessel, heat it and turn it red, distill out the pungent gas bubbling in the water, concentrate it and mix it with some spirits and heat it.
The transparent glassware makes the whole process clearly visible, and the transparent liquid that is tossed around is finally concentrated into a product that can barely fill a small bottle.
There are no messy symbols, no ritual actions, and no questionable materials. In terms of the process, it is cleaner than those who do alchemy, and it does not involve any mysterious elements or the theory of soul and body.
The only thing that can be questioned is probably the reliability, which was answered when Kraft showed a case of artificial pneumothorax under general anesthesia.
"Is everyone like this?" Green picked up the vial and observed the liquid flowing on the wall in a bright place. This was beyond the scope of knowledge, at least until he saw it with his own eyes, he would never believe that such a thing existed.
"No, in fact, the dosage is difficult to control. According to my current statistics, at least one or two out of ten people will have side effects ranging from mild to severe. In worse cases, intraoperative awakening will occur, and they will still have feelings, or even
It's very bad that I can still move."
Kraft took the ether bottle from the opponent's hand and wrapped it in black cloth. "Be careful, this thing is not resistant to strong light and is not suitable for long-term storage."
Green was silent for a while, mainly because he was a little unwilling, and finally reluctantly overturned the results of several days of work, "Yes, this is completely medical, and I have to say that you have made great achievements."
"I'm glad you can say that. Can I understand that this is the official certification of the Inquisition?"
"No, we will not be responsible for or guarantee medical issues. That is the matter of the Medical Association, and I think it is all your people." He divided the scope of responsibilities quite clearly, "I can only guarantee what will happen next.
No one will come to our door for heresy."
"Even though there are still a lot of rumors out there that I can cure tuberculosis by touch?"
"As long as you don't spread it intentionally. Most people don't have the ability to distinguish. Any news will become completely different after changing hands three times. You know they also say that the king's touch can cure tuberculosis. Am I going to arrest you?"
King?"
"Okay." To be honest, aside from being attacked, Kraft felt that he should be able to chat with Green. "Now that I have demonstrated the full set of skills, it is your turn."
"What?"
"Rubbing, I want to see that thing." The professor stretched out his hand as if asking for a note.
After sitting in this position for so long, Green has never seen someone ask for key evidence like this, although they did have a verbal agreement before.
"Okay, but..." the priest of the trial court paused for a moment, thinking about a more appropriate expression, "You also know that the fire, if it is really what I thought, the medical school is not as peaceful as it appears.
, someone is willing to erase the clues at great cost."
"At present, two professors, one lecturer, and several future doctors have already been reimbursed. Now that we have started, it is very simple to add one more."
The outstretched hand did not retract, and was completely unmoved.
"You are not a member of the Tribunal. Even your superb swordsmanship cannot defeat the dagger stabbed secretly. This is not a duel." This is indeed out of practical considerations. As a devout member of the church, there will be no partners and offspring, and the place of business
It is also a place of residence, but not everyone is like him.
"I think I can." Kraft raised his eyebrows. If he thought this would make him shrink back, he was totally wrong.
"Just out of curiosity?" Green looked at him with an unreasonable look.
"Probably. I think integrity is also a virtue required by Heavenly Father. A devout believer would not regret something."
"I hope someone will not regret jumping into the swamp... The evidence cannot be taken out and can only be viewed in the place where it is kept. If you insist and don't mind visiting the trial court, then please."
Green felt that he had fulfilled his obligation.
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"This place is different from what I imagined."
"What should that look like?"
"Hmm...a dark dungeon, a thorny bench like a chestnut shell, an iron coffin and so on."
The guard who held the key and opened the door for them looked at them inexplicably, not quite understanding who the priest had brought back.
"Going forward about a hundred years or so, you may be able to see some lynching trials outside the control area." Green led them into a room filled with various strange objects. "I said, everything will be destroyed several times."
It changes hands and becomes unrecognizable until we can get enough people to understand and analyze it."
Some wild bone products with a natural religious flavor, worship symbols similar to religious emblems but with three nested rings, and hideous-looking horned statues. Craft felt that his grandfather would like this place, and any piece he picked would be full of mystery.
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"Even some pagan religions themselves are based on distorted doctrines. For example, the original owner of the three-ring thing tried to convince some farmers that it was the special form of the Heavenly Father." Brother Wading introduced the Tribunal to the slow-moving visitors.
Seized.
Green found the target with ease, took out a book from the pile of books, spread it out, picked out the pages of the manuscript that had been lined with leather paper on both sides, and opened the curtains to let the evening light fall on the table.
"Let's take advantage of it now. No open flames will be lit here unless necessary."
"Thank you." Kraft put down the goat-faced figure he was playing with, came to the table and looked down at the old paper.
He saw rubbings of what Greene described as honeycombs, pure black hexagonal images that had an irresistible appeal that came from the fact that they did not belong to contemporary times, or to any known period.
I can understand the strange feeling when I see it for the first time. Perhaps cultural relics from hundreds or even thousands of years ago may occasionally surprise people, but we can always find some commonalities, and among them there are only indescribable ones. The feeling of alienation is like the creator walking down a branch in the forest and no longer having any connection with the mainstream timeline.
Two completely different types of shapes can be recognized. One is the geometric arcs and rings, which are divided and broken, leading to elongated and splashing lines; the other is the meandering carvings, like water or snakes. Intertwined.
The two sometimes merge and sometimes separate. The extreme cases are transformed several times within a hexagon, which is confusing.
For those who have seen the original version, it is easy to see that it is obviously an imitation by someone with confused ideas, lacks a certain charm that can convey rich information, and is ruined by some secondary creations.
It is a molten trace that cuts off the texture of the lake, imitating the softening of wax oil and the surface shape of a melting glacier. The depiction is extremely realistic. It is different from the previous two and expresses a single and clear meaning:
