In the morning fog of Wenden Harbor, Kraft finished his morning exercise and ate breakfast as usual, and walked to the academy with his books and lesson plans.

"Good morning, Lecturer Kraft."

As the course became so popular in the academy, he was greeted by black-robed students on the way. Most of them were students who had mixed up with Kraft, and some of them had never seen Kraft in class.

"Good morning, Charlie, and Green." Clough nodded in response.

Thanks to his good memory, he wrote down the names of all the students who came to ask questions, one of whom had asked him about the structure of the skull, and the other had asked three days earlier about the anatomical explanation of various abdominal pains.

They looked surprised when they heard their names called. Although I have heard that this new lecturer has a pretty good memory, it is incredible to be able to remember and recognize it among the vast number of questioners.

Responding to the students' greetings along the way, Kraft hummed a song in his heart and walked the journey in a good mood.

The feeling of being recognized for his work made him very happy, and waking up early to go to work seemed less painful and tormenting at this time.

In the face of studious students, the teaching experience is indeed much better than that of sleepy students.

There is no doubt that this "sleepy student" is talking about himself, who didn't go to bed late and woke up early during college, and the teacher read PPT in front of a languishing classmate as soon as he started class. It is difficult to say that the classmates lying on the table are sleepy or hypnotized.

And today, he can have such high-quality students, which is really gratifying. Of course, there are also reasons why the cost of learning here is too high, whether it is the cost of time or money, and students cannot afford to waste it.

Kraft's good mood came to an abrupt end at the entrance of the Academy.

As we all know, there is a very important law for people on duty, especially those on night shifts. That is, don't say it when you're free.

Even if you're so bored at your job that you're bubbling and your phone is out of battery, don't talk about words like "idle" and "okay".

Those who violate this iron law will generally be sanctioned - they are living a peaceful life one second, but the next second they will suddenly change the situation, and all kinds of unreasonable things will be directly in front of them.

This fits well with Kraft's current experience. One second he just sighed that the years were quiet, and the next second he was woken up by the noise coming from the gate of the academy.

From afar, I saw a group of people gathered around, and the noisy quarrels could be heard from a small half of the street.

The worst thing is that most of the people around are medical students in black robes, most of them are brown robes from the law school, white robes from the seminary, and a few blue robes from the liberal arts college.

Such a large group of people blocked half of the entrance to the academy, and to get in, they had to walk past them.

Getting closer, Kraft overheard what they were arguing about.

"We can't pray for her, we have to go to church and find someone."

"What then?"

"Medical school doesn't even have a bed?"

"We can't just take it back!"

"Try it and you're right......"

"It doesn't make sense! Is that like that for you, God's spokesmen? ”

"I didn't have this qualification before graduation!"

"Is this what I can try?"

The crowd was so tight that Kraft couldn't see what was going on inside the circle from the outside, and could only see the argument between the colors by virtue of his height, and he couldn't tell who was talking to whom, and the people watching from the side were helpless.

Key words: "medical school", "bed", "prayer".

This scene immediately activates Kraft's troublesome PTSD. It can't be a medical trouble, right? How old is the history of this industry? Why are you just watching? Why isn't it called the Security Section?

Several thoughts flashed through him, and Kraft realized that he was not in the hospital now, nor was he in the university before, and there was probably no special department to deal with this kind of trouble.

The person in charge of the gate of the academy has no security function, he is responsible for opening and closing the door, and he can only wait for someone with real power in the academy to solve the problem. He didn't know who in the academy could take care of this, let alone how to solve it.

Kraft frowned, planning to learn from a man surnamed Han to "see that the situation is not good, retreat behind everyone", bypass the crowd and go to the classroom to prepare for class first.

But he greatly underestimated his popularity in medical school, and before he could take a few steps, he heard someone behind him calling his name.

"Lecturer Kraft? Good morning!" The sharp-eyed black-robed student on the periphery easily recognized this new lecturer who was popular with everyone, his mouth was two steps faster than his brain, and he directly greeted first, "Can it take up a little of your time?" ”

This voice attracted the attention of all the students present, including a few who were arguing in the center, and everyone turned their heads to this side in unison.

"Lecturer Kraft?"

"Ah, Kraft, you've come just in time."

There was a particularly familiar one in his head, with a brown hair on the top, and it was Lucius. He was at the center of the crowd, and next to him was a white-robed seminarian, whose face was flushed with a slightly pale face, which seemed to be quite intense.

He reached out to separate the crowd and tried to make way for Kraft. "Let's go, this is a lecturer at our medical school."

Needless to say, most of the medical students present knew Kraft, and the crowd quickly parted, giving him access to the center of the trouble.

This is truly amazing, Kraft thought to himself, and it was me. It seemed that this was indeed the logic, he was already a lecturer in medical school, and the only person present who was not a student, at least for now, should take over.

And in front of everyone's eyes, the plan to slip through has also failed, and Kraft can only reluctantly walk over under the gaze of everyone.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Kraft walked to the center of the crowd, and the scene was exactly what he had imagined.

An anxious middle-aged man, at a loss, hugged the child with tears on his face. The seminary student was holding the book next to him, Lucius was looking at the kid, trying to get started but didn't know how to pick it up, and the law school student was next to him and didn't know what to do.

Good guys, standard medical disputes are at the door, right? According to past experience, the next plot will change according to the specific situation, showing a complex development trend, but today's lesson is definitely not to think about it.

Seeing Kraft coming, the middle-aged man knelt down with the child in his arms, and Lucius hurriedly reached out to stop him, for fear of hurting the child. The seminary student was knocked and stumbled backwards, and the scene was chaotic for a while.

Kraft was quick and rushed up to grab the man's shoulder with one hand and hold the child in his arms with the other. This child is not young, and his weight makes his shoulders sink, and he almost didn't stop it.

"Gris, why are you?" He looked up at the man with some annoyance, and found that it was the owner of the tavern next to the school, and his current appearance was so bad that Kraft didn't recognize him at first.

"Please, help my daughter, I really can't help it." Boss Gris's voice was muffled, and his hoarse and sad vocal cords shook the air, with a hint of exhaustion and helplessness.

He must have been running for a long time, his face was covered in sweat, his hair was messy, and his throat was dry and hoarse due to lack of moisture.

Kraft didn't understand what was going on, and it stands to reason that although there is a medical school on the college side, it generally does not provide treatment.

Unless there is a demonstration to be done at some occasional time, I will go to the patient who is shy in my pocket to come to it temporarily, which is essentially a school.

When everyone is sick every day, even if they are students in the college, they go to the clinic outside to see a doctor, and more often they go to the church to pray, and if they are lucky, the priest will give holy water, blessings, and so on.

The business of San Simeon's church in this area is still quite developed, after all, there is no qualification or anything in these years, and the environment and level of the small clinic are not ideal, so it may be cleaner to go to the church.

And then...... And then there is no then, these two places are your only choice, and no one really wants to go to a medical school with a lot of weird rumors, right? No other students in the academy go into their building.

Puzzled, Kraft looked at Lucius, hoping that he could explain how the situation had come to this.

"I've been to the church and a couple of clinics, no." Lucius summed up the situation succinctly, and it was obvious that he was also in a hurry. As an outgoing enthusiast, he couldn't be unfamiliar with the tavern owner he frequented, "Boss Gris is familiar with us, so we can only come to our side to try some way, even if it's a prayer." ”

"It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that we're not qualified to be priests, and the church says we can only see God's will." The seminary student slapped his white robe helplessly.

After he graduated, the robe had the opportunity to be replaced with a formal clerical robe with a winged ring emblem. There may be no one to catch practicing medicine without a license, but it is a serious matter to go to work as a priest without permission.

"Try the head office, just pray for the patient, you know Boss Gris too, don't you?"

"It's really not going to work." The law school student interjected, lowered his voice and said, "It's okay to say it in private, but it's really pointless, and the seminary is also strictly controlled." ”

Kraft understood that the church's placebo was ineffective, and the clinic couldn't do anything, so it was a rush to the doctor.

"Ugh." Kraft sighed, the patient was desperate to get out, and there was no higher level hospital to transfer him, "So Lucius, what are you waiting for?" ”

"Such a serious illness requires the consent of the lecturer." Lucius looked at Kraft expectantly, staring at him a little, "It's not like that law school classmate last time. ”

This rule is not surprising, admitting critically ill patients, you have to think about what bad effects will be if something happens, so there must be someone who has enough weight to take the blame, anyway, it can't be a student.

Kraft was well aware of this, but that didn't affect his choice, or he never felt it was a choice question.

"Let's go inside." Kraft handed the books and lesson plans to Lucius, and took the child from the arms of Gris, whose hands were trembling, "Leave it to me first, go get a drink, I'll have a lot of questions later." ”