Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 384 380. Special preferences

In 19th century Europe, due to poor road conditions, expensive carriage fees and substandard medical technology, such emergencies were rare. It was obviously not worth it for ordinary people to spend a lot of money to go to the hospital, only to end up with the same result as others.

Those who can really enjoy similar services must be those wealthy people with distinguished status, but the method is slightly different from modern emergency services.

They often don't like to appear in public, and they don't want to stay in the same place with civilians. Therefore, when they encounter trouble, they will choose to send private carriages and spend a lot of money to invite doctors to their homes for one-on-one diagnosis and treatment.

For example, the distinguished second generation in front of me first went to a local clinic and then was quickly sent here. This is purely a special situation.

Geizer Knissel is the third son of Melchior Knissel, currently a member of the Swiss Federal Council.

The term of the chairman is only one year. Technically speaking, the elder Kniesser is still the president of the Swiss Confederation. The new chairman has actually already taken office and started working. He took his family to Zurich for a vacation and took over the post of Minister of Justice and Police in the new year.

Who knew we would encounter this kind of thing at the end of vacation.

Geiser was carefully sent to the ward preparation room, where the racecourse administrator and owner were still telling the story: "We have warned him not to tease those horses, but he refused to listen and insisted on saying that he paid for the rent. They have the right to do so.”

"Okay, okay, you go and stay outside. I have to do an examination and debridement first."

Serdieu asked Jack and Shanwang, who had just arrived in Zurich, to stay and help take notes: "Which one of you can write German?"

The two looked at each other, and finally Shanwang, who had studied in Paris for a while, wrote:

Generally when encountering a tear of this degree, even if you try your best to suture it, the result will not be good. Infection is an insurmountable hurdle, and later stage ulceration cannot be avoided. Furthermore, there is the urethra. His skills are not good enough to suture the urethra. It may be blocked as much as it is sewn, so it would be better to just cut it off.

His eyes were full of worry. He was worried that if the French professor of surgery and the chief director of surgery at the Diocesan Palace Hospital was not careful, the little thing would fall off unsatisfactoryly, and it would never be able to catch it again after it fell to the ground.

Geiser's French was forced to learn when he was a child, and he has a thick German accent that sounds worse than Good Hope: "I'm afraid it will be broken, I'm not married yet!"

"Yes, I am Geizer, Geizer Knisel, a super painter in Switzerland who can rival Francois Boucher, William Bouguereau and Hans Schriarty in the future!!!"

"The patient's painter, male, 21 years old, said that he was teasing horses. After being bitten by a horse, his penis bleeds and he was unable to urinate for 2 hours. Physical examination." Sediyo inspected the wound, but didn't understand, "Your name is Gezer. ?”

"I told you that it's all for art!"

Cediyo did a simple treatment of the wound according to Kawi's request, but the next step was beyond his scope of operation.

"The two shook their heads."

"Okay, okay."

Geize waited for him to finish, then asked: "I don't know much about medicine, but I heard from my old man that the doctor named Kawei can cure it, right?"

Geize had big wavy blond hair on his head, and his hopeful eyes were still a little uneasy. He drank a few mouthfuls of yam tincture and regretted in his heart: "If you knew that today would be like this, the meal my dad and he had before was... It’s time to go and become familiar with each other, now the conversation won’t be so awkward.”

Geize wanted to lie flat on the bed, but he was afraid that Cediyo would mess up, so he could only hold his thighs with his hands, half-curled up and looked down.

Saidi has met many young people like this: "Okay, Mr. future great painter, I just want to ask, why are you teasing the horses? They are still fierce horses."

Geiser was not disgusted when asked about this, but seemed even more proud: "I am a professional painter, an artist who is willing to dedicate himself to art! There is no beauty in the horses restrained by the reins. In order to capture the wildest and most exciting horses, You look unruly, of course it hurts! Be gentle!

Cediyo roughly understood the injury process and lost interest in his so-called artistic pursuit: "Record: Physical examination found that there were two horse bite marks on the penis 1cm away from the coronal sulcus. The bleeding on the surface of the wound has stopped, and there are no traces around the wound. The skin is bruised and swollen, the tenderness is obvious, and the penis head is obviously swollen.”

"Huh?" Cediyo didn't expect that this was what he regretted, and couldn't help complaining, "If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have teased the horse."

"What about writing in French?"

"Lie down and don't move!" Cediyo can't stand this kind of person and doesn't resist pain at all. "How can I observe the damage and debridement if you do this?"

"Don't worry, it's broken." Cediyo looked at the two people behind him, "Continue to record: the urethral fracture is covered with blood clots, and a pedicle-like mucosal-like tissue prolapses outward, 8mm*4mm. Its pedicle is similar to The penis is connected to the urethra mucosa and cannot be removed.”

"You ask me who to ask?" Cediyo continued to perform debridement. "Anyway, I'm going to call him. We'll find out when he comes. Just wait."

But just like Geizer said, just because he can't do it doesn't mean that Kawhi can't do it.

Kawei has a unique suturing method for delicate tubes such as the urethra and blood vessels, which not only keeps the suturing firm but also reduces proliferation as much as possible.

The owner of the racecourse certainly couldn't reprimand Geiser. He was the chairman's son after all, so he could only reprimand his administrator: "It's all you. I told you to get up early and feed the horses, but you just didn't listen! It's better now, Mr. Geiser." What will you do with the rest of your life after being so seriously injured?”

"I never knew he would, I warned him too!"

"Still quibbling and shirking responsibility!!!"

Geize was very free and easy. Hearing the reprimands outside the door, he quickly called the boss in at the top of his voice: "Oh, it's all my fault. It has nothing to do with him. Don't be embarrassed~~Professor, please be gentle! !”

Sedieu threw away the gauze and hemostatic forceps, shook his head and said to the doctor at the Zurich Hospital on the side: "I am doing debridement according to Dr. Kawi's instructions. If I don't clean it, what should I do if he can't suture it?"

"Okay, as long as I can connect, anything will be fine."

The two said Kawi, and Kawi arrived, and he arrived together with Melchior, who had resigned as chairman.

As soon as he entered the door, the 54-year-old chairman quickly walked up and slapped him on the body. As long as it was not a wound, any other position could be an outlet for him to vent his anger: "What are you doing out there when you have nothing to do? Ah? Don't study hard. Things just cause trouble for me!”

"Dad, I, I just want to draw a picture." Geizer could only bend his waist and block his body with his arms and back. "I didn't do anything bad, I just wanted to draw." Old Knisel said At the same time, I didn’t forget to take a good look at my son’s little baby. The more I looked at it, the more angry I became: “You just painted like this? Did you paint the most important thing like this???”

"Ah, ah, ah, Dr. Kawei, please help."

Kawei reluctantly held on to the old Knisel: "Let me take a look first, the little thing is important. The lesson can wait until it is dealt with, and then you can take it home and teach it slowly."

Old Knisel retreated to the door, straightened his black robe, then patted the horse farm owner on the shoulder and invited everyone out. The next financial dispute will be taken care of by his secretary. All he really cares about is the discipline of his son.

"Dr. Kawei, I have been teaching you for several years, but I have not made any progress at all." Old Kruseni gasped and said helplessly, "I don't study hard, and I don't train well in the army, so I just want to paint. I I gave him a teacher, but he said that other people’s painting skills were not as good as his, and they were all pissed off.”

While listening to the sad past of his old father, Kawei looked at the wound: "The injury is quite serious, half of it is broken. The horse's bite is really strong, much stronger than the rats in the trenches on the front line."

Old Knisel was at a loss for words. He vaguely seemed to see his younger son crying bitterly over this in the future: "Can we still save him?"

"It's no problem to sew it up, but I can't say what the final result will be." Kawei looked at the consultation records and couldn't finish his words. "The most important thing now is the urinary function. The injury inside the urethra was relatively serious. Not only was it completely severed, There is also mucous membrane prolapse. You guys go get my tool box and the set of things for disinfection."

"it is good."

"Next I'm going to put a tube into your son's bladder and drain the urine out."

Old Knisel knew Kawei's ability and nodded when he heard it, but Geizer disagreed: "The tube? It needs to be inserted into my body? Then wouldn't I be very dangerous? Doctor Kawei, I am now If there is a problem with the penis, you just have to reconnect it, just like the weavers used to do, prick a few holes with a sewing needle, and then do it again.

"What the hell are you talking about!!" Old Knisel went up and slapped him a few more times, "Do you have any brains? Are you stupid because of being kissed by a horse? Are you comparing Dr. Carvey's work to that of a textile worker? How can this be compared? "?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, oh, stop fighting!"

"Doctor Carvey, before treating Tintin, you should check his brain. When this guy was learning to ride a horse when he was a child, his head was kicked by a horse, and then it became more and more abnormal. He needs to be repaired."

Everyone:.

"That's called kicking? That's called awakening!" Geize seemed to be immersed in the grassland with thousands of horses galloping. "That kick made me realize that horses are the most beautiful animals in the world, the most natural and perfect in strength and beauty. A combination of that, ah, ah, stop fighting!”

Several people had to pull their father away again. No one knew what would happen if the beating continued. Of course, the main reason is because Berget came back with a tool box.

Kawei didn't have much to explain. He stretched out his hand to press on the already swollen bladder and applied gentle pressure to let this inexperienced young man know what it means to die from urination: "You can choose not to catheterize, anyway, Zurich Hospital Many hospitals really want to see bladder repair surgery, but I’m worried that they won’t have the chance.”

"I'll do it, do it quickly!" Geize lay flat on the bed and spread his hands outward. "Do you still need surgery?"

"Well, if there is no problem with the catheterization, it can be done in the afternoon."

"What if the operation fails?" After all, Geizer has never experienced such a thing, and his impression of the operation must still be at the original level. "Will it be cut off directly like Professor Sedieu said?"

"The cross section is fairly flat, and it won't be damaged if you cut it off. But as I said just now, the function depends on your own recovery ability." Kawei took out a roll of rubber tube and a small bottle of vegetable oil from the box, "Mr. Chairman , I have to do a catheterization next, please stay away.”

Geizer's little penis is being treated intensively here, and the hospital has also granted him special privileges, postponing part of the afternoon surgery to free up the operating theater for Kavit.

Mick, on the other hand, was a little embarrassed. Not only did he not get a diagnosis, but even the doctor in charge left. Kawi left in a hurry and just asked him to stay in the clinic and wait for him to come back, without saying anything else.

Mick was not a fool. For ordinary diseases, it didn’t take that long to ask. Coupled with Kawei’s eyes and expression, he could guess that the diagnosis result was not good. When "not good" comes from the mouth of a top doctor, it must be preceded by the word "very" to be appropriate.

"very bad."

Mick sat by the bed and used his years of work experience to characterize his disease. If other doctors had said this, he might have chosen to question it, but that was Carvey, the man who could shock the entire Paris surgical community.

Find another doctor?

It's unnecessary. If you keep running back and forth like this, you might make some mistakes at work.

Waiting for Kawi to come back?

Judging from the description, it's not a trivial matter. The other party's status is very noble, and no one knows how long it will take. What's more, a person responsible for the queen's security is in a foreign country and cannot sit there and wait.

So what if Kawi really comes?

treat? Operation? There must be at least one month of rest after the operation. If it is a major operation like Edem's, I am afraid that I will have to rest at home for half a year. What about the next security work?

And is the operation guaranteed to be successful?

Kawei's surgical mortality rate is still 0, but most of them are under his control. Mick had only seen the look in his eyes like that of an enemy just once, when he was operating on that egg-eating lunatic in the square. At that time, he was rushing to fail, and his success was entirely due to luck.

Mick stood up and looked at the record paper on the table, which showed various symptoms. Some can be understood, some have never been seen, and some are not German at all, but more like English from across the strait.

If it is inconvenient to write in German, then you should use the more popular French. Using English seems very deliberate, as if you deliberately do not let him know.

At this time, his stomach was churning again. Mick pressed his stomach and swallowed a lot of saliva repeatedly before swallowing back the nausea that surged to the base of his neck.

It's very uncomfortable, really uncomfortable. Is my body really dying?

If it doesn't work, then it won't work. He had no hope of living a long life in the first place. That's not the problem.

The images of several colleagues flashed through Mick's mind. There were also a few who were reliable and worked diligently, but their brains were not good enough and they would never be reliable. Mick was really worried about leaving the royal family's security issues to them.

He leaned down, carefully tore off the paper and stuffed it into his pocket, then picked up his purse and left the consulting room.

Mick turned up his collar to cover his face, carefully avoiding everyone's sight, walked through the corridor as an ordinary middle-aged patient, came to the entrance of the hospital, and boarded a carriage that had been waiting for a long time.

"Teacher, how are you doing with your illness?"

"It's okay." Mick didn't say much. After sitting down, he gestured to him and took the letter, "Oh? Did the Hungarian get all the moves?"

(End of this chapter)