"Professor Kraft, you must try this." Martin held two large glasses and knocked on the wooden door of the cubicle. Some kind of bubbling sweetness and music from outside broke into the space, and was blocked again by the door panel.
go.
Putting the things on the table where they were not occupied by paper, he picked up a cup and took a sip, "I heard that the boss made a fortune from this."
"What's this."
Craft put the dangerous substance away from the glass of dripping liquid, away from the paper on the table, put it under his nose and smelled it.
It was a light alcohol with a natural sweet aroma. The base was from beer. It was added with refreshing leaf minced and thick sweetening seasoning. Sparse small bubbles occasionally precipitated from the light golden liquid, and snow-white was added.
Thick foam.
A layer of water mist condenses on the wall of the cup, which is where the droplets come from.
"Wine? Chilled?" It doesn't look cheap. It's summer now.
"Honey beer, the only one near Rivers. I hope it suits your taste, but I haven't met anyone who doesn't like it." Martin blew away the foam and mint, took another sip of the wine, and made a "
Please” gesture.
The drink you brought back from the off-campus sales point on a hot day? It’s really nostalgic, even the sweet and fragrant taste is very similar.
"Thank you very much, but it's not appropriate to drink before you have serious business to do."
"Have a taste. This wine is very light and refreshing."
"Okay, just one sip." Kraft picked up the cup. Few people can resist sparkling sweet drinks, and he is an experienced fan.
The entrance is different from what I imagined. The sweetness is not very strong, but more refreshing and bubbly. It is like being suddenly taken out of a stuffy small room and returned to the widest water of the Temu River. The cool breeze blows after the rain.
Come, the best memory of Westmin is this.
He couldn't help but take another sip, "It's really good, it tastes like a manor."
"It's really terrible here. Not only is it hot, it's also noisy. This band, if it hadn't been written on the invitation, I would have thought it was a party."
"Formal occasions always need some atmosphere, and they can't be deserted, right?" Martin glanced at the paper on the table, "Is this your speech?"
"No, of course not. This is Petrie's, and it's not a speech."
"Petrie? Why are his things here with you?"
"What do you mean here? This is the Tuberculosis and Rare Disease Medical Society of Rivers University. It calls documents in the name of gathering needs to maintain the academic reputation of deceased participants and award honors posthumously."
"What?"
"As the chairman of the society, I am referring to these manuscripts to sort out valuable information." After browsing the contents on the paper, Kraft was still uneasy. He held the paper up to the sun, observed the transparent paper surface, and tried to learn from the inside.
Find some unconventional recording methods.
"Ah...ah?" Martin was in awe, but he also thought of some other questions, "Besides you, what other committee members do you want to see? After all, the death of Lecturer Petrie is related to heresy. Is there anything inappropriate that should be leaked?
content?"
"No, it's just me."
"What about this society?"
"Anyway, it's a serious society with strong authorization." Kraft didn't explain much. He put down the page in disappointment, took out another one, and took a cup to moisten his throat. It was a bit sloppy to talk too much in this weather.
Dry tongue.
"Besides, I didn't find the 'content not suitable for others to see' clearly stated on the page. This is already the third time, so I took it here to read it."
"The clear surgical records, operation experience, and our anatomy...oh no, the human body structure lecturer's level is about the same."
"Basically, they are all existing operations, without any major innovations or process improvements. It may be that there are not enough cases handled, and the operation time is even longer, and there is no follow-up."
"It lacks specificity and has a small sample size. It doesn't look like something you would talk about at a party. This either means that he is a lazy person like me who doesn't write a manuscript until the last minute."
Martin didn't understand much of the professional content here, but he understood one thing: Kraft didn't find the evidence he wanted.
"Either someone took the part that was to be found."
"Yes, I asked the caretaker." Kraft chewed the crumbs in his mouth and continued after swallowing, "Brimmer was also there. In the name of an academic gathering, I don't know if he took anything.
.”
"I have to admit that sometimes this identity is too useful. The only regret is that I am not the first to use it like this."
"But Brimer's action itself revealed a lot of information. Regardless of whether he took anything away, at least it showed that at that time, he felt that Petrie was exposed to something. This is why I am still willing to spend money on these waste papers.
Because of time.”
"Did you find anything?"
"Of course." Kraft glanced at the door to confirm that it was really closed tightly. Even if anyone wanted to stick outside and eavesdrop, all they would hear would be noisy voices and an orchestra playing during the interlude.
"Petrie, he's really slow at doing amputations."
"You just said this."
"Yes, but some of the scenes were too slow and too standard, including the rigorous hemostasis of blood vessels. He used crow's-beak forceps to pull out the ends of arteries one by one and ligated sutures, including some small arteries. This took a very long time."
Martin imagined the scene and picked out the severed blood vessels one by one in the section of the severed limb. "I would rather use a soldering iron."
"This operation itself is beneficial to the patient's prognosis, Martin. Using a soldering iron is fast, but Jiao Hu's wound is not conducive to healing. His problem is that it takes too long. Can you imagine that a five-minute concert can be played outside?
Six-piece amputation?”
More than twenty minutes, nearly half an hour, this operation time is not worth mentioning under general anesthesia. It is nothing more than closing and opening the eyes. Without anesthesia, it is most likely that the eyes will be closed and not open.
"That's terrible."
"Indeed, it is unlikely to be solved even with iced anesthesia. That would be terrible." Craft said meaningfully, "But that will soon be a thing of the past."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! He shook the box at his feet gently, and the set of glassware inside made a clear and crisp sound like wind chimes.
The music outside came to an end, the host's announcement overwhelmed the noise, and the cumbersome prefix names were repeated over and over again, as if some team was about to come on stage to receive the award collectively.
"...and an honorary professor at Rivers University, a lecturer at Wendeng Port College, and a knight who inherited the heroic bloodline of his ancestors. He came to Westminster from the far north of the kingdom..."
"Well, to be honest, it's a bit embarrassing. Before I knew it, it was my turn. See you later. Please keep an eye on these papers for me." Kraft clinked glasses with Martin, raised his head and drank the last sip.
"May the angels bless your lips."
"Thank you, I'd rather skip it." Speaking of angels, Kraft remembered that the pendant was still with him, glowing red.
"Don't worry, based on my experience, it usually takes a while to get to this point. Appearing too early will look very embarrassing. It's better to show up at a later time." Martin, who has many security experiences, said.
Sound advice.
"Oh yes, speaking of angels, there is indeed something I almost forgot to tell you. Didn't that weirdo say something before he died?"
"What are you talking about?" After being busy with the Duke and Yin Feng's illness for so many days, Kraft had already pushed what happened in the forest to the edge of his mind, and only remembered what happened by looking through his memory.
[…Say to them, Do not be afraid, for I bring you good news of great joy, which will be for all people…]
"I asked an acquaintance from the seminary, the kind who is absolutely reliable, to ask what it meant." Martin leaned lazily on the back of his chair and took a sip of his iced drink. It seemed that the news was not bad.
"It's a passage that a saint said when he saw an angel descending to earth. Don't worry, it's not a curse or anything like that. Fortunately, it's not said that it was recited by a pagan, otherwise it would have been labeled as 'blasphemous' and he would have had to fight hard with me."
The black-robed figure paused in front of the door. In his too clear memory, the unrecognizable face was still in front of his eyes. Under the colorful scales, the remaining facial features were distorted into a recognizable expression of "surprise".
Looking back now, the "surprise" contained something other than unwillingness to die, or it could be interpreted as a subtle surprise, or even getting what you wanted.
The body of the creeping creature had been dismembered by the chaos in the distance, and he could not see it. And the thing that swept over it before it died, as weak as a breath, was probably its spiritual senses, and its scope was limited to the whole body, and it could not extend beyond the body.
Outside the window.
"Thank you for your understanding." Kraft opened the door and appeared in the main hall, stepping into the roaring sound.