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Chapter 197 Condolences

People really can't imagine people and things they haven't understood before.

Kalman was a staunch celibate who had no regrets. He went to Wendeng Port for research, and his only lifelong partner was academics. Perhaps because this image was so impressive, Kraft subconsciously felt that his attitude towards life came from his mentor.

There are shades of Morrison.

But this is not the case at all.

"When Morrison was young, it was said that his appearance ranked among the top three in the history of the college. Of course, I am not very sensitive to appearance and cannot give an objective evaluation." Sitting on the carriage heading to the suburbs of Dunling, Fernand said.

He learned about Professor Morrison that he knew.

"But the first time I met him, I saw his mentor's daughter giving him flowers."

"Later, they got married early and had a daughter, Ms. Laisili whom we are going to visit." Linden added.

In short, Professor Morrison's early life was not as bitter and bitter as imagined. He was a typical winner of a double life. He wasted his youth, struggled to get ahead, was depressed, academically suppressed, religious persecuted and so on.

I have nothing to do with him.

He is young, promising and has a good reputation. He got married in the academy and inherited part of his tutor's academic legacy. Not to mention the latter, the former alone surpasses more than 99% of his peers.

It is worth emphasizing that the current university is definitely not the kind of place suitable for love in future generations. Due to social factors, the gender ratio between men and women is close to infinity. While studying for a degree, you can also complete the life achievement of marriage, which is enough for most people to be full before graduation.

A colleague suffering from hair loss shed two lines of tears.

"So, marriage may not actually be a stumbling block to academics." The two old professors in the carriage nodded together, reached an agreement, and looked meaningfully at the third professor in the carriage.

【Why are you looking at me?】

"It's better to avoid it. My family has no throne and is eager to inherit it." Kraft opened half of the car window, left the conversation in the car, and turned to the busy street.

"Yin Feng, if you feel dizzy and nauseated, you can look outside."

As Linden said, the excellent street environment of Dunling depends on an outstanding drainage system. Its paved area is larger than imagined.

Small vendors who set up semi-fixed wooden sheds on the street to sell aquatic products, dry goods, fruits, vegetables, etc. can usually find a drain nearby. Stone slabs with holes are placed on the underground channels to guide the overflowing sewage underground.

The sanitary conditions on the streets are still poor, but there are no large areas of dirty water that could become a breeding ground for diseases and insect pests.

This makes Dunling, which was built earlier, look more polished and tidy than most emerging cities. The greater the failure to comply, the more likely it is to cause inconvenience in the transportation of domestic waste and the deterioration of the internal environment, which is a common phenomenon that continues to expand.

It is hard to imagine that the builders of the city had prepared this drainage system from the beginning. Considering that it is also responsible for disposing of sewage and bearing the rainfall in the rainy season, the underground volume is probably astonishingly large and can at least accommodate people walking in it.

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For the sake of convenience, the outlet of the drainage system should be built on the bank of the Teme River. However, when traveling by boat along the river, no corresponding structure was seen, and it may be that it leads to a deeper or further place.

Although the environment in cities has greatly improved, it does not prevent people from escaping to the suburbs when they have a choice.

The place they were going to was a small manor in the suburbs, not far from the city, which was Morrison's residence during his lifetime.

There are many such units on the outskirts of the city, for people who don't want to be trapped by the noisy and turbid currents, but must commute frequently, so they have no practical function of growing crops.

The fence is wrapped with thorny rose vines, isolating the sparsely manicured garden from the outside world. White bell-shaped flowers hang from the flower stands hung with rich green curtains. The servants quickly walk through the winding paths of the trees to inform the guests of the distant visitors.

Two ladies in the courtyard.

Fernand simply tidied up and checked his appearance after getting off the car, and walked in the front.

During Morrison's lifetime, they were far from getting along well enough to visit each other. At this time, they were somewhat emotionally affected by the urge to remember the old friend, or to harm others, and were invaded by Lyndon and someone with ulterior motives.

Offer slanderous words to deceive.

When he actually came to the door, he felt that it might not be appropriate to come to express condolences based on the relationship between the two of them. If he was not careful, he could easily be misunderstood. But now it was too late to regret and want to go back, so he had to straighten his collar, look serious, and try to remember the time when he heard the news of his master's death.

Surprise and regret in order to express a more heartfelt attitude of condolences.

"Good morning, Ms. Lesley, please allow me to express my deepest condolences as an academic."

Several words passed by, representing Rivers Medical School's solemn but not harmonious relationship. It seemed that he was an old friend and it seemed irrelevant. He didn't want to bow to Morrison, so it was more reasonable to use his personal identity as a colleague.

A middle-aged lady wearing a black gauze skirt stood up from the table filled with tea sets, and the same black veil covered her face. The young woman who was talking to her politely bowed and left the table, leaving space for the host and guest.

Upon seeing this, Kraft signaled Kupp to take Yin Feng and leave temporarily.

"Professor Fernand, my father mentioned you, a leader of the college with outstanding academic achievements." Her voice was gentle and slightly hoarse, like water between millstones that moistened the alienated conversation, "Please

sit down."

Three cups of hot tea were poured into the cups and placed in front of the three people who sat down.

Fernand touched the tea and hesitated to take it. It was the first time in his life that he had been treated like this when he came to the enemy's house. He began to urgently recall and evaluate whether the long-term verbal dispute between him and Morrison was involved.

Personal attacks, and whether this level is worth dissolving in tea, would bring drinkers directly face-to-face with Morrison's additives.

"In short, we all feel very sorry for the professor's death. As colleagues who had frequent academic exchanges during his lifetime, please let us do our part if necessary." Linden said sincerely.

"Thank you for your concern. I will remember it if necessary." Ms. Laisili pinched the handle of the cup with three fingers, held it up to her veil and took a sip.

Thanks to the unexpectedly gentle attitude of the relatives of the deceased, the atmosphere relaxed, giving those present the illusion that they were really old friends who came to express their condolences. However, after a few basic conversations, the next conversation was not so easy to start.

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As usual, Fernand, who had the most exchanges with him, enumerated the deceased's important achievements, including research on the structure of certain white tree-like cords whose functions were not elucidated in "The Structure of the Human Body" when he was young, and his research on the combination of herbal medicines to relieve fever symptoms in middle age.

Verification, to show that people today will always remember their contributions.

When it came to academics, this elegant lady did not go into further detail except for expressing her restrained sadness. Obviously, Morrison had no intention of letting his only daughter inherit her profession and continue on this difficult road.

Thinking that this daughter seems to have inherited the non-marriage mentality that is prevalent in the academic world, the medical family that has been in the academy for nearly a hundred years may end up in this small manor.

"What a pity." Fernand hid his face and closed his eyes. The uncontrollable sadness made his eyes a little moist. He truly felt that time was passing away from everyone, and the end of a certain reservation might be quietly approaching between the buried pages.

This professor, who had always only been mentioned occasionally by his father, was one of the most real among the visitors. Upon seeing this, Ms. Lesley comforted her and said: "My father is not a person obsessed with life and death. I often see him."

Reading through the holy scriptures left by my mother, I may have already looked forward to going to the world after death."

"Please have your condolences." Kraft took out a beautifully packaged box from the box he carried with him and opened it, placing a crystal clear round bottle inside.

"This is a gift for Professor Morrison. My recommender is Kalman, the professor's disciple, who can be considered half of the professor's student. Your father's research on human structure during his lifetime will soon be used in the next surgery.

Put into practical use during the revolution, this is one of the experimental research equipment that brought breakthroughs. It has special significance, and it is reasonable to give it to you, madam."

"Is this...is this too expensive?" No matter from the bottle's craftsmanship, material, or meaning, it is something that can be placed in the academy's highest collection cabinet.

Fernand gave Kraft a "smart" look, something with special meaning, suitable for his identity and of sufficient weight was just right at this time, "Consider it the goodwill of Rivers University. We are on the same path and should be like brothers."

Support.”

"Thank you. I assure you that it will be kept in the best possible way." Ms. Laisili took the box, locked the lid in front of her, and carefully placed it on the table. "It's just that given the current situation, I'm afraid it will be difficult for me to do so."

Here’s a return gift.”

"It's okay, if possible, can I borrow Professor Morrison's holy book?" Kraft seemed to casually hand over a symbolic request for communication, so that the two parties would be formally equal.

"If you need it, of course there is no problem."

"Thank you very much. I will definitely return it in full."

[Morrison studied the Holy Scriptures? Or before his death?]

This was the first time Kraft had heard such an outrageous thing.

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