Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 425 421. "Bertie"

The direct reason why these people value the Princess of Wales so much is not Alex herself, but the Prince of Wales behind her.

As the eldest son of Queen Victoria and Prince Albert, he is a bad boy in the eyes of the queen and a dandy in the eyes of outsiders, but he is the first heir to the British throne. This guy is a jerk in his private life, but it cannot be denied that most people want to have contact with him.

Queen Victoria might suddenly pass away someday, just like her husband, Prince Albert.

The Perrier Brothers Company is rooted in the UK. If they want to obtain big contract orders and make money, there is no better way than to get in touch with the Prince.

As long as the prince endorses it, the company's future development will be smooth, and cutting the repurchase amount of 120 million francs (approximately 24 kronor, 10 pounds) is nothing.

But all fantasies have a prerequisite, that is, Kavi can really convince the prince.

"Just like Mr. Laszlo, I am only responsible for the matchmaking, ensuring that you can meet the prince and have a suitable platform and sufficient time for the conversation." Kavi said, "As for whether the prince agrees or not, that is his business and has nothing to do with me."

"What's the difference between this and a blank check? We are not a stupid company like Vassalle. We will not believe in such untenable promises."

"Yes! Your promise needs to be more specific!"

Kavi stood there, holding his cane tightly in his left hand, and playing with the pen that Osman had just signed with his right hand. He could feel the hot air mixed with the smell of men's perfume and cigars rushing into his lungs, constantly speeding up his heart.

He tried hard to control his emotions, but it seemed that he was losing control.

Being pushed to this point, Kavi still felt resentful. He did not complain about the other party's attitude or the problems Haussmann had posed, but about the poor water quality and weak municipal management system in Paris. It was just that the latter was too grand and abstract, and Haussmann was the executor of improving this situation, so he could only vent his anger on the businessmen and lawyers in front of him.

"You said my promise was untenable?"

Kavi put down his pen, walked to the door and asked the servant for a glass of red wine, then said, "How can you ensure that you can meet the requirements of the Prince of Wales?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm already taking a risk when I'm making the connection. My friendship with the prince isn't deep enough to allow me to introduce someone who doesn't fit his status as a friend."

Kavi was used to the contempt chain in the aristocratic social circle. In their eyes, businessmen were never considered elegant. "If your boss can't satisfy the Prince of Wales, who can guarantee that the friendship between me and the prince will not be damaged because of your boss's rudeness?"

"This"

"Perhaps only if we develop to the level of Mr. Laszlo can we be on equal footing with the royal family." Kavi turned the tables and felt better. "But even Mr. Laszlo, who rules the Iron Empire, is not a frequent visitor to the aristocratic social circle. He was also very respectful when meeting His Majesty Franz."

This set of rhetoric successfully shut the other party up, but it didn't force them to sign immediately: "Give us two days, we need..."

"I said, I want to sign it now!" Kavi pointed to another repurchase order marked with 480 million francs. "It doesn't matter if you disagree, Mr. Haussmann. I am willing to buy your bonds to pay for that money. How about it?"

"That's 120 million francs, and at very low interest!"

Osman was a little surprised. "If you can really buy government bonds, it's not impossible. I can help you get the water pipes and pressure pumps leading to the university. But these hardware facilities and labor costs will eventually need to be filled by you, and the city government will not pay a penny more."

"no problem."

Kavi's savings might not be able to buy so many government bonds, but he could borrow from Gustav, in principle without paying interest. As for the money for the water pressure pump, that was the business of Hort and the University of Paris.

The main reason why he did not mention this plan before was that he had no habit of borrowing money and did not like the instability of government debt. After all, he borrowed Swiss francs from Gustav, but the government debt given by Ottoman was in francs, so there must be an exchange rate problem between the currencies.

The delicate relationship between France, Prussia and Austria is likely to lead to a new war, by which time the franc will surely depreciate and the public debt in his hands will shrink significantly. In history, the Franco-Prussian War three years later did lead to the depreciation of the franc.

In order to maintain stability, Kavi made a new request to Osman: "You can buy government bonds, but I hope to buy them with Swiss francs, and you will also pay in Swiss francs when they mature."

"You don't believe in francs?"

"It's not a question of whether to believe it or not, but a question of who is more credible." Kavi smiled and looked out the window. "Looking at Prussia's arrogant attitude and the reaction of the people of Paris to this attitude, I find it hard to believe that the two countries can maintain peace for a long time. And looking at the history of the past few decades, France has been in various states of war, so the Swiss franc is more credible."

"I'm afraid this will be a bit troublesome. I can't decide." Osman hesitated. "I may need to discuss it with the relevant departments before I can give you an answer."

"how long?"

"tomorrow."

"Okay, as long as I'm faster than them."

Kavi breathed a sigh of relief and said he had done his best.

If he still couldn't get it done, he would have to move the experiment to Vienna. It was a bit troublesome, as all the experimental dogs that had been negotiated before had to be cancelled, and transporting Bertha was also a problem. But anyway, it was better than not being able to carry out the experiment.

This time it was Kavi's turn to say goodbye.

He took his hat off the coat rack and put it on, adjusting the brim before heading for the door. "Since Mr. Osman has agreed, I'm short on time, so I'll leave first. Goodbye, everyone."

It took only two minutes from the time they refuted the other party's point of view to the time they announced their departure, leaving them no time to discuss countermeasures. Seeing that Kavi was about to leave and the Prince of Wales was about to slip away, the people at Perrier Brothers could only choose to believe it.

The bait of the Prince of Wales was really too tempting, and they knew very well that their boss would not give up. Rather than making enemies with Kavi here and then spending time and money to beg him later, it would be better to show enough sincerity now.

"Doctor Kavi, please stay."

Seeing that Kawi had no intention of stopping, another person quickly stood up and stopped him, adding: "We agree with your suggestion, we sign it."

Seeing that the other party was willing to agree, Kawi finally stopped and said, "Sign now?"

"Sign now! But, may I ask the time and place?"

"I don't have much time, so let's choose that banquet." "But just now Vassalle Company..."

"The goals are different. Are you planning to target Mr. Laszlo?"

"That won't happen."

Kavi once again informed the other party of his capabilities and confirmed the other party's sincerity: "I will do my best to help your boss create conditions for the conversation. I hope he can also show the greatest sincerity and not affect the relationship between me and the prince."

"must!"

In fact, Carvey never met the Prince of Wales.

The last time Alex sneaked out, the crown prince was making love with a noble woman in London. The reason why Kavi was so sure that he could gain the prince's trust was entirely due to a letter signed by the couple.

The letter was received two months ago. It was a thank-you letter filled with respect and kindness from the young crown prince. Kavi was most concerned about the princess's health. Premature labor, dystocia, cesarean section under non-medical conditions, and the subsequent hasty return to London were all a blow to her health.

As for other things, Kavi didn't take it to heart. He simply wrote a reply letter to inform her of the things she needed to pay attention to when getting pregnant again and that was it.

In Cavey's opinion, the visit to Vienna mentioned in the prince's letter was just a casual mention. First, Britain was too far away from Austria, and second, Vienna was too dull and might not satisfy the Prince of Wales.

Paris is different. The horse farms, balls, dining tables, and all kinds of women and their beds are the favorite things of the crown prince. Vienna may compete with Paris in art, but there is really no comparison in these aspects.

So since Alex went back to England, he came to France.

As the letter said, by good fortune or bad luck, Kavi and the Prince of Wales had met several times, but missed each other.

For example, on the opening day of the World Expo, the prince had to deal with many people and had no time to look for Kawi, and Kawi was not interested in the announcement of the names of the European royal family attending the opening ceremony. Even though the two were in the stands not far apart, they did not see each other. For example, these days the prince has been asking people to send invitations to the hotel where Kawi is staying, some of which received a polite rejection reply, and some fortunately did not even receive a reply.

Apart from the opening ceremony, Kavi also missed several opportunities to meet the prince.

Until recently, he found that among the invitations he received, there were a few in the name of the prince. Just like his beautiful princess, he also has his own nickname - Bertie, which is also the name he most often uses when he is looking for pleasure.

Unfortunately, Kavi didn't know until Princess Mathilde reminded him.

Regarding such a huge misunderstanding, Kavi did not choose to visit in person. Firstly, he really couldn't spare the time, and secondly, the prince might not have the time either.

So he simply chose to invite these people to a party dinner on the day Franz and Elizabeth came to Paris, in the name of representatives of the Austrian diplomatic mission. Of course, the journey from Budapest to Paris is long, and the time needs to be determined.

At this moment, Osman looked at the two real repurchase orders in his hand and felt that they were not real.

He didn't expect that Kawi could really get a 20% discount. Now that it was done, he had no reason to reject Kawi's application: "Doctor Kawi, your application will take effect immediately. A construction team will lay the water pipes tomorrow morning."

Kavi sat on the sofa with another glass of red wine in his hand: "How long will it take to get it done?"

"I can only promise to do it as soon as possible, but the specific time is unknown," Osman said. "Based on previous construction periods, this distance of construction will take about 1-2 weeks."

The time was a little longer than Kawi had expected, but this was the only way now. The water quality of Paris tap water was still guaranteed after the water diversion method was revised. Compared with taking the risk of forcibly transporting the experimental dog and Bertha, it was safer to stay in Paris.

Moreover, it was not appropriate for him to return to his country while Franz was in Paris.

"I've finished my work." Kavi stood up and put his glass on the conference table. "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

The negotiators and lawyers from Perrier Brothers came forward to shake his hand, hoping that he would not take the previous argument to heart, and then followed suit and said they wanted to leave. Osman would naturally not stop them, but he seemed to have something to say to Kavi: "Dr. Kavi, please stay."

"Anything else?"

Osman took out a book from somewhere. The cover was missing a small piece and was a little dirty. The handwriting on it was very blurred, and the whole thing looked crooked and could hardly be described as neat.

He thought of the author of the book and an operation he had heard about by chance before. After thinking for a while, he said, "I heard that you processed the brain of the former police chief, Shebasto."

Osman didn't know how to describe the ventriculostomy. He only knew that Kavi smashed his brain and pierced his brain, and then two days later the old director woke up, just like a magic trick. Little did he know that Kavi's operation was a big risk, and that he was able to survive in the end because Shebasto was lucky enough.

"I don't want to do this surgery again for now." Kavi thought he was being asked to do another surgery and quickly refused. "The surgery is too traumatic and I'll regret it after I do it. Also, the time window for treating head trauma is very short. If it's delayed for too long, there's no need for surgery."

"No, you misunderstand, Dr. Carvey."

Haussmann pulled out a list of patients from the Paris Poorhouse Clinic and said, "I just heard that you can do brain surgery, so I wanted you to see the patients in this hospital."

"Asylum" Kavi took the list and said, "According to the clinic doctor's records, these are all mentally ill patients?"

"Correct."

"The orphanage moved from its original location last month. The new location is too small, so we had to reduce the number of beds." Osman looked at the book on the table again. "Some patients, especially the mentally ill, have been abandoned."

Kavi nodded: "So you think this is all your fault."

"Well, not entirely." Osman did not say it clearly, and immediately changed the subject. "There is a female patient inside, who is very talented, although she sometimes appears to be extremely manic, talking nonsense, saying nouns that no one can understand and giggling there. But as long as she is quiet, she can use the most imaginative words to describe a world of all kinds of strange things."

He touched the torn cover, stroked the title of the book with his fingers, then slowly moved to the corner, and finally stopped at the author's name: "I only know that her name is Shilina, she is pregnant, and her body is very weak. But there is no regular hospital in Paris willing to take her in, because they don't have a psychiatrist."

"Aren't there other mental hospitals?"

"Yes, there are, but they are mainly based on imprisonment and cryogenic therapy, and the conditions are very poor." Osman smiled helplessly, patting the book lightly with his palm, "It's not a big deal, I just asked casually because it's your best. If Dr. Kavi doesn't have time, I can find another doctor to handle it."

"Where does she live now?" Kavi asked.

"In a temporary shelter on the outskirts of the city."