Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 13 Local characteristic doctor-patient communication

Temporarily getting rid of the strange feeling, Kraft began to look for places that sold pens and paper. What he was looking for was a well-made dip pen.

Ink galls have not yet appeared in this world, and ballpoint pens and the like are still far away.Everyone is still using a relatively simple but inefficient method, that is, directly dip the nib of the pen into the ink bottle, dip some ink out like dipping sauce, write a few words and then dip it in.

People who use it well will look more elegant, and those who are not used to it will look like dipping sauce, especially when using ink dishes.However, this price is exchanged for a benefit. The soft thin metal tip of the dip pen can write smooth and natural strokes with thickness changes when the direction is correct.At the same time, because of the structure of the pen, the cursive writing in the two worlds is basically the same.

This kind of writing quality requires a relatively high level of craftsmanship for this place to make a qualified nib. If you want to use it well, go to a special store to buy it.

Kraft followed the street all the way to the end, and found the place he was looking for next to the square of St. Simon's Church in the center of the city.The owner of the shop is a believer in the church, and most of the shop here is to supply the needs of the clergy. The paper sold is of good quality, but most of the pens are flat-tip pens for copying scriptures.

"Your faith impresses me." Kraft complimented the rich religious elements in the small shop. The wooden carved winged ring symbol occupies half of the wall behind the counter, and the old man with the double-winged ring amulet Two high and one low three-pronged candlestick to read the scriptures.

The candlesticks were not lit, the midday sun was cast through the windows, and the fine dust floated in the somewhat dull air, outlining the shape of the light band.He walked around the store by himself before speaking up.

"Thank you, do you want to buy something?" The old man who was interrupted from reading looked up and felt that he was not a member of the church or a seminary student, so his attitude was rather cold.

"I want an ordinary dip pen, only the nib is fine." Kraft glanced at the holy book in his hand, which is a high-quality manuscript. "I also want some paper like this."

"I'll look for it." The shopkeeper stood up holding the table, walked to the shelf, picked up a box, "Are you a student of the academy?"

"No, but my teacher is from the academy."

"Then I can give you a discount." The old man turned around and put the opened box on the counter. Inside lay a dip pen with a brass tip and a pine barrel that was polished smooth. "And the paper , this kind of paper writes more smoothly than parchment."

"Huh?" Kraft was a little surprised. He never thought that the identity of Teacher Anderson could bring such treatment.

The old man didn't mean to explain in detail, but just counted the paper and handed it to him: "All the people in the academy are very good people."

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Kraft, who thanked the shopkeeper, came out with a box of paper and pens. Although he didn't know why, the discount was really good.

He stuffed the things into the package fixed on the horse, and led the horse to enjoy the beautiful afternoon sun in the square.At this time, the temperature is the highest in the day, and the winter cold is driven out from the land. He can go for a long-lost walk, starting from San Simeon Square, and then walking north along the main road in the north-south direction. Grab something to eat and arrive at Wendeng College in the North End of Wendeng in the early evening.

The college and the church are the two most important buildings in Wendeng Port. One is on the northern periphery of the city, and the other is in the center of the city near the port. At first glance, it seems to be lowered, and it is actually the case.

The church was built as early as when St. Simon came to the Port of Wendeng to preach. At that time, the scale of the Port of Wendeng was not so large.The establishment of the college will take 30 to [-] years at night, and a large part of the church's money will directly lead to the situation that the seminary is the only one in the whole college, and other colleges have to stand aside.

Including the iconic bell tower of the college, and the fully funded church built with full interior and exterior decoration by the church's own architect. When you hear the bell every day, you will see a bell tower built just like the church tower. It is said that there is nothing wrong with the church school.

San Simeon Square in winter is fairly clean, no matter whether it is bird droppings or snow, it has been cleaned up.Judging from the fact that there were still people sitting directly on the ground in front, everyone still trusted the cleaning work of the church very much.

Taking a closer look, ah, it turned out to be the two scholars in brown robes I had seen before.One is sitting under the statue of St. Simeon with his left arm resting on his back, leaning against the base with a painful expression on his face.The other stood on one side, talking to three people in black clothes, turning his head to look at his companion from time to time.

Getting closer, Kraft overheard their conversation.

"No, it's really not necessary, just help us find a clinic, don't bother you so much."

"Really, I think he's hurt his bones. Let's take him back to the academy to have a look. Our teachers should be there." One of them rolled up the sleeves of his black clothes, looking very enthusiastic, completely oblivious to his companion The distorted expression and the hand pulling him aside.

However, upon hearing this, the scholar in the brown robe refused more firmly: "Although I am very grateful to you, but I really don't need it. He really only has a small injury."

The scholar sitting on the ground was sweating profusely from the pain, but in order to match his companion's words, he forced a smile: "Yes, I feel much better. I'm really sorry to waste your time."

This couldn't be explained more clearly, but the enthusiastic person was still unwilling to give up, and reached out to help with a concerned face.Another man in black reached out and clasped his shoulders, pulling him back desperately.

The brown-robed scholar who was negotiating with him took a step forward to block between his companions and strangers, looking around for help, the square was empty in the winter afternoon, and only Kraft was nearby.

He saw that Kraft had a scabbard hanging around his waist, and was wearing a cloak that seemed to be of good fabric. He felt that he was a little nobleman going out, at least he would not be a trustee, so he waved to this side and shouted: "That one over there Sir, can I ask you a favor?"

Kraft seemed to understand what was going on.Those in black clothes are college students, but other college members are a little afraid of them, even making it look like they were kidnapped in the street.Combined with their conversation, the answer seems to come out.

Oh, you guys are from medical school, right?I just heard your horror stories.

The enthusiastic medical student didn't understand why his classmates didn't need him, but asked passers-by to help him, but he took the initiative to introduce the situation first.

"We are students in the medical school. The teacher asked us to go out to buy some experimental materials, and we happened to meet our classmates in the law school." He explained, with a rather sunny face under the dark brown curly hair, and the concerned expression on his face was attributed to Kraft. Familiar, "He seems to have broken a bone, can you take him back for us, I'm not worried about the clinic outside."

Well, I can tell, you guys are discussing with the experimental materials, but he seems reluctant.

The "experimental material" was robbed, and he hurriedly explained to himself: "No, I'm really fine, can you take me to a nearby clinic, maybe I'll get better after applying some ointment." With the current temperature, he Sweat is not very convincing.

His companion wanted to add, but Kraft interrupted him.

"Can I take a look?" Kraft looked at him nervously, and added, "My name is Kraft Wood. The Wood family is honored on the battlefield, so they are quite familiar with external injuries."

The foreign part is no stranger to this situation, while the local part knows how to win people's trust quickly.

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