Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 441 437. Mick's New Era
Unlike those young princes and nobles who enjoyed themselves every day, Kavi, who had experienced the Austro-Prussian War, had a much sharper sense of smell than them. Later, he realized that he had a different super insight from Morasso, and he just knew Mick better, just like Osman knew his partner, Acting Director Henry, better.

Kavi didn't know why this happened, but the moment Franz caught a glimpse of Mick when he got off the train, he felt that there was something wrong with today's welcome ceremony.

He couldn't put his finger on the specific problem, until he analyzed it afterwards and felt that it was probably due to details. For example, Mick's position, movements, demeanor, and the reactions of his men gave him a slight sense of disharmony.

But Kavi didn't think too much about it at the time and thought it was just his own illusion.

In fact, he wanted to talk to Mick more. After all, he had been examined in Zurich before, and it was basically confirmed that he had a digestive tract tumor. Half a year had passed, and the tumor would only get worse. Even if he didn't plan to treat it in the future, he could still improve his quality of life.

However, Mick acted as if he had never seen him before and had no intention of talking. Coupled with the changes in his figure and appearance caused by his extreme weight loss, Kavi almost thought that he had recognized the wrong person. But in today's empire, who can stand behind Franz with a sinister face?
Franz quickly reviewed the guard of honor and the brief welcome ceremony came to an end.

Just as Kavi accompanied Franz to wave to the cheering people and prepare to leave the train station, Mick, who was walking behind him, suddenly quickened his pace. Kavi knew very well that he couldn't walk fast at all. The metastatic tumor cells had already compressed and invaded the surrounding tissues and nerves. He was afraid that he would feel nothing but pain all over his body.

But Mick walked up anyway, and then gunshots rang out.

Mick stood in front of everyone, including the black-clad man who quickly stepped forward to help. The whole scene was extremely chaotic, making the already narrow gate even more crowded, no less crowded than the Austrian position that was about to be overwhelmed by Prussia.

Kavi was relatively calm, and the first thing he thought of was assassination.

Austria was at a turning point in history, and Franz, as the Austrian emperor, was the first to be hit. As for who took action, there were too many possibilities, including Hungarian liberals, Prussians, Russians, Czechs and Slavs in Austria, and even the French could not be completely ruled out.

Anyone who does not want to see the unification of Austria and Hungary is possible.

Fortunately, Franz was fine, the gunfire stopped, and everyone formed a circle to escort the Austrian emperor to the carriage. For safety reasons, there was no room for Kavi in ​​the four-person carriage, so he was going to leave with the others in the carriage behind.

Unexpectedly, just after he turned around and took two steps, an explosion suddenly came from behind him.

Kavi was very familiar with explosions, especially the explosions of Prussian mixed artillery, which he had heard too many times when he was supporting the Western Front.

However, this explosion was more powerful than the Prussian artillery. Just in front of Franz's carriage, the carriage of another carriage was blown to pieces, the horses were blown away, thick smoke filled the air, the air wave rolled up the dust on the ground, and shattered several windows in the waiting hall.

Kavi pulled his coat over his head to block the falling debris, and told the coachman to whip Franz and Elizabeth away as quickly as possible.

He picked up his job and ran into the crowd of people lying down to look for the wounded.

The emergency medical system in the 19th century was just a decoration, and now the roads are full of people and carriages, so it is more reliable to provide first aid on the spot. With the help of the police, he should be able to be sent to the Hospital Main as soon as possible.

A quick scan of the scene revealed that the explosion had a large area, with more than a dozen people lying on the ground. Most of them had just left the train station and were looking for a carriage, and happened to pass by here and were affected.

"Doctor Kavi!!!" A voice came to Kavi's ears through the crying and screaming, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Kavi fanned away the thick smoke in front of him, "Chief Henry, find someone to help."

"it is good!"

The moment the gunshots rang out, Henry realized that his position as acting director was no longer secure, and the explosion just now made him want to die.

However, he was still acting as the director, and Kawi's presence had somewhat restored his spirits. There were celebrities everywhere, and he needed to help Kawi save people more than finding the guy who detonated the explosives in the crowd.

Kavi stood aside and scanned the scene. Based on the location of the carriage fragments, Kavi divided the injured into three areas. One was the five people who were close to the exploded carriage and were hit by the carriage fragments, and the other was the ten people behind them who were affected by the air wave.

As for the last one, it should be inside the carriage, with a lot of broken limbs scattered around. It should be the bomb that exploded here.

Most of the dozen people in the rear had minor injuries, including seven or eight with simple superficial injuries and contusions, three with suspected fractures and one with a clear arm fracture. Kavey handed them over to the patrol officer, who was mainly responsible for the five more seriously injured people in the front.

Five people were in coma to varying degrees, two had severe open fractures and heavy bleeding, one had eyeball blast and craniocerebral injury, and another...
"Mick?"

Mick was lying on his side on the ground, next to a cracked carriage door.

He was seriously injured, his face was covered in blood, his left hand was completely severed, and other parts of his body had varying degrees of wounds and deformations. If it were just these, he might still have a chance to survive, but when Kawi gently turned him over, he discovered that the connection between his head and body had also become strange.

"We've found a public carriage, the kind you mentioned that can lie flat. We can take it directly to the Hospital-Dieu via the boulevard track." Henry ran to see Mick lying on the ground, "He's seriously injured. I'll go find someone to help carry him up."

"No need." Kavi sighed and withdrew the finger that was measuring the pulse. "Save the others."

In the early morning of the 19th, Mick was awakened by the shaking carriage.

He struggled to get up and looked at the time. He had only slept for less than two hours. However, for a body that was in pain all the time, two hours of sleep could be considered a gift from God, which was quite good.

He stood up and poured the entire bottle of ya tablet tincture into his mouth. After the medicine took effect, he began to wash and get dressed.

Mick took out the prepared officer's uniform from the box after a long absence. It was a new pure black uniform specially customized after he joined the army and was promoted to the rank. However, he rarely wore it after so many years.

After lighting a cigarette and taking two puffs, Mick hesitated.

He laid the uniform neatly on the bed, stared at it for half an hour, and decided to put it back. It was still a simple white shirt, black vest and breeches, and his favorite long black coat.

Just putting on these made him break out in a sweat. Mick held onto the desk in the room and took out his pocket watch and wallet from the drawer.

He left his thick wallet in the drawer and only hung his pocket watch on the inside pocket of his clothes. Then he turned around and took out a red medal box from his suitcase, which contained a Maria Theresa medal.

This is a military medal only awarded to officers on the battlefield, and it is the highest honor for Austrian soldiers. Mieke stroked the Austrian flag in the center of the badge and the inscription "Fortirvdini (Fortitude)" surrounding it, and silently recited what Franz said to him when he awarded the medal: Without you, the Austro-Prussian War would never have ended like this. I will never forget your contributions, even if they have never been written in the military merit book.

He hung the medal on his chest, simply fixed his hair, looked at himself in the mirror for a long time, then picked up his hat and cane and left the room.

In the morning, Mick needs to have a briefing with Franz, and in the afternoon he will talk about the future development direction of the library and his successor.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

Franz just thought it was funny, because no one would wear such a grand military medal on their normal clothes. Although it was indeed grand enough to accompany him to Paris, the normal practice was to choose a more formal outfit: "Where is your military uniform?"

"In the box." Mick coughed twice, "But I have a special identity, so I'd better keep a low profile."

Franz didn't dwell on this question for too long, and immediately asked about security issues: "You said before that Paris is not peaceful, but what I saw in the newspapers are just some thefts. Now during the World Expo, there are a lot of tourists traveling and visiting, which is normal for any big city, let alone Paris."

“It’s not just stealing.”

Mick put the cigarette in his mouth and took two puffs. "According to reliable information, many people in Hungary are very concerned about you. The specific target is unclear, but the source should be those fanatical liberals. For safety reasons, you still have to pay more attention."

Franz took the train station floor plan he handed over and asked, "Is this necessary?"

"necessary."

"Okay, I believe you."

Franz put the floor plan aside and continued, "You are too tired, running back and forth. As I mentioned before, regarding the deputy director of the library, have you chosen anyone?"

"For now, we have one, so it's settled." Mick thought of Casper: "But before making a formal decision, we need to investigate further."

"It's consistent with your usual style."

"Just like your training of His Highness Rudolf, it requires dedication and sufficient caution."

When the Austro-Hungarian merger was on the agenda, Miecke traveled between Paris and Budapest.

There were meetings and debates in Budapest every day, as well as protests and clashes. The safety of Franz and Elizabeth was naturally the top priority. In Paris, there were a large number of powerful politicians and bankers and entrepreneurs who arrived one after another. Their intelligence was equally important.

At the same time, he also had to make security preparations in Paris for the Austrian emperor's subsequent visit.

The work is busy, but Mick enjoys it. The only thing he regrets is his health.

Ever since he saw Kawi's expression after the examination, Mick knew he was seriously ill. When the excruciating pain became more frequent and more unbearable, he knew he would not live long.

In fact, life itself is not that important to Mick.

He doesn't love money, nor is he interested in women, and he doesn't like to get involved in political shit. Even Austria, the country where he was born and raised, is not that important to him. For him, the only thing that matters is what he carries in his life, and this thing called "work" is too important to him.

So before he died, he wanted to improve the library's system, then smoothly complete the transfer of power and pass on his work to future generations.

For this reason, he had to put a backup plan on the agenda, which was also the final test of Casper's ability.

Casper spent the entire day today in a private room of a cafe across the street from the train station.

He listed several emergencies for his men, as well as the correct responses they needed to make in these situations. He then deployed them inside and outside the train station, without arousing suspicion from those around them, and in a way that they could act immediately.

As the train pulled into the station, all the emergencies he listed came true one by one.

He quietly watched the masked killer standing in the crowd and pulling the trigger, watched her take off her clothes and escape under the cover of the chaotic crowd, watched Morasso lose the target. Then he watched the panicked Rochester hurriedly jump into the carriage, watched Mick use all his strength to hold the carriage door, and watched the carriage be blown to pieces.
Casper didn't expect his teacher would choose this way to end his life, but he still insisted on watching it to the end. After watching it all and grasping the whereabouts of the key figures, he threw down a few franc coins and stood up to start his work.

In the original plan, the killer's bullet would jam, Rochester's bomb would not explode, and the two would be caught on the spot and sent to the police station. Casper did not need to go to the train station to "support" or help deal with the non-existent wounded. He only needed to hide in the dark and keep throwing out pieces of evidence to prove the two's crimes.

But now, Rochester's bomb has really exploded, and there is no evidence to prove it. The killer has become the only "witness" to finally prove that everything happened.

If we can't even catch this person, the whole plan will be completely ruined.

A maid dressed as a girl with a scarf on her head and a lunch box in her hand was running hurriedly from the other side of the street, looking back as she walked. After seeing the carriage parked on the street, she was slightly relieved: "You are Taylor, right?"

The driver nodded and jumped out of the car.

"I'm the girl who ordered the car. Mr. Schmidt should have told you." The girl walked deliberately under the shadow of the low house on the street, as if she was afraid of being discovered. "Let's go quickly. I need to go to Lyon now. It's too unsafe here."

The driver lowered his hat and opened the door, sending the girl in. Just as she sat down, ready to leave this place of trouble and imagine a free life in the future, the driver suddenly reached out and snatched her lunch box.

The girl froze in her seat, too late to react. She could only watch as the other man checked the box, took out his gun, and pointed it at her.

"Ms. Ayesha, it's been a long time."

(End of this chapter)