6th of Saun, Arc 716
He'd woken up. It was the sixth trial and dawn had begun to spring forth, his windows lighting up as the sun rose to the sky. The rain had come and gone, and now yet again Andaris was sunny, bright and hot. He hated the heat. He was sweating as he woke, his brow practically drenched. There was no reprieve from the heat in the rather basic apartments of Andaris. In his home in Sabaissant, living in the palace, the cool winds came through the open windows as he slept and kept him always in a condition of perfect tempo. The man groaned as he rose and removed his undergarments, wiping his body with a wet cloth and then drying himself with a towel he'd kept on his desk. He yawned, looking into the room's small mirror and ensuring his hair looked suitable for that of a professor.
Alistair made his way to his dresser, and from it pulled out his grey suit and bowler hat. He tucked two books beneath his shoulder, and put his Venora crest pin against his skin to let everyone know just who they were messing with. The books he brought with him were The Scholar of Viden and Anatomical Surgery in Rynmere. Each of these books were instructional texts meant for guiding individuals into the process of basic surgeries, with the Scholar of Viden covering a variety of particular cases in which the man perfomed Eye Cataracts, Blocked Bowel Surgeries, Arrow Removal and Childbirth, and the Anatomical Surgery text covering Amputations, Brain Surgeries, the basics of anatomy and an unfortunate array of surgeries that were actually discredited by this text, such as bloodletting and the use of basic leeches for a variety of diseases and illnesses.
Today he was going to teach his students a lesson on the contemporary knowledge of amputation, with practices such as cautery, hot iron bars and disinfectants applied to the wounds. Honestly, he was not quite the expert himself, but he possessed enough experience in live surgery to properly instruct his students on amputation without a great deal of experience in it. It would be new and interesting - this was his first term as a professor and until recently he'd mostly been guiding students on basic things such as arrow removals and telling them what not to do - namely, as mentioned before, bloodletting. Peasant's superstition was far removed from decent surgical practices.
The man walked through the streets of his neighborhood and towards the University, his eyes running past the stalls and glancing at the men and women running them. He surely lived in a shit neighborhood - the people here were of low quality and much lower wealth. Hopefully his combined surgical procedures and university job could buy him a more suitable apartment in Andaris.
As the man came upon the university, he was stopped by one of his students, a young ambitious individual who had what he'd describe as a fixation when it came to surgery involving the internal organs. Her name was, if he recalled, Dehlila Fairfax. "Doctor Venora," she called out to Alistair. The man paused in his place and stared. "It's good to see you before class! I was actually hoping to ask you a question before the lesson." The woman was always eager, of course. Many of his students were - the field of medicine was advancing, if slowly, and this caused new and enthusiastic minds to enter the field. Alistair stayed silent but nodded his head. "Will we be performing an actual live amputation?" She asked. "I adored that demonstrative skull inspection surgery you performed for the class, but it's not quite the same as with an actual body." Somehow, this young woman didn't even find such provocative statements as being slightly . . . odd. Alistair shook his head.
"No . . . I don't tend to have a line-up of prospective amputees for my lessons, Dehlila. That would be a bit too convenient. And indeed, let me just state very clearly - it would be exceptionally ill-advised to perform a live surgery for educational purposes, as the stress of being operated on in such an open environment can cause unfortunate incidents to occur." The man thought such a thing was obvious - that surgeries were always to be performed in controlled environments if possible, but perhaps the student was a bit less intelligent than he'd imagined.
"Couldn't you just like, do it on a slave or something? You'd really be raising the educational standard by performing surgeries live." She was highly determined in this assertion. The man merely rolled his eyes. "Our field is designed to help people, not hurt them. You'd do well to remember that, Ms. Fairfax. I must in fact get to class, as you know. Ta-ta." He waved her off and went his own way towards the university, unable to believe the conversation he'd just engaged in. Live surgeries. He almost laughed at the thought.
He'd woken up. It was the sixth trial and dawn had begun to spring forth, his windows lighting up as the sun rose to the sky. The rain had come and gone, and now yet again Andaris was sunny, bright and hot. He hated the heat. He was sweating as he woke, his brow practically drenched. There was no reprieve from the heat in the rather basic apartments of Andaris. In his home in Sabaissant, living in the palace, the cool winds came through the open windows as he slept and kept him always in a condition of perfect tempo. The man groaned as he rose and removed his undergarments, wiping his body with a wet cloth and then drying himself with a towel he'd kept on his desk. He yawned, looking into the room's small mirror and ensuring his hair looked suitable for that of a professor.
Alistair made his way to his dresser, and from it pulled out his grey suit and bowler hat. He tucked two books beneath his shoulder, and put his Venora crest pin against his skin to let everyone know just who they were messing with. The books he brought with him were The Scholar of Viden and Anatomical Surgery in Rynmere. Each of these books were instructional texts meant for guiding individuals into the process of basic surgeries, with the Scholar of Viden covering a variety of particular cases in which the man perfomed Eye Cataracts, Blocked Bowel Surgeries, Arrow Removal and Childbirth, and the Anatomical Surgery text covering Amputations, Brain Surgeries, the basics of anatomy and an unfortunate array of surgeries that were actually discredited by this text, such as bloodletting and the use of basic leeches for a variety of diseases and illnesses.
Today he was going to teach his students a lesson on the contemporary knowledge of amputation, with practices such as cautery, hot iron bars and disinfectants applied to the wounds. Honestly, he was not quite the expert himself, but he possessed enough experience in live surgery to properly instruct his students on amputation without a great deal of experience in it. It would be new and interesting - this was his first term as a professor and until recently he'd mostly been guiding students on basic things such as arrow removals and telling them what not to do - namely, as mentioned before, bloodletting. Peasant's superstition was far removed from decent surgical practices.
The man walked through the streets of his neighborhood and towards the University, his eyes running past the stalls and glancing at the men and women running them. He surely lived in a shit neighborhood - the people here were of low quality and much lower wealth. Hopefully his combined surgical procedures and university job could buy him a more suitable apartment in Andaris.
As the man came upon the university, he was stopped by one of his students, a young ambitious individual who had what he'd describe as a fixation when it came to surgery involving the internal organs. Her name was, if he recalled, Dehlila Fairfax. "Doctor Venora," she called out to Alistair. The man paused in his place and stared. "It's good to see you before class! I was actually hoping to ask you a question before the lesson." The woman was always eager, of course. Many of his students were - the field of medicine was advancing, if slowly, and this caused new and enthusiastic minds to enter the field. Alistair stayed silent but nodded his head. "Will we be performing an actual live amputation?" She asked. "I adored that demonstrative skull inspection surgery you performed for the class, but it's not quite the same as with an actual body." Somehow, this young woman didn't even find such provocative statements as being slightly . . . odd. Alistair shook his head.
"No . . . I don't tend to have a line-up of prospective amputees for my lessons, Dehlila. That would be a bit too convenient. And indeed, let me just state very clearly - it would be exceptionally ill-advised to perform a live surgery for educational purposes, as the stress of being operated on in such an open environment can cause unfortunate incidents to occur." The man thought such a thing was obvious - that surgeries were always to be performed in controlled environments if possible, but perhaps the student was a bit less intelligent than he'd imagined.
"Couldn't you just like, do it on a slave or something? You'd really be raising the educational standard by performing surgeries live." She was highly determined in this assertion. The man merely rolled his eyes. "Our field is designed to help people, not hurt them. You'd do well to remember that, Ms. Fairfax. I must in fact get to class, as you know. Ta-ta." He waved her off and went his own way towards the university, unable to believe the conversation he'd just engaged in. Live surgeries. He almost laughed at the thought.
