Chapter 324: Vibrant Emerging Social Groups (End of Volume)
"It's not easy to find you."
There are puddles scattered among the weeds after the rain, reflecting the blurry and gloomy sky between the canopy gaps, and endless water droplets falling randomly from the top of the head.
Decay and brokenness are the theme here. Moss is like nature’s fingers, climbing up along the cracks of the tombstones, dragging these man-made objects and their owners’ messages into the mud.
Wading found the person they had been looking for all morning at the edge of the cemetery.
The figure wrapped in a black doctor's robe stood in front of a group of small tombstones.
One of them is obviously newly built, and there are even bouquets of shriveled flowers left overnight. They have begun to yellow and fade, and it is only a matter of time before they blend in.
"I'm not in the college or the clinic. If someone hadn't given me directions, I would have looked for you all day long."
The man turned around, and Wadin saw other things blocked on the ground, including empty swaddling clothes and baby clothes abandoned here. There were also some gadgets that looked like they were barely made. Although they were in ordinary shape, they were polished very smooth and had no burrs.
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"This is?"
"A patient." Kraft flicked away the water drops on his clothes. The ends of his hair and shoulders were a little wet, obviously he had been standing here for a long time.
The priest who showed Wadin the way was a little uneasy when he mentioned this mysterious man. If he hadn't seen that he didn't have any tools on him, he might have thought that he was here to disturb the deceased's sleep.
"Your patient?" This experience was quite special. Brother Wadding had never thought that one day he would be able to chat so calmly with people from the medical school in the cemetery.
He swore that if the other party really had any disrespectful thoughts towards the body of the deceased under the protection of Heavenly Father, he would stop him, or at least express his opposition clearly.
This idea makes my subconscious feel a little ridiculous. Maybe I can tell this joke to the twisted things that have solidified into petrified coral shapes in the underground lake-maybe they can laugh and come to life?
However, the professor did not seem to have such intention at the moment. He nodded, "Yes, my patient, we announced his death just three days ago."
"Heavenly Father has mercy." The monk drew a ring on his chest, mourning for the souls who were recalled to the Father before having the chance to experience life.
He was not surprised. Looking at the small tombstones that were also arranged here, he knew that this kind of thing was not uncommon. There were many more who had no chance to get a place in the church cemetery, but were buried privately in the garden or in the church.
The land near the home was even hastily abandoned and buried.
At the end of his short life, he received the last love from his parents and had a decent ending, which was considered to be one of the better ones he knew.
It's just that he doesn't understand why Kraft appears here.
After all, babies are as fragile as wheat sprouts, and some of them are destined to die early due to various reasons, which is a natural law.
Death is so common that there is absolutely nothing to blame, just like no one has the right to blame the fate given by Heavenly Father. Those children with congenital defects will live a painful life even if they are lucky enough to survive.
But since Kraft was willing to spend a rare day off to stay here, it means that he must have his reasons. Usually people will have the desire to talk at this time, and Wadding happened to be very curious.
"What was the cause of death?"
"Our negligence, and the limited conditions."
"I remember that your area of specialization does not seem to include fertility and children." As someone who has done background checks, Vading has some understanding of the majors of the focus, "What is the situation?"
"The earliest medical records of this family were later found to be traced back to the child's father. He had been treated in David's clinic for a 'chronic cough' about two months ago, which was about the time when we first started to establish the medical record system."
"Thirty-five years old, self-employed cotton spinning workshop operator. He inhaled cotton dust and a lot of fiber in the working environment. His current wife has been married to him for nearly ten years and had no children before this pregnancy."
"Considering that there were only some common cough symptoms, David opened a bottle of cough drops and sent the person back without doing any more treatment - in fact, no matter who had it in his hands, there was nothing better to do, but in hindsight
, there is obviously a step missing here.”
He recalled these things with so much treasure that it almost felt like he had an invisible book in his hand that he could flip through at any time.
"Aren't you talking about children?" Vadin had the urge to ask the other party why he didn't start from Genesis, but considering that there was no need to humiliate himself in front of professionals, he resisted.
"Forty-seven days ago, the patient's mother came to the clinic and said she had a slight cough. At that time, we were wallowing in the sewer. We only had time to roughly review the case at night, but there were too many repeated surnames and it was impossible to arrange them.
It’s saved by family, so it can’t be linked at all.”
"Fifteen days ago, the baby was born at thirty-six weeks of gestation. It is said that the baby is in generally good condition, cries less than ordinary children, and looks very well-behaved. After celebrating the smooth delivery and the safety of mother and baby, they began to prepare for the full moon invitation to the neighbors
reunion."
"Seven days ago, the child developed an obvious fever. The parents used traditional methods to treat it at home for two days, but the condition did not improve. Finally, the child was sent to the clinic. This time it was in my hands."
"What disease?"
"tuberculosis."
In all the narrations, the only effective information Vadin captured was this word: "No, isn't tuberculosis a chronic disease? And where does tuberculosis come from in newborn children?"
"In the cotton spinning industry, a large amount of cotton dust fibers are inhaled every day, which is a high-risk factor for lung disease. It was later proven that the child's parents were tuberculosis patients. It is impossible to trace who infected the other party or whether they were infected outside the family."
"I have been married for nearly ten years and have never had children before. After questioning, I even had a history of two or three unexplained miscarriages." The seemingly unrelated clues were connected in series, "Tuberculosis of the reproductive system manifests as difficulty in pregnancy and repeated miscarriages.
Medical history.”
"Due to the special physical condition during pregnancy, the symptoms of tuberculosis are often not typical. There may be no symptoms at all or mild symptoms, such as a slight cough."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Then the disease spreads along the placenta and umbilical cord blood vessels, skipping the step of slowly eroding from the lungs, and directly enters the blood. The first stop is the liver to form granulations.
The swollen lesions return to the heart along with the hepatic veins and inferior vena cava, from the heart to the lungs, traveling throughout the entire circulation and entering the course of disseminated tuberculosis, which usually develops two to three weeks after birth."
"When I got it, it was already the last step. I had fever, shortness of breath, drowsiness and sluggishness. There were lesions in the liver, lungs and even the brain, and the pathological signs were obvious." The professor's chest rose and fell, and it was difficult to say whether he was changing or not.
The anger still calms itself down.
Wading seemed to understand, but he probably understood the key meaning: after a tragedy occurs, the more you recall it, the more you will realize how many omens have quietly passed under your nose.
"Even at this time, if we have targeted drugs, it is not impossible to give them a try according to the metabolic characteristics of the baby. If that doesn't work, we can also use intrathecal injection of spinal cord to control central infection."
Kraft paced slightly among the puddles, as if he was performing some kind of delicate puncture movement with his hands, using an imaginary long needle to pass through the bone seams and penetrate into the cavities of the human body.
A whole set of ideas are running to simulate that situation, and I can't help but believe that there is indeed such a way.
"It's a pity that we didn't." He summed up everything in one sentence, "So three days ago, we announced his death."
Wading did not answer and fell silent.
It's not that I was infected by the tragedy, but I feel that this thing seems to be closer to some congenital diseases. Such things are at least double digits in the row of old graves at the back. It is really nothing new.
"Can't you cure tuberculosis?"
"I have never said such a thing. Until the real anti-tuberculosis drug is available, all side measures are just a slight delay." Kraft easily denied the most famous story of arriving in Dunlin, and reported a series of
Cold numbers.
"Since arriving in Dunling, a total of 327 cases of artificial pneumothorax have been recorded. Of the 208 cases with follow-up records, only about 40% have achieved significant short-term symptom relief that can be confirmed, and 50% have received more than 100 treatments.
After repeated air injection, forty-five cases developed complications such as excessive pneumothorax, pleurisy, pleural effusion, and atelectasis, and five of them were serious or even fatal."
"Well, I originally wanted to consult with my friend." Vading was a little embarrassed. Since Kraft became somewhat famous within the church, everyone has a few sick relatives and friends, right?
"But this is indeed the most effective method at present."
Considering that Father Green was not present, the monk whispered a question of his own: "Then...will those special methods be useful?"
Kraft gave him a look of disbelief.
"Hey, don't be like this. I'm here with good news."
"Good news?"
"Yes, for the sake of us getting you to the experimental site." A large envelope was handed to Kraft. The sealing wax block had a ring pattern of two wings pressed out of the seal, and the unfolded feathers were slender and visible.
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"The matter is over. The application for the experimental site has finally been approved? I almost forgot that there is such a thing."
The two of them moved outside the tree canopy and opened the envelope. Inside were several pieces of thick parchment paper similar to land deeds, with two unseen seals and several signatures. Attached were official documents addressed to local families and the final document.
The page contains...engineering drawings?
The place is obviously not Dunling or nearby, but a building built on a mountain, with multiple floors above and below ground, as well as a complete set of warehouses and towers.
The most surprising place is in the center of the building, which is designed with a tall space supported by a vault. This is a very rare characteristic structure.
"What parts can I choose in it?" Kraft felt that the church could not give up the hall to itself, and the warehouse next to it would be a good choice.
Vadin showed a mysterious smile, "No, you don't have to choose."
"What's the meaning?"
"From now on, this place belongs to you and will be placed under the name of the society. Of course, you can't make it too public."
"?"
Suspicious eyes swept Wading from head to toe, and then scanned the finely drawn engineering drawing up and down to make sure that there were no deviations in the dimensions.
If I am not mistaken, this building property, which is larger than the family castle, will fall into his hands?
When someone receives a sudden windfall, their initial reaction is definitely not ecstasy, but disbelief.
"Oh, don't look at me like that, Heavenly Father is always generous."
It's hard to say whether Heavenly Father is generous or not, but it's a bit unbelievable that the church is so generous. No matter how rich you are, you can't give it away for free. Kraft definitely doesn't believe that there is no problem in it.
"Don't worry." Wadin patted the professor on the shoulder, trying to calm the suspicion of his ally who had been fighting for half a month. "This document has been approved by the archbishop, and the head of Green is also willing to sign. The king is here.
The law denies your ownership rights.”
"Count it as thanks, our work has brought great advantages to the church, including but not limited to directly announcing that the power of the Lord has calmed the evil that caused the earthquake, which made the group of people who went out to 'hunt' lose face. This may be
This is the peak of bishops’ prestige in the past thirty years.”
"After all, it is a real miracle. In comparison, it makes sense for the big shots to approve a monastery that has been vacant for a long time."
"The Abbey..." Kraft flipped through the chapters back and forth. There was no doubt about the value of the real estate, but his reason told him that the matter couldn't be that simple.
"The only drawback is that the place is a bit remote. I believe you can understand that no one wants this kind of venue to be arranged too close to them." Wading added, "For the sake of the monastery, the distinguished professor is willing to answer my question.
A little doubt?"
"Of course, I'm very happy to." Kraft put the paper back into the envelope and put it close to him, "The answer is no."
"Why? You can cut that monster in half and make it into a stone sculpture, but you can't cure a disease in mortals?"
"Destruction is always easier than construction. It only takes a few seconds to know how to kill someone with a sharp weapon, but it takes more than ten years of training to learn how to remove the correct lesions without causing death, and the research behind it takes even longer."
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I often wonder if knowing more is also a curse." The professor walked slowly along the path towards the outside of the cemetery, soaking up the swollen and black leaves.
Rustling underfoot.
"Including this child, if I had initially collected the medical history, I might have been aware of the risk of congenital tuberculosis one month before he was born, but nothing could be done. In a realistic sense, apart from providing anxiety, Dai and I
There is not much difference between Dr. Wei."
"Clear cognition does not bring open-mindedness, but only the pain of realizing limited abilities."
"Think about it, we saved the life of a city, and you don't need to regret a life that is destined to be irreparable." Wading said with relief.
"That's not what I calculated." Kraft shook his head, "Let Heavenly Father give me more time to do something else."
"If you need help, please let us know."
"That's great, I happen to still need something." Kraft's eyes lit up, and he suddenly remembered what he envied Green the most, "Now we have a venue..."
"Does your church school have the kind of talents who have good physical fitness, good reading and writing skills, and preferably some medical electives, but whose family background is average, who have not yet found a job in the church or have difficulty getting promoted?"
"I am willing to provide a group of high-quality corresponding positions with higher-than-average salary, food, drink and accommodation, weapons and equipment, subordinate to the Duke's establishment, regular study and further training, and stable promotion paths. The only drawback is that they may need to travel frequently."
"It's best to have some basic knowledge of armed training, have a stable mental state, be careful and bold, and have no strict requirements on faith. You must have such a person there, right?"
"Yes, but we generally don't introduce it to outsiders..."
"It doesn't matter. This is an affiliated organization of the society that is full of faith and is responsible for its own profits and losses. I have even thought of a name. Since it is mainly for the great cause of medicine and is affiliated with the name of a medical institution - how about calling it the Knights of the Hospital?"