In the morning fog in Wendeng Port, Kraft completed his morning exercises as usual, had breakfast, and walked towards the college with his books and lesson plans under his arm.
"Good morning, Lecturer Kraft."
As the course became very popular in the college, students in black robes would always greet him on the road. Most of them were students who were familiar with Kraft, and there were also students whom Kraft had never met in class.
"Good morning, Charlie, and Green." Kraft nodded in response.
Thanks to his good memory, he memorized the names of all the students who took the initiative to ask questions during the communication. Of these two students, one asked him about the structure of the skull, and the other asked about the anatomy of various abdominal pains three days ago.
explanation above.
When they heard their names being called out, they showed surprised expressions. Although they had heard that the new lecturer had a pretty good memory, it was incredible that he could remember and identify him among so many questioners.
Responding to the greetings of the students along the way, Kraft hummed in his heart and walked through this journey in a good mood.
The feeling of being recognized for his work made him very happy, and getting up early to go to work didn't seem so painful at this time.
When faced with studious students, the teaching experience is indeed much better than with sleepy students.
There is no doubt that this "sleepy student" is himself. During college, he stayed up late and woke up early. As soon as the teacher came into class, he read PPT in front of a group of depressed classmates. It was difficult to tell the classmates lying on the table.
Was he sleepy to begin with, or was he hypnotized?
Today, he is really gratified to have such high-quality students. Of course, there is also the reason why the cost of learning here is too high, whether it is time cost or money cost, there is no room for students to waste it.
Kraft's good mood ended abruptly at the entrance of the college.
As we all know, there is a very important rule for people on duty, especially those on night shift. That is, don't speak out when you are free.
Even if you are so bored at work that your cell phone has run out of battery, don’t use words like “free” and “nothing”.
Anyone who violates this iron law will generally be punished - one second his life was calm, but the next second everything changed suddenly, and all kinds of unreasonable things were faced directly in front of him.
This is in line with Kraft's current experience. One second he was sighing at the quietness of the years, and the next second he was awakened by the noise coming from the entrance of the college.
From afar, I saw a group of people gathered together, and the noisy quarrels could be heard across half the street.
The worst part is that most of the people around are medical students wearing black robes, the rest are brown robes from the law school, white robes from the seminary, and a few blue robes from the liberal arts college watching the excitement.
Such a large group of people blocked half of the entrance of the college. If you want to enter, you have to walk past them.
Moving closer, Kraft heard the content of their argument.
"We can't pray for her. We have to go to the church to find someone."
"What should we do?"
"Are there no beds left in the medical school?"
"We can't just take him back!"
"It's not wrong to try..."
"That doesn't make sense! Is this what you, the spokesmen of gods, are like?"
“I don’t have this qualification before graduation!”
"Is this something I can try?"
The crowd was so dense that Kraft could not see what was going on in the circle from the outside. He could only see the fierce quarrel between several colors due to his height advantage, and he could not tell who was talking to whom.
This scene immediately activated Kraft's troublesome PTSD. It can't be a medical incident, right? This industry has such a long history? Why are you just watching as a janitor? Why isn't it called a security department?
Several thoughts flashed through his mind, and Kraft realized that he was not in a hospital now, nor at his previous university. There probably wasn't a dedicated department to deal with this kind of trouble.
The person in charge of the gate of the college has no security function. He is just responsible for opening and closing the door. The only way to solve the problem is to wait for someone with real power in the college to come. He doesn't know who in the college can take care of this matter, let alone how to solve it.
Kraft frowned and planned to imitate a certain man named Han, "When the situation is bad, retreat behind the crowd", bypass the crowd and go to the classroom to prepare for class.
But he greatly underestimated his popularity in medical school. Before he could take a few steps, he heard someone calling his name from behind.
"Lecturer Kraft? Good morning!" The sharp-eyed students in black robes easily recognized this new lecturer who was popular with everyone. His mouth was two steps faster than his brain, and he said hello first, "I can occupy you for a while.
Time?"
This voice attracted the attention of all the students present, including a few who were arguing in the center. Everyone turned their heads this way.
"Lecturer Craft?"
"Ah, Kraft, you came just in time."
There was a very familiar figure in the head that turned around, with a head of brown hair, it was Lucius. He was in the center of the crowd, and there was a seminary student in white robes next to him. His originally pale face turned red.
, it seems to be quite intense indeed.
He stretched out his hand to separate the crowd, trying to make way for Kratu. "Make way, this is a lecturer from our medical school."
Needless to say, most of the medical students present knew Kraft, and the crowd quickly parted, giving him access to the center of the trouble.
This is really amazing, Kraft thought to himself, I am the wronged person. It seems to be such a logic. He is already a lecturer in the medical school. The only person present who is not a student, at least for now, he should take over.
Moreover, in full view of the crowd, his plan to sneak past also failed, and Kraft could only reluctantly walk over under the gaze of everyone.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" Kraft walked to the center of the crowd. The scene was indeed similar to what he imagined.
The anxious middle-aged man was at a loss and hugged the child with tears on his face. The seminary students were holding books next to them. Lucius looked at the child, wanting to get started but didn't know how to do it. There were also students from the law school.
I don't know what to do next to me.
Good guys, a standard medical dispute is on the doorstep, right? According to past experience, the following plot will change depending on the specific situation, showing a complicated development trend, but today's lesson definitely doesn't need to think about it.
Seeing Kraft coming over, the middle-aged man knelt down with the child in his arms. Lucius quickly stretched out his hand to stop him, fearing that he would hurt the child. The seminary student staggered and fell back after being hit, and the scene lasted for a moment.
It's a mess.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Kraft rushed forward and held the man's shoulders with one hand, and supported the child in his arms with the other. The child was not young at all, and his shoulders sank due to his weight, and he almost failed to stop him.
"Gris, why is it you?" He raised his head and looked at the man with some annoyance, and found that he was actually the owner of the tavern next to the school. His current image was a bit bad, and Kraft failed to recognize him at the first time.
"Please, help my daughter, I really have no choice." Boss Gris's voice was unclear, his hoarse and sad vocal cords vibrating the air, with a hint of exhaustion and helplessness.
He must have run a lot, his face was covered in sweat, his hair was messy, and his throat was dry and hoarse due to lack of moisture.
Kraft didn't understand what was going on. Logically speaking, although the college has a medical school, it generally does not provide treatment.
Unless there are special occasions when there is a demonstration to be done, patients who are short of money will come for a temporary visit. In essence, it is still a school.
When everyone is sick every day, even students in the college go to outside clinics to see a doctor. More often, they go to churches to pray. If they are lucky, a priest will give them holy water, bless them, etc.
St. Simon's Church's business in this area is quite developed. After all, there are no qualifications these days. The environment and level of the small clinic are not ideal. Maybe going to the church will be cleaner.
Then... then there is no more. These two places are your only choices. No one really wants to go to a medical school with a lot of weird rumors for help, right? Other students in the college don't enter their building.
The puzzled Kraft looked at Lucius, hoping he could explain how the situation developed like this.
"I've been to churches and several clinics, no." Lucius summed up the situation in one sentence, and it was obvious that he was also very anxious. As an outgoing and enthusiastic person, it was impossible for him to disagree with the owner of the tavern he frequented.
Familiar, "Boss Gris is quite familiar with us, so he can only come to our place to try what we can do, even praying."
"It's not that I don't want to help, it's just that we are not qualified to assume the responsibilities of priests, and the church also said that we can only depend on God's will." The seminarian student patted his white robe helplessly.
After he graduates, this robe will have the opportunity to be replaced by a formal priest's robe with a double-winged circlet holy emblem. You may not be caught practicing medicine here without a license, but it is a very serious matter to work as a priest without permission.
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"Try the head office. Just say a prayer for the patients. You know Boss Gris, right?"
"This is really not okay." The law student interjected and lowered his voice and said, "It's okay to say it in private, but it's really meaningless. The seminary also has strict control."
Kraft understood that the church placebo was ineffective and the clinic could not do anything. It was an emergency medical treatment.
"Alas." Kraft sighed. The patient had no choice but to go to the hospital. There was no higher-level hospital to transfer him to. "So Lucius, what are you waiting for?"
"Such a serious illness requires the consent of the lecturer." Lucius looked at Kraft expectantly, making him a little nervous, "It's different from the classmate from the law school last time."
This rule is not surprising. When treating critically ill patients, you have to think about the negative consequences if something happens, so there must be someone who can bear the blame, and it can't be a student anyway.
Kraft knew this very well, but it did not affect his choice, or he never felt that this was a multiple-choice question.
"Let's go in." Kraft handed the books and lesson plans to Lucius, and took the child from the arms of Gris, whose hands were trembling. "Leave it to me first, and go get a drink of water. I have a lot of questions later.