Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 5 5. Broken Arm Venus

No matter the age, surgeons are not resting on their laurels.They need to keep thinking about their patients' operations, constantly improve their skills, and develop and create new surgical methods, so imagination has always been an indispensable thing in surgery.

Ignaz is the most famous surgeon in Austria, with a mind far beyond ordinary people and the ability to accept new surgical techniques.

But even with his extraordinary imagination, he would never have imagined that there would be young people pretending to be his students.And the most outrageous thing is that the reason given by the other party makes him unable to refuse at all.

"What did you just say?"

"I say that your anatomy collection is an indelible treasure in the history of anatomy, the cornerstone of anatomical development, and an indispensable ladder on the path of surgeon progress."

The young man spoke impassionedly, looked at the corner of the office at a 45-degree angle with his head, and even used body language.Putting one hand on his chest, the other hand stretched forward with an admiring gaze, and his voice was eloquent:

"I think that everyone who has read this book should be regarded as your student, otherwise it is a blasphemy against surgery!"

Ignaz was stunned. After looking at him for a long time, thousands of words came to his mind, only one sentence remained: So vernünftig! (Too TM sensible!)

The number of students is the most intuitive manifestation of a lecturer's ability. Anyone who is a lecturer at the University of Vienna's School of Medicine hopes that his class can attract enough students to fill the class, and Ignaz is no exception.

But he is only a surgeon after all.

To put it mildly, he is a doctor, but he is not a doctor at all compared to a gentleman physician in a tuxedo and a top hat.The surgeon who evolved from a barber can only hug the pharmacist who evolved from a drug seller to keep warm. (1)

That is to say, the title of baron on his body added a touch of color to Ignatz, coupled with his excellent surgical skills, otherwise he was just a professional who nested in the theater doing amputation and gravel every day.

He knew that the other party was flattering, but the force of this slap was too deep, and the slap was just right.At this time, I went to take a closer look at his appearance, and there were bonus points everywhere on his not ugly face. If he changed his clothes again, he would be able to use the word "handsome".

Such an outstanding young man, such a good student who was willing to spend time studying his anatomy collection, how could Ignatz have the heart not to come forward to vouch for it.

"Inspector Witt, I think there must be some misunderstanding in it. As my student, it is impossible for him to commit such a crime"

Kavi was wrapped in a shabby black coat and sat opposite Ignatz.

Clothes are long dresses made of high-quality wool, the daily clothing of celebrities and gentlemen when they go out in winter, with fine workmanship and high prices.Naturally, the bottom of the society like Kawei couldn't afford it, and it was a sin to even take a look at it, which was snatched from his previous work.

The location is in a garbage dump outside the golf course in the eastern suburbs, the spoils of a friendly exchange with two homeless men before he died.

The original owner of the clothes must have been very rich, but they threw it away just because there was a tear in the sleeve.Now it's Kavey's body. Although the size is not suitable, it is decent enough.

The long ragged sleeves can cover more than half of the palm, and after the buttons are put on, the shoulders and waist look loose.Perhaps in order to prevent being snatched away, the clothes were deliberately covered with a layer of fine dust, creating a cheap feeling and looking very old.

He just sat in the corner, listening to what Ignatz and Werther said without saying a word.

For Carvey, from the time he crossed to No. 73 Basinger Street, the whole afternoon can only be described as magical.

Not long after the man in black who called himself "Mick" left, he was shot back by a team of policemen at home.I thought it was just a few more questions, but the leader, Werther, brought him back without saying a word.

There was no particular reason, no evidence, just that he was suspicious.

In this day and age, the low-wage working class has no place in this city.In order to protect himself, Carvey can only use the anatomy book on the table as a shield, and use "surgery apprentice" to mention his identity. After all, with his knowledge of anatomy and surgery, being an apprentice is more than enough.

However, he had just arrived at the police station and bumped into Ignatz himself, which was simply unlucky.
But from another point of view, this might not be an opportunity.Anyway, I'm going to the hospital to find a job. Now if I can rely on the knowledge of anatomy to rely on the mountain of Ignatz, the next application process will be much smoother.

Carvey's instant nineteenth-century sycophant lifted Ignatz to heights he'd always dreamed of but were far from reaching.

Luckily, the other party seems to be particularly fond of this set.Then, after a few more rounds of eye contact, the two quickly reached a very subtle tacit understanding on the issue of whether they were surgical apprentices.

Ignaz took the milk tea from the little policeman and explained: "I have seen the female corpse, and I have also consulted Musil's opinion. From an anatomical point of view, it should be caused by a fall from a high place. .”

"Are you sure?" Werther was a little unconvinced, "Dr. Musil didn't come to a conclusion when it was first delivered."

"I'm sure."

Ignatz's sentence must be helping Kavi and helping himself at the same time.As long as the case is determined to be a suicide, he will soon be able to get the corpse, killing two birds with one stone: "This is my personal opinion, and it is only for Inspector Witt's reference."

Werther is the inspector of the police station, and he is usually slippery. In such a situation, it is impossible for the egg to hit a rock hard.

He looked at the two of them and laughed: "Well, since Baron Ignatz said it, I have no reason not to believe it. I was a little abrupt. It seems that it was indeed a misunderstanding, and there is no need to make any records."

"Then I can go?"

"Okay, no problem." Witt nodded and stood up suddenly, walked behind Carvey, and put his hand on his shoulder, "But before I leave, I hope you can answer me a question."

"what is the problem?"

"73 Basinger Street, which is where you live, how many rooms are there on the first floor of that building?"

"Four."

"Is your 301 and Rosa's 302 next to each other?"

"Correct."

"You said you were sleeping?"

"Correct."

"You didn't wake up when Rosa fell?"

"No."

"Then why did a passerby on the street say that after Rosa fell from the building, he saw someone poking his head out from the third floor and looking downstairs?" Werther is not tall, only about 1.7 meters tall, but his deep voice is particularly oppressive. , "The location is next door to Rosa's 302!"

Carvey did go out to have a look. After all, he just came here, so he must know why the siren was blowing downstairs.

No matter before or after the time travel, I have nothing to do with Rosa, and there is no need to hide in the first place.But the arrival of the man in black completely disrupted all this, and finally he could only lie that he was sleeping.

Thinking of his identity and Werther's previous attitude, it was impossible for Carvey to confess the man in black, so he could only continue to insist: "I was too scared at the time, and I was afraid that you would catch me back."

Carvey tightened his coat tightly, curled up and looked particularly aggrieved: "Because there will be an exam at the Vienna Academy of Fine Arts tomorrow, I specially quit my job and stayed at home to practice. In case it really delays the exam because of this, me."

"Inspector Witt."

Ignatz also stood up, and said solemnly: "He can be counted as half of my student, and I am obliged to help him. If you don't have conclusive evidence in your hand, I hope you can let him go. A diligent artist Young people who practice and study human anatomy should not be treated like this."

Werther was empty-handed, and naturally there was no evidence.

Now the only thing that can be regarded as a clue is Rosa's diary, which records a love affair in detail.From the vigorous opening to the sad ending, it only lasted three months.The main reason is that her boyfriend has a new love and wants to break up, and Rosa wants to keep him, so the relationship becomes entangled.

From the motive point of view, the boyfriend is not a reason for not killing people, and the tenants of No. 73 can often see a man in black coming in and out.

It's just that the man in black is nowhere to be found, and Rosa's boyfriend can't be found, so he can only pick bones from the records of some inquiries, and find Carvey to continue the questioning.

Now that Ignatz is putting pressure on him, and he has no evidence in his hands, Werther can only let go: "Since the baron has said so, how can he keep him again. Come on, I will take you out, just go out and talk to the coachman, let him go He takes you home."

This seemingly reasonable approach actually reflects Werther's reluctance.

On this short journey of just over a minute, he posed another "difficulty" to Carvey: "You should know about the broken-arm Venus now hidden in the Louvre in France, it is the treasure of the museum. "

"Well, I know, I was lucky enough to see the sketches of other famous painters."

"I've always had a question. I asked several painters before but didn't get an answer. Since you say you are a student of Baron Ignatz, you should know more about human anatomy than other art students, right?"

"This..." Carvey felt that he had stepped into a pit, "it should be."

"Where are the two arms of Venus with broken arms?"

Carvey quickly pointed to his arm from memory: "Here."

"Where is this place?"

"The right hand is the middle and upper 1/3 of the upper arm, and the left hand is severed from the shoulder peak down."

Werther was not satisfied with this answer: "Can you be more specific? Artistic anatomy is also about muscle anatomy, right? Can you tell me which muscle it is?"

"Do you have to be more specific?"

"Yes, be more specific, otherwise how can you count as the baron's student."

Karvey nodded, sorted out the order of the cross-sections in his mind, then touched his upper and lower lips, and started running the train:

"Venus' right arm broke the front biceps and brachialis, the rear triceps, the humerus and two major blood vessels in the middle. The left arm is more complicated, the deltoid is broken, split The shoulder joint capsule was broken, along with the infraspinatus muscle and teres minor muscle on the back of the shoulder. The triceps must also be broken, as well as the deep brachial artery and posterior humeral circumflex artery.”

Werther's expression became worse the more he heard it. Seeing that he was talking vigorously, he could only interrupt his speech: "Okay, okay, I see, thank you."

"Oh, if the inspector still has this kind of problem in the future, he can come to me again."

Werther was so embarrassed by the show that he could only clear his throat twice, and ran to call the coachman to send him away as soon as possible.Suddenly, Ignatz, who was behind him, came up and took his arm with one hand: "Detective, you go to work first, I'll just see him off."

　(1) In the early nineteenth century, surgeons were still called barbers, out of place in the ranks of gentlemen everywhere.They couldn't join the doctor's club, and the operation was done in a theater outside the hospital, just to win the attention of the aristocracy and earn the audience's admission fee.These conditions began to slowly improve in the middle of the nineteenth century, when surgery was advancing by leaps and bounds. In the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, surgeons had completely solved the problems of hemostasis and anesthesia, and their status kept pace with that of physicians.

　　
　
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