Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 420 416. Art has a price

Kawi was half sincere in what he said.

If there had been no war, if Prussia and Austria could live in peace, if there had been no special agency keeping a close eye on his every word and action, he would not have minded who got the military medical manual, and he sincerely hoped that colleagues like Fleiss could come to Vienna to study and improve themselves.

Medicine serves all of humanity and is borderless.

However, the situation is tense now. Under the seemingly peaceful surface, there is a three-way struggle between Prussia, France and Austria, and Britain, Russia and the Ottoman Empire are also waiting in the wings. A small military medical manual will not directly affect the direction of the war, but it can affect some people's judgment of Kavi's loyalty.

So this statement is half false.

Prussia and Austria had just ended the war, and the academic exchanges, which were already few, were almost stagnant. Vienna certainly allowed Prussian doctors to come to Vienna to participate in work, but the premise was that they could not go back, just like Koch who was fooled by Kavi.

The Prussian medical system has been upgraded, and the newly incorporated large number of North German troops also need a large number of military doctors to fill in. They value doctors even more than Austria, and will not allow the few doctors to flow out to the hostile country that has just fought each other for two months.

Medicine has no borders, but doctors do.

Austria gave Kavi status, money, and a network of contacts that covered half of Europe. As long as he asked, not only Morasso, but even the Austrian emperor would do their best to help him. Of course, he earned all these with his real talents and knowledge, but he still had to see the limits of his own abilities and see that it was this country with all the shortcomings of modern Europe that set the stage for him.

The only thing that made Kavi feel uncomfortable was the "library", and this accidental kidnapping incident made him understand the significance of the existence of those men in black.

So what Kavi said was more of a response to Fleiss showing off his notebook, but also an olive branch to him. As long as they could come to Vienna, they would be Austria's friends, and he would naturally teach them everything he knew.

It’s a pity that Forres can’t come and won’t come.

The two of them tried to find out each other, but they didn't finish talking. Because they had the same goal of joining the Public Welfare Association, they all hoped to reduce the pain and mortality of the wounded. But at the same time, they each served their own masters, and they couldn't enjoy themselves when talking about the medical conditions within the army, which was another kind of helplessness.

An hour later, Fleiss quietly left the salon. Helping his brother fulfill his dream had already achieved his goal, and meeting Kavi had exceeded his expectations. There was nothing left for him to miss in Paris.

And Kavi was invited upstairs by Mathilde's housekeeper.

Geizer was also invited.

This young man, who had no talent for art, sold his first painting in a muddle. Although the transaction had not been officially completed, because of Mathilde's name, his "Horse" had already reached a high price of 3800 francs and would never fail to sell.

This price is equal to the sum of Manet's "The Flute Boy" + Monet's "The Estuary of the Seine at Honferre" + Pierre-Auguste Renoir's sketches + Jean-François Millet's "The Angelus" acquired by Cavey.

And the salon is far from over, and prices may still have room to rise.

Many of the invited painters really couldn't understand why Mathilde liked this painting, and they didn't understand why Her Royal Highness the Princess made a bid.

This strange incident soon reached Mayer's ears. In addition to being shocked, a new front-page headline appeared, competing with the two articles that had just been written. Under the premise that he could not go upstairs to find out the relationship between Kavi and Mathilde, "The New Era Landscape Painting Leader from No. 24" seemed to be more eye-catching.

While Mayer was making the choice, Mathilde's needs gradually surfaced in her private room.

On the way, Kavi realized that today's salon banquet was not that simple.

The Public Welfare Society is a newly emerging public welfare organization. Although it has had representatives from twelve countries sign the Geneva Convention, it is essentially a Swiss non-governmental group with a limited scale and the influence of its members is also very limited.

It was not until the outbreak of the First World War that the cruelty of the battlefield "promoted" the growth of the International Red Cross.

Before this, how could a royal aristocrat who possessed wealth that ordinary people could never obtain in several lifetimes, and a salon owner who attracted artists and writers from most of Europe, hold a special art sale for a small folk group like the Welfare Society?

It’s strange when you think about it.

However, this kind of rational thinking about the irrationality would never exist in Geizer's mind.

He had long been dazzled by the price on the sign, thinking that the high price of 3800 francs was the true evaluation of his painting by those top artists. He also felt that the reason he was invited into the private room of Her Royal Highness the Princess was because of his artistic talent.

As for why Kawi was also invited, he didn't know.

"Your Highness." Geize clasped his hands together excitedly and put them in front of his lips. Even his voice trembled. "Thank you very much for your appreciation! If my father could see it, he would be proud of me."

Mathilde walked to the dressing table with her long skirt in hand, bent down, pulled a stool and sat down, not knowing how to respond to this. After calming down a little, she pointed to the single sofa beside her and asked Kavi to sit down, then said to Geiser: "Come, come here, let me take a good look."

Take a look?

A bad thought flashed through Geiser's mind, but he immediately thought of Rochester's handsome face and cursed himself for being dirty.

Mathilde was different from those socialites. She was a well-known art fanatic who only played with reality. People with insufficient skills could not even get in the door. On the contrary, as long as they were strong enough, she would not hesitate to invite them, even if they were Jewish, children of capitalists, or even of black descent.

Thinking of this, he walked over and stood in front of the princess: "Your Highness~"

"Your face isn't very good, but your figure is quite good." Mathilde once again looked at Geiser's body and stretched out her hand to pinch his arm muscles. "I heard that you were very thin before?"

"Indeed, he was very thin before." Geizer replied with a smile, "Your Highness the Princess is very thorough in her inquiries."

Mathilde's hands moved from the forearm to the upper arm, and then moved up to the shoulder. Her eyes stayed on Geiser's lower abdomen. After hesitating for a long time, she glanced at Kavi who was sitting in the distance: "I heard that you had surgery by Dr. Kavi?"

"Operation?"

Geizer's brain was a little stuck, and he couldn't complete the transformation from "emerging artist" to "YJ restoration technique recipient" for a while. On the contrary, after feeling Mathilde's gaze, Kavi immediately realized the other party's true intention and took over the conversation:

"Mr. Geiser is quite special. He is one of the few patients in my career who underwent two operations at the same location for different reasons within a very short period of time."

"How was the result of the operation?" Mathilde looked at Geiser. "Is it the same as before?"

Geiser could still see Mathilde's desire for him in her eyes, but it was completely different from what he understood: "Well, it's the same as before, which is good." Mathilde nodded, stood up and patted his shoulder, then turned around and took out a letter from the drawer of the dressing table: "Dr. Kavi should still remember Mr. Erdem."

"Of course I remember." Kavey recalled the radical bladder cancer surgery. "Mr. Erdem is in very good health. After undergoing such a complicated surgery, he was still able to persist in rehabilitation and recovered in just three months. I was deeply impressed."

"What do you mean by restored to health?" asked Mathilde.

The other party was a woman, and Kawi really had no idea what she wanted, so he replied, "Normal urination function."

"No, when Edem took the risk and chose the surgery you mentioned, it wasn't just for normal urination."

Mathilde handed the letter over and continued, "Apart from his family background, Erdem is a very talented painter, but he also has many of the little flaws of an artist, and he is very romantic. I always thought that after undergoing such a troublesome operation, he had no chance with women, but who knows."

Kavi read the letter, sighed softly, and still wanted to clarify: "My surgery will indeed preserve the nerve sensation in that area, but his vigorous energy is not directly related to the surgery."

"What about Geiser?" Mathilde pointed at Geiser. "Even the broken parts were connected and restored to their original state. This shows that your surgery is still useful."

"This is actually"

"And Alphonse, the cook who used to help cook in the palace." Mathilde became more and more excited as she continued to ask, "I heard that his thing was completely shattered by bullets because of a duel. It was more bloody than a Scottish beef pie, but you helped him sew it up and made a new one!!"

The description was quite outrageous, and her voice almost broke when she said "new". But the result was exactly as she said, and Kavi could only nod, not knowing how to respond.

"Your surgeries have saved one beautiful little creature after another and even made them stronger."

Mathilde looked at Geiser intentionally or unintentionally, as if attributing all of Geiser's current muscles to Cavi's surgery.

Kavi had been avoiding asking the princess about her needs, but now he had to ask: "Excuse me, but what problem do you want to solve, Your Highness? Can you please tell me clearly? I need to know your specific requirements so that I can give you a correct answer."

Mathilde's expression suddenly changed, just like when Kavi saw the military medical manual appear in the hands of the Prussian: "My male companion is called Rochester. I met him a few months ago. Mr. Geiser should have seen him."

Geiser still remembered the bet he had made with the other man on Hoyntz Street. Recalling the experience that night, he nodded repeatedly: "He's a pretty good guy."

"Yes. That's right. He was really good before, which is an important reason why I can accept him." Mathilde was as happy as she was before, and now she is as disappointed as she is now. "It's just that he suddenly stopped working recently. No matter what I do, he doesn't respond!"

"Ah this."

Kavi is a surgeon and has no skills to deal with this situation. Even if he is a professional andrologist, it is still more than 100 years away from inventing the little blue pill.

But the reality requires him to be able to deal with it. Mathilde has put in so much effort and she doesn't want Kavi to do things half-heartedly.

"Princess, don't worry. This is a very mysterious thing. It can't be summed up with a simple 'no'." Kavi calmed her down, helped her sit on the sofa, and explained, "In fact, many men have experienced this situation. It has a lot to do with mood."

"Mood?" Mathilde looked at Geiser, "He's had two operations, why is he still the same as before?"

"He is more optimistic and lives a carefree life." Kavi had to make this excuse, "Mr. Rochester may be more sensitive. After all, he just came to France and may not be used to it. Or, you have high requirements in this matter, which has put too much pressure on him invisibly."

"Is that right?"

Mathilde is not a man, so she cannot associate her mood with such things: "I give him whatever he wants, and he uses the most luxurious things. He lives a good life."

"So he was fine at first." Kavi began to set the plot, "But if it takes a long time, it will be different. He will want something else."

"Something else? What?"

"I don't know either." Kavi spread his hands. "You have to ask him personally to know. You have to ask him carefully and have a good conversation. This is an emotional issue that both parties need to calm down to be resolved."

Mathilde didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "He has been running out a lot recently. At first I didn't pay much attention to it. I thought he just wanted to walk around and it was not good for him to stay in the manor. But recently his whereabouts have become more and more outrageous. Twice..."

"what happened?"

"He went to see a woman." Mathilde still told the truth, "But it's no big deal. It's normal to have affairs with other women. As long as his heart is still with me, it's fine. But the problem is that he can't do it! Maybe he is fascinated by that woman. Anyway, I can't tolerate this!"

Kavi had never met Rochester, but he had heard about his experience from Geiser.

It stands to reason that such people have a clear understanding of their status. They can be stupid or naive, but they will never be too bold. It is outrageous to think that a Hungarian who left his hometown to come to Paris and then cheated on the princess after getting enough resources.

At this point, it was time to persuade him. However, before Kavi could continue speaking, Mathilde said, "I heard that your surgery can extend the length of that thing?"

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"Dr. Carvey?"

"It is possible, but surgery is a invasive treatment method. From a doctor's perspective, I do not recommend normal people to undergo this surgery."

"But he's not normal now!" Mathilde seemed to have made up her mind, and her tone became heavier. "Dr. Kavi, I have absolute faith in your surgical ability, and I know you will agree to my request."

Kavi was embarrassed: "I"

"Don't refuse in a hurry."

Mathilde didn't give Kavi any room to refuse, and called Geiser who was standing aside again: "Before officially deciding to operate on that useless man, I need to see what he will really look like after the operation. So Geiser, take off your pants."

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