"I don't understand why you're bringing Apple."

The priest reached into the sack of grain, fumbled for a moment, and pulled out a slightly green apple, less than half the size of his fist.

This fruit, which may enter thousands of households in the future, has not yet been fully domesticated by humans, and the vicinity of the port of comfort is not considered a suitable climate for cultivation, and it does not grow as well as it should be.

The outer skin of the red and green junction was slightly shrunken, and the moisture was carried away by the wind and sun in the untimely transportation, and the purchaser picked out a few of them in good condition and put them into the bag provided by the vendor, which also contained the bran that pierced the hands.

Rubbing the dust from the peel on the white robe, Adrian chewed on the fluffy flesh, the lack of juice was not enough to replenish the secreted saliva.

"Generally, it is not as good as mine, and it is not suitable for drinking." The priest finished nibbling on the apple and was not satisfied. The thirst of the port area has not been alleviated after walking half the time under the sun, and I am ready to try a fuller one.

Kraft tightened the mouth of the bag and slapped his hand away, it was not easy to find a place to buy fruit, after all, most fruits were not very resistant to transportation, and the apples he usually saw were mainly in the form of cider.

"You should bring some fruit with you when you visit a sick person, right?"

"What's the point? You're going to see someone, aren't you? The fat hand threw away the pit and rubbed two more handfuls on his body, the sugar was insufficient, and there was no sticky feeling, "And I haven't heard of bringing fruit and some wine when visiting a patient?" ”

"Let's talk about the person we're looking for today." Kraft rubbed the corners of his forehead to ease his blood pressure, which had been raised out of thin air, and the headache seemed to be committed again.

But one thing the priest said was right, there was really no need to bring fruit to the door. But I always feel that it is not convenient to show goodwill when I come to the door empty-handed, and it just so happens that apples have a special meaning for otherworldly souls, and buying them on the road is a good start to the day.

"What are you talking about? Didn't you say it all, I used to work with people who made sour, and after a fall, it was like that, and it was all up to my daughter to take care of him. ”

"Didn't you go into details?" Kraft wanted to hear more about it before he walked in, to plan ahead what he should ask, and to compare it with the other family's statements. After all, face-to-face is not suitable for the two to communicate privately.

"The last time I went, he couldn't say anything, he was lying on the bed, and his excrement had to be cleaned up by his daughter." Few people are able to maintain peace of mind when talking about this, and Father Adrian is no exception.

He was still a good priest even when he didn't mention wine, and he had compassion for the world, and the family's plight was the most unfortunate of all he knew.

"I could feel him still conscious, trapped in a shell with broken hands and feet. He could chew food, cough non-stop, and breathe hard like Vicham was pulling his old bellows, muttering muffled words in between gasps—something like that. I privately advised his daughter not to take him to church. ”

"You know, I'm kind of an enlightened kind." Adrian explains, "But there are some of the more stubborn 'old-school' characters in the church, who are terrible. ”

Clough nodded and agreed that the most devout believers should be careful to decide whether or not to leave such a situation to the religious powers, although most of the time they do not have the ability to make their own decisions.

Along the gravel laneway, the priest said as he walked in with Kraft, away from the street, which was about the same as Wenden Harbour,

"His daughter, I don't know what to say...... Gotta feed two people. What to do, what to do? ”

He really didn't know what to say, at least the moral education that the church had cultivated for many years made him have to avoid direct speech and organize the language from scratch, "She is still so young, should she go to learn from those people in the port?" ”

There was some indignation between the words, but it was not clear where they were directed.

Kraft didn't know what to say, but listened to the priest's complaints silently with the apple, and found that the two of them had something in common, and that they would come into contact with something less pleasant.

The path is sparsely populated with footsteps. He patted the priest on the shoulder and motioned for someone to approach and not to continue, even if it was not intended to be the case, to avoid a bad reputation.

Before the priest could shut up, a female voice rang out from behind, "You're talking about Yvonne?" ”

"What Yvonne? I'm talking about the port taverns that don't ......" Adrian reacted quickly, and immediately wanted to reveal the matter and divert attention from the people who came to problem, "Uh, good afternoon, Yvonne." ”

A maroon-haired girl stood around the corner, looking at them with one hand on her waist. This is more than half the distance between the priest's words and those of the priest.

Kraft was so embarrassed that he wanted to learn to lie in the sand, hiding behind the priest's fat body to reduce his presence, and he wanted to stuff himself into an apple bag.

Before being suspended, Adrian was also a priest for many years, and his cheekiness was also part of his work, so he actually held up behind his back to talk about the scene of being hit, and when nothing happened, he used Kraft to attract firepower.

"I got a new doctor for your father, just like the one in the holy scriptures who knows how to see, and helped me see liver disease." He stepped back, revealing Kraft, who was staring at the apple bag, who was embarrassed to make a professional awkward smile that didn't find proper etiquette.

There was no way to avoid the narrow road encounter, and he stepped forward to hand out the bag to the girl who was just up to his chest, like being pulled out by a parent when visiting a strange relative, trying to go through the process to ease the atmosphere.

"Hello, I'm Kraft Wood, a lecturer at the Wendengang Medical College, and I've been invited by Father Adrian to see and treat you, hoping to help my father's condition." I hope to ask for some news about the alchemist.

There is nothing wrong with trying to diagnose and treat, but finding clues is the main intention. The purpose is not pure, the aura is a little weaker, and there is no confidence in the treatment of suspected stroke cases, and the more you talk about it, the more you say it, the more you lose it.

Yvonne looked at the doctor who had been brought by the priest suspiciously, the name prefix was quite long, and the surname was added when signing up, which seemed not very ordinary. The priest's opinion was confirmed, and the girl hesitated a little and did not reach out to take the bag that had been delivered.

The scene froze, and Kraft looked at Adrian for help, although this person was the culprit responsible for the current scene, so he was familiar with the other party, right?

The priest finally took an active role, took the bag, took Kraft's place, and explained to Yvonne: "Mr. Kraft has a unique way of looking for the cause, unlike the doctors who came before him. In the bag are apples for you, you're welcome. ”

"Thank you, Father." Probably because Adrian had a good relationship with her, at least he was familiar with him when he helped Wichem find news. After he spoke, Yvonne's tense little face relaxed a little and thanked him politely, but he still didn't take the apple.

"But if you're looking for my father, I'm afraid you'll be a few days late."

The new doctor gave the girl no hope or anything else on her face, only a calm and indifferent expression, which Kraft sometimes saw in adults, the kind of repetition of hope and greater disappointment in the long course of illness, beating out the remaining emotions like sparks, leaving a dead piece of hard iron.

But there was no other adult in the family to take care of everything, so it was natural to fall on a child.

She didn't seem to be very sad, even a little relieved, and told the result bluntly, "He died three days ago, and he didn't tell me what you asked. ”