Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 468 464. The Third Apology Letter
In the mid-to-late 19th century, when there were not many entertainment options, newspaper quarrels were often a good daily pastime. Many people liked to hang out in bars and cafes, drinking wine and coffee, and commenting on the bigwigs in the newspapers.

The two apology letters from Danai and Holmes are the most typical entertainment items in the news media - a war of words.

However, unlike the other parties who tore each other apart and then ignited the whole situation, the news attributes of Holmes and Danai were very low.

Holmes was an American student who no one cared about. He didn't have a wealthy father or a noble mother. He was just an ordinary person with some spare money. Although Darnay was a noble and held an important administrative position, he had no charm and lived a rigid life. He could not be the protagonist of a serious newspaper, and gossip never bothered him.

So much so that when the two names appear, most people have to ask "Who is this?"

This is also the direct reason why many newspapers are unwilling to add supplements and evening editions just for two inexplicable apology letters.

Because of the connection with Carvey's surgery, as the person in the apology letter, he still gained some attention at the beginning of the public opinion. Because of the class difference between the two people, people would imagine the course of events or speculate on the direction of the final outcome.

But if they want to continue to ignite public opinion and maintain the heat of the whole thing, they must lead the incident to Kavi. For the sake of sales, newspapers want to see this, and for the sake of payment, news writers also want to write this way.

When all the media people were going crazy, taking three set the tone for the whole thing.

In France before 1789, the Bourbon Court was undoubtedly the nerve center of French society. The royal family strictly prohibited freedom of speech throughout France and supported the monarch's irrefutable supreme power.

After Louis XVI said goodbye to the French people, the nerve center was damaged and the French press, without strict censorship, gradually replaced the role previously played by His Majesty. The rise of daily and weekly publications contributed to the rise of public opinion, replacing the judgment and favor of the monarch.

It can create a reputation, but it can also destroy it in an instant. It can easily give someone prestige, but it can also take it away in an instant, leaving someone in disgrace.

In a sense, Nasan can be considered a tough guy as he was able to temporarily put a pause on this momentum.

The news of his surgery "coincidentally" appeared after the two apology letters, which showed that the Emperor stood on Kawi's side. But in fact, it was Hott who stood on Kawi's side, and it was he who suggested the news of the Emperor's surgery. The "coincidence" was completely for Na San.

He soon realized this and quickly changed his attitude.

No monarch would easily stand for someone, especially when Kawi was at the peak of his career. Nasan announced the surgery time and expressed his position on the surface, but secretly did not draw a clear line with the newspapers and media. In other words, he did not draw a clear line with the media in time, so that in the next half a month, the entire press was completely free to deal with Kawi.

Freedom is real freedom, but it also means real chaos. Kavi, a top star, has become the center of the war of words.

Unlike previous stories that focused only on his surgical skills, this time the focus has to be on other things, such as his personality, his interpersonal relationships, his daily life and his family.

There are more than ten kinds of adjectives to describe personality and behavior. Some of the most common ones include "old-fashioned", "cold and aloof", "gloomy", "emotionally unstable", "very irritable at work", "only interested in close people", etc.

If you include interpersonal relationships and family life, there are many directions in which you can expand.

"Use any means necessary", "abuse of power", "half crazy", "hysterical devil", "no woman", "unidentified origin", "false aristocracy", "country bumpkin with no rules".
In the end, he even reported the kidnapping that started off well but ended badly in the newspapers, saying that his "kidnapping" was a self-directed and self-acted act to win everyone's sympathy and get a VIP seat. At the same time, it was also to build momentum for his return to Paris during the World Expo.

Of course, there are more praises behind these discordant voices.

Although there may sometimes be rifts between these voices of praise and they may dislike each other, at this critical juncture they are unprecedentedly united.

The first to charge was naturally the [Love Alliance].

The beauties who were captivated by Kavi's beauty showed their own powerful energy. They not only hired writers to write articles to "vindicate" Kavi, but also collected all kinds of explosive information and directed their spearheads at Danai, hostile newspaper editors, writers, and anyone who was hostile to Kavi.

The most typical example is the front-page headline of Le Figaro one day.

It was by no means the most aggressive, but it was the first to attack and the most widespread. The article was commissioned on the evening of July 7, finalized on the 2rd, and published in Le Figaro early in the morning of July 3, basically offending everyone except themselves.

But this report did not receive any rebuke from others, but instead aroused support from the Paris surgical community, the art community and many aristocratic friends. In the same rhythm, on the morning of the 6th, a joint statement of support was placed on the dining tables of all Parisians.

The target of this attack was more targeted, and it was directed at the Minister of Economy, Danai Gabiadini. They were both nobles, and their status was equal. The other party attacked his friend, so he naturally couldn't be a coward and hide behind a woman.

Then several newspapers that attacked Kawi joined forces with several celebrities in Danai to launch a counterattack.
On the evening of the 16th, Na San finally put an end to this war of words.

To outsiders, the real ending was to warn a few newspapers that slandered Kavi without reason, and then have the police arrest a few unscrupulous tabloid writers and lock them up for a few days. But in fact, inviting Danai to the palace on the morning of the 17th and solving the source of the problem was the real end of the matter.

"Danai."

Na San put down the newspaper helplessly, scratched the skin at the corner of his eye with his fingers, and then said straight to the point: "You should know why I called you over. What happened before was a small matter. We've made a fuss, so let's just forget it."

When Danai saw the news about Emperor Na San's surgery, he had already foreseen this result. However, the confrontation in the past half month gave him a glimmer of hope, hoping that public opinion would stand on his side and influence Na San's final decision.

Unfortunately, the two-week public opinion war did not produce any substantial results and even aroused the disgust of many passers-by.

They didn't care about the truth of the matter, or the outcome of the matter, but only cared about who started the war of public opinion and polluted their eyes. The result was self-evident. The trigger was the two apology letters from Darnay and Holmes. The two letters accounted for an unequal proportion of the total, with Darnay, the nobleman, accounting for at least 80%.

Public opinion does not depend on who has the loudest voice, but on who is more likely to win over passers-by.

"Your Majesty." Danai lowered his head slightly, feeling unwilling, "I understand. Is there anything you need me to do?"

"Write another apology letter, just like you wrote to the American kid, but this time it's a real apology." Na San looked at his slightly trembling body and sighed, "I know you are not convinced and have lost the face of the nobles, but I have tried my best."

Try your best?

Danai said nothing.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would blurt out the "surgery news" that was stuck in his throat. Na San was not Kawi. His seemingly magnanimous appearance could not cover up his narrow-mindedness and vicious means. If he aroused the monarch's wrath, he might even lose his hard-earned position as Minister of Economy, which would be a loss.

Danai thought about it again and again, thinking of many feasible and infeasible ways, and finally nodded: "I understand."

"When are you going to put it in the newspaper?" Na Sanbu pressed him, not even using a tone that was negotiating with him. "Tomorrow? Or the day after tomorrow? You have to give me a specific time. I personally suggest that you put it in the newspaper early tomorrow morning. There's still time now."

Danai was confused. He had already agreed, so there was no way he could go back on his word. What was the difference between tomorrow and the day after tomorrow? Why did he have to set a time limit?

He slowly raised his head and frowned: "Your Majesty, I don't understand."

"What's there to not understand? I'm doing this for your own good." Na San moved the newspaper away, picked up a folded piece of letter paper, and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

"Invitation card?"

"Yes, the invitation. Do you know who gave it to you?"

"Kavi's? No! It shouldn't be him. From what I know about him, he won't waste your time on an operation." Danai was just irrational, not stupid. He guessed the answer immediately, "It's from the Surgical Association! Hot wrote it!!!"

"That's right." Na San spread out the letter paper, "[Dr. Kavi will perform the world's first abdominal aortic aneurysm resection and repair surgery in the operating theater of the Hôtel-Dieu on July 7. The association sincerely invites you to visit the site to watch the operation and witness the surgical miracle appearing again in the city of Paris.]"

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Danai had known that Holt was on Kavey's side, but he had never thought it would go this far. Thinking back on the past, he suddenly realized that perhaps Holt's shadow was also in the statement about the "surgery news".

"Your Majesty, you are not really going?"

"As you said before, Dr. Kavi won't waste my time on an operation." He took three invitations, folded them again, and put them in the desk drawer. "I'm a superfluous person. If I go, I'll just put pressure on him. There's no need for that."

"I understand." Danai nodded. "It seems that the Palace Hospital will issue a notice for the operation in the next two days. You want me to give up before then. At least it will be more decent than giving up in the face of everyone's saliva after the notice comes out and changes the direction of public opinion."

"You're really smart, just like your father." Na San looked calm on the surface, but he was furious on the inside. "But why are you holding on to such a small matter?"

Darnay stood up straight and looked at the golden eagle in the center of the tricolor flag behind Na San, which symbolized the Bonaparte family. "I am a descendant of Gabiadini. My father taught me to never bring shame to the family emblem."

"The descendants of Gabiadini are all warriors who have rolled out of the battlefield. The family emblem on their collars is covered with mud from the trenches, but they have never brought shame to the family emblem of Gabiadini."

Na San stood up, walked quickly to Danai, and poked the blue castle on his chest with his finger: "But you, you clamored to duel with others just because you fell down, and you wanted to use public opinion to crush a genius in the surgical field! You... You really..."

Danai lowered his head unconsciously again, his face looked very ugly. He knew he was wrong from the beginning, but he just wanted to take a gamble. Now that he lost the bet, he had to give up all the stakes and accept the failure: "I was wrong!"

"The apology letter will be published in the newspaper tomorrow. Let's leave Paris in September when the weather is cooler."

"What?" Darnay couldn't believe his ears. "Your Majesty."

"The excavation of the Suez Canal is nearing completion. I need you to stay in Egypt for a while and help the Consul in Egypt, Baron Lesseps, solve the funding problem."

Seeing that he wanted to say something, Na San pointed to the blue castle on his collar again and said, "Don't just focus on the small things in front of you. Broaden your horizons and look at the long term! France has waited too long for this canal! Think about the reaction of Paris after it is officially opened, and then think about how your family got the title!"

"I, I understand."

Unlike most people who were holding newspapers and carefully reading the two apology letters, Paris is so big that there are always a few people who don't care about the public opinion war and only care about their own lives.

Kawi is definitely one of them.

He was working hard on the allogeneic vascular transplantation experiment. The past half month was the critical time for the results of the transplantation operation, so he had no time to care about such things. Of course, even if there was no experiment, he had no interest in the news and public opinion. As for those vicious comments, he was already used to them.

The words that can be published in newspapers at least have a touch of literary temperament, and are less aggressive than mosquitoes. Emergency surgeons who have experienced modern medicine have seen everything, and their psychological quality is even more stable than the titanium alloy implanted in human tissue.

Apart from Kavi, many nobles who had little interaction with him and many people in the upper social circles were also not interested in this war of words.

For example, on the morning of the 19th, Venetia was lying on the bed in the apartment, covered only with a thin blanket. And the Duke of Aosta was also lying on the bed in the apartment, without even a thin blanket.

"You're not leaving yet?!" Venice said with a smile, "You've been sleeping here all night, it's about time you leave. If you don't leave now, I will have to leave, otherwise I will miss Bertie's breakfast."

"He calls me Bertie, which is very affectionate."

"Haha, are you jealous?" Venetia was a few years older than him, but when she laughed she looked just like his sister. "But you don't have to be discouraged. There is at least one thing he can't compare to you. Maybe he will never be able to do that in this lifetime."

Duke Aosta turned his head quickly: "Oh? What point?"

Venetia knew all about the gossips of these noble royal families: "You couldn't help but come to me within two months of your marriage, but he persisted for a full six months."

"Can this be compared?"

The Duke of Aosta envied the Prince of Wales, but he was more dissatisfied with his own little head. But even if he was dissatisfied, what could he do? When the time came, he could only pull up his pants and leave.

"Why don't you go ask Dr. Kavi? He's a medical expert." Venetia felt that she couldn't let the Duke go and wanted to keep this clue. "I heard someone talking about this last time. I think they can help you."

"Kavi."