[{"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-367":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},2283845,4467,"Chapter 367","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-367",367,"\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes again, it was the familiar ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Living atop the mountain had many inconveniences, but the lighting was excellent—even at dusk, it remained bright enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silver mirror’s reflection shifted over time, turning red and scattering across the operating space, once a scripture-copying room, like solidified flame poured into a square container.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one had moved his position, but a blanket had been draped over him. The table had already been cleared, covered anew with white cloth, its corners smoothed flat, as clean as an altar from which the offering had been removed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several figures sat in a half-circle, tall and short, slumped in chairs, half-asleep, not even noticing he had awakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sensation of time skipping reminded him of his days in Hegang, after his first surgery—he had slept nearly as long as patients who’d been given diluted Black Fluid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How long have I slept? How is the patient?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dominic was moved to the rest room at noon, woke up before lunch ended, a bit disoriented and agitated, still under protective restraints—but the good news is he can see and recognize Nurse Field. Your feared vision damage did not occur.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft stepped forward and helped him sit up. “It’s past dinner time, but I told the kitchen to keep a portion warm on the stove. Shall I have it brought over?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, not urgent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His shrunken stomach felt nothing; hunger seemed suppressed, and even thinking of food brought a wave of nausea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind was in a contradictory state—numb yet alert, thoughts moving through sludge, heavy and slow, yet purposeful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips rubbed together, as if unconsciously chewing over the patient’s data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It sounded like a success—getting the patient off the table and still breathing afterward was already extraordinary. The absence of immediate lethal complications—hemorrhage, hematoma, electrolyte imbalance, pituitary crisis—was divine blessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Come to think of it, all three patients—two craniotomies for intracranial hematomas and now this pituitary tumor resection—had church faith. If the Father truly had a hand in this, the proof was undeniably strong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, it was necessary to put on a show, to show respect to Him, to boost psychological comfort and mystical success rates. Even if only for the sake of calming the patient and family, it was a net gain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this thought, Kraft rubbed his eyes, feeling something was missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Later, bring me the holy emblem. Hang it here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blinding afterglow of sunset sank into the valley; his eyes gradually adjusted, double vision faded, and at last he recognized who remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His two students, and Benny, half-exhilarated, half-anxious. Brother Raymond of the monastery was absent—only two monks had been sent to assist. Not from lack of concern for the abbot’s safety, but because one fewer person meant paperwork remained unapproved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Physical exhaustion could not suppress his mental exhilaration. Having confirmed the procedure went flawlessly, Kraft desperately wanted to share his triumph.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike previous system surgeries, this was the first time he had challenged the human body’s most delicate and dangerous region under such harsh conditions to remove structural deformities caused by anomalies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever the method, it proved feasibility—a qualitative leap from zero to one, from nothing to something—not a wonder of the age, but a breakthrough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Dominic died centuries from now and was unearthed as archaeological fodder, his skull alone would drive dozens of experts bald.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We did it!” He looked around—at Benny, Yifeng, the monks, then Kraft—hoping to find similar excitement in their eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sensing his gaze, the crowd packed tightly around him responded with confusion, reverence, concern… and something like inevitability?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Without doubt, you were right—as with every one of your past successes,” Kraft nodded rapidly, as if waking from a dream. His reaction was genuine; he saw the only flaw as being assigned to suture, assuming the lead surgeon could never err.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft’s reaction triggered a switch—the crowd shifted into praise mode, marveling at the surgical brilliance of a procedure they didn’t understand, or extolling his moral virtue for treating patients despite his own exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even quiet Yifeng gasped in awe, comparing it to the story of the Holy Spirit opening the third eye of mortals—no one knew where she’d heard that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others went further, calling the opening of the skull to let the Father’s light enter and expel demons the dawn of medical-theological fusion, worthy of canonization and widespread adoption—prompting Kraft to urgently halt them. His lifelong reputation nearly collapsed, veering toward eternal infamy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From Progress to Regression: From Medicine to Theology—The Historical Limitations of the Father of Anesthetic Surgery”—just imagining that title was terrifying. It had to be crushed in the bud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, if only…” His sigh cut off abruptly—he realized he couldn’t think of a single person to share this with. Even if Dunling and Westminster’s colleagues were here, they’d likely see no difference from his prior intracranial hematoma removals—both involved opening the skull and the patient didn’t die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps Professor Morrison, who delved into forbidden realms, might understand what he’d done—but more likely he’d sneer, dismissing it as needless overcomplication, a flashy stunt self-imposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough. Stop. It’s too much. I’m not a three-year-old begging for praise.” Kraft glared around, lingering a few seconds longer on the man who’d tried to canonize him. “All documentation related to this surgery must be reviewed by me—every single page. Understood?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pushed himself up from the operating table, found a chair, and sat opposite Benny. “Sir, you’ve seen it—we’ve proven our ability to treat this condition.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your technique is unquestionable,” Benny said. The spectacle of extracting something from the brain had been too shocking; his face held more unease than trust. “I don’t mean to question, but this method… seems risky.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes. That’s precisely what I want to discuss with you now.” Kraft raised one hand, signaling the man to hold his tongue—he already understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The risk of this resection isn’t just ‘a little’—it’s extremely high, bordering on the limit of my personal capability. Half the success rate is divine protection. Had delaying the surgery meant certain death, I would never have dared attempt it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve examined your son’s condition alongside mine. It is the same illness. We must remove the evil within the skull, or it will keep growing until it steals his life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But the good news: compared to my unfortunate monk, your son is still in the early stage—the tumor hasn’t yet compressed surrounding structures. You have far more time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So my suggestion is this: perhaps we can consider a slower, safer approach—one that doesn’t require opening the skull…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft felt a strange sense of déjà vu—like explaining a new, minimally invasive surgery to parents: less visible trauma, but less proven.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet parents everywhere, even in other worlds, always choose the option that looks less invasive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure enough, before he finished, Benny interrupted: “Can Lucius use this method?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kraft gave the expected, weary expression. “Wait, let me finish. The answer is maybe—but the outcome isn’t guaranteed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s how I’ll explain it in terms you’ll understand: imagine the tumor as a fortress holding its ground. We usually have two ways to deal with it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If time is urgent, we risk a direct assault—digging it out outright. The downside: heavy damage to ourselves and high risk of collateral injury. If time allows, we can cut off its supply lines instead—it will starve and die naturally.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The plan is this: I have a method to locate the blood vessels feeding the tumor and damage their inner walls. Then, like a wound scabbing over, the vessel’s injury will clot, forming a thrombus that eventually blocks it completely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The drawback: this is purely theoretical—no prior practice exists—and it carries its own risks. We can’t guarantee no accidental blood turbulence will dislodge the clot and carry it elsewhere, blocking vital areas.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, which option do you choose?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anxiety over awaiting final exam results—nothing felt right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(╯°□°）╯︵┻━┻\u003C\u002Fp>",1309,"2026-06-20T02:15:56.940Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","cd5a236661e5bf583fd923bb3d75e5c13a094b4d25d0af14b5386ae6693c9d56","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-368","notes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-chapter-366",406,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fnotes-on-kraft-anomalous-studies-cover.jpg"]