[{"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-363":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},2283841,4467,"Chapter 363: Endocrine-Related Osteoporosis","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-363",363,"\u003Cp>After a straightforward and effective exchange, with Field recounting the full context and the middle-aged man Benny adding the latter details, Kraft finally grasped the general sequence of events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re saying Dominic went mad after reading some nonsense books, then inexplicably ran off to a mountain he’d never been to or even heard of, searching for something even locals couldn’t describe.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to knowledge brought by the otherworldly soul, an ancient sage had long ago summarized this phenomenon: learning without thinking leads to confusion; thinking without learning invites danger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learning too broadly while indulging in wild speculation easily combines both flaws, dragging one blindly into peril, nearing death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two hesitated a moment, then nodded. The description was a bit too brief, but it couldn’t be refuted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then, when you tried to forcibly restrain him, the madness infected this… younger brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had intended to call him “child,” but the roughness of mountain life blurred age distinctions, forcing him to awkwardly choose another term.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft’s gaze drifted between the patient and his family; the doctor’s instinct told him there was unspoken information still unshared, leaving the overall logic incomplete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Either they didn’t realize the significance of those details, or there was a shameful secret, or some absurd, unbelievable reason too ridiculous to voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My friend, thank you for lending a hand; may the Lord bear witness to this mercy and courage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rose from the chairback, leaning slightly forward in a posture between friendly conversation and confession, drawing closer to the middle-aged man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yet the Spirit of the Father has revealed to me that you still harbor unspoken words. Understand: the Lord’s light is everywhere, but only enters hearts willingly opened. If you cannot be honest, I cannot help.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Rest assured, lay your burdens before Him—no matter how absurd or profane they may seem. I am only the Father’s ear, His outstretched hand, never a judge of right or wrong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing nearby, Kup rubbed his eyes vigorously; for a fleeting instant, he had hallucinated the man before him as the earnest Brother Raymond.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was, as long as necessity demanded it, nothing was truly beyond Kraft’s grasp. His clumsiness in missionary work was purely a matter of attitude, compounded by others sharing the burden and his own unwillingness to engage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he wisely chose silence, playing the role of a nodding puppet in perfect cooperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft’s sincere, earnest persuasion truly moved Benny—or perhaps some nonverbal persuasive force had acted—causing him to cautiously reveal a few local folk tales unsuitable for open discussion in a church setting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These remarks, dismissed as nonsense by any sane person, filled the gaps in the earlier narrative logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Kup could find fragments within them that aligned with his own past experiences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, that explains it,” Kraft said, gripping the man’s calloused hands. “Thank you for your trust—it helps immensely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I still have a question—it may sound strange—but does anyone know what exactly they were thinking or feeling when they went mad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My father once tried to communicate with them; he might know something, but little, and he never brought it up, nor did we ever inquire.” Benny’s cautious avoidance made it easy to forget he came from a devout family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense: the Father’s protection was too distant, while the threats passed by word of mouth had long taken root here, embedded deep in collective memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Kraft dismiss it, he warned: “I advise against delving deeper. Even the most favored servants of the Father need not wade into unknown depths.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you for your concern—I understand enough,” Kraft said, nearly certain Dominic’s experience mirrored his own that night: both had encountered some elusive, non-corporeal, deeply troubling entity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It seemed anchored to some existence yet lacked any fixed material basis, even more ethereal than a spirit, its outline or boundary impossible to grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Correspondingly, by experience, non-material influences typically remained confined to the mental plane and often resolved once removed from the specific environment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Dominic’s condition clearly wasn’t that simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me examine the patient.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Kraft rise again and stand beside the patient’s bed, Field exhaled silently, giving Benny a slight nod to reassure him to wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the doctor, not the priest, remained at the patient’s side, there might still be hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely, Kup—who had been standing by throughout—not only failed to approach, but unconsciously stepped back, as if pushed away by something sudden, stumbling two steps before regaining his balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could ponder further, Kraft’s startled exclamation snatched everyone’s attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first part examined was neither the skull nor the multiple fractured fingers, but Dominic’s lower limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft cradled one leg, lifting and repositioning it with the reverent, almost ecstatic posture of a connoisseur discovering a lost masterpiece.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you found anything?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does Dominic like naming things after himself?” Kraft asked in return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, he never mentioned it—but is this related to his condition?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Very much so. If he does, we’ll call it ‘Dominic’s Empty Bone Syndrome’; if not, we’ll settle for ‘Priell Syndrome,’ named after the place.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As some of the body’s longest bones, the lower limbs clearly showed classic bone changes—they were nearly hollowed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin cortical shells, sparse trabeculae, like the trunk of a tree infested by termites, their internal structure almost entirely eroded. But this wasn’t the end: within the empty marrow cavities, loose yet orderly new trabeculae were forming, gradually replacing the old bone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You carried him all this way—didn’t you notice his weight was off?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bones in the remodeling phase are unusually light and fragile, explaining the multiple finger fractures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the question arises: what minor change in one area could trigger such widespread skeletal transformation?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mental senses swept over the skull, and at a depth of four finger-widths behind the brow, a mass roughly the size of a knuckle caught his attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This originally pea-sized object had swollen several times over, even causing slight deformation of the sella turcica.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though insufficient on its own to raise intracranial pressure, its position at the skull base, near the midbrain, blocked the cerebrospinal fluid pathway; the ventricles swelled like a sink with a clogged drain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Pituitary tumor]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The primary lesion was indeed small, but tragically located at the endocrine control center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with prior preparation, the reality was far worse than anticipated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Treating this required surgery through the nasal cavity or upper jaw, reaching the sphenoid bone within the skull. It demanded a multidisciplinary team of seasoned neurosurgeons, ophthalmologists, and ENT specialists; ultra-precise endoscopic microsurgical instruments; and strict, continuous monitoring and evaluation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet here, there was only a novice bone-chiseling shaman and his carpenter’s chisel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps considering funeral arrangements and eulogies would be more practical than pondering surgical methods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>?? A grueling month _:(′□`」∠):_\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>? The author has finally completed the defense and graduation exams\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>? (End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1139,"2026-06-20T02:15:56.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a6707ff158622a5be4a57495072a32089391184ec806dde99a7eabbe8f953f63","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-364","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-362",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]