Chapter 160 157. Two surgeries, dyes and life-saving medicine

[I checked some information, there were changes at the end of the previous chapter]

The grievances and entanglements between the three empires of Ao, Pu, France, and the European continent are like a smaller version of Wei, Shu and Wu. If you fight one, you have to worry about the other, and it is not appropriate for anyone to take action first.

Austria wants to swallow Prussia again, and Prussia wants to resist or even counterattack Austria. Neither emperor of both countries is a fool. Both know that France is an important bargaining chip in the war, and they both hope to stabilize and even get help from France.

While France is sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, she also sincerely hopes that both of them will be defeated and that they can get a share of the pie.

Kawei doesn't like history, but he doesn't understand the means of national games and the complexity of history.

At first he might be frightened by Watman's words, thinking that this was a major event that was related to the survival of the country. But after calming down in the carriage for a while, he could slowly realize that the situation was far less simple than Watman said.

On one side is the physical safety of a certain noble woman, and on the other side is the national interests of France. Whether the two can be equated and whether France can change its established strategy for a breast cancer surgery is actually not something Wattman or Franz can decide.

But no matter how things develop, at least Franz and Watman are the same as his goal at this time, that is, to do this difficult-to-avoid breast cancer removal surgery.

As long as this is clear, Kavi will not have any other concerns.

After leaving the Municipal General Hospital, the carriage did not enter the crowded ring road, but chose the alley outside. The wheels quickly ran across the muddy road, and after crossing several blocks, they finally arrived in front of the palace gate.

The Austrian Empire of the Habsburg Dynasty had two imperial palaces. Located in the center of Vienna is the Winter Palace - Hofburg Palace [1]. It covers an area of ​​more than 200,000 square meters, has 18 buildings, nearly 3,000 rooms, and is famous as a city in the city.

Kavi has often passed by here before, but this is the first time he has stood so close.

And this time it seems that there is only one stop.

For the traditional conservative Habsburg dynasty, palaces are symbols of hierarchy and status, and those entering and leaving the palace must be of noble blood for five generations. The assassination 13 years ago also proved that the existence of this provision can effectively protect the safety of royal members, which is very important. [2]

The Baron that Kavey inherited was originally bought, but it was only a second generation, which was obviously inappropriate.

Watman knew that he was not well aware of breast cancer surgery, so he repeatedly insisted on hoping to be able to be compatible, but what was waiting for was the king's objection: "His Majesty the King said, you can go in now, Countess Giustina has been waiting for you for an afternoon, but Dr. Kavey had to sit at the doorman's reception for a while."

"But the surgery requires him." Watman wanted to struggle for a while.

"This is His Majesty the King's decision." The Chief Guard shook his head gently, "If President Watman has any objections, he can go in and talk to the king in detail first. I'll just pass on the message on my behalf."

Watman looked at Kavi beside him, then looked at the guard who was blocking him, and could only sigh: "Okay then."

After passing through the gate of the Hofburg Palace, Watman got on the inner courtyard carriage and came all the way to the garden where the king and his wife and Giustina were.

The car was parked on the side of the road, and Watman quickly walked to the three of them under the leadership of the guard. He was full of complaints, but when he saw Franz, all the complaints were swallowed back into his stomach: "I'm really sorry, I'm late, I'm late."

"Doctor Watman, you're finally here." Giustina took a sip of milk tea and was in a bad mood. "I thought the dean had forgotten me."

"I have a breast surgery with my colleague today, so I'll learn from my experience." Watman got Franz's approval and sat next to Giustina. "Because I went to see the patient's condition after the operation, and the road was too congested, so it was delayed a little time."

After saying that, he looked at Franz to prepare for a privileged pass, but Giustina did not give him this opportunity: "Dr. Watman, if you are not sure about the surgery, I can choose to go to the UK for treatment. Or Prussia, my husband is in Berlin now and maybe he has found a good surgeon."

This is very important, but it also conforms to the subtle relationship between Giustina's identity and the current Three Kingdoms. After all, Watman is just a baron on the verge of being a baron far away from the throne, and he is not doing internal medicine but surgery. Even if he has the title of dean, it is a false position for those who are in the center of power, and it is useless.

For Franz, the emergence of "Prussia" is already a warning.

"Countess, although Prussia is pretty good in surgery, she does not have a doctor who is good at plastic surgery." Franz said with anger, "I'm sure Dr. Watman is definitely capable of doing this surgery."

The promise made by the acting surgeon was quite outrageous. Watman was unhappy, but Franz seemed to have already taken the future of the empire by himself. Now this surgery is no longer a simple surgery, but a kind of treatment task that must be completed.

"I'm very sure about the surgery, but the key is the recurrence rate after the surgery."

Without distorting the king's meaning, Watman gave an appropriate explanation in time: "I have been considering changing the surgical strategy, hoping to remove all tumors at once."

"Can I really do it?" Giustina was half-believing, "My grandmother died of illness after undergoing surgery."

"The doctor I went to see today had a way to control the recurrence rate." Watman looked back at Franz, and the meaning was quite obvious. "But we were in a hurry. How much can we control and how the surgery should be performed needs to be explained by himself."

"You mean Kavi?"

"Yes, what Kavi did today was a mastectomy."

"Ah, another unfortunate woman." Giustina was a little surprised, covered her mouth and sighed softly, "Why do women have such a miserable life? They have to keep giving birth to children, but also endure uterine prolapse and breast tumors?"

This sentence entered the ears of the two men like a complaint that was not painful or itchy. The one who can really understand the helplessness was Queen Elizabeth: "Does Earl Camie want a child again?"

"Even if he really wants it, I have to give birth." Giustina pressed her hand on her chest. "My grandmother started having children at the age of 17 and had to give birth almost every two years until she started getting sick at about the same age as me. She has not enjoyed any happiness since she got married, except for children."

"Yes, the world is so unfair." Elizabeth couldn't help but give Franz a blank look, "But at least Earl Camie is still pretty good to stay."

Speaking of her husband, Giustina smiled slightly: "That's right, he is my idol. If it weren't for my illness, we would have sat in the garden every night watching the sky counting stars."

"well"

Seeing the two ladies sighing, Franz coughed softly, then patted the head guard on the shoulder: "I think Giustina's condition is important, so let Dr. Kave come in once."

"But His Majesty the King."

"I have decided," said Franz. "He is also the hereditary baron I personally teach, and there will be no trouble."

"yes."

Kawei was still sitting in the reception room at this time.

From the doorman, he learned that the palace would hardly allow people like him to enter. Even if it was an important festival for the whole nation to revel in, he could only enter the Heroes Square in front to meet the King and Queen, and he could not reach the inner courtyard at all.

So from the beginning, they were persuading Kawei to leave.

After hearing this, Kawei just smiled and nodded in agreement, but his body did not take any action. He was happy to be idle anyway, so he could use this time to sort out what he wanted to do recently.

First of all, Fernan, as an old patient of Kavi, his safety is more important than anything else.

The incisions in the three surgical incisions are very difficult to deal with, and the postoperative infection needs to be closely monitored. Of course, the metastasis and recurrence of gao pill cancer also require continuous attention, and the liver that has already shown signs of sclerosis cannot fall.

If possible, Kavi still hopes to save him.

Secondly, surgery is related to the increasingly close war.

Marshal Ludwig had two herniated discs on his waist, which was troublesome enough. Unexpectedly, Watman even forced a breast cancer into his body. Both surgeries were high-risk and high-yield, and Kawei needed to do his best.

Judging from time, Ludwig's intervertebral disc has been on the disease for many years, so he can drag it out.

On the contrary, the Countess, who had just arrived in Vienna, was in an urgent condition and could not be delayed any more.

Breast cancer is detected and treated early. In an era without imaging examinations, the earlier you seek medical treatment, the better the operation will be. If everything goes well, you only need to do a classic radical breast cancer surgery to prevent recurrence.

But the trouble is that the patient wants to do reshape.

The breast is not a bone. It is easy to cut off, but it will definitely be much harder to fill it again. In the 19th century, when there was no suitable substitute, it was difficult for Kavi to come up with a method of remodeling. The most important thing in the entire remodeling is not the internal filling materials, and the cut Ru head.

How to reshape Rutou???

It's too difficult for existing materials.

What if you don’t reshape your head?

No, no!

Your head is the soul, and it is better not to reshape without Your head.

Kawei has a headache. It is not only the techniques and techniques on the operating table, but also the splicing ability of the human body's three-dimensional geometry and the application ability of materials. He lacks training in this area and is far from reaching the level that a qualified plastic surgeon should have.

Fortunately, the operation cannot be completed in one go, and a second operation must be performed in order to reshape. Kawei still has time. If the patient really wants to guide the doctor to do whatever he wants to rely on his noble identity and do not listen to advice, then he can only give up the operation.

The third thing is the bottle of dye.

If he guessed correctly, the blue dye should be methylene blue, which can treat nitrite poisoning and inhibit bacterial growth. It is a perfect drug.

But this time the discovery is different from oxytocin and anticoagulants. Kavi is not sure about it and needs further verification. If it is confirmed that it is indeed methylene blue and has antibacterial effects, it will be very good news for the war trauma surgery we will face next.

What we need to do next is to obtain the patent for methylene blue and try our best to produce and make up for the needs of the army.

"After Fernan's surgery, intervertebral disc, breast cancer, methylene blue." Kawei sipped the hot coffee handed to him by the doorman and said to himself, "Antibacterials are not enough. Severe trauma cannot be sent to the rear hospital. Even if he persists in the hospital, he will still die without autologous blood transfusion in advance."

Blood transfusion!

There is no way to ask the upper class to donate blood in the surgical theater, but it is different when you arrive at the military camp. Everyone is comrades-in-arms, and blood is completely feasible. What Kawei has to do is to "find" a method to determine the blood type and then apply this method to the military camp.

"Not enough, antibiotics and blood transfusions alone are not enough!"

The more Kawei thought about it, the more difficult it was, in the past two months after the time travel, what really made him feel was the various rescue drugs commonly used in modern medical care. If these rescue drugs could be made, no, even if they were only simple adrenaline, many complex surgeries could be put on stage, and even if he dreamed, he could wake up laughing.

Kavi shook his head, took another sip of coffee, mocking himself for being too arrogant.

Drug synthesis requires very strong chemical application capabilities and time and cost of active trial and error, which is a luxury for him. Sodium citrate relies on information reciprocating, while oxytocin relies on traditional Chinese medicine books he read by chance. What does adrenaline rely on?

Is it relying on black technology?

It’s just a rebirth. It’s already pretty good to be able to carry the memories of the previous life and master the body.

Is it like doing sodium citrate, relying on reading?

In fact, I have noticed that there is no adrenaline in the 19th century books at all, at least there is definitely no record of this in the ones he has read.

Just kidding, how could there be something similar to adrenaline in this world

etc.

Isn't it really not?

Sometimes inspiration comes so by chance, and a strange idea suddenly appeared in Kawei's mind after repeated thinking.

The method is very strange, but after careful consideration, I feel it has its rationality: "My mind is getting more and more ridiculous. I can even think of this method. But who has given oxytocin beads and jade in front? If this really works, it will not take much time to prove it."

Methylene blue needs to detect antibacterial and medium-coated nitrite ability, and then determine the purity and dosage in the dye, and the experiment requires a large number of manpower.

Koch was originally interested in chemistry. Savalin was worried about dissecting small animals, and Matik was too tender. In this way, the preparation of adrenaline was only up to him.

"Doctor Kavi, is Dr. Kavi?"

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and soon the words of the guard's chief reached Kavi's ears: "I'm here."

The guard opened the door and the commander of the guard came in with two followers: "Doctor Kavi, His Majesty the King is invited."
Chapter completed!