Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 469 465. August Recovery Syrup
Amadeo, Duke of Aosta, was the second son and third child of King Vittorio Emanuele II of Italy.

The eldest sister, Princess Maria Clotilde, married Prince Napoleon, who was 15 years old at the time and the organizer of this World Expo, at the age of 37. The second brother, Umberto, was the first heir to the Savoy Dynasty, the current Duke of Savoy and the future King of Italy.

Compared to Italy, which was plagued by internal and external troubles, his hard-working father, and his brother Umberto, who was defeated in Lombardy during the Austro-Prussian War, Amadeo was a person who could do nothing.

This time, due to the embarrassing situation at home, he was the only one who came to Paris.

He had heard of Venetia's name before, and his father had publicly stated that she was the most enchanting beauty in all of Europe. Na San was fascinated by her, and princes and nobles fell on her bed one after another, unable to extricate themselves.

Amadeo knew that there was some truth in his father's words, and Venetia was indeed beautiful. But more of it was a double entendre. After all, her name was the same as Venetia, where Venice was located, and the latter was still firmly in the hands of Austria.

When her father saw her, it was as if he saw his homeland in Italy, and it reminded him that he must unify Italy during his lifetime.

Unfortunately, the unexpected draw in the Austro-Prussian War did not bring any benefits to Italy. The historical "Vienna Peace Treaty" was divided into the "New Olmutz Peace Treaty" between Prussia and Austria and the "Venice Peace Treaty" between Austria and Italy. The Venetia region that should have been returned to Italy still belonged to Vienna, and Lombardy, which was obtained in 1860, was also taken away due to Umberto's incompetence.

He had hoped that Prussia would help him get justice, but the old William's soft pressure was ineffective. He was so eager to get his son back that he finally admitted the situation. After that, King Vittorio consulted with Nathaniel, hoping to imitate what he had done eight years ago and get Vienna to compromise and give up Lombardy. At most, he could just give more bargaining chips.

Lombardy has always been a part of Austria's territory that protrudes to the southwest corner. It is a soft spot sandwiched between France, Switzerland, Italy and Austria, and has often suffered from uprisings and unrest. It is neither worth eating nor abandoning, and it is quite difficult to manage.

Vittorio felt that as long as enough benefits were offered, Austria would agree.

Unexpectedly, Austria was very persistent in its pursuit of Lombardy for some reason, and its attitude was extremely tough, refusing to exchange it no matter what was offered. It was even unwilling to participate in the subsequent peace talks, and the matter was left unresolved.

This made Italy very uncomfortable, and the already extremely turbulent domestic situation worsened. Umberto was criticized for his poor command, and Vittorio seemed exhausted because he did not have enough political talent.

Unlike the father and son who were determined to unify Italy, Amadeo, who was born without any real power, lived a very free and easy life. He had no pressure of being an heir and no psychological burden.

In his opinion, if he couldn't get Venice back, he shouldn't take it. Italy would still be Italy even if it lost a piece of land, and it wouldn't affect his life. Instead of going through all the trouble to beg for it, he might as well settle for the next best thing and enjoy his life.

In fact, it's the same thing when you get into Venice's bed.

Long before he married his current wife, he had set his sights on this graceful woman. It didn't matter if his status could not be compared with the three emperors, the Prince of Wales and other royal nobles, as long as he could "conquer" this woman, even if it was only for one night.

It happened that night, but the result was not good.

Perhaps because the French meal was too rich, Amadeo, who ate two large bowls of oysters, did not perform well, and this night was wasted. And he and Venetia's next night had not yet been scheduled on each other's schedule, and they didn't know when they would have to wait.

But this night was not completely fruitless, at least he got to know Kavi.

"Kavi. Surgery"

Amadeo sat in the carriage back to the hotel, holding a report about Kavi's new surgery, and imagining Kavi performing surgery on him. To be honest, he never thought that his extremely healthy body would need surgery one day, and even taking medicine was extremely rare.

He put the newspaper aside and stared at Kavi's photo, struggling with whether to listen to Venetia and have the surgery.

If the operation is to be performed, it is necessary to find Kawi himself, as no one else has the skills to do so. After finding someone, it is necessary to convince him to serve you, which may cost a lot of money. Money is a small matter, but whether the operation itself is dangerous, whether it will be very painful after the operation, and whether you may need to rest for a while.
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Amadeo's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden thought, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself: "The operation is secondary, how to find Kavi is the key! How could I be so stupid that I didn't ask her where Dr. Kavi is."

With his connections in Paris, going to the Prince of Wales was the most direct and convenient way. But he had just slept with Venetia for the night, and it felt strange to go and disturb their date. Although he was "sure" that Venetia would not tell the Prince of Wales about her performance that night, could he really believe this "certainty".

Similar doubts troubled Amadeo, and it was not until he was half a block away from the hotel that he found a way out of the dilemma.

"I don't think surgery is necessary. I didn't have this problem in Italy, and I was fine on my wedding night. It might just be a temporary symptom."

He quickly used this self-comfort to solve the ability problem that had troubled him all night. However, to be safe, Amadeo still wanted to see an authoritative internist.

There must be a doctor accompanying the Italian diplomatic team that came to Paris, but he was unwilling to tell them about his condition. If he told them, the Italian newspapers might publish strange remarks such as "The Duke of Aosta is not able to work at night" the next day.

After much deliberation, he finally chose the Hôtel-Dieu, intending to make a temporary visit to the chief physician of internal medicine, August.

The entire morning of the internal medicine department was devoted to ward rounds, medical advice and case discussions, and outpatient clinics were usually put in the afternoon. But Amadeo was a duke, and he couldn't be dismissed with a simple "I'm busy, come back in the afternoon."

Fortunately, Augustus was also of noble birth, and had some royal blood. No one knew how much, but he had some. Facing the heir of the Savoy dynasty, he would still be respectful, but whether to meet the other party's needs depended on his mood: "Mr. Duke, I am still doing clinical reception and teaching. Are you in a hurry?"

"Yes, it's urgent." Amadeo had never been to the hospital before and seemed a little nervous.

August asked purely out of politeness. No matter what the answer was, the end result would be the same: "I will see you after I finish this clinical class."

Amadeo didn't understand this at all, and wanted to know the specific time: "How long will it take?"

"About half an hour." "That long." Amadeo continued, "I'm really in a hurry."

"Yes, I know. Go sit in my office for a while." August smiled and asked the nurse to take him out. "I will come to see you after class!"

Amadeo had no choice but to nod and agree.

He left the teaching ward and did not go to the office, but stood in the corridor and kept trying to train his verbal expression skills. He was still quite confident in speaking, but he felt powerless to accurately express his male symptoms in detail and elegantly.

This feeling of powerlessness kept urging him on and forcing him to keep improving.

He kept repeating several sentences, taking off his white gloves and putting them back on his hands, then taking them off again and putting them back on again. Gradually, his tongue began to get tied up and his mind became more and more confused. He knew the problem was with the gloves, and in order to overcome this habit, he could only stuff the gloves into his trouser pockets.

The decorative trouser pocket was originally shallow, and it suddenly bulged out a big bulge, which looked very strange, but it deeply attracted Amadeo's attention.

He really liked the unnatural bulging look. If it were harder, more shaped, and more centered, it would be just like...
"Do not!!!"

Amadeo screamed in his throat, then suddenly raised his hand and slapped his forehead hard: "No, the old problem has come back again!!! It's all because of that old pervert, taking me to that kind of place, (the white gloves are getting dirty again) ah! How could such a pious and beautiful sister marry such a perverted old man! It's disgusting! Disgusting!!!"

"Sir, sir, what's wrong with you?" A nurse came forward to help him, "Do you need me to call a doctor for you?"

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"Oh, no, thanks!"

Amadeo quickly pulled out the gloves that didn't fit in his pocket, gave her a very reluctant smile, and then turned and left the medical ward. He found a secluded corner in the garden, folded the gloves into small pieces, and stuffed them into the gap of his waistband, which calmed his anxious state of mind.

Then practice again and again
Almost half an hour later, he returned to the hospital and appeared in August's office: "Dr. August, you are the chief physician here and the best internal medicine doctor in Paris. I can only rely on you."

"You say it."

"Actually, I came here today because I'm not satisfied with my abilities, and I hope to improve them through medication." Amadeo's voice became smaller and smaller, until it was so small that even a mosquito couldn't hear it.

August had seen too many young men like this before. He lowered his head and looked down at him: "What kind of ability is it?"

"Correct."

"But judging from the amount of hair on your beard and head, there should be no problem with your ability." August looked at Amadeo, who was eager to gain power, and knew that he had to give him something to fulfill his wish. "Do you need hardness? Duration? Or..."

"Abilities in all aspects." Amadeo made further cuts based on what he had practiced before, "I want more comprehensive strength, at least far beyond the standards of an ordinary man."

Ordinary standard?
August was in a dilemma.

He didn't know how this thing could have so-called ordinary standards. Isn't it all up to fate? "Ordinary people's standards don't apply to you. You have higher requirements and higher standards. It's better to follow your requirements."

"This"

Now it was Amadeo's turn to be in trouble.

He didn't expect the famous Dr. August to throw the question back to him, and asked for an exact time. How should he answer? How much time is normal? If I ask for less, will he despise me? If I ask for more, will he say I'm greedy? What if...
"Okay, okay, I'll give you a prescription first. You try it first." August didn't want to waste any more time, so he took a prescription from the desk and wrote a few lines on it. "Turn right after you leave the hospital. You will see a pharmacy after crossing the street. Just give this paper to them and pay 15 francs."

"Does that stuff work?"

"Of course, it's my secret recipe, 'August Restoration Syrup'." August gave a very typical example, "There was a patient who was about your age before. After getting married, he had a 'brotherly exchange' with his wife for 18 months. After taking this medicine, he can do it every 3-4 days. The only side effect is that he can't stop taking the medicine."

[Special instructions from August]:

1. Two bottles of Auguste Restoration Syrup (65ml), take 5ml orally every day
2. Cold water bath, half an hour, qd
3. Exercise more and eat vegetarian food
4. Stop using your hands - wear loose pants. If you still can't do that, use a rope to tie the small thing to your thigh.
5. Follow-up visit after two weeks

This was no big deal for Amadeo, so he took the prescription, said "thank you" and left.

According to his original plan, he would go back to the hotel and follow the doctor's advice to see the enhancement effect. But things always change when they seem to be close to the end. Something that was originally unattainable may suddenly appear in front of you, making people feel uncomfortable.

As soon as he walked out of the office door, a young man ran in beside him. He simply knocked on the door, walked in, and greeted him in one breath: "Teacher! Teacher! Dr. Kavi just came to the hospital! He is going to do an autopsy in the autopsy room to prepare for the operation in two days. He is asking someone to clean it now, and he said that the place must be thoroughly cleaned."

"Oh." August understood his intention immediately. "And then?"

"I want to take an afternoon off and go to the surgical anatomy room to see how the surgery department handles patients like that." The young man was excited but also a little embarrassed. He felt that it was not a good idea to do this, but he couldn't help but do it. "I just asked Dr. Kavi and he agreed."

He spoke frankly and without any ulterior motives, revealing everything he had done and what he was going to do. It seemed frank and unpretentious, but it was a taboo. At least the chief physician of the Grand Palace Hospital had to have some dignity: "If I remember correctly, you should be an intern physician now."