Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 329 325. Some Bombs Can't Be Exploded

Safit was the first reporter to enter the preparation room, and he was also the most curious about the changes in Carvey's treatment plan.

During the time after he returned to the ward after the blood transfusion, apart from firmly suppressing the bleeding point on his elbow and eating the lunch brought by the surgical assistant, he was always thinking about how to write what happened today In news reports.

After these changes, the whole thing has become much more mediocre. Once the news becomes mediocre, mainstream newspapers and those tabloids that focus on dirty routines at the bottom will become the mainstream sales on the street. The sales of newspapers like "Paris Review" One can imagine.

From the original intention, he didn't want to mess around, which violated the professionalism of journalists.

So in the auditorium of the theater of surgery, a tangled Safit tried the other people's words, hoping to see their opinions.

In fact, after many doctors agreed with Carvey's views and practices, he somewhat gave up.After exchanging opinions with those colleagues, Safit finally realized that this might not be a good idea.

Until he left the main palace hospital, he overheard a passage on the street corner【1】

The target was the reporter who went to the blood transfusion with him just now, and worked at the Figaro newspaper, while the other covered his mouth and nose with a scarf, so that he couldn't see his face clearly.But judging from the content of the conversation between the two, the other party should be a doctor from the main palace hospital, and he was in the preparation room just now.

Saffite thought that his imagination was already very rich, but who knew that the reality was richer, and the other party's operation completely exceeded everyone's expectations.

The conversation between the two was very short and ended in less than 3 minutes. He listened on the street corner for 3 minutes and shook his hands for 3 minutes.This is not because of how cold it is in late autumn in Paris, but because of excitement, an excitement that has grasped the straw of fate.

This is not a medical problem, it is fundamentally unethical and despised behavior.

Moreover, it involves the chief physician of the largest hospital in Paris, as well as the recently popular Austrian surgeon. No matter what angle you use to write, you can create a shocking thunder, and you don't have to worry about not being able to think of words.

This is the only way news can be interesting, and only in this way can newspapers be sold. Safit seems to have found the joy of being a reporter again.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, after watching the dull hernia operation and listening to the medical terminology all afternoon, Safit finally returned to the newspaper office.Along with him back to the newspaper office was a notebook recording the whole process, and a corresponding huge plan.

"Editor, I must get your permission."

He has never been so polite to this fat middle-aged man, but today is different, his articles need to pass him before they can be published in the newspaper.Saffite carefully stuffed the note with the outline of the story into his hand, and at the same time lit the cigarette he just held in his hand, and the words were flattering inside and out:

"I can assure you that tomorrow's Paris Review will be the second Figaro no, no, we sell it much cheaper than Figaro, tomorrow must belong to Paris Review!"

The editor, Joskin, was his old boss. He knew how important this person was, and he didn't take this note to heart from the very beginning.

So when he unfolded the note, he was only slightly surprised, but quickly regained his composure: "You've been talking about it for a long time because of this?"

Safit didn't expect the other party to react like this: "You, look carefully, it's Kavi, the director of obstetrics at the Main Palace Hospital, call, call."

"Hujill Jean Burns." The editor snorted softly, "I'm not as casual as you. I know the staffing of the Main Palace Hospital much better than you, especially the obstetrics department. This Hujill graduated from somewhere, I know how many surgeries I have had, how many friends I have, and how many 'enemies' I have had."

"Isn't this an excellent news material?"

Joskin raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at his subordinates like a fool: "Aren't you joking with me, are you sure you want to write this in tomorrow's newspaper?"

Safit knew that the other party was still angry at a report he had written scribbled after drinking last week, so he quickly explained: "These are all true, I heard the news with my own ears. The other party is Professor Hujill's subordinate, and I myself They even went into the preparation room to draw blood, these."

"It has nothing to do with whether it's true or not."

Joskin sighed, put the note into the lampshade, lit it and threw it into the ashtray.He looked at the paper ashes curled up after being quickly swallowed by the flames, touched his stomach and said, "Some shells can't be exploded, at least not yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt that this sentence was not enough to describe the current situation, so he changed his words: "No, it should not be stuffed into the barrel of the gun at all, it should stay quietly in the wooden box. Incorrect."

Safit understood it: "What are you worried about?"

"The situation is not clear." Joss Jin cherished his words like gold, unwilling to say more, "Let's change the title, this article cannot be published."

"Even if we don't publish it, Le Figaro will definitely publish it. Why don't we follow them and post it together, there will be no problem!" Saffit was very confident, and walked two steps forward to the editor, okay Yan persuaded, "Recently our sales have dropped again, and we can't compare to those messy tabloids. We can't go on like this!"

However, Joskin didn't respond to these words, and just shook his head vigorously: "It is true that Figaro can be published, but believe me, it is impossible for them to publish it under the current situation."

"It doesn't make sense, it really doesn't make sense!"

"If you send it, I'll give you 40 francs." Joskin took out a banknote from his pocket, put it on the table, and handed it to him, "I'll give you the 20 first. , the media has reached this point, it is not a good thing to go viral."

For people like Safit, the money is hot in his arms: "Give it to me after I win."

After speaking, he slammed the door and left the editor's office.

The Paris Review is very moderate. When reporting news, it also tries to be objective and does not express sharp opinions. It seems to follow the trend.Although the title is a bit bold, people who have read it for a long time also know what the content is like, so they don't buy it.

Compared with those newspapers that follow the bottom line of the masses, it is easy to attract attention.

All kinds of pornographic news are the backbone, interspersed with some noble scandals as branches and leaves, it is best to add a little surprise news from abroad to add more embellishments, and it will make an excellent news feast.The main thing is to make up and make up. Even if some of them are real people, they have to be embellished.

Why can small newspapers make money by writing scribbles, but he can't if he wants to really uncover a scandal?

Safit's mind was full of "unfairness", and he finished the manuscript and went home in a daze.

"You're back. Do you remember what happened tomorrow night?" His wife was setting the knife and fork for dinner. "It's agreed to be at four o'clock in the afternoon. Don't come back late because of some gossip."

Saffite had long forgotten about it, sat on the table and grabbed the bread before putting it in his mouth: "Huh? What's the matter?"

"You, what did you say?!" His wife stopped in mid-air, staring at him blankly, "Did you forget?"

After living together for so many years, Safit could hear the change in her tone and realize that something was wrong.But the more anxious the brain, the more stupid, it seems that this matter was discussed yesterday, but he just couldn't remember it: "I, I really have a lot of work pressure recently, I really can't remember it."

"Are you stressed at work?"

The wife threw down the spoon in her hand, untied the apron, and her voice was like boiling hot water: "I get up at four o'clock in the morning to work as a milkman, and I go to wash clothes for Mrs. Ramos at eight o'clock. I have to go to the tailor shop to help, just to subsidize some money for the family!"

"Okay, okay, I was wrong, I"

The woman's mood is like a haystack on fire, and she can't stop: "What are you doing all this time? I'm just sitting in that newspaper and writing some shabby articles. The monthly salary is only 80 francs, and I talk all the time. You are the most tired, I am not tired at all, I have to go home to get you food, I am not tired!!!"

"I'm just a reporter, 80 francs is not bad."

"Reporter, why did the reporter I met before have 260 francs?"

"That's from the Figaro newspaper." Mentioning this Safitel couldn't help it, "I owe you? Or did I treat you wrong? Did I go out to drink and gamble? Or did I find another woman?"

"Yes, yes, you are right, I was wrong, okay!"

"That's all the money, what do you want me to do?"

"Just ask me what to do, are you a man???"

"I"

For Safit, this process of complaining to each other is too familiar. It is an ordinary scene where couples quarrel, and the initiator is nothing more than a word of money.

Before, he had no choice but to go out and sulk, and then go home and reconcile with his wife when he was really tired. After all, life still has to live.But it's different now. In fact, he has always held an opportunity in his hand, a chance to turn around.

Safit, who left the house again to calm down alone, stared blankly at the sun that had almost completely set: "I remembered, I accompanied her to do hypnotherapy for infertility, my brain."

He clenched his fists and slammed his forehead a few times, and when the pain was so painful that he didn't dare to use any more force, he spread his legs and ran quickly to the newspaper office.

Carvey's operation will naturally be reported. Although the cesarean section was stillborn, the hernia operation was completed beautifully.

For a while, there was another wave of Kavey on the streets of Paris. Cedieu and Hujier became his foils, and even the former emperor of surgery seemed to be overshadowed by his light.It seems that if the surgery in this world wants to develop, it must be led by Kawei, otherwise it is bound to fail. 【2】

"I'm not interested in newspapers."

It was rare for Carvey to go to the restaurant for breakfast early in the morning. He shook his head at the newspaper delivered to him, and raised his hand to take the dinner plate: "Not to mention the fact that the reports in it are not true, there is no nutrition at all, it is just a waste of time."

Walking beside him is Shanwang. Compared with the three old assistants, the reaction to Kavey around him makes him feel very fresh: "Not all of them are boasting, and some of them are also skeptical."【3】

Carvey sighed, picked a slice of ham, bread and a fried egg, and forcibly pulled the topic away: "How is the recovery from yesterday's hernia surgery?"

"Oh, very good, the anatomical position is basically clear."

"Well, remember the level of anatomy, and when you have a chance, let Professor Cedieu take you to the dissection room." Carvey put the bread into his mouth, looked out the window, and continued, "I don't have any activities today. I will stay here every day, and I may go to the university library, so please leave a message if you have anything to do."

"Ok."

"By the way." Carvey beckoned to the waiter not far away, and asked after calling the person, "Is there a message from me in the hotel yesterday?"

"Leave a message?" The waiter smiled, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Carvey, I didn't pay attention, probably not."

"Oh, forget it."

Carvey quickly ate the food in his hand, and today he was going to sort out the blood transfusion and cesarean section, as well as prepare for the speech of the Physician Association.This time it's not like a university, there must be more dry goods, and it's not easy to determine the content for the time being.

There is already one candidate, and that is the placenta previa yd delivery just experienced yesterday.

After all, there are only a few people who can master cesarean section. Even if Karvey stayed in Vienna for more than half a year, there are only a few people who can do this kind of operation well.In France for a month, Carvey knew that he could not teach too much, and there were limitations of equipment and drugs, and more placenta previa still had to be delivered by yd.

The more problem with yd childbirth is still bleeding. As long as the bleeding is solved, the next step is the problem of technique.

After thinking about his work goals, Carvey wiped his lips slightly, and was about to get up and go upstairs.

At this moment, the outside of the hotel gradually became lively, and some people saw him standing up and entered the gate one after another.They also seemed to be very busy, so they went straight to the point: "Dr. Carvey, why was your cesarean section canceled yesterday? Is there something hidden in it?"

Carvey thought it was just a reporter from another newspaper, so he replied: "I told the reason to other colleagues in the theater yesterday, and there is nothing wrong with it. If you don't believe me, you can ask them."

"I heard that the mother had a dystocia, why didn't she choose a cesarean section at that time?"

"Difficult labor?" Carvey asked, "The whole labor process started at 9:7 in the morning and lasted for nearly [-] hours. This should not be considered a long time, nor should it be called a difficult labor."

A few media people didn't understand medicine, so they immediately turned their guns: "Why did the child die? Did something go wrong during the delivery?"

Carvey understands that they are not interviewing at all, but provoking trouble: "If you think there is a problem with my treatment, you can report it to the Paris Association of Surgeons. If you have any questions, you can consult Professor Hu Jill, the director of obstetrics at the Palace Hospital. If you think the content of the newspaper report If you make a mistake, go to the newspaper."

"Does Dr. Carvey feel that he has no responsibility for the whole process?"

"Could it be that you are not in charge of the delivery process?"

"It is indeed me."

"Since it's Dr. Carvey, can you explain what the newspaper said?"

Carvey was too lazy to read these, and continued to reiterate his point of view: "If you think there is something wrong with the content of the newspaper, then go to the newspaper, and don't come to me. My treatment behavior has been approved by hundreds of doctors, and the results are also in line with the patient's expectations." expected"

"No, Dr. Carvey." A reporter from an unknown newspaper pointed out, "It didn't mention the matter of the parturient, but the fetus. It said that you deliberately killed this little life."

(End of this chapter)