There are very limited patients who dare to lie on the operating table on weekdays, but surgeons still have time to work and still need to rely on dissection and exercise techniques in their spare time. People who are obsessed with surgery like Watman and his son have even less time.

Since Ignaz started studying medicine, the two of them have changed from once every two or three days to once a week, which means they have agreed to meet each other during the mass on Sunday.

When Ignaz graduated and entered the Municipal General Hospital and started working, it gradually became once a month. Until now, they met like the regular meeting of the college, and it was fixed at once every three months.

After getting the address, Kavi said thank you and quickly left the Academy of Surgery, leaving the father and son in the office.

"how are things?"

The first one was Watman. Although he kept writing about his own things, he still left a place for his son: "Are you used to living in the hospital?"

Ignaz knew what he was going to ask, and intentionally or unintentionally reduced the number of words to the answer, and seemed absent-minded: "It's okay."

"I heard that Alina has returned to her home."

".Um."

Watman stopped writing, looked up at his slightly depressed look, hesitated for a moment and wanted to ask about the current status of his son's marriage: "Alina will never do anything. It's true that you don't need to ask this.

You have a problem!"

"."

"What happened?"

"It's nothing, either." Ignaz deliberately avoided.

"There is a woman outside?"

Ignaz blinked, not denying or affirming: "Don't worry."

As the pillar of the surgery department of the Municipal General Hospital, Ignaz also serves as the vice president here. He is under the title of the strongest surgeon and is under great pressure. Watman knows the feeling of being determined to cure diseases but not being able to save people.

: "You don't think she will go home if she wastes this way."

"We all have jobs, and it's good now."

Watman sighed, threw away the quill in his hand, and had basically guessed the truth: "I have so many advantages, why don't you learn something good?"

"Why didn't I learn well?" Ignaz replied, and suddenly frowned, "Wait! What does it mean to learn? It turns out that my achievements are all learned by you?"

Watman was too lazy to argue with him, so he just reached out to pick up the photo frame on the table, stared at the photo of the woman inside and looked at it again: "What's the use of explaining it, but I've just followed my old path?"

Ignaz sighed: "Let's change the topic."

"What else can I talk about? After talking, I'm the young man who came out of nowhere." Watman complained and couldn't help asking again, "He is really only 17 years old?"

"His previous employment certificate stated the date of birth," said Ignaz. "Besides, if you say that face, no one will believe it."

Even after seeing the real person, Watman couldn't believe Kavi's age.

That was the Municipal General Hospital, who signed a contract with the theater. Except for those nobles, almost every operation had to be performed in the theater. Faced with so many eyes, I had to explain a few words from time to time, which was much more tiring than sleeping in a small room for surgery.

.

"I doubted it half a month ago, and found it strange, but there was no way." Ignaz spread his hands, "We couldn't help but believe it. God gave him the gift of this bowl of rice."

At this time, Kawei had already returned to the hospital in a hurry.

Mick had said before that since he gave him a certificate of inheritance of his title, he had to save Li Ben, so he had to confirm Li Ben's wound at any time.

Back at the ward, Kavey took the medical record and the equipment box for debunking, and first came to Alphonse who was lying at the door: "Mr. Alphonse, what do you think today?"

"You said ass?"

"right."

"It's much better." Alphons saw that he looked relaxed, and hurriedly said, "It's better to care about the German than you care about me."

Kawei was holding Li Ben's medical record: "I'm about to ask you, how is his situation today?"

"I was not in good spirits." Alphons looked a little restless. "I ate some vegetable soup and bread at noon, and didn't even drink much of the wine I sent."

"This is how fever is." Kawei looked at the temperature value in the record sheet and asked, "Is there any other situation?"

"Isn't this the nurse supposed to ask?"

Kawei couldn't describe the nurses' work: "I asked, but I didn't ask anything, so I wanted to try it out for you, after all, I'm your mortal enemy."

Alphons shook his head helplessly: "He has slept for a day and there is really nothing to say."

"Okay, I get it."

Seeing that Kavi was leaving, Alphons was a little worried: "I think he is almost out of reach for this?"

"If the temperature cannot drop for another three or four days, the situation will become very troublesome." Kawi also agreed with his judgment, "but this has always been like this incision ulceration, which is corroded into the body little by little, and the process is very painful."

Alphons was so scared that he quickly pulled Kaville to his side: "Good brother, you must help him. If someone dies, who else can I go to to duel?"

"If he dies, wouldn't it happen to prove that you are innocent?" Kavey smiled. "This is the case for duels, so is life. The great God has his own arrangements."

"Can"

Of course Alphons believes in God, but looking at Li Ben in the corner always makes him feel unspeakable: "No, I don't agree with this result! Doctor Kavey, I sincerely beg you here to be sure to treat you.

OK, he, I need this duel to wash away the shame of that night.”

"You are too persistent." Seeing that he was unmoved by his persuasion, Kawei regarded it as a favor: "Don't worry, he will be energetic later."

"real?"

"When did I lied to you?"

"Can he heal?"

"No big problem." Kawei glanced at Li Ben's hospital bed and quickly patched the sentence carefully, "Of course, the premise is that no accidents."

Kawei doesn't care what is unspeakable between Mick and Li Ben, nor does it care about the result of the duel between Alphons and Li Ben. Anyway, it's enough for people to speak while they are alive. The requirements are not high, and the difficulty is not great, it just hurts to deal with it.

some.

Li Ben slept on the hospital bed in the corner, covered with a thin blanket.

Kavi walked quickly to him with the box: "Mr. Li Ben, how are you doing today?"

Li Ben opened his eyes in a daze, endured the pain and slowly turned over: "I was dizzy in my head, my wound hurt so much, and I had no appetite. Doctor."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"I feel that I have no strength all over my body. Are you almost out of reach?"

Kavi smiled, leaned down and whispered: "I have promised Mr. Mick that I will do my best to save you."

He felt a little relieved when he heard Mick's name.

"Let me see the wound first."

Li Ben fixed his hands and feet on the left, twisted his body, and barely sat halfway beside the bed.

The opposite of the day of the injury, the infection in the neck was the lightest, followed by the arm and the most serious legs. The sutures on the incision of the left leg had collapsed halfway, and a layer of yellow and white appeared on the surrounding skin.

Going outward is the redness and swelling caused by inflammation, a typical incision infection.

Considering that Li Ben's body temperature has been hovering around 100-102 degrees Fahrenheit (about 38-39 degrees Celsius), he has suffered so many days of sin and can't be delayed anymore.

"The ulceration is a bit serious." Kawei put the instrument box on the bedside table, and his face said everything, "Mr. Li Ben, you must receive debridement treatment. This is the most effective way to ulcerate incisions now, no one.

”

Li Ben didn't know what debridement meant, so he could only nod in agreement: "Uh, can it be cured?"

"This is how Earl Moraso's groin is cured." Kavey smiled and comforted. "His wound is much worse than yours, but it took only a week to heal."

"So magical?"

Maybe because he missed his healthy body too much, Li Ben agreed to debride after hearing this: "Hurry up and treat it, I can't wait!"

Kawei called the two nurses outside the door, pulled out a few strips of cloth from the box and handed over: "Tie his right hand and right foot at the head and end of the bed, and you must tie it tightly."

"clear!"

The nurse understood, but Li Ben, who was lying on the bed, didn't understand.

Seeing this attitude, he was unsure and wanted to refuse, but he didn't know how to refuse. After all, he was the one who said "can't wait" just now: "What are you doing?"

"Don't worry, this is just a preparation before debridement. Some physical fixation is required to prevent accidents."

Kawei still had a smile on the corner of his mouth. Before Li Ben could recover, he tied his left hand and left foot to the bed railing: "Please keep it still next. You can shout or curse.

, you can do anything except move anyway.”

"What do you mean?" Li Ben had a bad premonition.

“This is debridement.”

Kavey took out a tan glass bottle with only a blank label on it, and nothing was written. He turned the cap and slowly poured the liquid into the small basin: "This is the president of the Academy of Surgery.

The disinfectant I prepared myself, I specially asked him for today. The disinfectant can effectively fight miasma and incision ulceration, and can help."

"You wait!"

"What's wrong?"

Li Ben interrupted his introduction at the right time, staring at the yellow-green thing in the basin: "I want to ask, what is that?"
To be continued...