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Chapter 37

Chapter 37 Testing on the edge

"Craft, Craft? Are you in there?"

Kraft was awakened by a rapid knock on the door. He reflexively raised his forehead, which was pressed against the edge of the table, to touch the non-existent cell phone, for fear of missing some important call.

The hilt of the sword at his waist brought him back to reality, and his consciousness came back from the night shift scene in his fantasy. He realized that he was no longer on duty, and the person knocking on the door was not an anxious colleague.

The back of his black robe was hot from the sun. It seemed to be afternoon, so he didn't sleep long, less than four hours.

But the fatigue in his body has been swept away, and his dry energy has been restored. He rubbed his eyes and stood up, still not used to the sudden transition from the darkness of sleep to the dazzling sunlight.

He dreamed that he discovered all kinds of strange things, and based on these things, a modern hospital was recreated here. He was working the night shift just now. The dream was indeed illogical, otherwise why would he have to run a hospital?

Night shift?

Fortunately he was woken up, otherwise he would have had to continue this unpleasant dream.

"I'm here." Kraft answered and opened the door, "Lucius?"

The person knocking at the door was Lucius. His brown hair was a little messy and he smelled faintly of beer. This image made Kraft frown.

"Didn't you go to the pub to drink?" Kraft covered his nose. He felt that it was not like he came back to find him, but like he was hungover.

Lucius didn't care about Kraft's disdain and said with a smile: "Although I don't want to disturb your sleep, Liz is awake, and I think you will be willing to go and take a look no matter what."

"Liz woke up? So soon?"

Kraft had a feeling of being out of time. When he woke up, the whole world had jumped forward, but he had not kept up.

Lucius glanced at him doubtfully, then suddenly realized and laughed loudly, "You didn't think it was still yesterday afternoon, did you?"

"Yesterday? I slept all day?!"

Kraft suddenly woke up and asked, "How is Liz? Is there any special situation? Why didn't you call me yesterday?"

The first thing he thought about was whether he would miss the best time to deal with any complications, and then he didn't complete his medical record and failed to explain more postoperative precautions to Gris.

"It couldn't be better. Gris would like to thank you in person." Lucius smoothed his brown hair and straightened them to both sides.

"Where are they? Let's go there now. I hope Gris didn't feed her anything."





In the observation classroom, because Kraft failed to wake up yesterday, everyone completely obeyed his order and did not move Liz, letting the girl sleep here all night.

Fortunately, some people had not completely forgotten the father and daughter. Liston also broke away from the celebration team and found the blanket brought by Lucius to put it on the patient. Today, he and Gris waited together until Liz regained consciousness.

"I really don't know how to thank you." The father, who had been forcing himself to calm down, finally couldn't hold back his tears when he saw his daughter waking up. "I still have some savings. If not, my pub is worth a lot of money."

."

"No, it really isn't." Kraft couldn't stand listening any more, so he grabbed a piece of clean linen that he had not used yesterday and handed it to him, asking him to wipe his tears. This scene made him look like he was using a huge amount of medical money to defraud people.

An unscrupulous black clinic that saves money for single-parent families.

Gris reminded the native part of Kraft's soul to his grandfather. In his attitude towards the young Kraft, he was always able to show care and seriousness that were inconsistent with the image of a reckless man, although sometimes his expressions were inconsistent.

As expected.

He has seen this kind of emotion in many parents, who are worried about their children, devoted without reservation, and willing to sacrifice anything for their safety and health.

Therefore, the disease is never limited to the patient, but affects the entire family, causing pain to more people, involving mental, financial and other imaginable and unexpected aspects.

"Relax, as for money..." Kraft was stuck, not because he wanted to wait for Gris to quote a good price, but because he suddenly realized that he didn't know how to calculate it.

His understanding of the medical charges in this world is probably about the same as his understanding of the ingredients of the herbal soup in the clinic. He knows how to add water to the herbal soup, and he knows that what he charges is money. It is purely a blind spot of knowledge.

The herbalist from the town of Wood came to the castle to treat people, and all he visited was the family's small treasury. Old Wood took a look at it, and Anderson calculated, what does it have to do with Kraft? He has never seen it.

"...Anyway, don't worry. Let me take a look at Liz first. Today is the first day, and the cloth on the wound needs to be replaced with a new one." He quickly changed the subject and walked to Liz so that Gris couldn't see it.

When the time came, he looked to Lucius and Liston for help.

Lucius shook his head blankly. He was still a student. His daily life was just reading books and doing experiments with professors. He didn't understand this.

Liston, however, was as reliable as ever. After thinking for a moment, he took his hand out of his sleeve and stretched out five fingers.

Kraft nodded to express his understanding and bent down to look at Liz.

"Hello, little Liz, do you still feel pain?"

Liz looked at the guy in black robes warily. She still remembered being fed a strange liquid by the man in black robes yesterday. She closed and opened her eyes, and when she woke up, she found a dull, painful wound on her stomach.

"Liz, be obedient." Gris walked to the side and knelt down, holding Liz's hand, which gave her a sense of security. "Tell the doctor what's wrong with you."

"Here." Liz pointed at the location of the wound and continued to stare at Kraft with a defensive look on her face.

Kraft glanced at her expression. The painful and flushed appearance of the acute illness had faded away, and he now had the energy to think about who he was. It was probably just a little normal wound pain after surgery.

He removed the gauze wrapped around Liz's waist and took a look at the cloth on the wound. There was only a little blood oozing out of it. The wound was in good condition, with no redness or swelling. He hoped that the condition inside would be as good as well.

"It looks good now, but don't think it's over."

A new piece of cloth was put on Liz's wound and fixed with a linen strip. Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be directly applied to disinfect it. After leaving the povidone-iodine solution for who knows how many days, Kraft silently missed it in his heart.

If there is a chance, we should really develop the distilled liquor technology, so that high-concentration alcohol can be used for disinfection.

"I was supposed to stay for a few more days for observation, but the environment of the college is not necessarily suitable for the patient's recovery." Kraft twirled the blanket on the stone platform. One night is enough. If you lie down for two nights, something will happen.

, "So it's better to go back. During this period, you can only give her something thin to drink."

"As for the wound, it will take six or seven days for the outside to heal. Try to avoid going to the ground. I will remove her stitches at that time."

"Oh, by the way, it's about the medical fee." Kraft patted his head, and Liston's five fingers flashed in front of his eyes, "Five silver coins, right?"

This understanding was based on Liston's actions, combined with the medical charges in the minds of visitors from other worlds. He thought five kingdom silver coins were a bit expensive, and one such official coin could be worth two to three private coins depending on the specific situation.

Black silver coins.

He didn't specifically mention any silver coins. If the quotation was too high, Gris could also choose how many kingdom silver coins there were among the five.

Gris's reaction was different from what he expected. He froze on the spot and made sure Kraft was not joking.

He opened his mouth, but in the end nothing came out. He showed a look of respect that Kraft had seen many times in the past two days, but it was a little different.

He counted out five kingdom silver coins from his purse and handed them to Kraft. Gris said seriously: "From now on, your consumption in my tavern will be free of charge. As long as I, Gris, am alive for one day, this will be valid forever."

Kraft, who had somehow received a permanent meal ticket, watched Gris hug Liz and leave the classroom, disappearing from sight. The man's eyes were still red before leaving.

"Tsk." Liston made an unclear voice behind him, "What do you think Saint Simon will do when he sees you after he is resurrected?"

"Huh?" Kraft realized that he might have misunderstood Liston's meaning just now, but the topic jump was too big. He, a person who had never touched the holy scriptures, could only ask a simple question.

"He has to find a way to kill you because of vicious competition." Lucius covered his face, "Go to the church and find a priest who dares to ask for a few kingdom silver coins to recite a few words."

“So it’s not free?”

"How can it be free if it is said to be a blessing? Don't tell me you haven't been to church." Resentment and sourness can be smelled in Liston's tone.

Kraft really hadn't been to church much, and his grandfather's respect for religion was limited to when they could take care of themselves. The local part of his soul didn't have any religious habits in this kind of family.

The otherworldly part belongs to the kind of "pragmatic believers" who dance on the edge of the stake. Belief in God is like going to the toilet. If you recite a few words when you are in a hurry, you will never remember it afterwards. It is worse than pagans.

"I really don't know, but what does this have to do with us?" Kraft brought the topic back.

"I actually wanted to say five gold coins."

"Are you crazy?" Kraft was shocked and refreshed his view on money.

There are almost no privately minted models of gold coins, because except for Westminster gold coins, which are jointly minted by the king and several big nobles, no one else has the ability to use gold to mint coins.

Therefore, gold coins are all Westminster gold coins. The diameter is less than one-half of the standard silver coin, and the thickness is only one-third, which is similar to the fifty cents from another world.

In such a small area, the tower of Westminster Castle was printed on it, and the side and edge patterns were innovatively added to prevent someone from rubbing off a circle and then using it as the full amount.

The value of one Westmin gold coin is equivalent to seven Kingdom silver coins. It is generally only useful for large-amount transactions and is not very popular in the market. This underworld exchange ratio is not inherent, but due to changes in precious metal prices.

The earliest one to five turned into this.

"It is a treatment method that spans the ages. It is the only one of its kind. It also uses drugs that I have never seen before." Liston stretched out five fingers and said, "The two lecturers put aside a whole day of class to do it themselves, which cost him thirty-five silver coins.

Let’s split it up? Gris is not a poor person, so he can afford it with his savings.”

"Then this surgery is not popular at all, and not many people can afford it."

"Aren't you talking about the last bit of the family's secret medicine? Why is it still popular?" Liston had long thought that the authenticity of this statement was doubtful, but he didn't expect that Craft would change his mind so quickly.

"I changed my mind. Don't care where it came from. Anyway, it's not the last bit now." Kraft looked in the direction where the Griese father and daughter left, as if he could see their backs through the layers of walls, "That's it.

It’s a bit dangerous, let’s wait until we observe Liz for a while.”

"Does this mean we will have the opportunity to perform such an operation in the future?" Liston was overjoyed.

"Maybe. If there's no problem, maybe it's not just us. I'll go back and sort out the key points of the human body structure in this case and put them in future lectures."

He said it was just observation, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was very satisfied with Liz's condition. He was already preparing for more surgeries, but there was just one last straw left to help him make up his mind.

Kraft packed up his things and walked out of the classroom, followed by Lucius, and the two returned to the professor's room.

"I want to talk about the black liquid." Kraft closed the door. The surgical process can be relaxed, but the black liquid still needs to be discussed in private.

Lucius was not surprised by this, "I knew you would realize its value sooner or later and change your mind."

"Professor's side..."

"When the mentor comes back, tell me that I gave you the idea. Anyway, it's a foregone conclusion. Professor Morrison's status as the discoverer of black liquor will not change."

"No, to put it another way, you just made a suggestion about using black liquid for surgery, and I decided to implement it. If there is any problem, Professor Kalman will come to me first." Kraft stopped Lucius's big bag.

Take.

This matter has one foot on the edge of the professor's confidentiality requirements. If Lucius is mainly responsible, it will not be conducive to the trust relationship between him and the professor. It is best to let himself take the blame.

"When the professor brings back their results, the decision can be announced. We just happened to announce the true ingredients of the diluent together, and it does not violate the confidentiality requirements." Based on this logic, Kraft thought it was good. At worst, he would say that he should be responsible.

An experiment requested by Professor Kalman.

One step from discovery to application is something Professor Kalman would be happy to see.

"So we can perform surgeries on a large scale?" Lucius was as enthusiastic as Liston in this regard.

"Far from it. We need to observe Liz for at least half a month. The longer the better." Kraft gave a time that he thought was conservative. "And you will also be included in the observation range. Next, once a day."

Check and I will make written records myself."

Liz's case gradually solidified his idea of ​​using black liquor, but it was far from losing his mind.

"If no problems occur, we will accept patients who can only be treated with surgery on a small scale and continue to observe. Maybe until the professor comes back, we will still be able to control the scale within a very small range."

This was Kraft's plan, to be rolled out slowly and cautiously. When the professor came back, he also completed the preliminary verification, and after reaching an agreement with Kalman, he expanded the scale to benefit as wide a range as possible.

(End of chapter)


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