The priest put his hand into the grain bag, fumbled for a while, and took out a slightly green apple, less than half the size of his fist.
This kind of fruit, which may enter thousands of households in the future, has not yet been fully domesticated by humans. The climate near Solace Harbor is not suitable for planting, and the growth is not satisfactory.
The outer skin of the red and green ones has shrunk slightly, and the moisture was taken away by the wind and sun during untimely transportation. The buyer picked out a few of them that were in good condition and put them into the bags provided by the vendors. There were also prickly ones inside.
bran.
Adrian wiped the dust on the peel on his white robe and took a bite. Adrian chewed the fluffy pulp. The lack of juice was not enough to make up for the saliva secreted.
"In general, it's not as good as the one at my house, and it's not suitable for drinking." The priest finished chewing the apple and felt dissatisfied. After walking half of the port area under the sun, his thirst was still not relieved, so he was ready to try something plumper.
Kraft tightened the mouth of the bag and slapped his hand away. It was not easy to find a place to buy fruit. After all, most fruits are not very durable for transportation. The apples you usually see are mainly in the form of cider.
"You should bring some fruit when you visit a patient, right?"
"What's the point of this? Are you going to see a doctor at home?" Fat Hand threw away the core and rubbed two more handfuls on his body. There was not enough sugar and it didn't feel sticky. "And I've never heard of bringing fruit with you when visiting patients.
, wouldn’t you like to bring some wine?”
"Let's talk about the person we are looking for today." Kraft gently rubbed his forehead to relieve the blood pressure that had been raised out of thin air. The headache seemed to have returned.
However, the priest was right about one thing. There is no need to bring fruit to the door. But I always feel that it is inconvenient to come to the door empty-handed to express goodwill. Apples happen to have special meaning to souls from other worlds, so buying them on the road can be considered a good start to the day.
"What are you talking about? Didn't I already tell you that I used to work with someone who was making trouble, and he fell like this? It's all up to my daughter to take care of him."
"No details?" Kraft wanted to hear more relevant information before entering the door, plan what he should ask in advance, and compare it with what the other party's family members said. After all, it was not suitable for the two of them to communicate privately in person.
"The last time I went there, he couldn't say anything. He was lying on the bed and his excrement had to be cleaned up by his daughter." Few people can maintain a calm mind when talking about these things, and Father Adrian is no exception.
When he was not drinking, he was still a qualified priest, with a heart of compassion for the world, and the situation of this family was the most unfortunate that he knew.
"I can feel that he is still conscious, trapped in a body with no arms and legs. He can chew food, coughing, breathing hard like Witcham is blowing his old bellows, and saying some incomprehensible words in between gasps.
——Probably something like that. I privately suggested to his daughter not to take him to church."
"You know, I'm the more liberal type," Adrian explained, "but that's not necessarily true for some of the more stubborn 'old-school' people in the church. Their views are scary."
Kraft nodded in agreement. The most devout believers should carefully consider whether to hand it over to religious forces when such a situation arises. Of course, most of the time they do not have the ability to make their own decisions.
Along the alleyway paved with sand and gravel, the priest said as he led Kraft inside. Away from the street, this place is roughly the same as Wendeng Port.
"His daughter, I don't know what to say...I have to support two people. What should I do? What should I do?"
He really didn't know what to say. At least the moral education established by the church for many years required him to avoid direct narration and organize his language from scratch. "She is still so young. Should she follow the example of those in the port?"
There is some indignation in the words, but the direction is unclear.
Kraft didn't know what to say. He held the apple and listened silently to the priest's complaints. He realized that the two of them still had some things in common, and they were more or less exposed to unpleasant things.
On a sparsely traveled path, footsteps could be heard behind him. He patted the priest on the shoulder and signaled that someone was approaching and not to continue talking. Even if this was not his intention, he should avoid having a bad impact on others' reputation.
Before the priest could shut up, a female voice sounded from behind, "Are you talking about Yvonne?"
"What Yvonne? I'm talking about those in the port tavern..." Adrian reacted very quickly. After realizing the problem, he immediately wanted to reveal the matter and divert the attention of others, "Uh, good afternoon, Yvonne."
A girl with chestnut hair stood at the corner, looking at them with her hands on her hips. At this time, most of what the priest said was at least half spoken and listened to.
Kraft was so embarrassed that he wanted to imitate lying on the sofa, hiding behind the priest's fat body to reduce his presence, and wishing he could stuff himself into an apple bag.
Before he was suspended, Adrian was a long-time priest, and being thick-skinned was part of his job. He actually managed to talk about the situation behind his back, pretending that nothing had happened, and used Kraft to attract fire.
"I found a new doctor for your father. He is as accurate as the clairvoyant in the holy scriptures. He diagnosed liver disease for me." He took a step away, revealing Kraft, who was staring at the apple bag indifferently. The latter was embarrassed.
He made a professional smile without finding the corresponding etiquette.
Meeting on a narrow road was unavoidable, so he stepped forward and handed the bag to the girl, who was just as tall as his chest. It was like being picked out by a parent when visiting a strange relative, and he wanted to go through the process to ease the atmosphere.
"Hello, I am Kraft Wood, a lecturer at Wendeng Port Medical College. I was invited by Father Adrian to come here for treatment. I hope it can be helpful to your father's condition." I also hope to ask something about the alchemy.
News from the teacher.
It is true to try to diagnose and treat, but the main purpose is to find clues. The purpose is not pure, the aura is a bit weaker, and there is no confidence in the treatment of suspected stroke cases, and the more he talks, the more he becomes weak.
Yvonne looked at the doctor brought by the priest suspiciously. The prefix of his name was quite long, and he also added his surname when signing up, which seemed unusual. The priest's view was proved, and the girl hesitated slightly and did not reach out to take the bag handed to him.
The scene froze, and Kraft looked at Adrian for help. Although this man was the culprit that caused the current scene, at least he was familiar with him, right?
The priest finally played a positive role, took the bag, took Kraft's place, and explained to Yvonne: "Mr. Kraft has a unique way of looking for the cause of disease, which is different from the previous doctors." Inside the bag
This is an apple for you, you’re welcome.”
"Thank you, Father." It was probably because Adrian had a good relationship with her, and at least they became familiar with each other while helping Witcham find information. After he spoke, Yvonne's tight little face relaxed a little.
, politely thanked me, but still didn’t take the apple.
"But if you are looking for my father, I'm afraid you'll be a few days late."
The new doctor did not show any hope or other expressions on the girl's face, only a calm to dull expression, the kind that Kraft sometimes saw in adults, the kind of repeated dots of hope and greater disappointment in the long course of the illness.
Beat out the remaining emotions like sparks, leaving behind a lifeless piece of hard iron.
But there is no other adult in the family to take care of everything, so it naturally falls on a child.
She didn't seem very sad, but even a little relieved, and told the result in a straightforward manner, "He passed away three days ago and didn't tell me the things you asked about."