By the time Kraft came out of the room with a few books under his arm, the box had already been transferred to Lucius. Liston was leaning on the wall with one hand, looking very tired, but still staring here.
"Indeed." Kraft put the book into the box and echoed his thoughts, "I read what you said. The professor is doing some strange things and unusual research."
To Liston, he was actually explaining to Lucius. Kraft pondered for a moment and continued with a relatively neutral evaluation:
"You know, when people are a little confused, it's like a terminally ill person who suddenly sees a little hope of survival. No matter how ridiculous it is, they are willing to give it a try."
"For many smart people, there are things more important than life and enjoyment. They take these goals too seriously and can use all means and at any cost, whether it is themselves or others."
There was a long silence, maybe everyone had expected it, but when this moment really comes, it always takes some time to accept the fact that that person is the source of everything.
Liston took the initiative to change the topic and turned to the matter itself, "So are these some kind of evil spirits or something like that?"
"The good news is it's not an evil spirit."
In the concept of the church, all supernatural powers, except for the stories in the holy scriptures that clearly indicate the power given by God, are the means of evil spirits and devils to trick people into committing sinful acts. The professor's behavior inexplicably fits this view.
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"The bad news is that this may be much more serious than evil spirits, and I can't figure out the logic. I just know that Professor Kalman wants to get something subversive through this method."
"Even if the price is so many people?" Lucius shuddered, closed the lid of the box, and sealed the books inside.
He is the one who has spent the longest time with the professor among the three, and he also thinks he has a deep understanding of him, ranging from his research direction to the fact that he likes to add a few spoons of honey to his tea.
The strong sense of contrast caused a huge split in the image in the mind. After the professor came into contact with this object before leaving, he underwent a transformation-like change. A completely unknown person was born in the original body, and he spent a few days with him.
Feeling nothing inside.
Even in front of him, he didn't want to open those books to explore what temptation changed the professor. At least for now, Lucius still felt that some principles should be above all else.
Looking away, Lucius handed the box into Kraft's hands, "See you tomorrow, I think I need to go back and relax."
The figure in black robes walked away in the blood-red evening light, his steps brisk and powerful, just like when Craft first saw him in Saint-Simon Square.
Only Kraft and Liston were left at the scene. The latter had just recovered from the mental shock and sighed: "Lucius may not know what he missed. Do you think he will regret it in the future? Wait until
As I get older, I find that I can’t make any progress.”
It was Lucius who was talking about, but he did not look at the leaving figure. Instead, he stared at Kraft, paying attention to his reaction. It was better to say that he was doubting himself and questioning Kraft.
"I don't know. I'm still young. I have a lot of time to think about this problem." Kraft has never been good at looking at people, let alone seeing them from teenagers to old people. He couldn't answer this question, so he simply
Answer the question with the question, "Why did you come to medical school before?"
"Uh... It's hard to say, maybe it's my father's influence?" Liston didn't expect Craft to talk to him about this.
"I'm not afraid you'll laugh when I say it. He's one of those 'outside' doctors. Do you understand what I mean? After working with sailors and hired workers all my life, I finally realized one day that my future in the barber shop was limited and I was too old.
So I spent most of my savings to send me in."
"Barber shop?" This was the first time Kraft heard Liston talk about his past. This path was really a bit wild.
Liston was not embarrassed, but laughed to himself. He rarely talked about his family with others in the college, and having someone say this made him feel better.
"Yes, surgery was like this before the appearance of "The Structure of the Human Body". In other words, there was no so-called 'surgery' at all. It was just legal killings using knives and irons to amputate people's limbs. Maybe it would have been worse to just let them die.
Faster, or amputation will lead to death faster."
"He thought there was no future for me, so he asked me to go to college to at least do better than him. To be honest, after more than ten years of studying and trying, I don't think I have surpassed him much."
Talking about this, Liston did not shy away from being dissatisfied with the current situation, shaking his head, "I don't dare to count the mortality rate of secondary amputation caused by the rot, suppuration of the wound, or the amputation being too short, or the deterioration of the condition. There is also a clarification
The problem of operation time that can only be solved has greatly restricted everyone's performance, and now there is no solution."
He described these insurmountable obstacles, bloody wounds, and necrotic lesions in a calm tone. He had seen enough when he was young. If nothing else, he would have to watch for many more years.
The patient holds the amulet with a double-winged ring in his hand and sprinkles holy water on the wound. If he has some savings, he will ask a clergyman to recite a few words. From the beginning of his rejection, it doesn't matter now. Sometimes he feels that the clinic is like a small church.
The words he said back then are still in his ears, and he must do better. But the more he studies, the more he realizes how difficult it is to go further. The limitations of treatment methods and the rejection of social ethics make him feel that he cannot see anything.
hope.
"Has there really been any qualitative improvement over the years? I don't think so. Even if Edward is resurrected, it won't be able to solve it. Just turn to the last page and see that this book was also written by him."
"Um?"
"If I want to go further...they have all embarked on this path." Liston said with emotion, "To be honest, I can understand them. I can't lie to myself and say that if I are given a chance one day, I will definitely be able to do it like
Lucius refuses."
Kraft listened to his narrative quietly and did not make any moral judgment. "Going a step further and using it to save more people sounds very logical?"
"right."
"Why save more people?" Kraft continued to ask.
Liston was suddenly stuck. This question was too unreasonable. It seemed wrong to talk about morality, and it was even more impossible to talk about common sense.
"The essence of this problem is that you regard yourself as a higher being who can distinguish the value of life through quantity. But for something that is higher than society and transcends ethics, how can human life have any special meaning?"
He patted the box, and the heavy books locked inside made a dull sound, "And I am full of hope for the future. I believe that I will be able to do it sooner or later if I don't take this road. Even if it takes a long time, it will be long enough for the sand to smooth our tombstones.
name and epitaph on it.”
Kraft saw with his own eyes that medicine was developing at an incredible speed. High-tech technology was replaced and popularized faster than electronic products. All fields were changing with each passing day, and a clear path lay before him. He was neither confused nor afraid, and he knew every step of his life.
Each part of the work is catalyzing the arrival of that day.
This world lacks a corresponding foundation, and there is no point in contacting it too early. It will only evolve into a small-scale miracle that is known but does not know why.
His almost blind confidence made Liston a little envious, and he couldn't help but be led astray by him, diluting his doubts about himself and his future.
"So sure?"
"If it doesn't come true, you can come to heaven or hell - if there is one - and point your finger at my nose and scold me for not letting anyone trade their lives for knowledge." Kraft said jokingly, "Of course.
I won’t admit my mistake until then.”
He swung the box onto his shoulders, paid Liston the money for the purchase, said goodbye and left. Then he stopped a passing carriage at the street corner, negotiated the owner's last business deal of the day, and sat on it back home.
New residence on Elm Street.
After he left, the hired hands moved the things to the upper floor as instructed, including the canoe, which was small enough for only one person to sit on, and placed it next to the bed in the attic.
Starting from the first floor, bolt the door and every window and hang a bell.
The large bear traps were broken open and placed in front of the door and window in sequence. The finger-thick fixing chains on both sides were hammered into the wall and floor with long iron nails, arranged according to bear hunting standards.
Generally, an animal four or five times the weight of an adult would step on it and keep it with no chance of coming back. The overlapping iron teeth can directly embed into bones and tear blood vessels. Anyone with a nervous system will die in pain and blood loss. Considering that guy likes to use human tissue
Judging from it, 80% of the time there is.
After arranging the doors and windows, Kraft still felt that he was not reassured enough, so he randomly arranged the remaining clips on the corridors and stairs.
The backup means are several fish spears. This kind of fishing equipment with a rope attached to the back looks like an ordinary short spear. The difference is that it is not taken out normally, and the formidable barbs can be used by sailors to spear sharks.
Kraft tried one on the wooden wall, but could not pull it off. The remaining ones were tied to the pillars in each room, otherwise it would not be sure who would pull who. The last one was pulled off the boat by a big fish and drowned.
The dead one was still being laughed at in the tavern.
Boxes of fish oil cans were taken out and lined up neatly beside the bed. Several flints, fire sickles, braziers and torches, as well as oil-soaked cloths were used as fire starters.
Once it's fixed, it's time for the fish oil to do its job. At this point, the fragility becomes the advantage of inferior clay pots. Throw it out, break it, and light it.
Again, I have never seen any human tissue that can withstand this. Even the bones contain considerable organic components. If you are lucky, you can leave relics in such a violent burning - if it can have them.
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The most expensive thing is a few iron chains that block the door and corridor, making them unsuitable for creatures larger than humans to pass. The same bell hangs on it, and it can no longer pass through any internal gates silently.
When things got desperate, he could rely on these arrangements to delay for a while, go see the broken celestial body and send himself back.
After walking around with a candlestick, Kraft wrote down his arrangements one by one and engraved them into his mind. He lay down contentedly under the big bed in the attic, hugged his sword and closed his eyes. On the bed, there was a bag.
A human-shaped quilt ball filled with a large number of iron nails and splinters of wood.
We can no longer let it wander around and cause trouble. We must attack this insidious thing with insinuations and let it see the malice of human beings.