Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 403 399. Where did Kavi go (4)

The busy streets of Paris did not stop even under night. Tens of thousands of kerosene lamps helped carriage teams, porters, showroom workers and even container owners continue preparations for the Expo.

The focus is the giant exhibition hall next to the Champ de Mars, a huge oval glass building supported by an exquisite steel frame. 【1】

The exhibits that can be entered into this main exhibition hall are the pinnacle of human civilization that can be described by all major countries in the new industrial era.

However, in the eyes of Parisians who have been immersed in art all their lives, except for the locomotives sent from Britain, other huge industrial machinery seemed a bit ridiculous. In particular, the Krupp cannon sent by Prussia and the venerable equestrian statue of King William I are eye-catching, but they are ultimately crude, ugly and cold industrial products. 【2】

Artie Meyer, a reporter from "Paris Nouveau", is a very typical Parisian. He had no choice but to insist on staying in the exhibition hall due to work requirements, leaving detailed records of major exhibits for subsequent reports.

Work had not smoothed his edges. Facing the 50-ton cannon, Mayer couldn't help but complain. He asked an old friend around him: "Mr. Gautier, what do you think about this exhibit?" What’s your assessment?”

My old friend is Théophile Gautier, a very famous aesthetic poet. After 48 years of influence, he slowly fell into silence and is now the salon manager of Princess Mathilde. Such an artist who pursues "art for art's sake" naturally disdains that kind of thing.

"The dark barrel is full of evil and murderous intent, but now it is placed together with the white and clean sculptures. It is really unacceptable." The nearly 60-year-old artist looked at the towering glass dome and sighed, "But After all, it is the World Expo, not an art exhibition, and it is not wise to criticize its artistry.”

"Then I'll have to blame something else."

Before he finished speaking, Mayer left his old friend behind and went downstairs to find the police officer who gave the order. The face looked familiar, and he didn't even think of calling him: "Helmut, why did you transfer all the people? What happened?"

"what?"

"Maybe."

"We know him, he's a famous person. If he doesn't know him, then there's a problem." Mayer guessed, "Wait a minute, what's wrong with Dr. Carvey?"

Gautier also looked over and saw a whole group of uniformed policemen quickly leaving the exhibition hall under the orders of their superiors: "Maybe something happened."

"You decide."

Gautier was puzzled: "Don't your newspaper only report on celebrities? Why does it care about such things?"

At this time, bursts of noise suddenly came from the lower floor, and both of them looked down curiously: "What's going on? Why did the policemen who maintained public security were transferred away?"

Gautier has long lost the spirit of the past, and came here more to appreciate the exhibition hall: "In fact, no matter what they sent, there is no way to compare with this building that combines the strength of industrial architecture and artistic beauty. Being inside it , as exciting as being in the ancient Roman Colosseum.”

"The ridiculous Prussians have not changed." Mayer seemed to have seen through everything and wrote his own comment with a pen. "Like their ancestors, they always like to show off their strength after winning the war. Now is the time of peace. The sudden delivery of such an exhibit shows the other party’s ambition.”

"Oh? Is there anything wrong?"

"Gone."

Seeing that he was hesitant to speak, Mayer knew that the matter was serious: "Can't you tell me?"

"No, I have to go down and ask what's wrong."

"What about dinner?"

"I'm a reporter! Journalists should be interested in everything."

"As expected of Mr. Gautier, his words are more artistic than mine." Mayer leaned against the brand-new railing, clapped softly and said a few words of flattery, "Have you decided where to eat?"

Helmut is a serious crime detective. He originally had little contact with Mayer, who interviews celebrities and writes articles for celebrities. However, the fire in the Paris theater tied the two together: "This matter"

"That's not true. Free Paris can even discuss what His Majesty the Emperor did last night, so it won't keep a lid on such things." Helmut thought for a while and asked, "Do you know Kawei? Kawei? Dr. V. Hines.”

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"Let's go to Litton's restaurant. I heard they have a lot of interesting new dishes."

Mayer was a little surprised: "Didn't Dr. Carvey leave Paris very early? He said he would come back after the World Expo. Why is he missing now? Has he already come to Paris and is hiding on purpose?"

"It's all a mess." Helmut patted him on the shoulder. "I think you have been at the Paris Press Office for a long time. You have been thinking about the bad things about the aristocratic family all day long, and your brain has almost become something on their dinner plate." Foie gras."

Mayer didn't want to talk too much, so he took out a cigarette case from his pocket and lit a cigarette for him, then stuffed two francs into his pocket: "Tell me quickly, what is going on."

"Just three hours ago, Mr. Slang, the vice president of the Bank of Paris, received a letter." After blowing out two smoke rings, Helmut finally said the answer: "The main story is that Dr. Kawei was kidnapped and asked for... Amount, delivery location, etc.”

"That's terrible!" Mayer's eyes widened and he took out his notebook and pen. "Where exactly do I pay? How much does it cost?"

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An hour later, Mayer hurried back to the newspaper office without having time to eat.

The editor of the "Nouvelle Paris" newspaper at the time did not care about this news, and the reason was very simple. It had nothing to do with the main subject matter of the "Nouvelle Paris". Not only does the act of kidnapping have nothing to do with society, Kawi as a person also has nothing to do with upper-class society.

"That's Kawhi, Kawhi Hines!" Mayer knew the value of this kind of person very well, "You can't just look at his profession and limit his social scope!"

"What can a surgeon in his 20s do so much? To put it bluntly, he is just a doctor. I heard that the Earl of Vienna was bought and inherited by his ancestors, and he has no connections with those nobles."

The editor’s reason was also very good: “Besides, the layout of tomorrow morning’s newspaper has been completed. It records parties, welcome parties, dinners, and even a ball where the great Strauss personally conducted the orchestra to welcome the guests from Tsarist Russia. At the ball, Strauss also announced his latest creation, which seems to be played after the opening ceremony."

"He is Kawei."

Mayer was at a loss for words and could only repeat this sentence to reflect the importance of Carvey. He knew nothing about surgery, so he naturally had no idea why this young doctor was important, but he knew that he must be important, even more important than the talented composer and conductor Strauss: "Please believe me!"

"The front page, the second page, the third page. Every page is already filled up. Do we have to start over just for this piece of news?"

Mayer had never seen such a conservative editor: "Isn't it shocking enough that Carvey was kidnapped? Are you still clinging to the upper class society?" "Why are you talking to me?" The editor lost the first edition of the newspaper in his hand, " Do you know how much content will be changed and how much cost will be added if the original page is removed? If we don’t grab what you call hot spots tomorrow, newspapers like ours with fixed columns will definitely lose some readers.”

"I only want half a page." Mayer already had the prototype of the manuscript in his mind. "If not, a quarter page will do. At worst, I don't want the front page. Second and third pages will do."

After saying that, he opened the newspaper and looked for several places that could be replaced: "Here, and here, they can all be replaced."

"No."

The editor shook his fat head, took two puffs of cigarette, turned over the newspaper and pointed to the corner: "I will give you this position, and you can finish it in one paragraph."

"what?"

"No? If you don't want it, forget it!"

"This is the information I finally got from the detective. Why did you give me the location of the missing person notice?"

"You don't know anything about how the police work." The editor took away the first edition of the newspaper and scolded him for being too young. "Helmut just didn't know what he was doing. That's why he hired a young reporter like you to rely on the so-called First-hand information, use you as his mouthpiece to let the kidnappers give up and hand them over. "

After several arguments, Mayer finally gave in and agreed to use the small area in the corner of the back page to write the article. At this point, the editor was angry for a while, which made him very uncomfortable.

He is just a reporter and writer. He does not have the right to finalize the manuscript before the editor, but he has the right to submit multiple manuscripts. For example, "Le Gaulois", which has always admired his abilities, also focuses on high-level social interaction, but does not have many restrictions on the types of news.

After finishing writing the manuscript, he hurried to the newspaper office of "Le Gaulois" and quickly received high praise from the other editor. He also rejected the original layout of the newspaper and left half a page for him on the front page. 【3】

It turned out that Mayer was right, and his press release became the traffic code of newsboys the next morning. As soon as you shout the news "Kavi has been kidnapped" and wave the front page of the newspaper with Kavi's photo on it, someone will immediately ask for the price and buy the current issue of Les Gauls.

Instead of increasing sales, the conservative new Paris publication suffered from dismal sales due to the success of the Gallic newspaper in the same track.

For a time, the security issue in this global metropolis became a new topic of discussion for everyone after dinner. The only thing worth talking about and worthy of talking about was Kawei's current situation.

Ordinary people were unable to determine Kawei's location, but various speculations were rampant. In the end, even the specific identity of the kidnapper, how many people carried out the abduction, the time of the abduction, the place where the abduction occurred, and the place where Kawei was held were all figured out. .

At this time, Kavi, who was at the center of the incident, and Lex and Xiaona, who kidnapped him, had no idea that the entire kidnapping case had become a well-known event.

After all, the poor people in the slums have to carefully count the coins in their hands even to eat, and there is no money left to buy newspapers. Newsboys are also aware of this, so their sales routes deliberately avoid these places.

What really concerned them at this time was not the kidnapping or the outpouring of police force, but the little girl in front of Kawei.

The door to the basement was crowded with people, and the atmosphere was so tense that it made people breathless. Suddenly someone shouted: "It's the child's mother, Veronica is finally here!"

"where have you been?"

"I ran back from my employer's house as soon as I heard the news. How is Bertha?"

Kawei raised his head and looked at the young mother in her 30s who was squeezing through the crowd to get in to see what was going on. He said, "We are doing an inspection here. Don't let her in."

"I want to see my daughter! What happened to my daughter???"

Fran cleans clothes all year round and is still relatively strong. He and Lex blocked the door and were also responsible for explaining the situation: "Bertha was knocked down by a carriage when she went out to play, and her right hand was seriously injured."

How could the mother bear such words? She immediately rushed in as if she was a different person: "Let me in! I want to see my daughter!!!"

Lex was also anxious and shouted: "It's useless for you to go in now!"

"Calm down, Dr. Kawei is watching inside, it will be fine."

"Dr. Kawei is inside. Trust him. If you go in, it will affect him."

The reality is cruel, and Kawei doesn't let her in just to stabilize her emotions. Bertha did not fly too far after being knocked away by the horse. Not only was her arm crushed by the wheel, causing fractures and severe avulsion injuries, she was also trampled three times by the horse's hooves.

The first blow was to the chest, causing rib fractures. Fortunately, no damage to the heart and lungs was found for the time being.

The second blow was on the left thigh, and obvious bruises could be seen. Kawei was unable to judge whether there was a fracture for a while. If there is indeed a fracture, at least the shape of the legs is still symmetrical, there is no serious dislocation, and the blood vessels are most likely intact and not damaged.

The final blow, on the abdomen, was probably the worst stampede ever.

The abdomen is not protected by bones and large muscles. The weight of the horse's hooves directly acts on the tender belly, which is very likely to cause serious organ damage. If there is really organ damage, it can range from functional impairment to severe

Complex trauma can easily take lives in this era, and it is impossible to deal with it in a place like this. There may be hope now, but if it's too late, it's all over.

"Go get the carriage!"

Kawei didn't want to waste time, so he immersed himself in fixing the little girl's hands and feet, and said to Lex: "Quickly call the carriage, we must go to the hospital immediately, to the Main Palace Hospital!"

"Ah? What did you say?"

"I said go to the hospital!!" Kawei simply bandaged the large wound on the girl's right hand with gauze, and said while confirming her heart rate, "The situation is not optimistic, she needs surgery immediately."

The mother had already burst into tears and screamed with all her strength to see the child.

Lex was still holding on and said in confusion: "Then just do the surgery here. What are you waiting for?"

Kawei has long since lost his previous weak look, and has changed into a face that will never allow him to refuse: "Do you think I'm kidding you? If we don't go to the hospital now, she may die in three hours or two hours at the fastest. No more."

Lex has written many crappy novels, many of which have plots that are so bizarre that they are so bizarre that they make no sense. But no matter what problems occurred in his brain circuit, he never thought that a kidnapped man would use this method to ask the kidnapper to send him back.

The most important thing is that the kidnapper agreed.

(End of this chapter)