Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 454 450. Sounds outside Paris

In the early morning of June 6, three carriages quickly drove out of the city center and headed straight for the southern suburbs of Paris.

The three drivers were charged a huge toll of 100 francs each and ordered to reach the destination before a.m. The source of the order came from Hot, the current president of the Paris Surgical Association, who was sitting in the car.

And what he received was also a "death" order. Now it was past 7:30 and Holt was very anxious.

He looked at the bodies "tied" side by side in front of him, and it seemed as if he had returned to the days when he was looking for bodies for his teacher to dissect: he had become the president of the association, and his status might be higher than that of his teacher, so why did he have to help transport the bodies? He had to transport six bodies at once, and he only allowed an American student to help him.
Three of the six bodies had already begun to rot, and he could foresee what the situation would be like in a while. Fortunately, he had prepared some old shirts, which he could just wear and throw away.

The key issue is not here, but why we have to run to the suburbs, especially to a place where there is no one.

Holt's mind was full of questions, but he felt it would be unreasonable not to help since the other party had already solved so many problems for him.

Needless to say, there were problems with the surgery. Devon and Shelly were both well-known figures. I also contributed a lot to supporting Kavey's inclusion in the guest list. The water supply problem in the medical school has always been a problem. Now it has been solved and a lot of money has been saved.

In comparison, stuffing a few experimental dogs into the laboratory and moving a few corpses seems insignificant.

Holt glanced at his pocket watch, opened the window and called out, "Hey, haven't you arrived yet?"

"Mr. Holt, this is already the fastest speed."

The driver worked very hard. He controlled the reins of the two horses with his left hand, feeling the bumps from the ground. His eyes also had to measure the rhythm of the horses' hooves in the dim light of the forest. If they slacked off a little, he would whip them: "After passing this forest, there will be an open area ahead. We will see the bankrupt factory after a while."

"Hurry up, it's too late!"

"I'm almost there!!!"

Just as the driver said, the path below the carriage wound along the hillside next to it, passing through the birch forests on both sides, and they soon came to a main road. The bumps just now disappeared instantly, replaced by the speed increase brought by the soft soil and grass.

A little more than 10 minutes later, three carriages of Hott and Holmes stopped at the gate of No. 12 Milk Can Road.

Actually, this place can't be considered a door, because the gate had been demolished long ago, leaving only a pile of useless rusty iron frames. If it weren't for the house number nailed to the mud wall, the driver might have had to go around twice more.

Seeing the destination, the three drivers finally slowed down, and the horses were panting from exhaustion. Walking slowly inside, we came to the old factory area covered with weeds, where we could see the factory's former logo and slogans about hard work. Further ahead was the No. 2 plant that Kawi mentioned, a place with more than half of the roof missing, leaving only an empty frame.

"Hot? Monsieur Hot de Valmont, good morning!"

As soon as Holt got off the carriage, a strange young man appeared in front of him. He had never seen him before, but the other party could clearly tell his name and identity, as if he had known him for a long time.

Holt thought it was another descendant of some noble family. He might have seen him before but forgot about him. So he greeted him politely and then asked, "Well, good morning, who are you?"

"I'm just a nobody, don't worry about me." The young man took out a pack of cigarettes and was about to hand one over when he remembered that the other party was from the French Valmont family. He tactfully skipped the polite words and said, "Dr. Kavi has been waiting for you inside."

Hott spotted Kavi at a glance. He was standing in the corner of the factory directing several people in black clothes to put things in place: "Doctor Kavi! I'm here!!!"

When Kawi saw him coming, he quickly shouted, "Don't come in, just stay outside the factory. It's quite dangerous here. Just let them move the bodies."

The young man who had just smoked a cigarette reacted immediately. He walked around Holt and called several people out of the factory again: "Didn't you hear what Dr. Kavi said? Hurry up and get two people to move the body. It will be troublesome if his experiment is delayed!"

Holt thought of many possibilities in the carriage, some of which had even formed images and were imprinted in his mind. But he had never thought that someone could help him move the body, which was a dirty job that even the coachman was unwilling to do. Holt suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, walked up to the young man, and almost shook his hand: "Thank you, are you a friend of Dr. Kavi?"

"I guess so." The young man smiled and took two puffs of his cigarette. I knew what he was going to ask, "Casper, Casper Walden."

Hott repeatedly confirmed the other party's first and last name, and he really had no impression of them: "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you. Since you are Dr. Kavi's friend, you are my friend, and my friend in all of Paris!"

After hearing this, Casper immediately thought of the train station bombing that had just ended, and his smile became even brighter: "Paris is a great city, but I'm not that great. I even think Paris doesn't want to have a friend like me."

Huo Te didn't understand what he meant. Just as he was about to ask a few more questions, Kavi's voice came: "Why did you only bring six bodies?"

"Six aren't enough?"

"Of course not!!!"

"You are such a pain in the ass!" Holt said anxiously. "You came to me yesterday afternoon and asked me to find a body with an intact skull and no injuries. You also asked me to bring it here early this morning. It took more than two hours just to find a carriage that was willing to carry the body and then drive all the way here, not to mention the time it took to find the body."

Kavi knew he was being too demanding, but it was the 19th century, so there was nothing he could do: "It's all for the surgery."

"Surgery? What surgery?"

Holt had too few bodies, so Kavi ignored him and called Holmes over: "Come on, forget about the bodies. Tell me about Fisher's condition."

"Uh Fisher he"

Holmes had been busy with Holt all night and had just slept for a while in the carriage, so his mind was still dizzy. He tried his best to move his mind away from the corpse, just like putting a derailed train back on the track, which requires a process: "Oh, right! The inflammation in his eye socket has improved a little, but it is still oozing and the headache is also very severe."

"Where are the vital signs?"

"Blood pressure, heart rate, and breathing are all OK."

"When were they?"

"Just before leaving Paris, around five o'clock, I went to see it specially."

"Okay, this should last until the afternoon."

Holmes said everything he needed to say, and then he talked about Landreth. "Dr. Carvey, you said you wanted to do surgery without my permission. Dr. Landreth was very unhappy."

Kavi then remembered that he had not discussed this with this guy yesterday afternoon, but at this point, it was not something Landreth could control. As long as Kavi wanted to perform surgery, especially a new surgery that had never appeared before, all surgeons in Paris would do their best to help him set the stage, including Landreth himself. "Don't worry about him for now, he will still be the first to put on gloves, masks and leather skirt when he really goes on stage." Kavi continued to ask, "How is the skull anatomy review that I asked you to do?"

"Um, okay"

"Since you are the patient in the bed, you will go on stage with me this afternoon."

"Really???" Holmes was very excited. All his efforts these days were not in vain. "Thank you so much!!!"

Kavi struggled to free himself from his tightly grasped hand, but still a little worried, he warned: "Don't be too happy too soon, this is just a small rule in the surgical ward. After all, the bed doctors know the physical conditions of their patients best. If I find out that you are not capable of standing on the stage, I will kick you off immediately."

"I see."

Kavi looked at the men in black carrying the corpse, walking carelessly without any sense of safety, "Be careful, this is more precious than those yellow bags!!!"

Those people wanted to refute, but were immediately suppressed by Casper: "Are you itching for trouble? You dare not listen to Dr. Kavi? Hurry up and work!!!"

Holt, who was standing nearby, could hear everything, but his attention was all on the yellow thing.

What's that yellow stuff?

Holt felt more and more puzzled and didn't know what Kavi was trying to do.

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In fact, he had asked Holmes last night, but the answer was only a few of Fisher's symptoms, no other clues. What kind of operation should be performed? How to do it? What is the purpose of the corpse? If it is just an autopsy, why come to the suburbs? He didn't know these questions, so he could only hide them in his mind.

Now there is this yellow thing, what is it?
The more Holt thought about it, the more uncertain he felt. He even had a bad feeling. He wanted to know the answer right now, but just as he was about to go forward to ask, he heard the sound of a carriage and horse hooves in the distance.

Compared to the grandiose Hott, this time only a carriage came, and in the carriage sat Lex and Xiaona, who had been traveling through the streets of Paris recently.

"You're finally here. Did you bring the things?" Kavi was excited.

"We got it, but it's quite expensive." Lex and Xiaona took a large sack out of the car and slowly carried it over. "If you can afford the price, it's fine. If you can't afford it, then..."

"How many?"

"These are 3000 francs in total, fixed price." Lex held out his hand. "We paid 1200 francs in advance. That's the third wave of remittances to the kennel. It should be paid today. If you need it urgently, give it to him first. Also, because the goods didn't come from a legitimate source, we have to take the rest of the money back immediately. If we're late, we'll be in trouble."

Since he was in a hurry to collect the final payment, Kavi did not delay and took out his wallet from his pocket: "3000 francs, I don't have enough on hand, can I give it to him when I go back this afternoon?"

Lex shook his head. "No, that guy is a ruthless person. He will definitely settle the score with us if we are late."

"Then I'll write you a note and ask you to go to the bank to get it." Before he finished speaking, Kavi remembered the reaction and work efficiency of the bank president Slang during the "kidnapping". "Okay, okay, I know you are worried about that guy, forget it."

He had no choice but to consult with Holt. Among all the people present, only Holt had such wealth: "President, do you have the money?"

"I brought it. What are you going to do?"

"Lend me 3000 francs, and I'll pay you back when I get back."

This amount of money was nothing to Holt, he always kept some large-denomination banknotes in his wallet for emergencies. But since it was a loan, it had to be meaningful: "You have to tell me what you are going to do later?"

Kavi didn't say much, but opened the sack, revealing the gray-white skulls inside. Some were not completely rotten, and some skin was still left, while others were already covered with green moss. "I'm going to do a field simulation experiment to determine what went wrong with the driver's skull base."

"Simulation." Holt's eyes repeatedly moved between the skull and the yellow object in the factory. "You want to simulate the previous explosion?"

"Only by recreating the scene of the explosion can we simulate the possible damage to the skull caused by the explosion." Kavi had the sack taken away. "So I said that the six bodies you gave me are too few. The number is so small that I can't do any statistical analysis at all."

"Wait, wait." Holt's mind was a little confused: "Where did you get these skulls?"

"I bought it."

"Nonsense, where did you buy it?"

Kavi looked at Lex and Xiaona, the two looked at each other and said, "A black marketeer who specializes in supplying pharmacies."

"It must be the 'King's Dettol' that those crazy people in the UK are addicted to. It's something I haven't seen in years." Holt recalled some bad memories. "It should have been banned after the Anatomy Act came out. Why is it still around?"

Hott was very knowledgeable about these things and even wanted to explain how Europeans enjoyed human brains in the 17th century, but was interrupted by Kavi.

He didn't care about anatomy, and didn't want to know what "King's Drops" and "Human Brain Essence" were. He just wanted to do experiments and simulations, locate fractures as quickly as possible, and determine the surgical approach: "You can look up this kind of thing slowly when you go back. I want money now!"

Hott took out his wallet and gave him six 500-franc notes.

Kavi turned around and was about to enter the factory when he suddenly remembered something. He pointed at the carriage behind Hott and said, "I almost forgot. The explosion started from inside the carriage. You take the horse away, and the other three carriages must stay."

In Paris, Sunday means a day of enjoyment for everyone, and the morning of June 6th started out as sunny and bright as countless Sunday mornings.

The church bells echoed over the city early in the morning, and the churches were filled with people attending the worship. Shops, cafes, and restaurants were doing business as usual, and the several newly built parks in Haussmann were packed with people.

But the most exaggerated one is still one of the iconic buildings in Paris, the Louvre Museum. Because it is only open to the public on Sundays, every Sunday, people from all walks of life will gather here, as if everyone in Paris loves art.

It seems that the whole of Paris has escaped the shadow of the train station bombing.

However, what no one expected was that just after 8 o'clock, a noise was heard from the southern suburbs of the city.

(End of this chapter)