It was not difficult to notice the abnormality of the sleeve, it fluctuated rhythmically, especially on the black-robed body.

Kraft drew his sword and stabbed it straight into the palm of his hand, unexpectedly piercing it directly.

This was not normal, the skin muscles that wrapped around the bones were gone, replaced by a substance with little resistance, flowing slowly around the tip of the blade, with subtle tremors of gnawing and cresting cling.

He stopped Green from pouring oil and twisted the blade of his sword, slicing the sleeve vertically under the armpit of his robe.

The body was undoubtedly dead, and it was difficult to tell the exact time of death in Kraft's eyes. It is in a special state of dryness, in which the water-filled fat is dissociated, and the long and dry muscle bundles adhere to the surface of the skeleton of the left upper limb with four curves, and the cortex is constricted to form longitudinal folds.

However, the clear texture, the pores are preserved, and they are vividly frozen in the moment when life passes.

In contrast, the palm of the hand seems to be the place where the lives that have passed are gathered, condensed to the point of saturation and melting of skin and bones.

The boundaries between tissues blurred and retreated into a state of low differentiation, with a fetal heartbeat, forming the kind of cuff undulation they saw.

The slender fingers melted and spread out, and the flippers were inseparable from each other, flowing like a boiling paste on an iron plate, filling the gap that had just been scratched.

In the midst of the churning creatures, several hard objects of various sizes were held up, white shards of stone, emitting a faint glow that was better than nothing but could not be concealed by the light of torches.

Calcified nodules rapidly precipitate, condense into irregular tooth-like structures, rub and bite, and stir up the nearest dry tissue into itself.

Kraft slashed his sword over his shoulder, severing half of the limb, and a second slash entered through the same mouth, completely severing the limb. He didn't want to watch this thing swallow up the remains that might have clues, and then realize that there was new fodder nearby.

There was no blood gushing out of the incision, the fluids dried up unexpectedly, and the oily, viscous black fluid seeped out of the blood vessels and condensed into fluid.

The oozing was slow, even enough for Kraft to block his vision behind him and pull out a new bottle to catch the liquid.

The state of flowing non-condensation indicates its identity, the black liquor in a fully activated state.

It was almost synonymous with attractiveness, and the active mass of dangerous biomass on the ground didn't stop the surrounding gaze from drifting towards the black flowing in the bottle until it was covered by the bag.

The amount of liquid was minimal, and Kraft quickly finished collecting it, dragging the remains aside from the amorphous mass and completely cutting out his robes for his belongings.

Tweezers, vascular forceps, long needles, and a leather-covered booklet with a buckle.

The cover has a shiny surface and a slight crack on the back, which is supposed to be often turned over, and the scribbled handwriting is interspersed with ink marks and mottled stains.

"What's that?" Green waved off the occasional torch with sparks, and used a lantern to help illuminate the pages.

"It's like a notebook, an anatomical note." Kraft flipped through a few pages to see what it was about, and the time span was quite long, and the first few pages were already three years ago.

An autopsy of a dead infant was recorded, and a strange piece of tissue was found in the anterior part of the upper mediastinum that had not been seen in an adult before, and he used a simple sketch to identify the location and general shape, and noted that the area should be noted next time.

Then the next autopsy was three months away, and he didn't get any more subjects of the same age.

"What's in there?"

"Say your work has been very successful." Kraft continued to flip through, and at this rate of record, the booklet could not have been that thick.

Although the frequency of practice is low, and the words are not very good-looking, the attitude and professionalism of the note-taker are commendable, and the logic and descriptive accuracy are in place, and the level is to the point where Kraft quickly affirms the identity of his peers.

The author's diction has become a habit, and he can fill in the appropriate proper nouns in the appropriate places without thinking, and keep writing without thinking.

It seems that I have long considered that the notes may fall into the hands of others, and there is no signature in them, but I can basically lock my identity to a small range without reading it.

"Medical school, not students, at least the lecturer who can lead the anatomy at this level is above, but it is more likely to be a lecturer, and the frequency of practice of those professors should be higher."

After the first few dissections, the interval between subsequent recordings began to shorten about a year ago, becoming more frequent than nearly weekly, and the content quickly became more elaborate and no longer limited to dissections.

In a rare occurrence, the booklet chronicles how, based on experience gained from previous autopsies, they bypassed the muscular bundles of the arm to clear a complex fracture of the upper arm without damaging the blood vessels.

Kraft can imagine that scene, the surgeon needs to separate the tissue layer by layer, use the pull hook to retract the tendon, expose the fracture site below, examine the blood vessels, clean the broken bones, and reduce the backbone, which is a groundbreaking advanced operation at a time when traction reduction on the body surface has not yet become commonplace.

The most important part is that it takes a long time and requires a stable environment.

A week later, the follow-up can be seen that the operation failed, the patient developed a high fever after the operation, the missing part of the bone fragment led to instability of the synthesis, the loss of sensation and motor ability on the radial side of the palm, and the patient could not continue to work with iron.

Seeing this Kraft sighed, the lack of understanding of nerves and the difficulty of healing after the loss of large areas of bone are basically unsolvable problems, and no matter how hard you try, it is useless.

Unfortunately, they did try a variety of options, including bone crushing backfills and other material substitutions.

The finest example is in syphilis patients, who try to replace the fractures caused by the destruction of germs with animal bone carvings.

This time, the result was even worse, it should be that the disinfection was not thorough, and the basic conditions were poor to a certain extent under the long-term pain, and the postoperative complications directly relieved the patient from the pain.

Under the blow of failure after failure, it can be felt that the recorder is about to go crazy, and even come to the conclusion that even with the help of the miraculous potion of unknown origin, complex surgery is basically impossible.

This means that for a long time, the anatomical development achieved at great cost may not be approaching the end of curing the patient, but rather doing useless work.

"They've gone too far." Even if the problem of anesthesia is solved by taking a shortcut in black liquor, the rest is a pure dead end. The problem of the limitations of the times is not a problem of people.

However, the next step of the record changed to a change of style, and they retrieved the patient who had failed for the first time and tried some kind of "new filling material".

There is no fever, there is no prolongation, and even the loss of mobility and consciousness has returned to the affected limb.

There was only one minor problem, and the patient seemed to be experiencing less severe auditory hallucinations.

"Below, I heard people talking to me in the sewers, a lot of people."

(End of chapter)