Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 144 141. The Old Marshal

Fernand was conflicted.

He didn't care about the lithotripsy that exposed his private position to everyone more than a month ago.Originally, he was big, not shameful, but also a stone in his bladder, a symbol of absolute hardness.But now hanging on the chest is a pair of limp and drooping fat meat, which will destroy the fame of the first life.

The more he thought about it, the more tormented he was.

On the one hand, facing the open environment of the hospital, out of personal privacy, he extremely does not want to be hospitalized.On the other hand, he asked a lot of surgeons, and only Kavey could perform a double mastectomy with a small incision, and the postoperative scar was very small, so he had to choose the surgical theater of the Municipal General Hospital.

Fernan put on his pants, stood by the stove and tangled with charcoal for a long time, finally looked at his unbearable body and sighed, and asked, "Dr. Carvey, can you operate as soon as possible?"

"Since it is highly suspected that it is a tumor, we will definitely have surgery as soon as possible." Carvey washed his hands next door, "Because there is only one surgery theater in the hospital, so it has to be scheduled, and the specific time will not be known until I go back to see it."

"Schedule." Fernan suddenly had some thoughts, "By the way, if the time is changed to midnight, will no one watch it?"

Carvey wiped his hands and walked out of the bathroom: "I am not the only one who has the final say on this matter, and the income of the hospital has to be considered. If you can convince the dean, I personally don't care."

"Hehe, forget it then."

"I checked the schedule at the hospital just now. If there is no accident, the operation will have to wait until the afternoon of three days later, on May 5." Carvey said, "How soon, unless there is an accident in other operations."

"Ok."

Fernan was very dissatisfied with the result, but there was finally some good news among all the bad news: "If the left one can be successfully removed, will the right one be preserved?"

"After opening it and looking at it, if I'm sure there's nothing wrong with it, I won't touch it."

Carvey had an examination just now. Fernan's right gao had a hard lump, which was also very swollen. The size of the left side was normal, so it should not have been invaded.But the doctor has always been reserved: "I can only say this, and no one can guarantee what will happen during the operation."【1】

"If it can be kept, it will have no impact on my personal life."

"It should have no effect."

Fernan took the hot tea from Kawei and took two sips: "So can the small incisions on both breasts be completely invisible?"

Carvey explained: "I can only ensure that the incision is small enough. As for whether the scar can be seen or not, it depends on your own body."

"How much does the surgery cost?"

"Same as the previous lithotripsy, you only need to spend a hospital fee. Since you don't plan to be hospitalized, you don't need to spend money. Anyway, the theater can make a lot of money." Carvey sat at his desk and turned out After reading the letter from Liszt, he was still asking Fernan, "Where is your wife? This is not a minor operation, it is best to let her accompany you."

Fernan shook his head: "She doesn't understand anything, she will only get in the way when she comes, I'm still comfortable by myself."

"What about going home?"

"Just take me to the carriage."

Carvey has seen many patients since he came here, and this is the first time he sees a man who does not need his wife to take care of him: "Okay, then the operation is decided like this. Since your wife won't come and you have to undergo anesthesia, the operation Any problem that arises is my own choice."

"You're a professional, you're sure to be fine"

Considering the special requirement of not being hospitalized, Carvey left his address, and asked him to move around less, keep healthy and wait for the operation notice.

After seeing off Fernan that night, after reading Liszt's letter [2], Carvey went to bed early.The next day he got up early and went straight back to the hospital in a carriage.

The operation schedule was placed in Ignatz's office. On the afternoon of May 5, Carvey wrote Fernan's operation "Resection of the right gao pill tumor + bilateral mastectomy": "Teacher, I will use it in the afternoon after three days. We don't have surgery."

Ignatz was sorting out his operating box, and replied: "If it's not written, it's empty."

"Well, that's the day." Carvey skipped the patient's name and bed number, only wrote the name of his surgeon, and then asked, "Does the teacher have surgery that day? If not, you can come and visit. "

"Huh? Visit what?"

Ignatz thought it was an ordinary cesarean section again, and he lacked interest, but when he looked up again, his eyes lit up, "Gao pills. Double mastectomy? Where did you get the patient?"

"Fernan, who had lithotripsy last time, now tentatively decides that the gao pill tumor and bilateral mammary gland hyperplasia need to be moved in two positions." The difficulty of the operation is not high, and Kawei has no pressure, "Actually, I still want to Look at his liver, but his physical condition does not allow it, so we can only deal with these two places temporarily. Wait for the operation to see how his body recovers."

"Oh, so it was him."

Ignatz was very interested in the operation and the patient, but he kept his hands on and seemed to be in a hurry to get out.

"Teacher is going to have an operation?" Carvey glanced at Ignatz, "It's Herman and Damirgang's this morning, teacher is going to have surgery in the afternoon."

Ignatz was wearing a more formal black overcoat, not the usual flashy surgical outfit.Although there was an anatomy instrument box at hand, the cane and white cotton gloves were kept by the table: "Yes, it's the operation in the afternoon."

He got up and picked up his beloved tall hat, adjusted his appearance in the mirror, and said, "Musil came to me specially last night and told me to go to the police station this morning. They have encountered a troublesome matter." .”

Both medicine and forensics study people, and to some extent they have some commonality.In particular, there is not much difference between a surgeon like Ignatz who often dissects dead bodies, and a forensic doctor who develops more slowly.

Normally, he would discuss some operations or murder cases with Musil in private, but this time he accepted the formal invitation of his old friend.

Out of curiosity, Carvey also got on the carriage to the police station: "I won't go to the class. In the morning, I will take medical Latin and anatomy. I am exempt."

"That's it." Ignatz took out a pipe from his pocket, lit it and put it in his mouth, "Even King Franz was alarmed by this incident, it's fine if you go, there are many old acquaintances present, You are welcome to give your opinion."

"Old acquaintance?"

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the police station. As soon as the two opened the door, they ran into Werther and Musil who were walking towards them.The two hurriedly got out of the carriage, and they dragged them into the special carriage for the police station, and then drove all the way to the outskirts of the city.

"Why did you bring him?" Werther was a little surprised, "This is not something children should mess with."

"He's also a surgeon."

"But he's only 17."

"He was exempted from anatomy, and his strength is by no means inferior to mine."

"But he's still too young."

Ignatz sighed: "He is also the attending military doctor specially hired by the Military and Political Department, and this reason is sufficient."

"Forget it, don't care, anyway, I'm going to help."

Werther looked at Carvey and could only nod his head without saying anything more.But accompanied by the sound of horseshoes and wheels outside the window, Carvey vaguely heard him muttering: "The empire even sent a child to the front line."

In the discussion between Ignatz and Muzier, Kawi knew the ins and outs of the matter.

The destination of the carriage was a manor on the southwestern outskirts of Vienna. The owner was Ludwig von Benedeker, the commander of the Italian Austrian Army.If nothing else happens, he will receive the king's promotion order in the next half month and become a field marshal to lead the northern front against Prussia.

It's just that before he was promoted, he encountered some troubles.

"Three days ago, the steward of the manor received a letter, which said some unknown things. Then that night, a piece of pink and white frozen meat was stuffed into the gate of the manor." Musil said, "At first the steward The servant didn't think anything of it and thought it was a prank, but then a second letter was stuffed into the mailbox."

"What did you write?"

"[How is the taste of the marshal's son's leg meat?], [What cooking method did you use?], [If it's not enough, don't worry, it will take a few days] and other messages." Witt said, "That person's expressive ability is very good. Poor, the language is very fragmented.”

After listening to the general idea, Carvey basically guessed something: "So the son of the marshal did not appear."

Werther stretched his waist: "Otherwise, we wouldn't have to rush to their house early in the morning."

"I think the Prussians did it." Musil said confidently, "I'm afraid they just wanted to use this incident to destroy the old Marshal's determination to fight."

Carvey only met the marshal at a mobilization meeting, but he didn't know him.He doesn't care who is the marshal, and he doesn't care if this matter will affect the battle situation. Anyway, Austria will lose sooner or later: "Why are we going to the manor?"

Musil said solemnly: "Go and find out whether that piece of meat belongs to the marshal's son or not."

An hour and a half later, the fast-moving carriage passed through the big iron gate and drove into the manor.

This place is much bigger than the mansions in Vienna, and even Laszlo's manor is less than 1/3 of it.Not only the woods on both sides belong to the Marshal, but even the small town we passed by just now is mostly owned by the Marshal.

It's just that now the entire manor is shrouded in a very depressing atmosphere. The housekeeper, servants, guests, including the marshal himself, don't have the slightest smile on their faces.

Many people have come to the huge living room, and Carvey knows several people, including Waterman, Olgi, Corrigo, and the "old friend" Mick who hasn't seen each other for many days.

Ever since the [Baron Inheritance Order] came into hand, Carvey has been avoiding Mick, and even the day Li Ben was discharged from the hospital, he, the attending doctor, didn't show up.Now that I am so desperate to meet him, of course Kawei wants to hide.

Mick was still in his favorite black suit, and carried a cane in his hand.

When these people from the police station entered the living room, he saw Carvey.But Mick was not in a hurry to find him, but nodded with Ignatz first.After the polite words were finished, he took Kawei to the corner to talk: "Why are you here?"

"I should ask you that." Carvey said innocently.

"I'm here to help."

"Me too. I'm a military doctor. You should have known about it early on."

"This matter is considered a military and political secret, and you shouldn't get involved." Mick said earnestly.

"Confidential?" Carvey smiled, pointed to Charles who was chatting with Watman not far away, and said, "If I remember correctly, although Dr. Charles is highly skilled, he is the Royal Dentist of the United Kingdom. British."

Mick came here only to assist in the investigation, and the whole matter was not his business, so he could only shake his head when he heard this: "Oh."

"I'm afraid there will be [the son of the Austrian Field Marshal's tragic death] in the British newspapers in a few days." Carvey made a very subtle gesture of wiping his neck, ".. report."

Mick had an expression of being impatient with his teammates, and could only try to put aside the topic: "By the way, why can't I find you in the hospital recently? You must not forget the agreement with me."

"I'm in medical school."

"Nonsense, of course I know you are in medical school. If I can find you in medical school, why should I go to the hospital?"

"Uh, what's this?" Carvey shrugged and spread his hands, looking very helpless, "Then I should be in the pharmaceutical factory. After all, it has just opened. I need to go and see more, and I have to charge more for the operation."

Mick didn't want to listen to these excuses, what he wanted was information.Carvey continued to pretend to be confused, don't ask, you just don't know.

The two exchanged a few words, and finally dragged the butler into the arena: "You should have heard what happened, thank you for coming to the manor to help in your busy schedule. Now I will take everyone to see the piece of meat. "

The old butler has been under tremendous pressure for the past three days, and his spirit is already on the verge of collapse.He couldn't face the word directly in his mouth, so he could only resist to skip it, and finished the following content: "That thing is stored in the ice cellar in the basement, everyone follow me."

[The meat] was stored in a huge block of ice, which Kavi thought was the wrong color when he first saw it.

Ordinary meat will have some blood color no matter what animal it comes from, but this piece is like white jade, without any blood color.

I thought it would confuse the view through the ice, but the other party made this piece of meat too clean, no matter from the perspective of skin, bones or hair, it was all fake human flesh.

"Old butler, it's indeed human flesh. I think all the doctors here have the same opinion."

Watman directly expressed his opinion, which was quickly agreed by everyone: "The cut here should be the root of the thigh [3], with a thick femur, the distribution of muscles can be seen through the fascia, and you can also see Femoral artery and vein. Unless it is a skilled surgeon, the owner of the meat must be dead."

"I think it's time for the whole city police to go out and search."

"Let's find the body first."

Everyone was talking about their own opinions, and the housekeeper had been mentally prepared, but when he heard these words, his head was buzzing, he couldn't make up his mind for a while, and he just wanted to report the results to the master as soon as possible.

But just as he was about to go up the stairs, a maid walked into the basement with a simple brown paper bag.

"Mr. Steward. Here, this is just delivered by the postman."

(End of this chapter)