"More than expected...... It's a little harder. ”

Kraft lay on the ground, his speech staccafied. The irritability of blurring vision, the anxiety of not being able to find a place, the worry of infection, all the emotions exploded after completing the last step.

When you focus on the work at hand, you are shut out and your mind is full of how to deal with the difficulties in front of you.

Exhaustion and intense emotions pounded into his brain, knocking him to the ground. Until now, the most difficult level has been crossed, and you can let yourself relax for a while.

Kraft pressed himself against the cold floor, letting his body cool and relax. He felt like he had completed a special exam, and the bad examiner had hidden all the necessary conditions, leaving the only candidate to scratch his head at the unstructured questions.

Pieced together in fragmentary and limited conditions, wrote the solution in his mind, and with the help of a little special means, he was stuck with the minimum requirements and handed in an anxious answer.

He looked at the stone platform as if watching the invigilator sorting out and packaging the test papers, sending them to a certain grader, and judging them according to the most objective and strict standards.

He scrutinizes the rudimentary environment, deducting a few points for insufficiently sterilized instruments, a few more for wounds that have been open for too long, and shaking his head at the bowels that have not been further checked for viability.

The patient's body is the most stringent grading teacher, and he never relaxes the scoring criteria because of the constraints of the conditions, and always blindly puts forward unreasonable requirements.

He was powerless to interfere with this "grading" process, so he could only wait quietly for the results in a few days.

Having said that, the biggest worry now is definitely not Kraft himself, but Gris, who is anxiously waiting outside the door. He can't lie here for too long.

"Will you give me a hand? Her family is still waiting outside the door for our news. Kraft stretched out a hand and asked for help from the two men next to him who were full of surprise and admiration, "Put away the smile, it's far from over." ”

"Not done yet?"

"When Liz wakes up, we will observe for another six to seven days, and after the wound has healed, we will have to remove the threads, and then we will be happy." Kraft stood up with Lucius' outstretched hand, put on his black robe again, and straightened his appearance in front of the metal mirror next to him.

The slight dizziness still remained, but the more minute he lay here, the more anxious Griss outside were.

"Don't move Lisy yet, let's go out and let Gris come in with her for a while, don't move right away."

Kraft refused Liston's offer and walked to the door top-heavy. Lucius was the first to help him pull the door open.

The first thing they saw was not only the anxious father, but also the black-robed people who filled the corridor.

Gris was the first to walk up and take Kraft's hand, but his eyes looked over his shoulder into the classroom, and he asked the question nervously as expected, "My daughter......"

"So far, there are no problems, the surgery is done. She may not wake up until tomorrow or later, so you should go in first and stay with her for a while, don't move. Kraft turned to his side, let him in, and closed the door with his backhand, leaving him some personal space.

The surrounding students vaguely guessed the outcome when they saw Lucius's relaxed look as he pushed the door open, and Kraft's words confirmed their guesses, and cheers erupted from the crowd.

Kraft tried to silence them and listen to his explanation, but they didn't give him the chance. As someone who has accomplished something unprecedented, he was treated as a hero like never before.

"The forerunner doesn't need to care about the words of the mediocre behind him." Lecturer Romollo made his way through the crowd and was the first to come up and give him a strong hug.

Then came the enthusiastic students, who surrounded Kraft and came up one by one to hug him and give him the highest compliments imaginable.

In their eyes, the operation had been completed, and for the first time in history, regardless of the prognosis, the knowledge contributed by the deceased proved its worth in the living.

No matter what the means, no matter what the family's secret medicine or other help, in short, the first abdominal surgery from diagnosis to treatment was completed in the academy and by their side.

Wendenport Medical College will be a landmark name for future generations to come, along with Kraft, who are witnessing this historic moment.

A river of joy forms in the corridors, carrying Kraft around in the medical school, bringing the good news to every corner.

Unbeknownst to them, the students were also informed of the news and joined the river on the way to celebrate, and their line grew larger and larger, carrying Kraft around the medical school.

And Kraft himself went from being frightened at first, to being embarrassed, to being completely numb, and being exhibited everywhere like a parade of floats.

He didn't know how to deal with these crazy students, who were like superfans watching their natal team win the championship, caught in an unconscious group carnival.

Throughout the medical school, everyone who heard it was amazed, and then rushed to tell each other, and the news spread at an incredible speed, and quickly spread outward. I'm afraid that from tomorrow onwards, the tavern where the full text will be landed will know that there is a legendary figure in the medical school who can open the stomach to treat the disease, and then sew the stomach back up.

Of course, this kind of news will undoubtedly ferment, deform, and become even more outrageous after second-hand, third-hand, and I don't know how many hands of information are transmitted.

Even a few lecturers joined them, cheering to go to the tavern outside to charter the room, they didn't even count how many people were going to go, and what tavern could accommodate so many people.

Liston and Lucius, as participants, were dragged out of nowhere at the beginning and may now be bragging about a part of the celebration procession.

At this point, Kraft couldn't care about any of this. He managed to escape the crowd and escape back to the professor's room. He was the only one in the celebratory procession who was out of place, worried about what only he knew.

Postoperative infection is the biggest dark cloud that permeates the head, which can occur at any time, and the only way to deal with it is to resist it.

He wished there would be no undiscovered necrotic gut segments, which was not impossible with that bad vision.

I hope the black liquor doesn't have any bad effects on a kid like Liz.

I also hope that there will be no recurrence of intussusception after surgery, and I really don't know what to do if I do it again.

He had too much hope and worry, and a sense of powerlessness found him again. Kraft has so many ideas that he wants to do but can't do it now, but if the situation is a little more complicated this time, things will fall into a completely irreparable side, and there is no point in him risking the use of black liquor.

There is nothing he can do about it, and all efforts will return to this fundamental problem—the means he knows cannot be used in this era, and he can only watch the diseases he knows how to cure continue to rage, and turn around and continue to write books for the era that can play their role.

He is not willing to stop there, even if he becomes a professor, even if he passes on the book to future generations, he has to sit back and watch countless people die in his limited life.

It's torture.

Kraft slapped Lise's big medical record on the table. Far from satisfying him, the surgery made him realize things he hadn't cared much about before.

A mere intussusception is one of the most common acute abdomen in infancy and early childhood, and it can make people helpless.

How many children are there in Wendeng Port, how high is the incidence of intussusception under the current sanitary conditions, and how many are fatal?

He faltered, and began to find it ridiculous that he had written in his notebook, "Never touch unless necessary." Black liquor is very strange and incomprehensible, but isn't it terrible that so many people are killed by disease?

He thought of the black stone pillar that he couldn't take away, and the villagers who insisted on living on that land knowing the existence of "fever".

The anomalies were dangerous things he couldn't comprehend, and the lack of disease and material things brought unknown horror and death to the people here.

These things make no difference to them in essence, and even the people affected by the stone pillars for decades may not have a fraction of other common diseases.

Kraft realizes something even more terrifying than the unspeakable—that he is the one in question, because of the limited danger that may exist to reject such a thing of infinite value.

Lucius's attitude is the right fit for this era, seeking every opportunity to advance technology at any cost in the infinite unknown.

To do this, you can challenge the church ban and social tradition that prohibit the dissection of corpses, or you can experiment with yourself. Anyway, no matter how bad it is, there will be nothing that can be done in the future.

As long as it is confirmed that the black liquor can be used more, the operation will be reproducible, and he will be able to promote this surgery throughout Wendeng Port, if not to the extent it is today, it will be a qualitative change.

As soon as the mind is opened, more ideas will pop up one after another.

So far, apart from the instinctive sense of danger, the anomaly has brought him some benefits. His expanded consciousness and the success of the surgery gave him the opportunity to use his knowledge beyond his time.

Does that mean that they can be used under certain circumstances?

It's a shortcut that can't be refused, and with a little caution, you can get to the goal.

The stone pillar brought the dream of the serpent to break the limitations of his consciousness, allowing him to use all the information he had acquired; And the black liquor broke the limit of his vision and looked at the abnormal phenomenon from another angle.

Feeling something already fragile shattering in the depths, Kraft pushes open a whole new window to revisit what has been labeled as dangerous. The meanings they represent are reconstructed, and the scales begin to increase to the other side.

The ups and downs of emotions consumed what little energy he had left, and the exhaustion accumulated from the morning hit, and the boiling spirit gradually cooled.

At the last moment before losing consciousness, he contentedly grabbed the copper bottle with the diluent solution and fell asleep on the table.