Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 391 387. Times create “heroes”

The surgical theater started at 1 p.m., and the two teams took turns to take the stage until about p.m., and the fourth one had to continue at p.m. Even in modern times, this kind of work intensity can be ranked high, especially the one that just completed omental torsion combined with chronic appendicitis, which is difficult to diagnose and is indeed not easy.

Compared with them, Geize, who Kawei said should have had a good rest in the hotel, had an extremely relaxed life.

But in the eyes of the person involved, the relaxation in front of him seemed too monotonous.

Vienna is different from Paris and Zurich. Kawei's medical orders are absolute. As long as the instructions are given, anyone is willing to help. Apart from three meals a day and sleeping, the hotel attendant gave Geyser almost no chance to go out. You are not allowed to drink, ride horses, go to the streets or gardens, admire the Danube River, or participate in any dances including those in hotels.

Women, on the other hand, are an absolute taboo in the rules. They cannot talk, touch, or even make eye contact, or even make one-sided observations.

He actually understood Kawei's good intentions and was restraining himself. After all, this was for the sake of Tintin, and it was also an important prerequisite for helping to introduce the great painter Hans.

However, people are like springs. The more restrained and depressed they are, the easier it is for problems to arise.

This pace of life completely disrupted his spirit, just like the dead branches that were cut and thrown on the roadside in winter. They looked hard and straight but lifeless. Just a trivial matter can be ignited into a huge fire.

The cause was a young man who had just returned from a study tour in Paris.

The duel came to an end soon, and Geizer was defeated successfully, and he understood a truth, there is no direct connection between self-confidence and the result. Fortunately, for safety reasons, the rapiers in the hotel were not edged, and even the sword tips were extremely blunt.

"Chat? Chat for nothing!!!"

"Just write about Rochester."

"I don't think a duel is a good way to solve the problem." Rochester put down his wine glass and saw that he was not joking. He suggested, "I have a nice place. We can go there and have a good chat."

The crowds had gone away, and winning or losing no longer mattered to anyone. Geizer was ready to have a good chat: "What place were you talking about?"

It's not because he looks different, or because that man pleases women more, but because he has become someone else's drunken joke, a sick man who may have been infected with syphilis, or even an incompetent person who has affected his male ability. man of.

Geize, who had gone down the steps, picked out a pair of dueling swords, threw the weapons over, and shouted angrily: "Stand up, coward! Your grandfather Geize will definitely poke you into a sieve!!!"

Men are like this, they can be short and poor, but they must not be incapable. Even if your body is only temporarily weak, you still have to pretend to be strong enough.

No one will care whether he has syphilis or not, and no one will really care about his abilities. What they want is the explosion after this oppression, the collision like a meteorite hitting the ground: "Sir, you have successfully angered I, I want to duel! Please fight me now!”

Unfortunately, they were already surrounded by people. Whether they were customers dining in the lobby or hotel staff, they were all very interested in the duel. If the promoter gets cold feet now, it won't be as simple as a drunken joke, but it will be in the next day's newspapers and magazines.

In the late 19th century, dueling was gradually eliminated by law. To save trouble, hotels would considerately retain weapons that supported dueling, such as Geiser's very confident rapier: "Come, Rochester, I will show you the superb swordsmanship of the Swiss."

"Then please pay the price!" Gezer grabbed a piece of paper, took out a pen, and said righteously, "Your name, thank you!"

To be honest, Geize, who had been stoic for many days, is still sane, and his self-esteem is high, but not too high. He even thanked the other party for inviting him out, but he had held it in for too long.

He stepped forward and grabbed the wine glass from the man's hand, poured it into his mouth crazily and swallowed it. Then he stepped on the chair and climbed onto the big table. He looked around and announced loudly: "I am sorry for my illness of Francois I." I am proud of my disease! It is a noble mark given by God to His people, and it is a gift! Not only does it not take away my sexual desire, but it makes me even crazier!”

"Okay, Rochester." Geizer added the adjective he made up. "The 'brave and invincible Geizer Knisel' applies to fight the 'evil' Rochester. Okay! This is my duel challenge!"

The young man smiled and explained: "I don't mean any harm, I'm just looking for an interesting topic with the girls."

"it is good!"

Geizer was not convinced.

Geizer Knisel is not an ordinary person. When this kind of emotion takes over the high ground, it will only become more radical: "I just have syphilis, how about it?"

The same age in his early 20s, the same origin in Vienna, a well-to-do rich second-generation family. Just because of his smooth conversation and decent appearance, he won the hearts of many women during his five-day stay.

Similarly, those waiters who accepted Kawei's request saw that the situation was tense and did not dare to step forward to stop him. He was afraid that the other party would be irrational and include himself in the duel list.

"Didn't you say that you have the ability to overwhelm the others and that you can destroy it in one night?" Rochester helped put away the rapier, turned around and asked, "By the way, how much did you say just now?"

"5!"

Geize stretched out his five fingers and had no intention of changing the number: "I have killed up to five at once!"

"you sure?"

"Of course, I was in good condition then." Gezer hesitated again when asked, "Now I can kill three of them."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he realized the crux of the matter.

The key is not how many he can kill at once, but whether he can do such a thing. There are still two days until Kawei unblocks his crotch, and if he violates the rules now, it will be a big loss if he doesn't see Hans afterwards.

If it is someone else, they will usually choose to tell their own special situation. Even if they really want to verify the authenticity, they can come back another day. But Geize was not an ordinary person after all. When others stepped on the brakes to avoid the car that was speeding next to him, he would suddenly step on the accelerator, hoping to pass before others hit him.

"No, I'm in great shape right now. I can kill six at a time!" Gezer once again explained what it means to be confident, because his tone was so firm that even he believed it, "How's it going?"

"awesome."

Rochester was thinking something in his mind, and suddenly stood up with a smile and picked up his coat: "Let's take you to a good place. If you are really that good, I can definitely arrange for you to meet Mr. Hans."

These words made Geize a little confused, and several question marks popped up in his head.

What a good place?

Can you still judge whether I am strong or not?

How did he know that I was going to meet Mr. Hans?

In a daze, he had arrived at the door of the hotel with the help of Rochester, and was blocked by two waiters: "Dr. Carvey has ordered that Mr. Geyser cannot leave here."

"Carvey? Carvey Hines? That surgeon?" Rochester knew the name and knew it was a person, but it was nothing compared to the "burden" he carried on his shoulders: "Isn't he just a doctor? Doctor Can you be so lenient? Tell Dr. Carvey that we have something big to do. If you have any questions, come to us at Hoints Street."

When Geizer returned to Vienna for the first time, he didn't know what Hointz represented. He wasn't that arrogant, and kept explaining: "I'll see him off, and I'll be back soon. He'll be fine."

The waiter's status was too low to dare to stop the two rich kids, so he let them go.

The carriage headed east, soon crossed the Ring Road, and continued walking for more than ten minutes until it arrived at the dimly lit Hoints Street. When he arrived at his destination, Geize realized what kind of place the other party had brought him to. But now, he has a bottle of absinthe mixed with cocaine in his hand, and he has already poured rationality into his stomach.

Once his character is paired with alcohol and some stimulating substances, it will naturally burst out with unlimited potential: "Ah! I am so stupid to stay in the hotel all day long. I should have come to this place to have fun!!"

"This is where you will fight tonight!"

Geize glanced at the "Little Sweets" written on the sign, and felt restless in his heart. His lower body tightened, and rationality suddenly came out: "Actually, I didn't expect it to be a place like this."

"Huh? Only here can you show your glory!"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant." Geize hesitated for a while, patted his pocket, "I didn't bring any money, it's quite expensive here. How about you send me back, another day, another day I'll come back to accompany you Not too late."

"I won't give you the lowest price. You can choose whatever price you want at 100 kronor." Rochester knows the prices here very well. "As long as you can afford three people, I'll pay for it."

Geizer hesitated.

He took two more swigs of wine and then said, "Okay, I'll give it a try!"

Rochester took him out of the carriage and, surrounded by a group of young ladies, entered the largest gentle village in Vienna. He left the person in the lobby, ignored the laughter, went up to the second floor alone, walked to the door of the innermost room, and knocked on the door: "It's me."

The wooden door opened a crack, and when he saw it was him, he poked half of his head out: "What, you found it?"

"found it."

The door opened, and the two men in black glanced outside. When they saw no one else, they took Rochester in. The room is not spacious, it is just an ordinary technical studio. In addition to the two men in black, there is also a more well-dressed young man lying on the bed: "You are quite efficient. Tell me, what's going on?" "

"That's a fool. He's not a native of Vienna. He fits the boss's requirements very well." Rochester replied with a smile. "I think it's appropriate, so I'll take him for a test first. If he can successfully pass the boss's test, the task should be completed." Come on."

The young man became interested, sat up and asked, "Is he very good at that?"

"I heard that he can kill six people in one night." Rochester told Gezer's nonsense exactly.

"Six." The young man frowned, "Do you think he can really do six in one night?"

Seeing his appearance, Rochester immediately became nervous, and immediately explained: "I also suspect that there is some exaggeration in it, but judging from his calm and confident look, I think it won't be a problem to kill three."

"Three." The young man touched his chin and looked towards the door, "Where are the people?"

"It's downstairs, I've already called the girls to pick up the guests."

"Go, have a look."

While Geiser was being taken away by Rochester to have a good time, Kawei and the two directors were busy performing inguinal hernia surgery.

Although the preoperative diagnosis was an incarcerated hernia, the results changed after the abdominal cavity was opened. Incarcerated hernia is certain, but there is no so-called ischemic necrosis of the incarcerated intestine, let alone intestinal perforation that causes peritonitis symptoms.

The lesion is not here at all, or in other words, it is a lesion, but it is not the real cause of abdominal pain.

"There are indeed other problems in the abdominal cavity. Repairing the incarcerated hernia is not the first priority right now." Kawei took the scalpel and extended the incision upward without any hesitation. "We avoided the inguinal hernia and changed the operation to abdominal exploration. "

After the incision is extended, all that is left to do is explore the bowel.

Starting from the sigmoid colon below, pull out the greater omentum, then examine the transverse colon, descending colon, and then pass through the ileocecal area to the small intestine. After more than half an hour of exploration, no problem was found in the intestines, but the appendix hidden in the right lower abdomen was somewhat swollen.

The swollen appendix is ​​again, should it be cut or not?

Everyone looked at Kawei. Kawei did not choose to remove it. Instead, he hung a thin line at the root of the appendix, clamped the end with a hemostatic forceps, and took it outside the abdominal cavity to leave a mark: "We will go back after the abdominal exploration is completed. To evaluate the role of the appendix in overall abdominal pain."

"What should we do now?"

Kawei did not answer the question directly and asked Amor: "Vital signs?"

"Blood pressure 95/60, heart rate 110, not too good."

"That's enough, stabilize him." Seeing Amor nod, Kawi continued to focus on the abdominal cavity and picked up the scalpel. "Since there is no problem with the intestines in the lower abdomen, we can only continue to expand the incision and reach the upper abdomen. , near the costal arch, to examine the stomach above the intestines."

The scalpel acted together with the introduction, and the incision had expanded from the initial 10cm to 23cm: "It seems to be right here."

"Is it really a stomach?"

"It's indeed the stomach. There's more pus here."

The side longitudinal incision cannot expose the stomach very well, but if the incision is continued to be extended, it will reach 30cm, which is really unnecessary. Considering the serious inflammation in the abdominal cavity, this is also quite dangerous.

Several people worked together and used strange pulling methods to finally find the real cause, gastric antrum perforation. Kawei briefly checked the stomach pouch and found nothing hard, so he stopped insisting: "The perforation is not large, just repair it."

Ignatz and Cediyo were both relieved and still frightened. If Kawei hadn't appeared in time, the operation would still have been a mess. If we still follow the previous procedure and only repair the inguinal hernia, the patient will inevitably die in the ward after the operation.

Kawei tapped their gloves with the hemostatic forceps and asked Karen to hand over the sutures: "Why are you two standing there in a daze? I've finished my work, and it's your job next."

After saying this, he greeted the audience around him, took off his leather skirt and gloves, and prepared to leave the surgical theater after washing his hands.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the nurse opened the door and walked quickly towards Kawei under the gaze of everyone: "Dr. Kawei, the waiter from the Sala Mensa Hotel came specially to say: Mr. Geizer has slipped away and went to Huo Huo." Inz Street.”

(End of this chapter)