Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 20 20.120 crowns
After thousands of years of pioneering and innovating, the Vienna Municipal General Hospital [1], built in the Renaissance, finally helped Austria's medical strength to occupy a place in Europe.The three major wards can accommodate nearly 2000 beds in total, of which internal medicine occupies two, and surgery and obstetrics share the remaining one.

Ignatz's independent autopsy room is in the corner of the northwest corner of the ward.

It was not far from the surgical ward, and in terms of facilities alone, it was a very ordinary room.In order to meet the sufficient light in the anatomy room, four or five oil lamps were hung on the wall, only one set of tables and chairs was used to place anatomy books and notes, and the rest were empty flat carts.

The dead pig carcasses just used up yesterday have been cleaned up, but due to insufficient ventilation, there will always be a strange smell of corpse odor and spices counteracting each other.It's light and not heavy, but getting into the nose from time to time makes people uncomfortable.

Now because of a fresh female corpse that just arrived, three doctors, three interns and ward assistants in the surgical ward gathered here.

In addition, there is Inspector Werther who escorted the corpse.

The last time Carvey saw him was on the afternoon of the 25th. The two had an exchange on the cause of the girl's death on the bed. The frankness of the exchange left a deep impression on each other.

At that time, Werther was like a hyena looking for food everywhere. When he caught Kavi, he just chewed and chewed.But after less than 40 hours, the whole thing seemed to disappear, and his crispy bone suddenly tasted bad.

"Murder" became "accidental", and the cause of death on the card was clear, indicating that the case had been finalized.

However, the inspector, who looked like a suspect to everyone, now has no hostility, no helplessness and unwillingness in his eyes, only the fatigue after staying up all night, and a little surprise at the change of Kawei's identity.And this kind of accident seemed insignificant, and he didn't let him look at Carvey more, and didn't let him ask Ignatz beside him.

Everything seemed unnatural.

The police station judged the case bravely, and the answer was revealed in less than two days, giving people an illusion that the whole world is healthy and peaceful.

For Carvey, the former suspect, there is nothing wrong with catching the real culprit and bringing peace to the world.It's just that he still needs to confirm whether it is his landlord Andre who was lying on the bank of the Danube last night as a dotted river bank.

Taking advantage of the gap between their chats, Carvey stepped up and interjected: "Is this Miss Rosa who lives next door to me?"

"Yes, for the case closed last night, I asked Musil, the forensic doctor of the police station, to complete the application for donating the corpse as soon as possible." Ignatz couldn't help but praise himself, "At this time , to have a complete body is simply a timely gift, this trip to the police station is too worthwhile."

Werther understood what he meant, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to really bring this kid to the hospital."

"Inspector, didn't you read today's newspaper?" Ignaz was quite proud of his insight, "The subtitle on the front page is: The best surgeon in Austria should have the best assistant. Those journalists were exaggerating, but I have to say that yesterday's operation was very successful."

Werther had been busy all night, his mind was a little dazed, and he couldn't believe his ears.

He always thought that Carvey was just an insignificant worker, even if he was lucky enough to be spotted by Ignatz, he would come to the hospital to do odd jobs.With his identity, how could he be published in the largest newspaper in Vienna together with those nobles and celebrities.

But combined with the question and answer on the anatomy, this result is understandable, but there is a sense of disobedience everywhere.

Carvey's identity changed three times in two days, from a garden trimmer to a candidate for the Academy of Fine Arts, and then to a surgical assistant. It was so strange that he didn't look like a normal person.In addition, the bizarre murders have been circulating on Basinger Street in the past few days. In normal times, such people would have been sent to prison and waited to eat.
He glanced back at Carvey, and suddenly said: "Basinger Street has not been peaceful recently, and Mr. Carvey should be more careful."

"Is everything in the newspaper true?"

"What is true?"

"Our landlord in Building 73."

"You mean Mr. André Edmund?"

"Correct."

"I'm so busy that I don't have time to read the newspaper or even eat breakfast," Witt explained. "I only know that the police station received a report at 11 o'clock last night. When we arrived at the scene, we found him lying face down on the river bank. , the whole body is soaked, and there is a big dent in the head here. The identity is not difficult to identify, it is your landlord."

Carvey looked at the back of his pointing head and continued to ask, "Has the murderer been found?"

"Murderer?" Werther was silent for a moment and shook his head. "There is no murderer. The case has been settled. He fell into the water and drowned. The hole on the head must have slipped and fell accidentally before falling into the water. The others are just Can wait for Musil's report."

The inspector made another posture of falling backwards, simulating the so-called "slipping" process.

Now that the police have finalized the case, it is not appropriate to ask some questions, and it will be troublesome to ask too many questions.

And as a tenant, and having friction with Andre over the rent, Carvey had to be sympathetic.But this kind of sympathy should not be too exaggerated, it must be restrained and revealed slowly.

However, before Carvey finished brewing, the sad mood was just in the middle, and Ignaz who was beside him suddenly jumped out: "What? You still have a settled corpse over there? Hurry up and pull it over, money is indispensable for you !"

"Musil hasn't finished writing the report yet." Werther yawned, "I guess I can finish it after lunch."

For Ignatz, when there are not enough dead bodies, the more the better: "Karvey, no, this afternoon, now, now you go to the police station immediately and get this matter done for me!"

"I?"

"You are an assistant, this is your job."

Ignaz took out his wallet, drew three 3-kroner notes and handed them over: "Find Musil, give him the money, and then bring the body back, don't let others snatch it! Oh yes Yes! There are also travel expenses, 20 kroner money for the carriage, take them together."

This is probably the so-called assistant job. It is true that Carvey has not run errands for many years.

He was more interested in Ignatz's autopsy than the whole story of the case.Rosa's body was probably used to prepare for the mother with an abnormal fetal position. Judging from the gestational age and fetal position, the operation may not escape, so Ignatz seems so nervous these days.

After all, the success rate of cesarean section is very low. There was just one failed case a few days ago. Now it is a great improvement to have one more corpse to prepare.As long as this operation is successful, he will be the main character on the front page of the Vienna daily.

In fact, losing the opportunity to participate in the autopsy is not a loss at all for Kawei.The incision and process of cesarean section are fixed. Even if you have never been an obstetrician, even if the incision in this era [2] is different from modern times, based on Kavey’s experience in surgery, the operation itself is not difficult.

But he still has two shortcomings from the orthodox obstetrician.

One is that I haven’t really picked up a baby in the womb, and I haven’t dealt with newborn problems, so I still need to get acquainted with the touch.The second is that he has not dealt with uterine atony and hemorrhage, and Kavey lacks the judgment accumulated by a large amount of obstetrical clinical experience.

Forget it, at least Andre is really dead, Rosa is set to be an accident again, and the matter of the man in black and the rent has been resolved.

Carvey comforted himself and hurriedly left the dissection room.

There is a long corridor from the anatomy room to the gate of the third ward, along which you can see several wards on the west side.Two of them are surgical wards under the direct jurisdiction of Ignatz, and the remaining two are obstetrical wards managed by obstetricians and gynecologists.

Labor is a hell, but before labor, the mother's body is basically healthy.Therefore, compared with the mourning surgery, the obstetrics department is obviously much more lively.

But today seems to be a little too lively.

"What kind of hospital do you live in? Come home with me!" Before reaching the door of the ward, Carvey heard the voice of a man who was not very kind, "It costs so much money to live in a month, and I have no money! There are still a lot of work at home. What to do, hurry up!"

The man's stature is not tall, but the stubbornness of his body that never suffers in any situation makes people dare not approach him, giving people a feeling that once he is entangled, he will never want to get away.

In contrast, the obstetrician on duty is much more refined.As soon as he stepped forward to block the way, before he could speak reason, he was punched firmly in the face by the other party: "Fuck off! You can take advantage of these women, but you want to take advantage of my wife? There is no way!"

After speaking, he forcefully pulled a woman with a protruding belly out of bed, and walked all the way to the door.

Kavey didn't want to stop him at first. Whoever stops this kind of person will be unlucky. When the time comes, he will not only take him away, but also splash dirty water everywhere, and he might lose the job he just got.But when he saw the pregnant woman, he still couldn't hold back for a while:

"Where is this going?"

"none of your business!"

Carvey kept a distance from him, at least to ensure his own safety: "She needs an operation, and giving birth at home will definitely kill someone."

The man glanced at his wife behind him, without the slightest sign of pity: "She is my wife, and I have the final say on where she will give birth. I said go home and go home. If it doesn't happen, I will find another one."

This is not a human language at all, it is no different from an animal.

But in the 60s, in this civilian hospital, it was a very normal thing [3].Because more direct domestic violence was legal not long ago, and restricting the freedom of movement of wives has not been written into the newly promulgated "Personal Safety Law".

When encountering this kind of situation, nothing is easy to use, and the best thing to use is money.

Since he has a problem with the bed fee of less than 2 crowns per month, let him satisfy him: "Your wife is due to give birth in less than 20 days, and I will pay the bed fee before then."

The man saw that it was a krona coin and reached out to take it.Just when the coin was about to follow the new owner to the gaming table, it was suddenly cut off by a third party: "Isn't this your fare to the police station? Why did you give it so casually?"

"who are you?"

To deal with this kind of person, Werther needs to have a lot of experience, and he doesn't need to declare his family background. He can do it with a simple sentence: "Hey, I just stole someone's jewelry a few days ago, and I ran out of money in a blink of an eye?"

"Steal? Where did I steal jewelry? Did you recognize the wrong person?"

"The detective now suspects that you are related to a jewelry theft case." Werther didn't want to talk nonsense, opened his mouth and yawned again, put his hand on his shoulder, and continued, "Leave the women alone, here will help you Yes. As for you, come, come, and follow me to the bureau to explain."

The man is not stupid. He knew that he had kicked the iron board, so he could only confess: "Forget it, forget it, I'm unlucky."

"You know what's wrong?"

"understood."

"For a person like you, you can leave as many records as you want. Be more careful in the future." Werther kicked him on the backside, "Get out!"

This small turmoil was quickly subsided.

After the man left, the woman still had no money, so Kavina didn't keep 1 kroner, but helped to pay the bed fee in advance.

Witte didn't expect Carvey to do this, and his previous impression of him changed greatly: "You are so generous."

"It's okay, it's Mr. Ignatz's money anyway." Carvey didn't feel bad at all, and said with a smile, "Inspector Witt is going back to the police station, right? Since you're on the way, take me for a while, anyway, the police station's carriage There are four seats, and they are empty."

　I just took off my big white suit at 11 o’clock. Look at how hard I work~~ I always choose the former between quality and quantity. The situation in Shanghai is a bit troublesome. The latest update is random.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)