Krafft's Anomaly Notes

Chapter 398 Snake Path
The saline solution, contained in a transparent glass container, flows through silver tubes into the bone marrow and then fills the blood vessels.

Clearly, this is an extraordinary power, at least that's how Benny sees it.

Salt is used for purification and exorcism, while silver is used for holiness and purity. Both substances have special significance in the doctrine. The abbot dissolved the salt in clean water and then used silver utensils to enter the bones, which symbolize spiritual nourishment. Afterward, the recipient's face regained its color.

The scriptures record that the Father instructed the prophet to touch the waters of the river with his silver staff, and the waters turned to blood, plunging the ungodly kingdom into thirst and stench.

What we are seeing now is undoubtedly a miracle. Although it is only a few bottles and requires bone marrow transformation, it is far less exaggerated than dyeing the river red. However, the act of extracting blood from the water is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

He became increasingly certain that bringing the seriously injured priest back was the right thing to do, and that the Father had a plan for the believers.

“Well, perfect timing, Kup, you can learn from him while you’re at it.” Kraft noticed that Benny was looking at him with the eyes of someone looking at something supernatural. He didn’t know what the other was thinking, but it was unlikely that he thought Benny was a great doctor.

The explanation that was about to come out was swallowed back down. Lately, he had been using quite a few unorthodox methods, and there was no point in arguing with laymen about which were techniques and which were spells.

Instead of wasting time on this, you might as well say a few words to Cooper; at least he'll listen and it will be useful to him.

"If there is too much blood or water loss and no blood vessels can be found, the fluid can be injected directly into the bone marrow of the tibia, where absorption is fast and can achieve a similar effect."

"Dosage... approximately one part fluid for every fifty units of body weight, administered over a quarter of an hour. If effective, you will observe the skin warming and color improving."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"Check for any ongoing bleeding or other causes. The IV can be repeated two to three times within an hour. Generally speaking, this amount is definitely sufficient; any more would be harmful."

"What if it doesn't work after using a sufficient amount?" Kup noticed that Kraft used the word "usually".

"It's hard to say. Theoretically, we should administer IV fluids and blood transfusions together, but that's not feasible." Even without considering long-term storage, he couldn't find a usable anticoagulant.

Without anticoagulation, blood outside the body will coagulate within minutes. The only options are to quickly draw and transfuse the blood with a syringe, or to connect the donor and recipient with a tube and transfuse the blood by gravity and blood pressure difference.

Another problem is that rapidly coagulated blood can only be crudely mixed for crossmatching. Even if he can screen out a batch of type O blood donors using this method, the mortality rate of directly transfusing large quantities of whole blood without centrifuging to remove plasma will directly exceed 50%.

With so many negative factors combined, blood transfusions are currently only a theoretical possibility.

"Theoretically, you can also pray. If God the Father is indeed omnipotent, he should be able to make the fluid resuscitation effective."

Even if it doesn't work, it means that God has arranged it this way, and prayer can still play a role in end-of-life care, so it's not a meaningless task.

Kup was speechless, while Benny seemed thoughtful, as if he had taken the words to heart.

Seeing that the patient's vital signs were stable, Kraft began to examine the wound more carefully.

As Coop said, only things arranged neatly like scales with sharp edges can create such a cleavage, which at first glance even has a satisfying sense of strange geometric regularity.

"How big was that snake?"

“It’s hard to say, maybe it’s as long as seven or eight people.” Kup looked at Yvonne, hoping to get her opinion. The latter nodded, then shook her head.

Looking back now, it seems they never saw the complete snake body; the thing was always only partially revealed, the rest hidden in a blind spot beyond the reach of their understanding.

"But its scales are wide and can stand up, smooth as a mirror, reflecting certain things... I can't describe them, things that shouldn't be reflected in them."

“Mirror…” Kraft repeated unconsciously, glancing around at the closed doors and windows, opening his suturing kit, and beginning to prepare. Inside was only a small roll of suture, about the size of a thumb, but that was enough. He neither could nor needed to suture all the wounds; his target was limited to those that penetrated deep into the dermis and were beyond the body's ability to repair themselves.

Most of these injuries are located on the outer side of the limbs, and some are deep enough to expose bone at the joints.

The sutures were threaded through the needle one by one, and he waited patiently until all the tools were neatly arranged. The priest regained his color and his lips were flushed again when the rapid sound of horses' hooves sounded outside the door.

The ether has arrived.

The gleaming silver needle holders reflected the wound, stretching and widening it, the reflection moving across the curved surface with each movement.

My hand paused for a moment, and the threaded needle fell from the jaws of the clamps and into a crack in the floor.

"Are you alright?" Kup quickly pulled out the needle by the thread and threw it into the recycling bin; this thing wasn't cheap.

Because they are small and sturdy, ordinary craftsmen cannot process them, making them much more expensive than some larger items, almost as expensive as a section of silver tube.

What's even more worrying is Kraft's situation; he has never made this kind of mistake before.

"How did that snake you encountered come to be?" he asked a completely unrelated question.

Although the wound reflected on the surface of the silver clamps has been completely deformed and is unrecognizable, some difficult-to-identify details can still be discerned in the eyes of someone with a keen enough spatial imagination.

They seemed to extend, meandering up the surface of the pincers, coiling towards the fingers like the tongues of some living, crimson snake, before instantly returning to stillness.

It took immense willpower for him not to fling the pliers away.

Perhaps due to the influence of body temperature and sweat from the palms, the metal lost its reliable hard and cold feel, as if a cold-blooded crawling creature awakened by heat had a slightly soft and wriggling illusion.

"It seems to have been following us for a long time, and launched an attack just as we realized it. Moreover, everyone encountered something different, with completely different locations and actions."

"You mean, you encountered more than one?"

Kraft steadied his hands, picked up the new needle, and tried to expel the surging thoughts from his mind. However, those images were like wet stains that would spread and permeate the corners, wetting his senses and skin.

[Some kind of hallucination...?]

The needle tip picked up the fascia deep in the wound, selected several key stress points, and intermittently sutured and tightened it, like fastening a few buttons to a torn piece of cloth.

He stuffed a corner of gauze into the wound for drainage, leaving a channel for blood and exudate. He didn't know if the sutured wound would still worsen, and he couldn't leave it untreated, so he had no choice but to treat it this way.

Those strange sensations seemed to intensify, as if the needle tip had become a sharp, long tooth, entering the cavity, biting into the flesh, and leaving a trail of its journey.

“No, of course not. How should I put it? We did encounter the same one, but it appeared different to everyone.” Kup tried to explain incoherently, but the more he explained, the more confused he became. “Then it suddenly occurred to me that this arrow might be useful…”

He pointed to the table, where there were two open lead boxes, one containing the bone arrowhead, and the other empty.

"Hey, what was in this empty box again?"

Lately, I just want to sleep as soon as I get off work (д｀)

One blink of an eye and it's midnight.