Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

September 1866, 9, Vienna suburbs, Central Cemetery
After entering September, the temperature in this art capital has gone down a step, gradually saying goodbye to the dry heat of summer.Whenever dusk falls into the night, the evening wind will carry the cool wind to dissipate the residual heat of the city.

It's autumn.

There is a drizzle that can wet clothes and spirits at the same time, and the first rain since autumn has chilled people's hearts.

Today is a day to honor those who have died.

St. Max's Cemetery, the second largest cemetery in Europe.The trees are covered with lush greenery, and the marble tombstones are arranged in a criss-cross pattern. There is not much sadness in the green cover, and there is only tranquility and peace.

As one of the regions with the most unique music charm in Europe, a large number of well-known musicians such as Mozart, Haydn, Beethoven, Schubert, Strauss and his sons are buried here. Now it is 1866. Laws is still alive and has been invited here.

A few pedestrians dressed in black walked slowly from a distance to an unknown melodious waltz.Every note in the ear, after the vibrating of the violin strings, expresses the delicate emotion in the creator's heart.

These people have different occupations, identities, and status, but they have one thing in common, the relatives and friends of the victims in the serial murder case more than four months ago.Today, they don't separate each other, just to present a bouquet of flowers next to the monument in the cemetery, mourning their loved ones, and expressing their condolences.

Ignatz and Alina are also impressively listed, but the purpose is not pure.

Ignaz was for Aransha, a woman from Hoinz Street, about 20 years old, who I remember was Serbian.In fact, even Alansha herself does not know where she is from. "Serbia" is a place name that her mother said, and she has never been there.

Aransha worked on Hoynz Street simply because her mother worked there too.

But who would have known that this girl with a rough life had been Ignatz's spiritual sustenance for quite a long time.

"I admit, she is a good girl." Elena had already walked out of that dark time, "just like Mr. Albert."

Elena came here for Albert von Benedeker, the eldest son of the old Field Marshal, of course.If nothing else, he is likely to shine in the upcoming Prussian-Austro-Prussian War.As long as he accumulates another ten years of military merit and Ludwig's support in the army, it is not difficult to be promoted to Marshal.

But who would have known that this imperial general who was about to become his father's successor would die inexplicably at the hands of a butcher.

The world can only sigh, no matter how strong the force is, it is no match for the cloth strips soaked in ether and the meat cleaver swung from behind.

"I also have to admit that Mr. Albert is a brave soldier. He has perfectly inherited the good character of the old marshal." The first half of Ignatz's sentence was still bragging about business, but the second half of the sentence suddenly changed, "But private life I cannot comment on that.”

Alina frowned slightly, suppressed her voice, and quickly followed beside him: "What do you mean?"

"I'm just stating a fact." Ignatz's tone softened, and all the words he could say expressed his dissatisfaction, "In those aristocratic circles who have fun all day long, this is no news for a long time, even Old Marshal Ludwig knows all about it."

"So, what do you want to express after saying so much?"

"What I want to say is" Ignatz turned his face to look at his wife, and suddenly closed his mouth, "Forget it, it's nothing."

"What do you want to express, is his attitude towards love? Or his loyalty to marriage?" Every question mark from Elena stuck deep in Ignatz's heart, "Or will he be in every meeting? Before the front line, you will find a woman to sleep well?"

Ignatz knew he would be caught by her, and smiled awkwardly against the raindrops.

"Do you think there is something between me and him." Alina said what was in his heart, "So you feel uncomfortable?"

"NO, I have not."

Alina smiled at the corner of her mouth: "Whether you have it or not, and regardless of how you feel in your heart, you don't seem to be qualified to give these evaluations."

"." Ignatz nodded, "Indeed."

Alina moved half a step to the side, opened the black umbrella in her hand, and stared at the vivid face sculptures on the monument: "Even if you did that kind of wrong thing, even if there is nothing left between you and me. After all, I am still your wife. We have long been united by God, and I am not shameless enough to betray him."

The haze of the night became even lower, and the dense drizzle floating in the air became denser and denser, covering the surface of everyone's clothes with a layer of cold water vapor like moss, which had no intention of stopping.

"Marshal." The butler stood by the wheelchair with a black umbrella, and whispered, "You just recovered from a serious illness, and you really can't stand this kind of weather."

Ludwig leaned on the cushion of the wheelchair, holding a pipe in his hand: "I want to stay a little longer."

A puff of smoke rose from his mouth, and after overflowing from the edge of the umbrella, he lay sluggishly on the surface of the umbrella, losing the courage to fly up, and let the raindrops that could not be seen clearly beat him clean: "Besides, little Strauss's violin solo can not be heard everywhere, it should be an improvisation."

The housekeeper couldn't say no to him, so he had to ask a young man behind him for help: "Doctor Carvey."

More than four months have passed since the end of the operation. During these four months, Carvey has fully experienced the old marshal's stubbornness.As long as it is what he believes, no matter how much he persuades it, it will be useless.Just like that spinal surgery, it was only possible because Ludwig nodded his head.

This kind of personality helped Carvey win the world's first intervertebral fusion surgery, but it almost cost him his life.

Spinal surgery is often accompanied by many troubles. In the 19th century when there was no postoperative guarantee, Ludwig's postoperative situation was indeed as frequent as Carvey expected.

The first is bleeding.

A large number of small bleeding points cannot be stopped by suturing, and can only be drained after surgery.During the first three days, bloody red liquid flowed out from the drainage tube from time to time, and the amount was quite a lot.The bleeding itself was not a big problem, so Kavey didn't deal with it at the time.

What really needs to be dealt with is the incision infection two days later.

The dirty air in the bedroom allowed the infection to spread rapidly, the incision was difficult to heal, and the fat liquefied. Kawei had no choice but to do a second debridement.Because the methylene blue had been injected, most of the pain sensation around the incision had been lost, making sufficient preparations for debridement.

In the past, the incision of Earl Moraso was used as an example, and later there were a large number of cases in the Municipal General Hospital to prove it, but the Marshal still refused to debride the wound.

The reason is simple and ridiculous: "I think it's pretty good."

Leaving aside the incision, his physical condition is really good, but this "goodness" is based on the use of methylene blue.After carrying it for five days, the incision was completely ruptured, the surrounding area was red and swollen, and pus appeared in the depth, and the body temperature began to rise all the way to 38 degrees.

Carvey had no choice but to come to the door again with the signed consent form, and forcibly debride Ludwig under the pretext that "all interpretation rights belong to Carvey".

The debridement was considered successful, and the bone stuffed into the vertebral body was not infected, so the subsequent recovery was not bad.But after tossing, the speed of postoperative recovery has been greatly slowed down, and the quality of recovery has also been reduced.

It has been four months since the operation. The muscle atrophy and the corresponding rehabilitation process have made the old marshal very painful. His walking ability has not fully recovered so far, and he has to rely on a wheelchair for a little distance.

"I can't do anything." Carvey smiled wryly and shook his head, "I'm afraid His Majesty Franz is standing here, and there is no way to change his decision."

"master"

The butler looked at the weak Ludwig, and bent down to wrap him tightly in the blanket, not knowing what to do.The only thing that can be done seems to have already been done according to his habits.

At this time, a soldier covered his military cap with his hand, stepped on the muddy path, and rushed towards them.

What he brought was a piece of news, a piece of news that could change the development trajectory of the entire empire.

A flash of lightning tore apart the thick dark clouds, thunder began to roll in the clouds, the drizzle was like needles, and the wind gradually picked up.The waltz in the ear stopped, and a priest began to read the memorial speech in front of him.

"Is this true?" Moraso looked down at the letter paper handed by the soldier, frowning, "It seems that the war is not far away."

Edinson was standing next to him and heard the news: "The old fox Bismarck unilaterally declared the parliament invalid. No matter how we react, it will spark this war. It's completely embarrassing."

Strictly speaking, today's Austrian Empire is also considered part of Germany and is the chairman representative of the German Confederation.

The entire German Confederation is a loose alliance with no sense of existence in the Confederation of Confederations. Whether it is obedient or not is only a superficial effort, and the secret means are the real position.

From the Middle Ages to the Holy Roman Empire, and then to the current Commonwealth, along the way, many people wanted to put this fragmented territory back together.Therefore, this war between Prussia and Austria is absolutely unavoidable, and whoever wins will be the master of Germany.

"It's been four months, and our troops have assembled." Morazo was very confident about this war. "The parliamentary vote initiated by Bavaria happened to be the fuse to solve the problem, and Prussia finally made up its mind."

"The medical committee and the military medical office are also ready." Edinson looked at Carvey, who was standing not far away, through the raindrops all over the sky and the gaps in the black umbrella: "It's hard to say about internal medicine and logistics, but at least in surgery On the one hand, we have strengths far superior to each other."

Moraso also followed his gaze: "Yes, we will not lose to any military medical team in terms of surgery."

"When does Archduke Brecht want us to gather?" Edinson asked the communications soldier.

"The war waits for no one, and the time is tonight." The soldier wiped the rainwater off his face, adjusted the brim of his hat, and said, "I will report to the Military and Political Office before 12 o'clock at the latest. We have to go to the front line tomorrow night.”

The two looked at each other.

Moraso put away the letter paper, and together with Edinson, he approached Carvey and Ignatz.Amidst the sound of the rain and the priest's prayers, they introduced the signal soldier who had ridden all the way from the Hofburg Palace, and also briefly introduced the current situation in Pu and Austria.

The content omits the scolding battle at the Frankfurt Parliament scene, and also omits some sarcasm and harsh words. It can be summed up in one sentence, Prussia has declared war.

Although the targets of the declaration of war were Hanover, Saxony, and the Electorate of Hesse-Kassel, everyone knew that the three countries were all attached to the Austrian Empire, and declaring war on them was declaring war on the Austrian Empire.

Empire must fight.

The four hurriedly left the cemetery, boarded the carriage at the gate, and rushed all the way to the military and political office.

"Yesterday, the people of Prussia were talking nonsense at the Frankfurt Parliament. If my inference is correct, it will take only two days at the earliest, and it will only take four days at the latest before the Prussian army will cross the border."

In the past four months, Morazo has not only been inspected by the medical committee, but also an out-and-out general at home. The sketch of the possible battlefield between Prussia and Austria has long been drawn by him: "Prussia Once the line is crossed, it will be followed by Italy. Although the flag of complete independence is being claimed, according to Italy's casual military style, they will have to wait until early October at the earliest."

"There is no need to worry too much about the southern front." Carvey has made a lot of comments on the logistics plan in the past four months, and he is considered half an imperial soldier. "Governor Maximilian will win."

"The trouble is the northern line."

"The Prussian armament and assembly speed is much faster than we imagined." Moraso said, "However, Marshal Brecht's commanding ability and strategic literacy are still very strong, at least in my opinion, no more than Old Mao is strange."

"Fortunately, Britain and Russia will not intervene, and France is also sitting on the sidelines."

"It doesn't matter, time is in our favor, as long as we drag on, we can win."

Kawei looked at the rainwater flying outside the carriage window. Under the agitation of the blowing north wind, they sometimes hit horizontally and sometimes poured straight, weaving a rain wall full of lines, beating on the carriage like a drum. on the canopy.The sound of the pouring rain from the sky overwhelmed everyone's voices, and the sound instantly flooded the carriage.

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