[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies":3,"chapter-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-15":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Notes on Kraft Anomalous Studies",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2283493,4467,"Chapter 15","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-15",15,"\u003Cp>The patient’s companion quickly led him away, vanishing at the classroom door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft understood them perfectly—no need to lie on a stone slab and endure the gaze of a crowd in black robes; any normal human would feel genuine fear when standing at the center of an anatomy classroom, especially when not an observer or operator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Kraft, the scene felt familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like every Monday morning’s first lecture, the professor carrying his computer bag entered the room a few minutes late after an all-night shift, about to apologize to the students—only to find barely a handful present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he turned to check the PPT and turned back, it seemed more students had appeared; this repeated for ten minutes or so, until, finishing a segment, he looked up and remembered to take attendance—only to suddenly realize half the classroom was now filled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft now faced this same eerie phenomenon, except that once he had been seated below, and now he stood above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just finished examining the patient and performing a manual reduction—less than fifteen minutes—and already two-thirds of a classroom with at least forty seats were occupied by black-robed figures, while latecomers peered half their heads through the door, wondering if they could still slip in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This level of dedication made Kraft feel ashamed; after all, he was the kind of super-lazy dog who had never arrived on time for a Monday morning lecture, only matched by his dorm-mates who never showed up at all. Now, facing this crowd of eager learners, their energy left him speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your exquisite family technique is truly astonishing,” said a black-robed man in the back row, quickly rising and descending the steps to break the awkward silence. Lu Xiusi immediately followed, stepping half a pace behind with an embarrassed, sheepish grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Professor Karlman of our academy,” Lu Xiusi introduced. “He heard a noble patron was willing to share a family’s treasured knowledge, and came specially to express his gratitude.” His face flushed red, unmistakable against his pale skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiusi had originally thought: Kraft seemed like a decent fellow, willing to let them observe his family’s technique, but hadn’t specified how many would come—so I invited Professor Karlman, a friend of mine; one more person shouldn’t matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Kraft was still carefully examining, he slipped out quietly and knocked on the professor’s door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the problem arose: he thought this way, the other two thought the same, and everyone summoned thought the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The classic scenario unfolded: “I only told you” spread like wildfire in moments. By the time Lu Xiusi found Professor Karlman in a secluded room and rushed back, it wasn’t just three people—there were no seats left in the first three rows; students who arrived early were already holding the patient’s hands and feet for Kraft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you so much,” said Professor Karlman, instantly recognizing the crowd was wrong. He subtly stepped forward beside Lu Xiusi, shielding the reckless youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The matter wasn’t huge, but it wasn’t trivial either—the man was a noble, and though he had consented, what did it mean that Lu Xiusi had gathered this crowd to watch another’s family technique?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professor Karlman’s logic: nobles, especially young ones, crave honor and noble reputation. First, see if this can be smoothed over; if conflict arises, Lu Xiusi won’t escape unscathed. Later, consider offering something tangible—don’t let the family come knocking; that would be a real mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You flatter me,” said Kraft, now also tense, though his thoughts were entirely different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had borrowed a classroom without the institution’s permission, only to look up and find himself lectured to as if it were a real class—with a professor sitting in the back. Just imagining it made him break into a cold sweat in broad daylight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet this professor’s demeanor was unexpectedly kind? Kraft remembered how, when he first began treating patients, his teachers bombarded him with relentless, lethal questions—each one striking straight into his knowledge blind spots. When had he ever received such high-level treatment? This scene wasn’t just overwhelming—it was utterly shocking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good, very good, thought Professor Karlman. This was the classic type: inexperienced, brimming with honor, utterly disdainful of material gain—a young man of virtue, identical in spirit to the Lu Xiusi behind him—same mold, different parents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While Kraft remained tense, Professor Karlman had already figured out what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The professor frowned slightly, took Kraft’s hand, and said: “Though this may seem impolite, I humbly ask your forgiveness for the request of a man with limited ability.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In a place devoted to acquiring more knowledge to save the lives bestowed by the Heavenly Father, I, as one so inadequate, lack the capacity to train successors worthy of such a sacred duty, and thus often long for those endowed with both virtue and talent to share this burden...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“??”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To ask such a person, destined for higher missions, to waste precious time here fills me with shame...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“??? ”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet to spare more bodies from suffering, that they may pass their brief lives in peace and return to the Lord’s embrace, I must, with deep regret, make this request...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft, having studied under Anderson, had not yet reached this stage. Such long, breath-holding sentences—requiring a deep inhale before and maximum lung capacity after—were beyond his literary grasp. After this half-minute verbal barrage, he was completely lost, unlikely to untangle it anytime soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Therefore, I invite you, such a person, to serve as a lecturer at Wen Deng Harbor Academy’s Medical College,” concluded Professor Karlman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, this...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Please do not refuse—even if you cannot come often. But if, after exchanging and learning here, you wish to take our examination, we are prepared to grant you a Bachelor of Medicine degree.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Kraft could react, the matter was effectively settled. In Karlman’s view, a lecturer’s position was something he could decide on his own—a prestigious honor for nobles, a sign of refinement, yet for him, such slots were adjustable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a bachelor’s degree? This was no longer the kind of degree from the other world, priced at millions annually. Here, advanced institutions were scarce, literacy rates shockingly low, and the long-term, full-time study required made it a luxury only wealthy merchant families or nobles with spiritual aspirations would consider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add in the high cost of books, immense time and energy, and the need to pass rigorous evaluations by professional teachers—or even nobles or church members—and the degree granted eligibility to apply for a teaching license. Its value surpassed even Vestermin gold coins. It was, in essence, giving Kraft a seat on the lecturer’s carriage first, then later the ticket to earn the degree through further study and examination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am deeply honored, deeply honored,” said Kraft, utterly flabbergasted. Barely minutes after meeting, he now sat in the professor’s room sipping tea. Before him smiled Professor Karlman, and beside him, equally bewildered, was Lu Xiusi—still chewing a biscuit, caught in a daze that felt like partial understanding, yet total confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These are my personal treasures from youth,” said Professor Karlman, pushing forward several neatly bound manuscripts. Their wooden covers had been carefully smoothed, rounded and comfortable to hold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Kraft’s memory, movable type printing had not yet appeared; block-printed pages had not yet reached the refined detail of hand-copied manuscripts. These books were beyond anything his meager purse could dream of. But he seemed to grasp the professor’s meaning: these books were precious, and he should share his own insights with the students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course,” said Kraft, solemnly accepting the books—small compared to internal and external medicine texts—like receiving five years’ worth of pocket money from his grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Xiusi, taking another bite of biscuit, stared at the books. They looked familiar. He swallowed, drank a sip of honeyed barley tea to clear his throat, and opened his mouth to ask: “Professor, weren’t these the same books you gave me last time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The professor shot him a look that said, “I haven’t settled accounts with you yet,” silencing him instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unnoticed, daylight faded outside. Beneath warm candlelight, the barley tea and biscuits filled the air with fragrance. The atmosphere was pleasant and serene as Kraft discussed the anatomical principles of shoulder dislocation with the professor, while Lu Xiusi nodded vigorously beside him—so thick was the academic atmosphere, one could almost imagine a medieval version of The School of Athens, painted on the walls of the medical college hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If such a painting were ever made, Kraft would give it a name worthy of lasting fame, appealing to both the refined and the common.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>——《Layne’s Cousin at the Door》\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft’s smile froze on his face. Only now, after Karlman’s verbal whirlwind, did he realize he had forgotten something vital: his beloved cousin had arranged to meet him at the academy’s entrance at dusk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked outside—the sky was dark, utterly unlike dusk.\u003C\u002Fp>",1475,"2026-06-20T02:15:55.761Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","37981e4769f8eebb5ebe43d300b10bbbcba573fdd694f7e188cec2cbfd258c66","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-16","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-14",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]