Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 375 Preoperative Conversation
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the familiar ceiling.

There are many inconveniences living on the top of a mountain, but the lighting is good and it is bright enough even in the evening.

The reflection of the silver mirror shifted and turned red over time, scattered all over the operating room converted from the sutra copying room, like a solidified flame poured into a square container.

No one dared to move him, but he was covered with a blanket. The table had been cleaned long ago, covered with a new white cloth, and the four corners were flattened, as clean as an altar from which the sacrifice had been taken.

Several figures, some tall and some short, sat in a semicircle, leaning back in their chairs drowsily, not even noticing that he had woken up.

This feeling of time jumping reminded him of the days in Wendeng Port. After completing the first operation, he was in a coma for not much shorter time than the patients who used diluted black liquid.

"How long have I slept and how is the patient?"

"Dominic was moved to the lounge at noon and woke up before lunch was over. He was a little confused and agitated. He is still in protective restraints, but the good news is that he can see and recognize Field, the caregiver. The visual impairment you worried about before did not occur."

Coop took a step forward and helped him sit up. "It's past dinner time now, but I told the kitchen to keep some warm in the oven. Do you want to bring it over?"

"No, no hurry."

I couldn't feel anything in my empty stomach. My hunger seemed to be covered up. I even felt nauseous when I thought about food.

The brain is in a contradictory state of numbness and clarity, and thoughts are running heavily and slowly in the paste but with a clear purpose.

The lips and teeth rubbed against each other, as if he was subconsciously chewing the information obtained from the patient.

It sounds like a success - being able to get off the operating table and breathing after the operation is already an extraordinary success. It is a blessing from God that there are no immediate fatal short-term complications such as bleeding, hematoma, electrolyte imbalance, and pituitary crisis.

Speaking of which, in the two intracranial hematoma removal surgeries plus this pituitary tumor removal, all the patients had church faith. If God really had the power behind it, then the gold content is indeed high enough.

It is still necessary to pretend and show some respect to the old man, to increase psychological comfort and the success rate of metaphysics. Even if we take a step back, it can also help comfort the patients and their families, so it is not a loss.

Thinking of this, Kraft rubbed his eyes and felt like something was missing.

"Bring the holy emblem back and hang it here."

The dazzling afterglow of the setting sun fell into the valley. My eyes gradually adapted to the environment, the double images faded away, and I finally saw clearly those who were left behind.

His two students, as well as the excited and anxious Benny, the monastery's second-in-command Raymond was not there, and only sent two monks to help. It was not that he did not care about the safety of the abbot, but the lack of one person caused the documents to not be approved.

Physical fatigue could not suppress psychological excitement. After confirming that the operation was correct, Kraft was eager to share the joy of completion with others.

Unlike other system surgeries in the past, this is the first time that the structural deformity caused by abnormality has been removed under such harsh conditions and in the most delicate and dangerous parts of the human body.

No matter what method is used, at least it proves the feasibility. It is a qualitative change from zero to one, from nothing to something. It is a wonder that does not belong to the times.

If Dominic had the misfortune to be invited out to contribute to the cause of archaeology hundreds of years after his death, his skull alone would have been enough to make dozens of experts and scholars scratch their heads.

"We did it!" He looked at the others, Benny, Yvonne, a few of the monks, and then Coop, hoping to find similar excitement in their eyes.

Noticing his gaze, the people crowded around him responded with confusion, admiration, concern and... as if it were their right?

"You are undoubtedly right, just like every time you succeeded before." Kupp nodded repeatedly as if he had just woken up from a dream. It can be seen that his reaction was sincere. He felt that the only flaw in the operation was that he was the one who sutured it, and there was no way the main surgeon could have made a mistake. Kupp's reaction seemed to have pressed a switch, and the crowd switched to praise mode, either expressing how skilled this operation was, which they did not understand at all, or admiring the medical ethics of the patient who saved the patient regardless of his own health.

Even Yvonne, who usually doesn't talk much, was amazed. She compared it to the story of the Holy Spirit opening the spiritual third eye for people. God knows where she heard it from.

Some even claimed that opening the skull to allow the Father's light to enter and exorcise evil spirits was a pioneering way of integrating medicine and theology, and was worthy of being recorded in classics and promoted vigorously. This frightened Kraft so much that he hurriedly stopped it. His fame was almost ruined, and he was headed for eternal infamy.

"From Progress to Regress, Medicine to Theology: The Historical Limitations of the Pioneer of Anesthesia Surgery". The title is scary enough to think about and must be nipped in the bud.

"Oh, what if..." He stopped sighing suddenly, and he found that he couldn't think of anyone to share with. Even if Dunling and Westmin's colleagues were here, they would probably think that there was no essential difference from the previous removal of intracranial hematoma - both of them opened the skull but the patient survived.

Perhaps Professor Morrison, who has delved deeply into the taboo realm, could understand what he had done, but he would be more likely to sneer at it, thinking that it was a purely self-defeating and self-defeating show of skill.

"I said stop, that's enough, I'm not a three-year-old kid looking for compliments." Kraft glared around and stayed on the face of the guy who tried to enter him for a few seconds. "All relevant paper records of the operation must be reviewed by me. I mean all. Do you understand?"

He propped himself up on the operating table, found a chair for himself, and sat opposite Benny: "Sir, you can see that we have proven our ability to deal with the disease."

"Your skills are beyond doubt." The scene of taking something out of the brain was too shocking. Compared with trust, Benny's face was more of an unconcealed uneasiness. "I don't mean to question it, but this method seems... a little risky."

"Yes, that's exactly what I want to talk to you about next." Kraft raised one hand, indicating that the other party did not need to say more, as he knew what was going on.

"In fact, the risk of resection surgery is not as simple as 'a little', it is very high, so high that it is close to the limit of my personal ability to handle it. The 50% success rate is due to God's blessing. If it were not for the fact that postponing the surgery would definitely lead to death, I would never take the risk.

"I have seen your son's condition before, and it is indeed the same disease. We must deal with the evil in his skull, otherwise it will continue to expand until it takes his life.

“But the good news is that compared to the unfortunate monk under my command, he is still in the early stages of the disease and the tumor has not yet compressed the surrounding structures, so he has much more time.

"So my thought is that there might be an opportunity to consider some slower and safer approaches that don't involve opening the skull..."

Kraft had an inexplicable sense of déjà vu, as if he was introducing to parents a new minimally invasive surgery that was much less invasive but less mature.

However, parents all over the world, even in other worlds, are similar. If they can choose the one that looks smaller, they will definitely choose it.

Sure enough, before he could finish, Benny asked, "Can Lucian use this?"

Kraft showed an unsurprisingly helpless expression: "Well, listen to me first. The answer is maybe, but the actual effect may not be certain."

"The principle is this. I'll explain it in a way that's easier for you to understand: If you compare the tumor to a fortress defending a territory, we usually have two ways to deal with it.

"If time is urgent, we can take the risk of attacking and digging it out directly. The disadvantage is that we will suffer great losses and it will easily affect the surrounding areas. If time is sufficient, we can choose to cut off the supply lines one by one, and it will naturally perish.

"Here's the plan: I have a way to find the blood vessels that supply it and damage the lining of those blood vessels. Then, just like a scab forms on a wound, the wound inside the blood vessel will clot and eventually block it.

"The disadvantage is that this is a treatment method that only exists in theory, there is no practical precedent, and there are also risks. There is no way to guarantee that there will not be accidental blood vortexes that will carry the blood clots to other places and clot other important parts.

"So, which one do you choose?"

I am anxiously waiting for the final exam results and I feel uneasy doing anything.

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