Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 370 366. Another kind of abdominal pain

Needless to say, Monet's painting "The Estuary of the Seine at Honfelle".

Being admitted to the official salon already shows that he has gained recognition from mainstream art connoisseurs simply by relying on his depiction of natural landscapes. If you add the unique light processing of Impressionism, the value will definitely increase in the future.

The second painting is definitely a little less impressive, it belongs to outdoor life drawing training, and it is signed Pierre-Auguste Renoir.

Kawei's first impression is that the technique is realistic and cautious, without any deviation, just like a camera capturing the lovely girls in gorgeous clothes into the frame. Although I don’t know him, this painting is worth far more than 700 francs just because of its vivid techniques.

The third painting, and the one that really moved Kawei so far, is "Evening Bell". 【1】

Signed, Jean-Francois Millet.

The picture only shows empty fields, which are far less beautiful than the Seine Estuary. The characters in the painting are a young peasant couple dressed simply, and there are no gorgeous clothes and accessories in the portrait of the girl. The overall tone matches the sunset and twilight, making it appear darker.

As the church bells rang in the distance, the two stopped working, bowed their heads and prayed devoutly, looking forward to God's blessing and call. The quiet scenes and simple characters imprint the solemnity and hard work of the people at the bottom into the hearts of the viewers.

Only worth 1000 francs? ? ?

Du Lang is such a person and knows this very well. Kawei didn't understand it before, but now he understands it after more exposure. The three paintings will be sent to the Drouot auction house for temporary storage. Melanie will pay the 3000 francs for Kavey first and then send them to the salon tomorrow.

If the lack of popularity of the first two paintings can be attributed to differences in popular styles, then the low price of this painting should be attributed to something deeper.

Trading in a salon like Melanie's, apart from enduring the dissolute life of artists and the bottomless jokes among the upper class, also has its advantages.

"cheers!!!"

Even though the Duke once again rejected him, and said to his face with disgust: "The whole of Paris is filled with the smog of money and wealth, and someone always needs to clean up a clean place, regardless of personal wealth and achievements."

Durang was just an ordinary art dealer. He only had business in his mind, and he never imagined that he would go that far. He didn't have as much liquidity as Gupil. There is only one thing he is thinking about now, and that is if the transaction fails today and the painting cannot be sold, then he will have no choice but to go to the bank to ask for a loan tomorrow morning.

Poor As's personal wealth is really nothing, maybe not even as good as Kawi. The only ability to reach your current status in social circles is social experience. It's a pity that he is facing a man who dares to be unscrupulous in front of Melanie.

Today's private salon exhibition even invited Duke Dudoville, who owns the Imperial Jockey Club, and it was a great opportunity for him to apply for the third time.

Kawei looked out the window. The rain that had stopped for a while began to fall again. It was sweeping the road and patting on the window. As the servants complained about the rainy weather, the three glasses of wine clinked together.

"Honor the art!"

“Here’s to this romantic big city and the magical country that gave birth to it!”

"Honey franc!"

They are bad enough, but they are honest enough for the sake of reputation.

"You two, let's have a drink." Melanie asked the servant to bring red wine. "Dr. Carvey, you wanted to leave in a hurry before. Look, now you have accepted three more paintings."

except one person

Ace was definitely not. He wished he could be immersed in this noble atmosphere all day long.

It's raining harder outside.

After this episode, Asi's status has been reduced by two points.

Kawei didn't have a private carriage, and it was a long way from the hotel where he was staying, so he obviously couldn't leave in the face of such kindness. Those upper-class people who were cavorting among oil paintings, alcohol and some strange drugs were also unable to leave, or they didn't even think about leaving.

It was also the first time that Kawei complained about the painting because of the man who created it.

The good thing is that every transaction is carried out under the eyes of the big shots, and simple defaults or small tricks behind the scenes are not allowed. If you dare to speak out, you will be kicked out of the upper-class social circle forever, which is no good to anyone.

"Forget it, 3000 is 3000, it's better than dying in your hands."

He knew very well that in such salon exhibitions, civilians were the objects of public amusement and had to graciously endure the deliberate humiliation that was part of social etiquette.

Just like going from the main hall to the auxiliary hall or other rooms, when passing through the double doors, Aspen does not have "ladies first" beside him. He must let all those with titles above his head pass before he can move.

The same prejudices or social rules also penetrate into every aspect of how we treat others.

This may not be clearly reflected in the salon exhibition, because there is no banquet and there is no need to arrange the seats according to the high status of the title, but you can make a fuss about the snacks, snacks and wine that are given to you.

Kavi ate fried cod sticks, a starter offered by the servant. The red wine he drank was considered a special case. If he followed the rules, he should have drank the Congress of Vienna liqueur. Of course, he can also enjoy the Prince of Condé trout and mousse foie gras, but he will have to wait in line after everyone else.

When Asi first entered, the servant didn't give him anything, so he had to go to the snack area to find food and drink. What’s left is often some fruit and a slightly ordinary wine.

Fried cod crisps and liqueur became the food he had to queue up, while the trout and foie gras, which were beloved by the upper class, became unattainable.

It's even more complicated when it comes to recess. Until Melanie invites her, only her tight social circle is entitled to sit on the main hall couch. When Kawei is invited, he can only sit in the guest seat. If the invited person becomes Asi, he can only sit on the chair brought by the servant before he has a clear attitude.

This aristocratic hierarchy inherited from the court of Louis XIV reminds everyone at all times of the importance of demonstrating one's status.

Years of socializing have allowed As to see through everything.

He didn't care if these honorable etiquette hurt him. As long as he could stay here, it didn't matter how small he looked.

Seeing that the third application failed quietly amidst everyone talking and laughing, Asi was not angry, or in other words, he had no time to be angry at all. Rather than being angry, he might as well follow the brother and sister closely and help them understand the paintings here.

"His Majesty Frederic, this is one of the many neoclassical portraits by Federico Madrazo."

Asi spared no effort in introducing the painting, but as soon as he turned around, he realized something was wrong: "Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Maybe I ate too many oysters in the cafe just now." Frederick felt a chill behind him and a dull pain in his stomach. "I like this painting very much. What do you think?" "Madrasso's work is of course Suitable for you.”

Asi helped him sit on the sofa and asked the servant to ask for a cup of hot water. At the same time, he explained: "If His Majesty really likes his work, I personally recommend another one."

"Oh? Which one?"

“The Conquest of Granada, exhibited in the deputy hall, depicts the most famous battle in the Spanish dynasty’s recovery of lost territory in the fifteenth century, and it is even more majestic.” [2]

"Isn't that a replica?"

Asi half-crouched beside him, watching a glass of water as he drank, and continued to explain: "Although it is a copy, it is the only one that Madraso personally authorized to paint for his son. If it is considered authentic, all of them are There are only two of them in the world, and the original may remain in the Royal Palace of Spain forever.”

"I see."

Frederick has long been an adult, but has not received any substantial experience opportunities. His father's strong political style put too much pressure on him, and he needed an outlet. Attending aristocratic gatherings and buying paintings to express feelings is one of his favorite and most effective ways at this age.

"How are you feeling now?" Aspen continued to ask.

"Not so good." Frederick held his stomach, obviously overestimating his intestines and stomach, "Oh, I shouldn't have drank so much liqueur just now, and I shouldn't have eaten foie gras, if I could save some for you. alright."

"I don't care, what's important is"

Frederick wailed for a while, with beads of sweat hanging on his face, attracting the attention of many people. Asian immediately stood up and walked towards the servant: "Ask the Countess to help make an empty room so that His Majesty the Prince can rest alone. Then go to Dr. Kawei and ask him to give the Prince a good look."

"It's not necessary."

Frederick took his hand and was about to stop him, but it was too late. The servant ran away in panic as soon as he saw his pale face.

The prince felt embarrassed and said despite the pain: "Kavi, isn't he an obstetrician who specializes in delivering babies? I have a stomachache, not a woman giving birth."

"To be precise, he is a surgeon." Ass calmed down the panicked Princess Alex and continued, "Because he has been performing cesarean sections, the newspapers classified him as an obstetrician. Category of Doctors.”

"surgical?"

Frederick was even more embarrassed: "Actually, it's not a big deal. It's not to the point of going under the knife. It's more practical to give me some yam tincture."

As knew that he was worried about the identity of the surgeon. After all, Denmark is far away from the center of Europe. Certain prejudices that have been ingrained for hundreds of thousands of years are difficult to change: "He is an Austrian baron after all, and his skills have been recognized by everyone. Don't worry. ”

It was not easy to vacate the room. It was full of paintings and was not a place where Melanie would live on a daily basis. But Kawei is just a young doctor, and in front of his prince, the baron has to be on call.

"what happened?"

"Your Majesty has looked very unhappy since a while ago. He might be feeling sick."

Kawei hurried over under the leadership of the servant, and asked others to persuade others around. He first raised his hand to touch his forehead, and then immediately asked him to lie down: "Some people have a fever. They may have eaten a lot of food. Just now It’s raining again on the road. If possible, it’s best to take him back to the hotel.”

"Now?"

As looked at the heavy rain outside, he put the yam tincture to Frederick's mouth, but Kawei took it away: "Your Majesty's illness is not serious, there is no need to drink this now."

"But he's in so much pain that he's sweating. You have to ease his symptoms and make him feel more comfortable."

Kawei has no choice. This is not modern and there are no imaging machines. He can only briefly explain the importance of keeping pain in the diagnosis of abdominal pain: "From a medical point of view, pain is a very good symptom and can intuitively reflect the disease. The nature of it. I still need to observe it for a while to make a clear diagnosis, so please be patient.”

Seeing that As was about to say something else, Frederick stopped him again.

The prince had already unbuttoned his coat, his expression looking very painful. He pinched the few fat on his stomach tightly with his hands, using the pain on his skin to relieve the pain caused by the churning of abdominal organs. He did not complain, but asked with a slight trembling: "What do you want?" How long can you endure it?”

"About a few hours." Kawei looked out the window, "Depending on the rain, you may have to spend this time here."

Frederick gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, now it seems that compared to the previous devil training in the army, this little pain is nothing. I will just endure it as long as I can."

"Once the rain stops, you can consider going back to the hotel or follow me back to the Main Palace Hospital." Kawei promised, "There are the best doctors in the world there."

"Thank you."

Abdominal pain is the most complex emergency, with dozens of differential diagnoses, but it is also what Kawei handles the most and is best at. After a simple abdominal examination, there was no typical tenderness or rebound pain. He had basically figured out the condition of His Majesty the Prince. It was most likely gastroenteritis and cramps caused by eating a lot of raw and cold food.

The treatment method is very simple. Just wait for some time to have diarrhea and then replenish some body fluids.

However, no matter how certain he was, it was just speculation. There would always be errors and exceptions in everything, so an emergency-like observation system was still quite necessary.

Secondly, going to the hospital on a rainy day to try using methylene blue is not a good option. What we have to do now is wait, wait for the Prince to go to the toilet, or wait for the rain to stop, and then send him back and ask the accompanying palace doctor to take charge.

While Kawei was sitting tight on the side, focusing on Frederick, asking about his current situation and trying to make a differential diagnosis, he ignored one thing.

Abdominal pain is not limited to the digestive system, nor is it limited to one person.

Danger will always be hidden under the veil of calm on the surface, and at a good moment, it will suddenly jump out from behind and deliver a fatal blow.

Just when everyone thought that the matter had calmed down, they were appreciating the paintings and taking care of them, when they heard a crisp "Ah!" coming from the window. With a strange change of notes, the Danish princess and Mrs. Alex, the Prince of Wales, broke into everyone's sight, including her brother.

She was sitting on a single sofa in a gorgeous dress, holding the armrests tightly with both hands, looking at her feet with an expression of disbelief: "Quick, someone help me, my lower body is broken!!!"

(End of this chapter)