Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 170 167. Postoperative Aftershock (3)

At four o'clock in the afternoon, there was chaos at the gate of the Academy of Surgery. Justina was dictating the contents of her letters, while the entire Viennese surgical community was scratching their heads over this radical mastectomy.Carvey, who was about to quietly leave back to the hospital through the back door, received an invitation to a dinner party on the street.

The other party was wearing an expensive dark blue formal suit, with a cane in his hand, blue and black breeches and black boots underneath, and he spoke very standard French.After listening to the self-introduction, Carvey knew that the other party was Edward's first-class clerk.

The clerk is equivalent to the secretary of the embassy. Although the invitation is verbal, it shows sincerity, and Carvey has no reason to refuse.

"The dinner is scheduled for three hours later, and the venue is Roshshuart Restaurant on Ring Road." The clerk asked, "If Dr. Carvey doesn't know him, please let us know the address, and we will send a special car to pick you up. Of course, you You can also go back to the embassy with me, and we will go there together."

"I know, thank you."

"Well, we'll see you at the restaurant at seven o'clock." The clerk smiled and bowed slightly, bid farewell to Carvey and got into the carriage on the side of the road.

Ambassador Edward had just met King Franz, and now he was naturally concerned about the relationship between the two countries and their respective attitudes towards the Prussian-Austro-Prussian War.Carvey knew that he was just a doctor who had nothing to do with politics, and calling him at this time was mostly related to medicine.

Although in Carvey's view, his achievements are mainly concentrated in several drugs such as methylene blue, oxytocin and sodium citrate.But from the perspective of ordinary people in the 19th century, I am afraid that the cesarean section and the radical operation just completed are more exciting.

"Forget it, why do you think so much?"

Carvey also found a carriage and drove straight towards the Municipal General Hospital.

The main reason for going back to the hospital is because I have been in the surgical academy for the past few days, and I have to go back to see the patients in the ward, and at the same time, I have to prepare for Marshal Ludwig's spine.In order to make the operation a success, he deliberately collected two corpses, and he can start work tonight.

But now that he is going to the banquet, the time may be delayed until tomorrow.

Half an hour later, on the other side, Rocheshuart restaurant, chef Alphonse is taking off the apron hanging on the wall, preparing for the final sprint for the upcoming evening market.But just as he was about to start, he was called out by the visiting clerk outside the door:

"Mr. Alphonse, Ambassador Edward needs to entertain distinguished guests tonight. I hope you can prepare a dinner for us."

"Tonight?" Alphonse was a little surprised, "but it's already four o'clock."

"Don't be so nervous." The clerk explained with a smile, "Because the embassy is too formal, we chose to eat here. The dishes don't need to be too grand, just follow the usual specifications."

Alphonse said: "But our place is reservation-only, diners have reserved their seats early, and there is not much room for ingredients."

"It's just ingredients. The kitchen of the embassy is at your disposal, and the prepared ingredients are the freshest." The other party didn't reason with Alphonse at all, and took out a few banknotes from his pocket, "This is a deposit of 300 crowns. There will also be 500 crowns as a reward."

"Can"

"You should know that Mr. Edward likes your dishes the most, and he always says what he says. I'm just a messenger." The clerk put the banknotes into his hand, "You only need to prepare food for five people, you shouldn't It takes too much time."

Alphonse has always been pursuing the quality of ingredients, and the profit of the restaurant is not high.Coupled with the long-term closure before, he also needs money for turnover.

For him, this amount of money is not small, but French food needs to be prepared in advance. Even if the ingredients from the embassy are sent to the kitchen here, there is no way to turn the basic ingredients into a French meal in just three hours. .

What's more, the embassy is still a long way from here, and it takes an hour to make a round trip.

How to do?
Just serve tonight's menu?

This obviously won't work.

Let alone the fact that the restaurant has just started to improve, it would be too shameful for the restaurant to temporarily close down. Even if it was taken, the ingredients would definitely not meet Edward's requirements.

It is said that it is an ordinary banquet, but the ambassador abroad is the personal representative of the emperor and the head of state, and the meal specifications must at least be prepared according to the ordinary dinner in the palace.These novel dishes that even Alphonse himself didn't know were delicious were not qualified to be served on Edward's table.

Everything came so suddenly.

However, as the former palace chef, Alphonse still has something in his hands: "What else is in the kitchen?"

"Half a roasted turkey, a couple of leftover pickled partridges, two kale, two pigeons stuffed with truffles, some fried porcini mushrooms and raw oysters."

Alphonse looked around the kitchen: "By the way, are there any marinated lobsters left?"

"Cream of seafood soup and lobster salad tonight, so."

"I want to use shrimp. I will do the same as the original salad, and replace it with chicken. Change the seafood soup to cabbage and pumpkin soup." Alphonse went into his small kitchen and took a few bottles of condiments, "Ambassador Edward's I'll handle the dishes by myself, and I'll leave the restaurant to you guys, and they'll all serve me some dim sum, so don't mess it up."

In the embassy at this time, Edward walked into the study alone.After taking off his coat and gloves, he let out a long sigh of relief. His tense nerves and body were finally able to relax for a while.

The previous meeting with Franz made him know at least three things.

The first is that the young Emperor Franz of Austria was not peace-loving.

Prussia has become a thorn in his side, and the war between the two countries against Prussia is inevitable.The main reason is nothing more than the Danish war two years ago, and the incomplete division of the Danish land led to a series of subsequent problems.

The second is the attitude of the Austrians to the war.

The war is inevitable, and the whole country is quite confident that it will win the war.This confidence is not groundless, because Edward's immediate boss, Napoleon III also felt that the war was a one-sided victory for Austria.

The third is medical care.

Although medical capabilities seem out of place in the relationship between the two countries, Edward is a person who has been on the battlefield and knows how superb surgical capabilities will bring changes to the war.

The French Empire has just defeated Austria, and the army must be stronger.But what Edward couldn't believe was that Austrian surgery had developed to the point of crushing France.There may be no way to see the real curative effect of breast cancer surgery, but cesarean section with a 100% success rate is different.

Caesarean section can keep newborn babies and women of childbearing age, which is the foundation of the country.

Edward was troubled by the thought of France falling behind.

He unbuttoned his bow tie and shirt, briefly organized his thoughts, then took out the pen and paper beside the table, and began to write a letter that could be sent directly to the emperor's palm.If nothing else, Nahuang will definitely make his own decision after receiving the letter. 【1】

Which side France will help, or continue to sit on the sidelines according to the results of the discussion with Bismarck last year.

Edward is only an ambassador, and all he can do is to state what he has seen, heard, and thought to Nahuang, and finally give his own point of view.As for the final decision, it has nothing to do with him.
It is irrelevant, but once the war breaks out, the attitude of France determines whether Edward will stay or not.As the French ambassador in Vienna, how could it be possible to protect himself wisely in the turmoil of national relations.

Only one step at a time.

dong dong dong~
"Please come in."

The door was gently pushed open: "Mr. Edward, Dr. Carvey has agreed to the banquet."

"Very good." Edward put down the pen in his hand and said, "I won't go to the countess's place. There's a strange smell in the surgical academy. Go see her for me tomorrow."

"Yes."

"Talk to Justina, and say that I will accompany her to have a good time in this city after she recovers and is discharged from the hospital."

"Yes."

"What about the restaurant? Have you taken care of it?"

"Mr. Alphonse is picking ingredients in the kitchen." The clerk had a smile on his face, "He knows your taste very well, and he chose lobster, beef, and pickled partridge for the dishes."

Edward was still writing the letter, and all he was thinking about was the concern between Fapuo, so he couldn't whet his appetite for the time being: "I asked you to check Dr. Kawi's information in the morning. How is it? Is there any result?"

"It's still under investigation, it will take some time."

"Huh?" Edward was a little strange, "I didn't ask you to dig into the history, I just want to know his resume, is it that difficult?"

"We only know that he was a doctor who just entered the hospital two months ago, and was recommended to the University of Vienna last month. Before that," the clerk hesitated, not knowing what words to choose to describe Karvey's previous life.

"What happened before?" Edward asked casually, "Which middle school did you go to?"

"He, he never went to middle school."

"Never went to middle school." Edward's thoughts hadn't turned around yet, and he didn't realize something was wrong until the study was completely quiet. "What did you say? He didn't go to middle school?"

"It's true that I haven't been there. I heard that it was just a tree feller."

"It's impossible!" Edward sat up straight, and said, "He is a baron, how can a baron heir never go to middle school. Besides, how can he go to university without going to middle school?"

"It seems to be the school recommended by Dean Waterman."

"He never went to school. Does he know Latin?"

"Seems to be doing pretty well."

"He knows French?"

"The conversation I had with him just now was in French. I have to say that Dr. Carvey has a decent manner and is also very fluent in French."

If the person standing in front of him was not his confidant, Edward couldn't even believe his ears: "This is too strange, is he a genius?"

At this point, he finally understood what Franz said before.

Carvey may be a genius, a medical genius in the true sense.

Surprised by surprise, several thoughts flashed through Edward's mind, he pondered for a moment, and immediately ordered: "Don't let Alphonse go, the dinner will be held at the embassy, ​​and I will entertain him here."

"This is the embassy, ​​Mr. Edward." The clerk was a little worried, "According to the previous plan, this should be the last step in getting to know Dr. Carvey."

"I changed my mind." Edward immediately pushed aside the half-written letter paper in front of him, and took a new one from the side, "Such a powerful young man is exactly what France needs. I have to realize the important Hold him in the palm of your hand before sex!"

"Okay, I'm going to find Alphonse now."

"By the way, what is the name of the surgeon invited by Marshal McMahon?"

"Alfred Virpeo."

Edward immediately wrote down his name on the first line of the letter: "I hope my hard work will pay off."

"You really worked too hard." The clerk said politely, turned around and glanced at the closed door, and then walked slowly towards Edward's desk, "Why don't you go out to relax at night?"

"you mean"

The clerk nodded: "As long as you tell me, I will go there myself, and I can prepare for you anytime, anywhere."

Edward wanted to say no, he was really tired today.But the body is like an addiction, and it really can't stand the desire to be aroused by others.Once this kind of thought comes up, it will be like a cat's paw scratching, making him unable to calm down at all: "If you follow the procedure, the dinner should be over before ten o'clock."

"Definitely enough time, get there at 10:30 and come back at [-] am"

Listening to the plan he said casually, Edward seemed to be unable to catch any flaws: "Okay, let's go again."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Kavi, who just got out of the car, stood in front of the Roshshuart restaurant in a daze.

The so-called "see or leave" did not allow him to meet Edward and the clerk. Instead, he was greeted by another familiar open carriage.The change of things was beyond his expectation, and even more unexpected were the other guests at the same table.

In addition to several senior French officials in the embassy, ​​there are also the Imperial Foreign Minister Karl and Edinson who has not waited to see Carvey.

Carvey came forward to shake hands one by one. As the first assistant of the radical mastectomy, he became the main character on the dinner table.

"Let's serve the food first, let's chat while eating." Edward waved to the servant, "Come and taste the craftsmanship of the French chef who has worked in the palace for more than ten years. He is much better than the two chefs I brought to Vienna. gone."

Carvey thought of Alphonse as soon as he heard it, and then looked up at the door, only to see the fat French cook wearing a tall hat, pushing the dining cart and walking slowly towards the dining table.

"Thanks to the rich ingredients in the embassy, ​​today I chose a set of dishes that was once the favorite of the Sun King Louis XIV. First of all, the first dish: Queen's soup, made with a mixture of fine partridge meat and pheasant meat stuffing Meatballs, drizzled in butter, simmered and simmered in a thick soup."

(End of this chapter)