[{"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-362":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},2283840,4467,"Chapter 362: Intracranial Hypertension","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-362",362,"\u003Cp>No one likes to be disturbed while focusing on work, and Kraft was no exception.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elevated status that came with his growing reputation once granted him the privilege to casually refuse meaningless time-wasters without concern for perception, since others naturally attributed such behavior to the typical aloofness and scholarly obsession of ivory-tower academics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stereotype of a medical school professor demanded six and a half days a week spent in the lab tinkering with bloody or sinister objects, and the remaining half-day squatting outside graveyards with shovel and sack—refusing to see visitors was entirely understandable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many had tried to change this image, only to reluctantly discover that some colleagues and even their own conduct largely matched it, eventually accepting the small conveniences the stereotype afforded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, after taking over the monastery, Kraft lost this privilege. Official duties did not wait for stereotypes to decide whether to arrive, and he had not yet lost the last shred of conscience that kept him from dumping all trivial matters onto subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Kup pushed open the laboratory door, he had just finished arranging the preliminary sorted bone fragments, thoroughly washed and changed clothes, and reluctantly sat down to review documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mostly they were reimbursement claims for monastery repairs; heaven knew how many urgent safety issues had accumulated in this building over twenty years, and how many hidden hazards remained undiscovered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Principality of Priyel’s building material reserves had all been converted into coins from the baron’s treasury—after all, that wooden stockade had no real need to keep them; in case of emergency, one could always flee to the mountains. No one doubted the monastery’s duty to generously shelter the faithful of the Heavenly Father—after they made generous donations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reading and memorizing monetary figures posed no difficulty, but his review speed remained slow; his mind still lingered on the strange structures of the bone fragments, processing text and calculations with the leftover scraps of thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging by appearance, the bone fragments clearly originated from a human body, possessing recognizable bony structures—even Kup could identify the obvious femoral neck and flared ilium, features exclusive to bipedal creatures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some fragments were likely clavicles or mandibles, even surviving molars, further confirming the upper body followed normal human anatomy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, Kraft could conservatively state: excluding unnatural factors, there was an eighty percent chance this was a human adult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the problem was, the internal structure of these bones was unreasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their cortical bone was too thin—so thin it gave the illusion of being fragile enough to pop, translucent like jade, revealing pigment stains on the reverse side when held to sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although careful testing revealed their original strength may have matched normal bone, the insufficient thickness greatly reduced resilience and energy absorption, making them far more prone to cracks and fractures over time; their protective function for internal structures was also limited, potentially disastrous for soft tissues like bone marrow and trabecular bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this harsh environment, the trabecular bone had not undergone compensatory hyperplasia; instead, it seemed to attempt optimization through structural refinement rather than material accumulation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to the conventional honeycomb-foam hybrid form, it displayed a larger, more regular three-dimensional honeycomb structure—a rare geometric beauty in biological systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It achieved nearly identical function with less bone material, a technical masterpiece with exceptional cost-efficiency, possessing the aesthetic of “two kidneys are too many—better to optimize away one and save some blood flow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Bro thinks he’s playing a bridge engineer?】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Save where you can—this logic suits only Guoguan  simulation games, not real-world engineering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A structure with no redundancy is elegant, but over time, its drawbacks outweigh its benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overall, aside from saving material, it held little significance; if anything, it reduced weight, possibly giving the illusion of being “as light as a swallow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As an abnormal phenomenon, compared to the grotesque mutations he’d previously encountered, this seemed too mundane to be noteworthy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had the location not been so coincidental, explaining it as a rare congenital bone developmental anomaly might have been more reasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not understand the purpose behind this change; further contemplation would yield nothing, better to focus on paperwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now it seemed even the paperwork would not get done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Kraft…” Kup did not even knock, rushing into the laboratory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft, bracing himself for judgment, glared at him, hoping it wasn’t some time-consuming nuisance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This clearly placed heavy pressure on the latter—he knew full well his news would utterly destroy the professor’s schedule, but he knew even better what he had to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a patient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It might not be all bad—it at least provided an excuse to return to his true work instead of being trapped in bureaucratic paperwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft leapt up from behind his desk and sprinted, dragging Kup toward the reception hall, as if any delay would see him dragged back and glued to his chair by the mountain of reimbursement forms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The patient’s identity was both expected and slightly surprising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One was a fallen monk, the quieter of the two—Dominic, if he remembered correctly—tightly bound, with traces of vomit still at his lips, his consciousness hazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Field held him down, not daring to apply too much force, allowing him to occasionally struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other was a younger boy, still in puberty, guarded by a middle-aged man with a vaguely similar facial structure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He appeared far better off than Dominic, yet his gaze was equally unfocused, as if drawn to something distant and elusive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the situation?” Kraft scanned their complexions and breathing, then took their pulses—vital signs showed slight abnormalities, but nothing immediately life-threatening. “Don’t panic. The gates of heaven have not yet opened for them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, we…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stick to the facts. The rest can wait.” He could guess that in the days since his work was interrupted, neither had stayed quietly on the estate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he didn’t want to hear apologies, confessions, or elaborate psychological narratives—he wanted the medical history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s a long story…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cut to the point. Everyone else, out. Kup, stay.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps due to recent struggles and vomiting, Dominic’s breathing was rapid and irregular, yet his pulse didn’t seem accelerated enough to match such intense activity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mouth, collar, and chest were stained with dried gastric fluid, the sour stench overwhelming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft frowned—perhaps this expression was interpreted as impatience or disgust; Field and the middle-aged man both looked lost for words, mouths opening then closing in perfect unison, glancing at each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did he vomit violently? I mean, the kind of explosive, unannounced vomiting—like opening a floodgate? Is that what happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy was fine; Dominic’s condition only gave the sense of a storm about to break—things could turn dire at any moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Any severe headache?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Parting his matted, tangled hair, he found only minor abrasions on the scalp, no signs of serious impact—trauma ruled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft saw both men nodding in unison, the middle-aged man’s eyes now holding a touch more trust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt his vision darken—he’d guessed right. Headache, violent vomiting, slow pulse, irregular breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lifted his hand to check the pulse again—his fingers were also wrong; several were fractured, but compared to the core issue, they were trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Intracranial hypertension】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not caused by traumatic hematoma or space-occupying lesion. That made sense—if it were a surgical emergency, he wouldn’t still be alive after so many days. That made it worse—it couldn’t be solved by risky craniotomy to remove a hematoma.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cerebral edema? Or some other space-occupying pathology?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft suddenly lost the courage to use his spiritual senses to peer inside. Weary, he waved them off, shifting from emergency resuscitation to family consultation, gesturing for them to sit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gates of heaven had not yet opened, but Dominic’s transfer application had likely already reached the Heavenly Father’s throne—only awaiting a single stroke of the pen to approve a complication and send him straight to the afterlife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Start from the beginning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since nothing could be done anyway, better to hear what happened—perhaps it would spark an idea?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1329,"2026-06-20T02:15:56.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","c7f78cdd8e768ea2ddca2107087b67859d06f9fc02ff51e477252054f68c9681","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-363","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-361",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]