The patient's companion quickly disappeared with him at the door of the classroom.

Kraft understood them very well, and this understanding did not require him to lie on the stone bed and experience the feeling of being surrounded by a group of black-robed people, probably a normal human would have a visceral fear when he was in the middle of an anatomy classroom. Especially when you're not a spectator, and you're not an operator.

To Kraft, the scene was familiar.

It's like the first morning class of every Monday morning at university, and the teacher with a computer bag walks into the classroom because he was a few minutes late for yesterday's night shift. I was about to apologize to my classmates, but I found that there were few people in the classroom.

And every time he turns his head to look at the PPT, and then turns back, he will find that there seem to be a few more people in the classroom, and so on for about ten minutes, when he finishes a stage, he raises his head and remembers the name, and he will suddenly find that the entire classroom is actually half of the people?

Kraft was confronted with this familiar paranormal phenomenon, except that he had been offstage before, and now he was on stage.

He had just finished examining the patient, and in less than fifteen minutes of a manual reset, a classroom with about forty positions had been occupied by black-robed people who had appeared out of nowhere, and there were still people at the door who came late poking out half of their heads to see if they could still sneak in.

This kind of learning spirit made Kraft a little embarrassed. After all, he's the kind of super lazy dog who never arrives on time for morning class on Monday, and only the dormitory stickers who never show up for morning class can compete with him. Now in the face of such a group of people who love to learn, their momentum is so shocking that he can't speak.

"Your subtle family skills are truly astounding." Seeing that the atmosphere was a little embarrassing, a black-robed man sitting in the back row quickly stood up and walked down the stairs. Lucius, who was sitting next to him, immediately followed, sneering a little embarrassedly half a figure behind.

"This is Professor Kalman from our academy." "I heard that a generous nobleman was willing to share the valuable knowledge passed down from his family, and he came to thank him. His face was a little red, visible on some pale complexion.

Originally, Lucius's idea was that Kraft seemed to be a good person, and he was willing to let them watch his family skills, but he didn't say much, so I went to get a good relationship with Professor Kalman, and it seemed that there was no problem with one more.

While Kraft was still scrutinizing, he slipped out and knocked on the professor's door.

Then the question arises, that's what he thinks, and the other two people think the same way, and the people who are called think that way.

That's how the classic plot happened, "I'll just tell you about it" was replicated everywhere in a short time, and when Lucius found Professor Kallman in a relatively hidden room and rushed over, not to mention the three people, there was no place in the first three rows, and the students who were in place first were already helping Kraft lay hands and feet.

"Thank you so much that people who are willing to share their knowledge selflessly are so rare and therefore noble." Professor Kallman knew something was wrong when he saw the number, and quietly took a small step in front of Lucius, blocking the daredevil.

This thing is not big or small, the other party is still a nobleman, although he agreed, but what is the matter with you Lucius having such a group of people watching other people's family heirlooms?

Kalman's professor's idea is that most of the nobles eat glory and noble reputation, especially the young ones, and see if this matter can be fooled first, otherwise it is estimated that Lucius will not be better off if there is a contradiction. If you go back and think about something substantial, if you can't let your parents come to your door, then it's really a big trouble.

"You're serious, it's just a little trick, and it would be nice if you could help." Kraft was a little nervous right now, but he was thinking differently entirely.

I borrowed a classroom in someone else's college without the consent of the administrator, but when I looked up, I found that I was being listened to as a lecture, and there was a professor sitting in the back row.

But this professor's attitude is unexpectedly kind? You must know that when Kraft first came into contact with patients, he was killed by the teacher every day and asked a series of eighteen questions, and the tricks were fatal, poking straight into the blind spot of knowledge, when did he receive such high-level treatment? Today's meeting, not to say flattered, can only be said to be horrified.

Well, that's great, Professor Kallman thought, this is the typical kind of young virtuous person with little experience, a sense of honor in his head, and a great disdain for material interests, and the Lucius behind him is basically a half-brother carved out of a mold.

While Kraft was still nervous, Professor Kallman had almost figured out what to do.

The professor grimaced, shook Kraft's hand, and said, "Although it is a bit presumptuous to say so, I would like you to forgive the request of a man of limited talent. ”

“？”

"That is, in a place where more knowledge is sought to save the life given by the Father, a man like me, who unfortunately lacks the capacity to prepare those who come after him to take on such a great task, often wishes that this responsibility be shared by those who are both virtuous and talented......"

“？？”

"I am ashamed to make such a request to someone who deserves a higher mission to waste precious time here......"

“？？？”

"But in order to save more bodies from suffering, to return to the arms of the Lord after a short life in peace and tranquility, I am compelled to make this request with apologies......"

Please forgive Kraft here for not progressing to this stage when he studied with Mr. Anderson. This kind of long and difficult sentence that requires a deep inhale before opening and a maximum lung capacity after speaking is not particularly easy to understand with his literary attainments. After such a set of half-minute combination punches, he has been completely circumvented, and it is estimated that he will not be able to figure it out for a while.

"So I'd like to invite someone like you to come and be a medical school lecturer at Wendengang College." Professor Kallman concluded his remarks with a concluding remark.

"Ah, this ......"

"Please don't refuse, even if you can't come often, but if you are willing to participate in our assessment after studying here, we are willing to award you a bachelor's degree in medicine at the same time."

Before Kraft could react, the matter was essentially settled. According to Kalman's thinking, the lecturer can make a decision himself, and it belongs to the kind of thing that is very face-saving for the nobles and can show their own connotation, but for him, the quota can be adjusted.

And the bachelor's degree, the bachelor's degree in this year is not the kind that starts at seven figures every year on the otherworldly soul side. Considering the inherently low literacy rate of the inherently small number of high-level educational institutions here, coupled with the long-term full-time study required for a bachelor's degree, this luxury is generally considered only by wealthier merchant families or aristocrats with such spiritual needs.

At the same time, it is also necessary to calculate the high cost of books, a lot of time and energy investment, so that people can only obtain it after passing the assessment of professional teachers, and even some dignitaries or church members, and after obtaining it, they have the qualification to apply for a teaching license, and the gold content is higher than Westminster gold coins. It can also be said that Kraft gets into the car of the lecturer position first, and then further studies to assess the ticket for the supplementary degree.

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"It's an honor, it's an honor." Kraft looked flattered. Not long after they met, he was already sitting in the professor's room drinking tea. In front of him sat Professor Kalman, who was smiling, and Lucius, who was just as confused as Kraft, holding a bite of a biscuit, in a state of ignorance as if he understood what was happening, but as if he didn't understand anything.

"These books are treasured by me when I was young, and it is appropriate to give them to someone like Lecturer Kraft who is interested in a career in medicine, and I hope to tell students more about my unique understanding of medicine in addition to studying." Professor Kallman unveiled several neatly bound manuscripts, the edges and corners of the wooden covers carefully polished and rounded.

As far as Kraft's memory is concerned, it seems that movable type printing had not yet appeared, and the engraving of full-page printing had not yet reached the level of delicacy of elaborately copied manuscripts, which he could not have imagined with the little money in his bag. However, he seemed to understand what the professor meant that the book was precious, and asked him to take out more of the good things in his stomach and share them with the students.

"Definitely, it's my pleasure." Kraft carefully accepted these books, which were small compared to the medical and surgical ones, as if he had received five years' pocket money from his grandfather.

Lucius, who had taken another bite of the biscuit, looked at the book and felt a little familiar, he swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of barley tea with honey, cleared his throat, and opened his mouth to ask the professor why the book you gave me last time looked so similar to this.

The professor cast a look of "I still have an account to settle with you kid", and made him hold back his words.

Before you know it, the light outside the window is dimming, and in the warm candlelight, the table is filled with the smell of barley tea and biscuits, and the atmosphere is pleasant and peaceful, and Kraft talks to the professor about the anatomy of a shoulder dislocation, and Lucius nods his head next to him, and the academic atmosphere is so strong that he can conceive a small medieval version of the School of Athens and paint it in the hall of the medical school.

If such a painting were to be made, Kraft would like to give it a name that will be passed down to future generations and appreciated by the common people.

- "Cousin Ryan at the Door"

…….

Kraft's smile froze on his face, and he was so twisted by Kalman that he had only now realized that he had forgotten something very important, and that his dear cousin had made an appointment with him to meet at the entrance of the academy in the evening.

He looked at the sky outside, and it was so dark that it had nothing to do with the evening.