Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 204 201. Luxury lineup
Two days later.

To be exact, 38 hours later, at 5:12 am on May 7, Edward lay on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.In front of me is the bedroom that I have lived in for many years, without too many luxurious decorations, and the spring sunshine is scattered on the ground wantonly through the stained glass.

He cut off the next two hours of sleep time when he came back to the cage. Ji Ling got up from the bed, quickly put on his slippers, wrapped his robe, opened the door in a hurry, and shouted to the empty corridor: "Faruk! Farouk gram!!!"

After shouting three times, a door in the distance was opened, and a middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper walked out quickly.

While arranging his bow tie shirt, he walked towards Edward's room: "Sir, you got up a little early today. The kitchen should still be making breakfast. It's your favorite omelette and smoked salmon, as well."

Edward had no idea about breakfast, and interrupted: "Is that guy dead?"

The housekeeper didn't react at first, and after a while, he replied: "The clerk and your surgical consultant are watching there, and you will be notified as soon as there is a result."

"That's why he's not dead yet." Edward was a little displeased, "It's been two days since the surgery, and it was agreed that he wouldn't be able to last for a few days, so why isn't he dead yet???"

The butler didn't have a good way to comfort him, so he could only casually say, "Maybe he'll die soon, maybe today."

Edward sighed, "Forget it."

"Why don't you go back to the house and sleep for a while, breakfast will still be served on the dining table according to the previous rules."

"Well, no need." Edward shook his head, "I can't sleep anymore."

"Then I'll send you directly into the house when I'm done."

"I don't have much appetite, so don't give it away." Edward's face was very ugly, and he went back to the room and closed the door.

At five o'clock in the afternoon two days ago, after the operation was successful, he followed the public opinion and released Fernan.It's not because he is so kind, nor is it because he wants to repay kindness, but because he wants him to die of complications after surgery.

According to what Carvey said before, Fernan couldn't survive for three days.Even if he survived the surgical complications, there would definitely be postoperative infection from so many incisions in his abdomen.The bigger the incision, the more serious the infection, and the whole operation was performed outdoors, and Fernan's health was not good, so death should be inevitable.

Edward no longer believed in Carvey's nonsense, but he could still listen to the words of his own medical consultant.

According to his understanding of surgery and years of experience in clinical operations, the conclusion is actually not much different from what Carvey said.

This operation took a long time, the scope was large, and there were many damaged tissues, which would definitely bring a lot of surgical complications.Including but not limited to gastrointestinal obstruction, intra-abdominal hemorrhage, gastrointestinal rebleeding, gastrointestinal fistula, body fluid disturbance, the possibility of survival is basically zero.

And the incision on Fernan's stomach will definitely ulcerate, and it will be very serious ulceration.Not surprisingly, there will be redness and swelling around the incision on the second day after the operation, fluid will appear from the incision on the third day, and the line will collapse on the fourth and fifth day.

After a week at the latest, the incision will inevitably flow out thick juice, and the entire abdominal cavity will rot into a trash can for restaurants to throw away kitchen waste.

Edward believed it, it can be said that he believed it firmly.

He doesn't understand medicine, he doesn't understand Carvey's operation, but he understands surgery.Surgical operations in Paris, France often result in incision ulceration, and it would be good if half of the patients survived, let alone such a large incision.

At the same time, he also prefers this torture-like punishment method, which can be regarded as revenge.

So Edward gave up the execution in the square, and left everything to the surgical complications and miasma, hoping that they would end Fernand's life quickly.Then he could confidently call several journalists from well-known newspapers in Vienna and write down the whole story, adding drama to himself and adding a touch of legend.

But not long after making the decision, a feeling of uneasiness that came out of nowhere slowly crept into his mind.

Uneasy, worried, anxious, despite the reassurance given by the medical consultant, Carvey, and many other surgeons, Lovely Edward was still afraid of something unexpected.As for why, he couldn't say.

This feeling did not dissipate over time, but slowly eroded all his daily thinking activities like a gangrene.

Edward had a hard time, but the antidote called death did not come to him by telegram or message as medically expected.It just wandered around Fernan's bed, and immediately drifted away from the condemned prisoner.

On the afternoon of May 5, Fernan's incision appeared red and swollen, and his body temperature rose. However, on the morning of May 12, although the incision was still red and swollen, his body temperature dropped.By the afternoon of the same day, the redness and swelling of the incision had also subsided a little, and there was no sign of further development.

On May 5, some of Fernand's incisions still had some residual infection, but most of them had begun to close.The postoperative complications that had been exaggerated before did not appear, and he was even able to ask for non-liquid food, and his requirements for the environment in the ward were getting higher and higher.

On May 5, all the signs of infection on Fernan's incision disappeared, there was no redness, swelling, festering fluid, let alone a broken line.According to the medical consultant who went to the detention center of the police station, Fernan even asked about the details of stitches removal.
On May 5, Edward couldn't sit still any longer.

After he learned about Fernan's latest physical condition, the first thing he thought of was Carvey. It was this guy who pushed himself into this deep pit, and he had to ask him for an explanation.And just as he left the embassy and was about to board the carriage, a copy of the Vienna Morning Post appeared in the driver's hand.

"What's the news today?"

Edward has not had breakfast for 6 consecutive days, and he has not read the morning paper for 6 consecutive days, so asking questions has become a must every day.The coachman knew what he was most taboo about, so he hid the newspaper behind his back and prevaricated with a smile: "There is no news worth reading."

If the newspapers were not hidden, perhaps Edward would not have asked.

But now it is obvious that there is no silver 300 taels here, and the fake smile makes Edward always feel that something is wrong, and he wants to read the news published in the newspaper more and more: "Bring it to me."

"Mr. Ambassador, don't read it, it's really not a big deal." The coachman hurriedly searched for some irrelevant news, and said, "It's nothing more than the success of yesterday's opera, and Laszlo opened a new steel factory by the Danube River. "

"let me see!"

Edward was too lazy to listen, and stretched out his hand directly.

The coachman sighed, turned around reluctantly, took down the newspaper and handed it to him.Although remedial measures were also taken, the page of the front headline was turned in.But for Edward, this kind of trick has no meaning.

When he turned to the headline page, the most worrying thing happened.

"What's the point?!" Looking at the headline of the morning newspaper in his hand, Edward felt as if his heart had been severely clamped by a vascular clamp, and he felt extremely uncomfortable. "He is a death row prisoner! Why should he accept an exclusive interview with a reporter from the Vienna Daily News?"

"I heard it was because the operation broke several Austrian surgical records, and I couldn't interview the chief surgeon, so I had to interview the patient." The coachman smiled awkwardly in front of the car door and said, "It's really nothing, it's just that the newspaper and the media are boring."

"Why don't you come to me when you're bored???"

What Edward really cares about is not that Fernand was interviewed, but that he himself did not accept the interview: "I am the host of the surgery plaza, and the surgery can only be shown in front of everyone with my consent. I am the leader of the whole surgery." !"

The coachman had nothing to say, so he had to help him close the door, climbed into the front room, pulled up the reins, and prepared to drive to the Municipal General Hospital.

Edward talked to himself frantically along the way, and his helplessness, anxiety, and depression were all reflected in these sentences of complaints.It is a pity that in the eyes of others, at least in the eyes of Varela and Greg, Carvey has always been the leader of the operation, and the host will always be a marginal figure who is dispensable.

The morning newspaper headlines did not end Edward's bad luck, and like several reporters, he did not find Carvey at the Municipal General Hospital.Ignatz, Hermann, Damirgon, and Bergett all said they had never seen him, and they knew nothing about his whereabouts.

Then Edward went to Carvey's residence again, but was rejected.

I went to the military doctor's office where the Hofburg Palace was located, but I didn't get the door closed, but I still couldn't find Carvey.

Until 12 o'clock, when Edward came to the police station, he couldn't find any news about Carvey.The disappearance of Kavey did not make him feel too embarrassed. What really broke his defense was Fernan's physical condition.

"Isn't this Mr. Ambassador?"

At this time, Fernan was still being held in the detention center. He lived in a single room with everything he needed to eat, drink, and sleep.When he saw Edward, he was getting up from the bed and wanted to go to the pit next to the bed to solve his urgent problem: "What wind brought you here?"

Edward was completely annoyed, and turned to stare at his consultant: "Is this the postoperative complication you mentioned?"

"This"

"Is this what you call postoperative incision ulceration?"

"Neither do I"

"Food waste from restaurants?"

"I really"

"How do you explain that?"

"Ugh"

The adviser's misjudgment disgraced a spokesman for the emperor and disgraced France.Edward really wanted to remove him, but there were very few surgeons who were willing to spend time with ambassadors abroad. After removing him, it would be difficult to find a replacement in a short time.

After thinking about it, he could only hold back his breath.

"Mr. Ambassador, didn't you think of coming to see me because you saw the headlines in the newspaper?"

"Recalling that I let you go, I still don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing."

"Sometimes, I still think, if I had killed you at the beginning, would I not have been arrested?"

"Forget it, forget it, it's meaningless. Mr. Ambassador? Are you still listening, Mr. Ambassador? Mr. Ambassador."

Facing Fernand's sneer, Edward pulled his consultant aside and asked, "How is his physical condition now?"

"Very good."

It was the first time for the consultant to describe a patient's gradual recovery of health with complicated emotions: "The incision has been closed in a large area, the surrounding redness has subsided, and he looks very energetic."

"What about complications? You said he would die of complications!"

"I just gave a rough judgment." The consultant defended, "There are always various situations in medicine. There are bad ones, and there are definitely good ones."

"You think that's a good thing?"

"No, no, no, he is a death row prisoner, so it can't be considered a good thing!"

Edward released his hand, pushed him against the wall, and warned, "I need a detailed medical evaluation of his health to prove this guy's physical condition. It will be on my desk before this evening." , or else you go straight back to Paris by train."

Just as Edward was furious at the police station, Carvey showed up at the manor of Old Marshal Ludwig with his own surgical tools.

According to the original agreement, Carvey needs to solve the root cause of the old marshal's back pain.

According to Ludwig's request, the operation must be performed in his bedroom, and the number of surgical teams should not exceed 5, preferably 4, and all of them need to have certain qualifications.As far as the old marshal is concerned, having certain qualifications is equivalent to being a chief physician.

So Carvey left out Herman, Damirgang and Bergett, and even Amor did not appear on the list of today's surgery team.

Instead, there is a luxurious lineup that no one has ever seen, with Watman as the first aid, Olgi as the second aid and Massimov as the third aid.

According to common sense, it is almost impossible for a chief physician to become someone else's assistant.Because once you become an assistant, you need to lower yourself to the position of a student and call the surgeon your own teacher.Unless the chief surgeon was originally his teacher, no matter how bad it was, he had to be a senior, otherwise such an arrangement would be an insult to the chief physician.

But they were willing to be Carvey's assistants, in order to learn about spinal surgery, and it was Carvey's first self-created surgery.

In addition to the above three, there is also Hills among them.He is mainly responsible for the work of the equipment nurse and anesthetist, mainly monitoring heart rate and blood pressure, and changing the dose of medicine in the infusion bottle according to Carvey's instructions.

Although Hills lacked some ability, Ludwig allowed Ludwig to enter the bedroom because of Olgi's guarantee, and Kavi and him were considered "students from the same school".

"Old Marshal, the operation plan is like this. The operation time will not be too long, just a drowsy sleep." Carvey drew a sketch for him and briefly explained the operation process, "What do you think?"

"I think to be honest, it's beyond my cognition." Ludwig looked at the sketch and was stunned for a long time, "But since I entrusted the operation to you and there are so many chief physicians around, I can't possibly question your work."

"Thank you for the old marshal's trust." Carvey smiled, "In this case, it's not too early, why don't we start now."

(End of this chapter)