Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 419 415. "Old acquaintance"

Kavi's original intention in joining the welfare association was to provide a reliable systematic medical plan for the treatment of wounded soldiers. At the same time, it could also help improve the layout and facilities of the front-line emergency rescue system, so that military doctors could avoid detours and the wounded soldiers could suffer less pain.

After all, using a door panel as an operating table and making wounded soldiers line up for amputation is really inhumane.

However, in the eyes of Moynier and Dunant, although medical plans are important, financial support is more direct. If you can't raise money, don't spend it, and just update a few methods for treating wounded soldiers, it can't be considered a benefit.

Of course, this was what Kavi had expected, so he turned down the invitation to the salon, which was originally intended to raise money.

Who would have thought that the owner of the salon was Mathilde.

"Will Dr. Kavi really come?" Meyer leaned against the wall, took out a cigarette, rubbed it twice and put it back into the cigarette box, then reluctantly took out the pipe from his pocket, "I asked the newspaper to reserve an entire front page. If I can't write the manuscript before 11 o'clock, it will be really troublesome."

"Don't worry, there is no reason not to come since Princess Mathilde has sent you an invitation." Gautier was very confident.

"It's already eight o'clock." Mayer was still worried.

"My friend, you have been in the newspaper office for a long time. You must be getting anxious." Gautier replied with a smile, "It's still early now. The party may last until one or two in the middle of the night. Even if Dr. Kavi really doesn't come, there are still other materials to write about. What's there to be afraid of?"

"I hope so."

"I hope Her Royal Highness will not be angry about his lateness." Gautier knew the princess' temper very well. "Although she seems to be in a good mood now, she hates people who are late the most."

"The princess was angry because Kavi was late" would be a good entry point, but today is different. Mayer came here for special treatment. If he wrote something in the newspaper, his reputation would be ruined and there would be no next time.

Mayer looked at the celebrities around him and said with emotion: "Now I finally understand why people always say that 'high-quality salons are built on sacrifices'."

"Background and talent are the hard criteria here. If you hadn't written a special press release about Dr. Kavi's kidnapping, Her Royal Highness might not even look at you." Gautier said helplessly, "As a friend, I can only help you this much."

"I understand. I have to rely on myself from now on."

Mayer has great talent and is also a well-known freelance writer and journalist in Paris.

But in the eyes of the nobles, he was just an unknown little man. He was talented but not erudite, his family was wealthy, but he was a typical bourgeois, and he even had a quarter of Jewish ancestry, which was really not presentable.

He lived in the same city as the nobles, spoke the same language, and he often interviewed and reported their gossip. The nobles would also often read what he wrote.

But there is no overlap in their private social circles.

If Mathilde had not suddenly found last week's newspaper, carefully read the report on Kavi's disappearance, and repeatedly sought Gautier's opinion, Mayer would never have had the opportunity to walk through the door of 24 Courcelles Street.

"So I still don't understand why the princess had to see Dr. Kavi? She even organized a charity sale for a newly started benefit organization and invited so many celebrities. Why?" Mayer asked, "Is there something seriously wrong with her health?"

"Don't talk nonsense. Her Royal Highness has always been in good health."

"Why?" Mayer couldn't figure it out. "Is it for the Emperor's surgery? I heard that the surgery will be scheduled after the World Expo closes. Could it be moved forward?"

"I don't know about that." Gautier shook his head. "However, His Majesty the Emperor belongs to France and has devoted everything to politics, including his health. Unfortunately, Her Royal Highness has never been involved in politics."

At this time, someone came in at the door and said, "Mr. Gautier, carriage No. 7 is back."

Gautier's eyes lit up and he nudged Mayer with his elbow: "Here he comes!"

The last time Kavi heard someone call him by his full name was in Paris, when he was doing a laryngeal cancer surgery on Bizet. The crazy voice of the host Saliss still lingered in his mind. In comparison, Gautier's voice was much more solemn and steady, reflecting the more conservative side of France.

"Doctor Kavi~"

Mathilde stood up, and everyone around her looked at the young man who had just entered the room. "If you don't show up again, I might drive the carriage to the laboratory of the Medical School of the University of Paris myself to take a look."

Kavi took the left hand handed over by the princess and gave a symbolic kiss on it: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, the experiment time is too tight, so I'm a little late."

"Your Highness~"

Hans took off his hat and handed his cane to the servant like Kavi did. He stepped forward and bowed slightly. "You are indeed the Madonna of Art. You are so tolerant of newcomers that you even invited my students."

"he came?"

Although Geize was sometimes silly, the basic etiquette of the nobility was engraved in his bones and formed into muscle memory. He stood quietly behind Kavi and Hans, and waited for them to greet each other before walking forward and bowing respectfully: "Thank you for the invitation, Your Highness. I am really flattered."

Mathilde looked the young man up and down, then squeezed his shoulders and arms. "Geiser, the youngest son of old Cruceni. I went to Switzerland before returning to Paris and had the honor of meeting him. Is he in good health?"

"He just retired from the chairman's position. Now he is half working and half retired, which is good."

"What about you?" Mathilde looked towards a mysterious location. "I heard that you had an intimate exchange with Mustang last time. How are you doing now?"

Geizer was also casual and didn't take this remark to heart. After all, the surgery was performed in public. "Thanks to Dr. Tokawi, I'm doing fine now. I even feel that I'm better than before."

Mathilde laughed along with the people around her: "That's good, that's good"

"Well, Your Highness." After hesitating for a long time, Geizer took out a painting from the painting tube: "If Your Highness doesn't mind, can you help me take a look at this painting? This is what I painted on the way to Paris after accepting the guidance of Mr. Hans."

"You really have a special liking for Marco." Mathilde unfolded the painting, glanced at it, and handed it to the butler. "Hang it up, put a price tag on it, and write my name on it. 1000 francs."

"Okay, Your Highness."

Geizer never dreamed that his painting, which Hans regarded as graffiti, would be appreciated by the princess. This might be the biggest surprise in his life, and it might satisfy him more than the little guy that was sewn up by Kavi before: "See, Mr. Hans, I succeeded!"

“Congratulations.” “Congratulations.”

Both Kavi and Hans sent their blessings.

For some reason, Mathilde was particularly tolerant today, especially towards Hans's student who had no sense of art. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Her Royal Highness did not really appreciate his paintings, but had other intentions.

Moreover, she only made a slight teasing remark about Kavi's lateness. It was not until the young doctor took the red wine glass from the servant's tray that she personally announced the official start of the salon banquet tonight.

This would have never been possible in the past.

The Princess's salon was second to none, and even in an artistic metropolis like Paris, it was an "anomaly". She opened her doors to every talented writer and artist and was willing to spend a lot of money to support them. But at the same time, she loved the kind of funny and malicious acerbic comments that she loved most.

This aroused more and more curiosity among the people around.

What kind of magic do Kavi and Geiser have that made Princess Mathilde admire them so much that she even didn't bring the handsome man Rochester, who had been sticking to her for so many days, with her?

  Is it

This is how gossip in the upper social circles comes about, and Mayer, who is used to writing such articles, is very familiar with it. At the same time, he also knows that the 47-year-old princess is not so promiscuous as to abandon her newly public partner and pursue another relationship that has not yet started.

Of course, no matter how you look at it, tomorrow morning’s headlines have been set.

As for whether the name will be more in line with Cavey's "The Ingenious Blend of Medicine and Art" or the more general "The Peak Night of Talent and Art", it depends on the direction of future development.

However, the nearly 50-year-old princess was very calm and simply chatted with Kavi for a while before leaving. The celebrities who came to support Kavi also toasted with him one after another, complimented him, chatted with him, or sought medical help. At first glance, it seemed no different from an ordinary banquet.

But Kavi knew clearly that the princess must have had special needs in inviting him and Geizer here, and it was just not the right time not to mention it.

He didn't know what it was specifically about.

This is how he answered Dunan and how he answered Mayer. Even he himself was intrigued and was silently guessing what the princess was thinking.

But before solving the mystery, he still needs to deal with the social activities of the Public Welfare Association.

Moynier was able to secure the position of president of the Public Welfare Association, so he could clearly see the role that Kawi played in the entire salon. When the crowds of people had receded, he walked forward with a few core members and said, "Dr. Kawi, you and I welcome you to join the Welfare Association."

"Thank you."

Kavi's mind was full of work. After a quick bite, he immediately wanted to ask about the development of the Public Welfare Association.

Moynier was not in the mood to discuss business for the time being: "Since it is a party, it should be done in a party-like manner. We can discuss the matters after the Public Welfare Association when we are free. Today I want to introduce you to an old acquaintance. Compared with me and Dunan, he has more in common with you."

"Old acquaintance?"

Kavi found it strange that if they were old acquaintances, why bother introducing them.

The man was wearing a white shirt and a black vest. His short black hair and goatee made his handsome features look particularly dull. "Dr. Kavi, nice to meet you. My name is Fritz Knaus, I'm from Prussia, and I'm in the same industry as you."

Kavi had little connection with Prussia, and in addition, during the Austro-Prussian War that ended just last year, he had seen many Prussian corpses, but recognized few living people.

But this person's name sounds unfamiliar, and I definitely don't know him.

"Kavi Hines, nice to meet you."

"Fries is Ludwig Knaus's brother. He sponsored him to come to Paris to participate in the Salon Exhibition. It just so happened that Her Royal Highness the Princess took a fancy to several of his paintings." Moynier pointed to a painting on the wall and introduced it to others. He said no more, "You guys chat, I'll go look somewhere else."

Although he didn't know him, Kavi was still a little curious about the word "colleague": "Which hospital is Mr. Fleiss in? Is he in the internal medicine department or the surgery department?"

"We don't have a distinction between internal medicine and surgery. As for the hospital," Fleiss was silent for a moment, then squeezed out a place from his mouth, "Prussian Army Hospital, or more precisely, the Prussian Army Medical Department."

"So this is what 'old acquaintance' means." Kavi suddenly realized, "You were also at the front line last year?"

Fleiss stopped a servant and asked for two glasses of red wine. He handed them over. "I am the head of the Prussian Military Medical Department. During the war last year, I treated the wounded in the Prussian military camp. Dr. Kavi's position should be similar to mine. We both have the rank of lieutenant general."

"Yeah." Kavi nodded, and suddenly felt something was wrong, "How do you know I'm a lieutenant general?"

Fleiss pulled out a pamphlet from his large pocket. "Although the font is different, it's still in German. The content should be very familiar to Dr. Kavi, because the editor-in-chief is written behind 'Lieutenant General Kavi Hines'."

Kavi took the book, glanced at it briefly, and his expression changed: "Where did you get it?"

"I was in the military camp hospital on the Prussian front at the time. One time, when the cavalry was clearing your position, they found it in the medical tent." Fleiss drank up the red wine, his tone quite helpless. "If I hadn't found this thing, I would have naively believed that the Austrian army was still using the same outdated medical system as ours."

Kavi flipped a few pages back. "I just made some innovations to the Civil War field doctor's manual."

As he listened, Fleiss said, "You are too modest. This is more than just a revolution. It completely overturned many of my medical cognitions. If it is successfully applied in the military medical system, it will definitely greatly reduce the mortality rate of soldiers on the front line."

Kavi closed the notebook, his face returned to normal, he touched the gold-embossed words "Prussian Army Hospital" on the cover, and returned it.

This action greatly surprised Fleiss: "Doctor Kavi, you don't seem to be surprised at the leakage of this military medical manual."

"Doctor Frese, you're joking. This military medical manual is meant to be made public. The reason I joined the Welfare Association was to reduce the death rate of soldiers on the front line. It has nothing to do with nationality."

Kawi was sure that the other party wanted to give him a warning because of the embarrassing ending of the Austro-Prussian War. But it was just a warning. The other party was just being stubborn and didn't want to make the relationship awkward. Unfortunately, Kawi was also stubborn, at least in terms of his profession.

He picked up the red wine glass, took two sips, and continued to explain: "Oh, by the way, the original copy you got should have quite a few omissions, and there are many errors in the text and drawings. If you need anything, I welcome you to come to Vienna to study at any time."

(End of this chapter)