The next day, Ryan saw Kraft walking out of the room with a tired face.

"Didn't sleep well?"

"No, I've been reading books for half the night, and I want to do my duty as a lecturer before I leave." Kraft snorted, "Ryan, can I ask you to go and find something to buy today?" I can entrust you with my money. ”

As the saying goes, it seems a little embarrassing to run away after taking the benefits, but Kraft still wants to make some contribution before leaving.

He pulled 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?" Ryan was thinking about how to find a reason to act alone, and Kraft himself took the initiative to make a request, which was just convenient for him to go to the stonemason alone, and the stone hand who carved the runes he asked for yesterday was estimated to be almost available this afternoon.

After settling breakfast, the two went out and went their separate ways. Ryan rode his horse and quickly disappeared from Kraft's sight again, which made him wonder a little, and he always felt that his cousin had already locked on to his target.

However, he quickly put this little problem behind him, put on his badge, and decided to hike to the academy not far away. On the way, I can reorganize what I thought about yesterday.

What he was going to talk about was actually something he had already had when he read the book "Body Fluids", and after seeing that "Human Body Structure" had drawn the yellow fluid from the liver, gallbladder to the intestines, that is, the way of bile excretion, the whole lecture idea could be set.

Logically, even dancing in shackles within the current framework does explain why patients with yellow-stained skin and whites of their eyes with "excess yellow fluid" are still emaciated, edema, and indigestion. The content of "The Structure of the Human Body" was enough for him to explain this.

In the soft morning light, Kraft dressed in a black medical school uniform, with a silver badge on his chest and three books between them, walked slowly towards the college, blending in with all kinds of scholar's robes not far from the door, feeling no different from the college class.

As the outline was organized, he began to take the initiative to add more knowledge that might be involved, and rehearsed the questions and doubts he might encounter. From the third hepatic hilum down to the first hepatic hilum and along the common hepatic duct to the confluence with the cystic duct into the common bile duct, the location and contents of the gallbladder triangle, and even the blood vessels, lymphatic and ligaments that have not been carefully memorized are supplemented in the imaginary structural diagram.

The anomalous sensation that had already appeared several times came to him again, and the unmistakable memory made his brain feel like it was not his own.

Kraft couldn't remember his name over there for a long time, but the painful memory of the endorsement was still impressive. If you really have this kind of memory, then you will definitely not be guilty of staying up late to prepare for the exam, not to mention that you just glanced at these contents at the time, and it is impossible for yesterday's still rough "Human Structure" to give these things.

Almost with some trepidation, he continued to try to find more in his mind to confirm his suspicions. What he thought had faded over a long period of time was neatly laid out there. It's like someone breaking into his most intimate storage room before he knows it, repainting the whitened murals and putting the scattered books in order.

The lost items that he thought he would not be able to get back were placed in the place where he had just been checked the moment he turned around, because he thought of them.

He couldn't understand how this happened, and he even remembered the page numbers in the book, and the black and white pictures were in front of him, the numbers were marked on the pictures, and the corresponding parts were neatly arranged next to them.

Kraft was finally convinced of the anomaly in him. If nothing goes wrong, it is after that incomprehensible heat, it is as if the walls have been torn down, and consciousness has been freed from the narrow and confined space, and some innate restriction has been removed, allowing it to expand itself wantonly.

Its expansion is not controlled by subjective thoughts, as soon as it is triggered, it asks for it, it digs in, and finds more information from wherever it can. Signals collected with eyes, ears, touch, and all the receptors, the dusty things that are difficult to reach in the depths of memory, are all within the territory of this liberated monster.

There's only one thing it can't find anyway – and that's where it comes from.

Fever, strange dreams, subconscious avoidance, after a series of events, the consciousness begins its infinite expansion, but it never touches what happened at the origin of everything, only knows its existence, but does not know what it is.

His consciousness uncontrollably focused on that point, the light in front of him dimmed, the hustle and bustle of the crowd was far away from him, and a violent feeling of weightlessness hit. He understood that this was the price of the small benefits he had obtained, and that he would never be able to get rid of an existence that he could not understand.

He thought he was leaving that place the next day, but he was a little uncertain now. Even though this consciousness exhausted all the information he knew, he still stood in the unknowable, unfathomable darkness, staring into the long night that his eyes could not penetrate, and the invisible object was in front of him, and he could never touch it, and even perceive its existence to the limit.

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"Lecturer Kraft?"

"Kraft!"

The light returned in an instant, as if everything just now was just a pure hallucination, and there was even a faint thought to persuade that it was just a faint syncope caused by low blood sugar.

Kraft rejected the idea, blinked, and readjusted to the light. What appeared in front of him was a brown-haired head, and he looked down at him with a worried expression. There was a sharp pain in the back of his head, and he found himself lying on the floor in front of the medical school.

"Lucius?" Kraft found that he did not seem to be panicking, as if his emotions were still floating in the air and had not returned, only the remaining thin fear remained, and his voice was as calm as if he had come from, as he had woken up from a dream last time.

Instinct tried to erase what it couldn't accept, but this time it failed, and Kraft grasped the truth, at least a corner of it, the one that was terrible and had to face.

"Just call me Kraft. It's just some low blood sugar, can you help me? Without hindrance, making up an excuse, Kraft reached out to Lucius and motioned to pull himself.

"Well, what do you mean by "blood" and "sugar". Lucius reached out and pulled Kraft up, the worry on his face not yet dissipating, but a new combination drew his attention.

"It's nothing, it's just a new term, we'll have time to talk about it later." Kraft patted the dust off his body, "I seem to have forgotten to make an appointment today, can you tell me when it is appropriate for me to perform my duties as a lecturer?" He even smiled at Lucius to dispel his doubts.

"Of course, if you don't mind, please go to the empty classroom and sit for a while, and I'll tell the other students."

The strange feeling lingered, but for now, at least, Kraft felt that he could finish the lesson before thinking about the clueless things.

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"I'm so glad so many people came to my class, and I bet my teacher never thought I'd have such a day." In a formal classroom, which was more spacious than yesterday's anatomy classroom, Kraft opened with a self-deprecation, and the audience erupted in a slight laugh.

"Today I would like to talk about a theory put forward by an ancestor, which, of course, is confirmed on the basis of some unspeakable reasons.

You should have already had a good understanding of the book "Body Fluids", which mentions the yellowing of the complexion caused by excessive yellow fluid, as well as the symptoms of anorexia, emaciation, and diarrhea after eating fatty food.

The mainstream view has always been that this situation is contrary to the function of yellow liquor to digest food, but in fact, in the book "Human Structure", it has long been explained, but the author himself is not aware of it. He turned around and drew the bile pathway from the liver to the descending duodenum with small pieces of lime on a dark wooden board behind him.

"Actually, it's obvious that everyone should realize that this yellow liquid, from the liver to the intestines, has such a narrow path to go.

So why can't it just have no chance to get where it needs to be? It can be blocked in one section of this duct, and it can't even come out of the liver or be excreted into the intestines, and its natural digestion ability is greatly reduced.

Of course, I would say that there are more complex mechanisms at play here, and the causes of these symptoms are by no means so simple. But all we're going to do today is discuss these two scenarios......

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…… All in all, after understanding that there are a variety of reasons that can cause yellow fluid to accumulate in the body and not enter the intestines, the contradiction between jaundice and emaciation and anorexia is naturally self-defeating.

I believe that understanding the anatomy of the human body is an extremely important part of the development of medicine, which will explain and overturn countless original things. For the sake of further understanding, it is acceptable to break even a part of the tradition.

Thank you, that's all for my lesson, I hope it helps. ”

Kraft ended his class, the class was unusually quiet, no imaginary questions or questions appeared, and only the sound of brushing records in the audience. There is no such custom as clapping for the time being, and the respect that students have for those who impart knowledge is reflected in solemn silence and careful writing. Instead, Kraft spotted the thoughtful Professor Kalman in the audience.

Seeing Kraft looking at him, Professor Kalman carefully stood up, not disturbing the students around him who were still thinking about the record.

"Maybe a lecturer position is stingy for you, I haven't seen a family with this level of obscurity." He leaned in and whispered, "But that's all I can give for the time being, maybe you'll become a professor yourself sooner or later." ”

Kalman paused, looking around at the students who weren't paying attention to this, lowered his voice again, and asked in Kraft's ear at a barely audible volume, "Is that what you mean by 'breaking with some traditions'?" ”