Krafft's Notes on Anomalies

Passing through the floor drain gap reserved for the stone slab, the lamp casts a limited-sized light spot below, making it difficult to tell the height in the depths. The sediment slowly floats and settles with the vortex, showing a layered and dirty color.

It seems that there are traces of something that has passed here before, or it may just be aroused by the rapid movement.

But that voyeuristic feeling that caused itchy discomfort was gone.

The two returned to the clinic successfully. Surprisingly, I discovered that even though it was dark at night, the lights in the clinic were still bright, and the upstairs and downstairs were brightly lit.

Kraft stepped forward and knocked on the door. Amidst the sounds of footsteps and conversations going back and forth inside, no one responded.

He tried pushing the door, but it was not closed, allowing him to walk into a somewhat familiar scene.

The area covered with white curtains in the lobby has increased several times, and the corresponding number of beds may be expanded to no less than twenty.

The assistants and apprentices chatted at the table, jotted down a few sentences in a hurry, then walked towards the white curtain, joining the noise of coughs and inquiries, and then turned back to add a few more notes.

Immersed in this bustling work scene, they did not notice anyone arriving for the first time. They were only busy filling up the manuscripts in their hands and putting them together.

After accumulating some, they were sent upstairs in piles.

Kraft came to the table, looked at a half-finished record, and found that it was a patient's "medical record". The basic information only contained a name and an unknown number.

There is no chief complaint. It is probably because the history of current illness is filled with a bunch of subjective symptoms that are too long and cumbersome to write down. At first glance, it is not clear whether it is an interrogation transcript or a diary. Anyway, it is not something that should appear here.

Not long after the stack of paper was delivered, a series of hurried footsteps sounded in the stairwell.

David, with sunken eyes, waved two manuscripts with fresh ink on them, grabbed the armrest and roared downward: "Bed Thirty-Nine, who wrote Bed Thirty-Nine?!"

Hearing David's voice, not only the apprentices who were writing at their desks were frightened, but Kraft also trembled.

It’s not a conditioned reflex, it’s just that this number has reached nearly three times the original hospital bed capacity, and the total number is estimated to be more than that. God knows how much work he accumulated during the two days he was in hiding.

Seeing no one answered, David picked up the two pieces of paper with slightly trembling hands and read out:

"Yesterday, I had an argument with my wife because my breakfast bread was too hard and I scratched my throat. After that, I left home and went to work in the blacksmith shop. When I walked to the Temu River, I felt my throat was dry and itchy. I coughed a few times and spit out saliva. I saw that there seemed to be blood in it..."

It's a long paragraph, and the information density seems to be very high, but also seems to be very low.

You can see the circle marks on the back of the paper from the angle below. The man's saliva may not actually be bloodshot, but the surface of David's eyeballs does have bloodshot eyes.

"There are still 41 beds left. I have been coughing for more than ten days and other treatments have failed. Dr. David admitted me with the opinion that 'it seems to be tuberculosis, maybe pneumonia. I'm not sure. I'll wait for Professor Kraft to check and identify it.'" Clinic?!"

Apparently he was there during the clinic and has a pretty good memory.

Kraft held his forehead and sighed. At least he wrote down the time of onset and what it sounded like.

It seemed that David could not withstand the pressure during the two days he was away.

Even if some basic symptoms and signs have been written down in black and white, it does not mean that it can be handled like looking at the drawings and assembling a machine.

Even if you build a machine, you can still get a few more parts.

In actual operations, you will always encounter some paradoxical situations. If you have not studied systematically, it will naturally happen that everything looks like nodules.

Then the backlog of these cases that could not be diagnosed, or where it was unclear whether artificial pneumothorax should be performed or not, filled the clinic's daytime beds and turned into a terrible amount of paperwork.

Of course, this work should have been completed by the only officially recognized doctor here.

Before leaving, Kraft left a simplified template for David, which only included two parts: the chief complaint of discomfort and the key points of the medical history. It was not difficult for a Dunling University graduate to understand.

According to his idea, after returning, he can quickly understand individual difficult cases through written records, saving a lot of time.

However, the reality is that Kraft underestimated the flow of people and overestimated David's ability. Neither individual cases, nor time saved.

The unfinished tasks were deferred to other people, and the apprentices below who had just received the second-hand transfer were temporarily assigned to work. They lacked the ability to complete independently, and eventually the whole clinic worked overtime.

David calmed down briefly after reciting these blood-pressure-raising descriptions and noticed Kraft's presence in the crowd.

"Ah, Professor Kraft." He walked down the stairs and held Kraft's hands tightly. He was speechless for a moment, and the bloodshot eyes were particularly obvious.

I looked at the manuscript in my hand that had an obvious boosting effect, and then looked at the hospital bed behind the white background of the blockbuster. I summarized a thousand words into one sentence: "Are you back?"

"I have compiled about... fifty copies, some of which are unfinished and need to be asked again."

"Forget it, let's go see the patient." Feeling guilty, Kraft decided to work overtime with David for a while, "Don't write the rest yet, let's all come together."

The professor cheered up and led everyone behind the curtain, thinking that it was time to set up some formal wards.

The clinic's space can be used during the day, but it will inevitably face patients who need long-term observation. At this time, there are very few medical institutions that can provide "inpatient" conditions.

Doctors still mainly work alone, but some monasteries can take in a large number of patients for treatment. It has to be said that the church is quite advanced in some aspects.

But he had to solve the immediate problems first and then think about those.

"For this pneumothorax, you can remove the needle and air-fluid bottle. Avoid large movements and don't move completely."

The patient who had suffered a sudden pneumothorax was very lucky to survive after first aid, which made people happy for a while.

The patient's son came forward to thank him, but found that the doctor's smile behind the mask did not last long, he just nodded and left. Tuberculosis is still entrenched in the patient's lungs, which means that his life countdown is only the last handful in the hourglass.

"This one said there was blood in the saliva when he coughed up..." Kraft used a tongue depressor to press his tongue, and after a brief inspection of his mouth, he found the source of the bleeding. "The bread made by his wife may be really hard."

"The gums and oral mucosa are damaged. If it doesn't work, just take a dip before eating."

"I just said the bread she made was like a stone." The patient lay back on the bed with peace of mind.

There are also those who have been coughing for a long time but not severely. "Well, this cough has a long history. There is nasal congestion and runny nose. The nasal secretions hang upside down on the back wall of the throat and irritate the throat. Go back and wash the nose with salt water and check again after a while."

After spending some time, Kraft eliminated some apparently unrelated patients, and felt his physical fatigue deepen.

But the spirit is still active, even more flexible and excited as if it has gone through a warm-up exercise.

"Okay, let's stop here first. I'll be there tomorrow morning."

David breathed a sigh of relief and remembered something he had forgotten in his previous busy schedule. "By the way, during your absence, some of your personal letters were sent to the clinic and asked me to deliver them on your behalf."

A stack of various letters was handed to Kraft. He sat down at a random table and opened them one by one among the messy writing tools.

There were several letters offering invitations with high medical fees, invitations for exchanges with unknown institutions and individuals, and several invitations for social banquets, one of which was sent from the School of Medicine at Dunling University.

The relationship between the two colleges has been healing at an impressive speed, and recently it has reached the point where they are willing to meet with each other outside of necessary occasions.

Kraft lost interest after reading a few letters, but the signature on one of them caught his attention.

【Xiguo】

The beautiful cyan mineral pigment paints the turquoise color around the seal, making it look special among the letters with exquisite patterns, and the tone is particularly bright.

"Uh, David, I may not be in the clinic the day after tomorrow. You should exercise more."

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