[{"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-282":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},2283760,4467,"Chapter 282: New Drug","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-282",282,"\u003Cp>In the homeland of the alien soul, new drugs typically require many steps to reach the market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Researchers must identify a specific drug target from countless options, then seek compounds that act on that target—sources may include long-term development or experiments originally unrelated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the arduous or luck-driven development, researchers prove the drug genuinely treats the disease without killing patients, through cellular and animal trials, then endure a long but necessary series of ethical approvals before it may enter clinical trials, moving from test animals to humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the early, barbaric era of insufficient safety awareness and conditions, developers occasionally used themselves as substitutes. Of course, that is not recommended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After approval, the drug enters the well-known three-phase clinical trial stage. Phase one tests pharmacokinetics in humans and determines safe dosage; phase two preliminarily evaluates efficacy and safety to provide reference for later trials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In phase three, trials expand in scope, using large-scale double-blind randomized controlled trials to further verify efficacy and safety, conducted under strict medical supervision across multiple centers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few lucky ones spend years completing these steps, finally gaining approval for production and market release—becoming saviors for patients or, as escaped hazards, causing harm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though over longer time scales, various kinds of escaped hazards inevitably emerge, this remains a vital safeguard for life safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in present-day Nos, the situation is far simpler.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as someone claiming to be a doctor arrives at a new drug through any means—personal speculation, textual research, pharmacological deduction, “eat this to supplement that,” divine dreams, etc.—he may announce the good news that same day to colleagues, friends, and ignorant patients.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drug then enters markets of varying scale, applied to different populations, based on the doctor’s personal influence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The effects, consequences, and ensuing social problems are left to the discretion of doctor and patient alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Digitalis is a drug whose toxic dose closely approaches its effective dose, one that requires diagnostic skill to use properly, and unlike ether, it is purely natural, requiring almost no threshold to extract.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most physicians today with ability comparable to Dai Wei can only prescribe for edema, yet edema arises not only from heart failure but also from renal causes, malnutrition, allergies, and inflammation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When a drug seems effective but is not, Dai Wei’s first reaction—like his—is never to suspect misdiagnosis, but to increase the dosage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today they announce the ingredients; tomorrow they’ll produce a flood of digitalis poisoning cases. At that point, instead of pondering treatment, it’s more cost-effective to go straight to the priest for medieval end-of-life care—fewer doctor-patient conflicts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For his own sake and others’, Kraft believes they should first test it on a small scale, fully understand it, then release it alongside diagnostic criteria for heart failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, only scattered rumors spread among a few patients, claiming a special clinic possesses a miraculous remedy for edema—insignificant compared to “treating tuberculosis,” attracting little attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green lifted his forehead, marked by red indentations from his sleeve folds, and noticed the candlelight on the candelabra had dimmed, the flame sinking along a serpentine black trail, about to vanish into the pooled wax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The desk lay scattered with several thick documents, delivered just today: monthly expenditures, martyr’s stipends, daily reports, and a letter from the bishop’s council.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He seemed not to have finished them all before falling asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last one he had already read—it was handed to him personally by his direct superior, whose tone had subtly shifted, declaring the matter closed and advising him to rest awhile before resuming other duties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several days have passed; the bishop’s council, unexpectedly yet understandably, imposed no substantive punishment for the casualties, only issuing a written reprimand, forbidding participants from discussing the matter, restricting their movements for two weeks, and requiring daily visits to the small prayer chapel to reflect under the Father’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More of a comfort than a punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given this trajectory, the matter truly seems destined to fade away, quietly stranded in the tributaries of time, left far behind like all past events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a personal standpoint, one cannot help feeling restless, but rationally, Kraft’s stance is correct: letting those things remain buried, never touched again, is the best course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for himself, he now must clean up the aftermath, arrange compensation, and explain to the families of the dead that they sacrificed themselves for the Father, having gone ahead to the perfect realm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each time he speaks these words, he feels deeply uneasy; memories keep surfacing—the faithful who embraced the path of “ending all suffering,” and the smiles etched onto their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Obsessive pursuit of metaphysical concepts, coupled with the expectation of a supreme external force to intervene...” This experience has forged a deeper insight within him—he feels he must record it: “There has never been one that did not end in tragedy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the documents, there was no spare paper on the desk, not even a bookmark to be found.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wading, could you bring me more paper?” Green called toward the door, flipping open the report delivered by the monk—it had just arrived, and Wading was still outside organizing the rest of the documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the clinic attack, the heretics have not organized any activity noticeable enough to warrant attention; likely, as Kraft had judged, their main members truly never returned after entering another world, naturally descending into self-destruction, requiring no further concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet guard posts around the clinic have not been fully withdrawn; this report includes some material from them, revealing nothing new—only one thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【A certain professor has recently begun using a new drug, said to yield remarkable effects】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green pressed his cold hands to his face, trying to awaken his still-drowsy mind. What are the odds? He’d only just returned with the sample days ago, and now a new drug is developed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, he must go see for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wading, could you come here?” The priest read two more lines—nothing but anecdotes gathered from patients, useless information; someone needed to investigate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wading...?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green pushed back his chair, glancing at the half-open door—this was the second time he called for Wading. A strange feeling rose, like a stone dropped into a pond that produced no ripple, not even a splash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps he didn’t wish to disturb and left early?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” A voice—a muffled voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could identify its source, it vanished, evaporating like mist, as if it had never been. Not Wading—the tone was young, like a child before his voice changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who? It’s so late—why are you outside?” The church did have children, but they were all in the choir, with fixed quarters and strict supervision, rarely wandering elsewhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he was lost, he should return him quickly—otherwise, the boy might face more than just a scolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a step toward the door; the strangeness intensified, transforming into an undeniable wrongness—Wading should not have left without closing the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” A breath-like current seeped from the floor cracks—ancient, withered, whispering into his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear tightened his chest; his spirit tensed; instinctively, he exerted force. But his foot plunged through—floor shattered and vanished; everything around him receded rapidly, hurtling into boundless, thick darkness, the weightlessness triggering involuntary spasms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fall lasted only an instant—support appeared beneath his crossed arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Green lifted his head; the lingering pain from his sleeve’s crease still marked his forehead, candlelight flickering before his half-closed eyes. Raindrops pattered in through the night wind, soaking the documents on the desk, landing on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was raining outside.\u003C\u002Fp>",1245,"2026-06-20T02:15:56.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f692d6bdce3015a17990659ee6903f9b0aa62c5a55f7f98fdf0b6e4a287a8d26","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-283","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-281",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]