Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 34 33. "First Aid"

Half an hour ago, an overview of an unexpected case was transmitted to the communications room of the Vienna Police Station through the police booth's transmitter.

Although Werther has a headache when he thinks of the number 73, the figures of Carvey and Ignatz behind him will also appear in front of him.However, as the inspector of the eastern district of the city, he still had to arrive at the scene as soon as possible after receiving the police report.

Half an hour later, Werther got out of the carriage and stood on Basinger Street.

Behind him was a crowd of pedestrians, and on the wall of the dark red low building in front of him, the window panes reflecting the light were printed in his eyes, and his eyes were full of two words: evil door.

"Detective~"

"."

"Detective!!!"

"Ok?"

"It's getting late, let's go in quickly."

"Um"

Witte readjusted the brim and neckline of his hat, and stepped into Building 73 again four days later.

At this time, many people had gathered in the corridor, including three patrolmen on the street, his two assistants, and the accompanying camera recorder.The space was originally small, and the voices of discussions made it seem chaotic. 【1】

"Can you be quiet?" Werther maintained the order in time, stood by the door and looked into the room twice: "Haven't you ever gone in?"

"Witnesses have gone in, we haven't."

"Well, write down the detailed information of the items first, and then take pictures of the corpse and the items." Werther glanced at the layout of Room 102 again, and then asked, "Who discovered the corpse first?"

Without waiting for someone to call, 303 times squeezed past the two patrolmen at the door: "It's me, Inspector, we meet again."

Werther didn't respond to his familiarity, he just checked the door key and lock: "Tell me about the situation."

"Around nine o'clock in the morning, I went downstairs to go shopping. As soon as I came to the door of 102, I heard the sound of fighting inside." 303 said very carefully, "When I approached the door, I could hear the broken glass bottles and the table. There was the sound of chairs colliding, but it lasted for a short time and stopped soon."

"No one talking?" Werther was a little strange, "I remember you said before that the sound insulation here is very poor."

"no one."

After hearing this, Werther immediately noticed the milk bottles on the ground and the messy tables and chairs: "And then?"

"I thought it was the couple in room 102 who were arguing again, so I knocked on the door to help persuade them." 303 said, feeling a little depressed, "I have been neighbors for a year anyway, and I usually chat with each other. Their family relationship is very good”

"Alright, let's get to the point."

"The point." 303 pondered for a while, "The point is that no one opened the door."

"Can you finish it in one breath?"

"Then I continued to knock on the door, knocking very hard, but still no one opened the door. I was in a hurry and wanted to call for someone, but our building is full of workers, and I have no strength since I have gone out to work early in the morning."

303 said so emotionally, and suddenly pointed to the stairs behind him: "Fortunately, Mr. Carvey ran down at this time."

The name "Kavi" was like an electrode inserted into Witt's brain desperately to generate electricity, causing Witt to react violently: "Kavi? You mean Kawi Hines who lives upstairs in 301?"

"Yes, yes, that's him." 303 became sentimental again, "What a nice guy, he kicked open the door of Room 102 for me."

"Good guy? Why did he suddenly become a nice guy?" Werther raised his eyebrows, and looked at the old man again, "That's not what you said when the girl named Rosa in room 302 fell from the building. of."

"Uh, what, hehe." 303 smiled, "I didn't understand it at the beginning, so I said some unnecessary things, I hope Inspector Witt can help keep it secret."

Werther is not interested in the family squabbles in the neighborhood: "You kicked open the door together, and then what?"

"Then I saw this." 303 pointed to the corpse on the ground and said, "I was guarding the door of 102, and Mr. Carvey ran to find the patrolman."

Werther sighed, and turned his gaze to the room again. Room 102 was in chaos, tables and chairs were skewed aside, and food and tableware were scattered on the floor.The body was lying on the floor, its face was swollen, and there were no obvious injuries on its body except for bruises on its neck.

"Why does it look like he was strangled to death?" Werther turned his head and asked 303, "What's this man's name?"

"Oh, it's Chardon, Mr. Andre's cousin."

"He lives in Room 102?"

"No, it's not him who lives in room 102."

Werther's mind was a little confused: "What about the tenant in Room 102?"

"Oh, the couple in room 102 fainted, and Mr. Carvey has already called a carriage to take them to the hospital."

At this time, in the office of the chief of surgery in the third ward of the Municipal General Hospital, Alina was sitting at the desk flipping through her husband's autopsy notes.She has almost no knowledge of anatomy. Looking at the sketches and text sketched out in a random pen, she is thinking about the supply of corpses that Ignatz requested.

"Teacher Ignatz~" Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Elena was also waiting for Ignatz, and didn't mind that there was one more person in the office. "He's gone to the theater."

"Um, it's nothing, I am."

Alina looked at the person's face, and before the other party finished explaining, she asked again: "Are you a surgeon?"

"Yes, the new assistant in surgery."

"Oh, assistant, is your name Kavey?" Alina quickly thought of the list of newcomers, "Kavi Hines?"

"Correct."

Carvey didn't know this woman, but judging from her attitude of daring to sit on Ignatz's office chair, she could roughly judge that the other party's status was not low.He didn't dare to talk nonsense, considering his humble status, there was really no need to stay here.

Thinking of this, he was about to leave after closing the door, after all, there was still a lot of preparatory work to be done in the dissection room.

"Oh, wait! I have something to ask you."

Kavi was stopped just as he turned around, and he rarely used his honorific title when facing Alina: "Ma'am, what are your orders?"

"I came to the surgery department early in the morning, and went around the ward specially, but I didn't seem to see you."

Alina was already interested in Kawi, or rather, she was curious about common people.Especially when this commoner was favored by her husband, who was also an aristocrat, the curiosity became even stronger: "What kind of work do you usually do?"

"Organize medical history records, help with pre-surgery preparations, push patients to theaters and the like."

"Are you late today?"

"I encountered some trouble in the morning, so I came late." Carvey explained, "I originally wanted to come here to talk to Mr. Ignatz, but I didn't expect him to have an operation."

"Personnel matters are not up to your teacher Ignatz." Alina put down the autopsy notes in her hand, "According to the hospital's regulations, assistants should enter the hospital to work before 7:30 in the morning, you know You will be charged for being late.”

Carvey nodded: "I know."

"One crown at a time."

"Ah."

Kavi had just taken over No. 73 from Mick, and received 15 crowns a month, so the reaction to the penalty of only 1 crown was flat.But in Alina's eyes, this seemed very abnormal: "I remember your monthly salary is only 7 kroner?"

"Uh, yes, it's 7 crowns."

"Do you think it's too little?"

Carvey:? ? ?
The previous questions were quite normal, in line with the usual tone of the leader to his subordinates, and he would find some mistakes while asking about the work situation.But the question at the end is very strange. What does it mean to feel that the salary is too low?

Should I feel less?Shouldn't it?
Can you still raise wages if you say too little?

This kind of good thing is impossible in the 21st century, and it is obviously even more impossible in the 19th century, which cannibalize people without spitting out their bones!

Since it is impossible, and it cannot be said that the salary is too much, it can only be said that the salary is just right
Carvey quickly interrupted his thoughts, retched twice in his heart, and finally chose to shut up: it is better not to answer the proposition.

Elena seemed to see his concerns, and was still thinking about how to express her intentions. Suddenly the door was opened, and Ignatz walked in: "Huh? Karvey, why are you here now? Elena ? Why are you here too?"

"Oh, I want to talk to you about the corpse."

"Mr. Ignatz, two new corpses have arrived."

The two said in unison, although they were two unrelated things, they were closely connected with the corpse.Ignatz heard the general idea from both sides, so he could only ask one by one, and finally found out that it was bad news and good news.

The bad news is that the dean's corpse supply channel has not been opened up, and only two of the three conditions can be fulfilled.

The good news is that Carvey sent him two fresh corpses.

"Two?!" Ignatz was overjoyed, "Where did you get it?"

"Actually, a couple in the building where I lived had a little accident." Carvey scratched his cheeks and said, "At that time, the heartbeat was still beating, and I thought it could be saved, so I quickly called a carriage and sent them here. It's a pity that I died halfway."

There was no sadness on Ignatz's face, which was in stark contrast to Kavey's helplessness: "Do they have any relatives?"

"I don't have any relatives in Vienna, and I don't know about other places."

"Okay, it's fine if you don't have relatives!" Ignatz quickly thought of a good way to take the corpse as his own. "I'll go to the autopsy first, and you go to the church and the photographer to take pictures of the corpse. Then go to the tobacconist to buy it." A cheap pipe with a bottle of wine, and some cheap jewelry for the girls." [2]

Carvey got it, but still acted like he didn't.

"By the time my relatives came here from all the way from the countryside, the autopsy would have ended long ago, and the original corpse had been sewn up and put into the coffin." Ignatz was very satisfied with his method, "There are photos, There are funerary goods, and they only charge their cost, I'm afraid it's too late to be happy."

The more Elina heard it, the more she felt that something was wrong, but considering that the hospital was short of funds and the supply of corpses was insufficient, she really didn't have the right to comment.

If he just walked away, the macho Ignatz would not think there was any problem, and there would be no friction between the two couples.

However, Ignatz has not been home for three consecutive days, and his inherently strong personality forced Elina to sarcastically say something to him:
"The Anatomy Act has just been promulgated, I advise you not to mess around. Think about Dr. Lakoff of Graz Hospital, who was not only thrown into prison, deprived of his qualifications as a surgeon, but also fined the entire hospital a full 1000 kroner .”

It's true, it happened half a year ago.

As the leading figure of the Austrian surgeon, Ignaz naturally needed to come forward to condemn the other party for promoting himself, and this interview also made the headline of the "Daily Proceedings" section of the Vienna Daily the next day.

It's obviously inappropriate to poke him in the back with such a thing.

Ignatz's face was serious after hearing this.

The storm is coming.
(End of this chapter)