This is a kitchen customized for Alphonse. Except for some necessary gorgeous decorations, it is practical and spacious everywhere.

Classical French cuisine emphasizes a greasy and smooth taste. In order to increase the level and diversity, a variety of cooking oils are used. But what Kawei said about "clean" made Alphonse wonder: "How can it be considered clean?"

clean?"

“It’s best to use freshly squeezed vegetable oil that has been stored airtight in a glass bottle.”

The conditions were not too harsh, and Alphonse immediately thought of several oils that met the requirements: "Yes, yes, but I have to hear your answer first, why is there throbbing pain here?"

Seeing him pointing at his upper right abdomen, Kawei didn't want to waste time and directly hit the pain point: "The reason is simple, because of your figure."

To put it mildly, Alphonse's body is tall and strong, but if we are honest, or look at the problem from a simpler perspective, he is actually fat.

He is not the kind of obese person who is full of fat. He has worked at the cooking table all year round and has gained a lot of muscles. Therefore, a more accurate term for his figure should be that he is overweight, which means that the ratio between height and weight is imbalanced.

But if the removal of the limbs does not count, just looking at his torso, especially the big round belly, it is too much to say he is fat.

As for his figure, Alphonse is in a strange state where his body is already lying flat but his heart is still unwilling to lie down. He is like a toad thrown into warm soup. He has to kick up his legs to show resistance when he is about to die, otherwise

It seems that I am too casual.

Therefore, when it comes to calling him, he can't just be called Fatty. "Flexible Fatty" is his bottom line. After all, his hands can cook the most top-notch French cuisine.

"I know I'm fat, but what does fatness have to do with stomachache?"

"This is not a stomachache, it's your liver."

With a body as strong as Alphonse's, he is also an excellent chef, and he usually tries French dishes that are very fatty. If you say he doesn't have fatty liver, you won't believe it.

Judging from Kawei’s 30 years of medical practice, Alphonse’s fatty liver is quite serious, and the probability of pain in the right upper quadrant is very high [1]. Of course, a high probability does not mean that there will definitely be, some people even have fatty liver disease.

There are no symptoms of liver cirrhosis.

So Kawei also has other prepared plans.

For example, coughing and chest tightness caused by oil fumes affecting the respiratory system, as well as varicose veins in the lower limbs caused by standing for a long time are all acceptable.

Chefs have many occupational diseases. These three diseases are easy to judge, but they were not well known to people in the 19th century, so they can have a deceptive effect.

Of course, not all chefs have occupational diseases. If Alphonse does not have any symptoms, in order to gain trust, Kawei will reversely review his daily habits. For example, no smoking, no drinking, a regular life, a light diet, etc.

There is one for him.

He has limited channels for obtaining information, and the only thing he knows is Alphonse's figure. Therefore, he must make sufficient preparations to deal with some uncertain situations.

Fortunately, by luck, Alphonse was bluffed from the beginning.

"Physicians may not understand, but surgeons do anatomy every day and it is very clear. Your body is full of fat, and these fats sometimes enter the internal organs. The most obvious one is the liver. The kind of high-grade foie gras that has a dense and smooth texture should be your favorite.

Very familiar."

As a top French chef, Alphonse naturally knows how to make high-end foie gras.

The cramming feeding method is to make the goose fat as much as possible, and a large amount of body fat will accumulate in the liver to form this unique taste.

"You mean my liver is the same as the foie gras on my dinner plate?"

"Maybe it's more serious." Kawei patted Alphonse's belly and said in a language that the other party could understand, "The liver filled with fat is much larger than normal, but its space

But it’s fixed, and it will naturally hurt if you squeeze it.”

Alphonse thought back to the feeling he had when he was sitting in the small kitchen, and his face became a little solemn.

He took a green vial from the corner of the cupboard and said: "I went to Hartman Hospital before, and the doctor there told me that I needed to undergo bloodletting treatment, using black bugs to suck blood. Then he asked me to go to the street

The pharmacy bought a whole bottle of mercury and told me to drink it twice a day."

Leech and mercury.

Absolutely.

Kawei cleared his throat and didn't know how to explain it. He could only follow the words and continue to ask: "Have you tried it?"

"I tried it, and the bloodletting therapy is really effective. Every time I let go of the thick and viscous blood, I feel more relaxed." Alphonse was full of praise for the leeches, but he didn't have such a good evaluation of the bottle of mercury. "

But the mercury he gave me was a bit unpleasant to drink."

This is an old top-down concept that has been deeply ingrained in the bones of Europeans and is difficult to explain in just a few words.

Kawei is well aware of the difficulty of popularizing science, so he did not refute his treatment experience. After all, the placebo effect [2] also exists: "How much can you drink each time? Can you tell me about the reaction after mercury in the river?"

"Just one bite. After all, this small bottle cost me a full 5 crowns." Alphonse explained, "It tastes very strange when you eat it. It has no taste. After eating, you will feel a little uncomfortable in your stomach, drool more, and then you will

Vomit out everything you ate that day."

"Didn't this spit out the mercury?"

"But I think it's good. Doctor Glaze said that this is because the body is detoxifying and the treatment is effective." After the exchange just now, Alphonse's attitude towards Kawei also changed somewhat, "What do you think? Is there anything good about it?

suggestion?"

Kawei stood up straight, tilted his head back slightly, and nodded after thinking for a moment: "It's not bad, but don't drink the mercury yet. Vomiting after eating is just like not eating at all. You are tossing it over and over again, it's not as good as one day."

I won’t eat it from the beginning.”

"You mean not to eat?"

"Eat less, this disease needs to be treated slowly."

"...So that's what it is."

Kavi’s comfort temporarily relieved Alphonse’s anxiety, and also allowed him to talk about an experience he had when traveling to the East: “A few years ago, I left France and went to the East with the merchant fleet, and I also met someone there.

I got some very good doctors.”

"East?"

"Well, it's a beautiful country and very welcoming, but..."

"Just what?"

"There are too many people." Alphonse laughed,

"Speaking of which, their suggestions are similar to what you just said. They all told me to eat less. But I can't help it. As a chef, I can't stick to the old dishes for a lifetime. It is my task to create new dishes.

What comes with this is constant testing of dishes..."

Having said this, he suddenly leaned over and took out a piece of dried salted fish from the cabinet on the side: "Speaking of it, their eating habits are rich and diverse, and I learned a lot of useful things from them."

At first, Kawi thought he was drawing on dried salted fish, but he didn’t expect that the French had already eaten salted fish [3]. What really inspired Alphonse was something else, and he didn’t like it either.

Absolutely:

"They processed a whole piece of pork shoulder just right. The surface is oily and smooth, with a bright glass luster. The fat and thin have both a sense of layering and can be intertwined repeatedly with chewing. It's really amazing. Of course,

I can also do this kind of processing method, but what I can't do is actually this..."

Alphonse opened the cap of the small bottle. Judging from the smell and color, it was easy to tell that what was inside should be Cantonese-style authentic barbecued pork sauce.

"What is this?" Kawei asked knowingly.

“A local condiment that tastes sweet and fragrant. It tastes...”

Kawei had no interest in cooking in the first place, but when he saw him having to talk loudly, the last bit of his patience was worn away. After cultivating the relationship for so long, caring about his body, and chatting with him, it was his turn to get down to business.

Alright.

"Okay, okay, I came here to borrow something. So, where is my oil?"

"Oh, yes, yes, oil~~~"

Alphonse quickly dug out several bottles of cooking oil from a nearby cabinet. According to Kawei's request, they were all extracted from plants: "Peanut oil, walnut oil, olive oil, sesame oil, linseed oil...

.”

"Peanuts and walnuts have residues, and sesame oil is too dark for observation. Olive and flaxseed oils are good..." Kawei quickly made a decision, "I want these two bottles, is that okay?"

Alphonse nodded: "It's just two bottles of oil, no problem."

...

While Kawei went to borrow oil, the abdominal surgery Ignatz mentioned before was gradually approaching.

Different from modern surgery, because there was no concept of sterility and for the purpose of entertainment and appreciation, surgeries in the 19th century were performed in specific "operating rooms" in theaters. The operating room of the Municipal General Hospital was arranged in the largest local hospital.

A theatre, Theater an der Wien.

Of course, surgery is not an overly elegant performance. In the early years, it was accompanied by all kinds of heart-rending screams, so the location of the room was relatively remote.

The patient is accompanied by two assistants and family members, who will be sent to the preparation room to rest one hour before the operation. They mainly help calm the patient's anxious mood and prepare some knives and other instruments.

Ignatz, the surgeon, will arrive just before the opening. Firstly, he is too busy with work, and secondly, he does not need much preparation time. The main purpose is to check the surgical area before the operation and quickly simulate the entire operation.

The process only takes a few minutes.

But today is different. The person lying on the blood-stained operating bed today is Count Morasso [4], the cousin of the King of the Austrian Empire. As a nobleman, people and medical records cannot of course stay with those common people.

So Kawei didn't know about this operation.

The patient is very important, and the operation is also difficult. All the people who come to watch are royal relatives and close friends. Although the count has always said that he is old and does not care whether he lives or dies. But in fact, if you count his age by pinching his fingers, he is only older than Ignatz.

She is seven or eight years older, but she is far from being old.

In order to prepare for this operation, Ignatz read through all the reference books he could find. He had also been looking for cadavers everywhere before, hoping to do as much practice as possible.

But the uncertainty of the operation still made Ignatz very hesitant: "Your Majesty, how about..."
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