Chapter 170 167. Postoperative aftershocks (3)

At four o'clock in the afternoon, a mess was in the gate of the Academy of Surgery. Giustina was dictating the content of her letter, and the entire Vienna surgical community was scratching her scalp for this radical breast cancer surgery. Kawei, who was about to quietly leave the back door and return to the hospital, received an invitation to a dinner on the street.

The other party was wearing a precious dark blue formal outfit, with a cane on his hand, and blue and black breeches and black boots underneath, speaking in a very standard French. After listening to his own introduction, Kawei realized that the other party was Edward's first-class clerk.

The clerk is equivalent to the secretary of the embassy. Although it is a verbal invitation, it shows sincerity. Kawei has no reason to refuse.

"The dinner time is set for three hours, and the location is Roshshuat Restaurant on Ring Road." The clerk asked, "If Dr. Kavi doesn't know you, please inform us of the address and we will send a special car to pick you up. Of course, you can also go back to the embassy with me, and we will go there with you."

"I know it, thank you."

"Okay, see you at the restaurant at 7 o'clock." The clerk smiled and bowed slightly, said a brief farewell to Kawei and got on the carriage on the side of the road.

Ambassador Edward had just met King Franz, and now he is naturally concerned about the relationship between the two countries and their respective attitudes towards the Pakatan Harapan war. Kawei knew that he was just a doctor who had nothing to do with the treatment, and most of the time he called him was related to medicine.

Although in Kawei's view, his achievements are mainly concentrated in drugs such as methylene blue, oxytocin and sodium citrate. However, with the eyes of ordinary people in the 19th century, it is probably even more exciting to have cesarean section and the newly completed radical surgery.

"Forget it, why do you think so much?"

Kavi also found a carriage and drove straight towards the Municipal General Hospital.

I went back to the hospital mainly because I have been in the Academy of Surgery these days, so I have to go back to see the patients in the ward, and also prepare for Marshal Ludwig's spine. In order to make the operation successful, he specially collected two bodies and started work tonight.

But now that I am going to attend the banquet, time is probably going to be delayed until tomorrow.

On the other side of the restaurant, at Rochesshuat, Chef Alphons was taking off the apron hanging from the wall and preparing to make a final sprint for the upcoming evening market. But just as he was about to get started, he was called out by the clerk who visited outside the door:

"Mr. Alphons, Ambassador Edward needs a banquet tonight, and I hope you can prepare a dinner for us."

"Tonight?" Alphons was a little surprised, "but it's already four o'clock."

"Don't be so nervous." The clerk explained with a smile. "Because the embassy is too formal, we choose to eat here. The dishes don't need to be too grand, just follow the usual specifications."

Alphons said: "But we have an appointment here, diners have booked seats early, and there is no more spare food in terms of ingredients."

"It's just the ingredients. The kitchen of the embassy is ready for you, and the ingredients prepared are all freshest." The other party didn't reason with Alphons at all, and took out a few bills from his pocket. "This is a deposit of 300 kronor, and there will be 500 kronors later."

"Can"

"You should know that Mr. Edward likes your dishes the most, and he always said that I am just a messenger." The clerk sent the banknotes into his hands. "You only need to prepare food for five people, and it shouldn't take much time."

Alphons always pursues the quality of ingredients, and the restaurant is not profitable. In addition, he has long been closed, so he also needs money to do turnover.

For him, the money is not small, but French cuisine needs to be prepared in advance. Even if the embassy ingredients are sent to the kitchen here, it will be impossible to turn the basic ingredients into French meals in just three hours.

What's more, the embassy is still a long way from here, and it takes an hour to get back and forth.

what to do?

Just follow tonight's menu?

This obviously doesn't work.

Not to mention that the restaurant has just improved a little, but it is too bad for a sudden temporary closure. Even if it is really taken, these ingredients will definitely not meet Edward's requirements.

It is said to be an ordinary banquet, but the ambassador to the foreign country is the personal representative of the emperor and the head of state outside. The meal specifications must be prepared at least according to the ordinary dinner in the palace. Now, these novel dishes that even Alphons himself do not know whether they are delicious are not qualified to serve Edward's table.

Everything came too suddenly.

However, as a former court chef, Alphons still has some stuff in his hands: "What else is in the kitchen?"

"Half a roasted turkey, a few pickled partridges with the remaining ones, two kale, two stuffed truffle pigeons, some fried boletus and raw oysters."

Alphons looked around the kitchen: "By the way, are there any leftovers of those pickled clove meat?"

“There is creamy seafood soup and shrimp salad tonight, so.”

"I want to use shrimp. I will make the original salad as usual, and change it to chicken. Change the seafood soup to kale and pumpkin soup." Alphons got into his kitchen and took a few bottles of condiments. "I will get Ambassador Edward's dishes alone, so I will hand them over to the guests. I will give them all snacks, so don't mess it up."

At this time, Edward walked into the study alone in the embassy. He took off his coat and gloves and breathed a sigh of relief. His tense nerves and body could finally relax for a while.

His previous meeting with Franz made him know at least three things.

The first thing is that the young Austrian Franz is not interested in peace.

Prussia has become a thorn in his side, and the war between the two countries against Pakatan Harapan is inevitable. The main reason is that the Danish war two years ago did not divide the sweet potato in Denmark thoroughly, which led to a series of subsequent problems.

The second thing is the attitude of the Austrians towards war.

War is inevitable, and there is considerable confidence in the whole country to win the war. This confidence is not groundless, because Edward's immediate boss, Napoleon III, also felt that war was a one-sided victory for Austria.

The third thing is medical treatment.

Although medical capabilities seem out of place in the relationship between the two countries, Edward has been on the battlefield and knows what changes his superb surgical skills will bring to the war.

The French Empire had just defeated Austria, and the army was definitely stronger. What Edward couldn't believe was that Austrian surgery had actually developed to the point of crushing France. Breast cancer surgery may not be able to see the real efficacy, but the success rate was 100% different.

Cesarean section can protect newborns and women of childbearing age, this is the foundation of the country.

Edward was restless when he thought of France falling behind.

He unbuttoned the bow tie and shirt, briefly sorted out his thoughts, then took out the paper and pen on the side of the table, and began to write a letter that could be sent directly into the emperor's palm. If nothing unexpected happens, he will definitely make his own decision after receiving the letter. [1]

Which side will France help? Or will it continue to watch on the wall according to the results of the discussion with Bismarck last year.

Edward is just an ambassador. All he can do is to state what he sees, hears, and thinks about it. Finally, he points out his own point of view. As for the final decision, it has nothing to do with him.

It doesn't matter, but once the war breaks out, France's attitude determines Edward's stay or not. As the French ambassador to Vienna, how could he protect himself in the turbulent state relations?

I can only take one step at a time.

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"Please come in."

The door was gently pushed open: "Mr. Edward, Dr. Carvey agreed to attend the banquet."

"Very good." Edward put down the pen in his hand and said, "I won't go to the Countess. There is a strange smell in the Academy of Surgery. You can go and see her on my behalf tomorrow."

"yes."

"Tell me and say that I will have a good time with her after she recovers and is discharged from the hospital."

"yes."

"Where is the restaurant? Have you taken care of it?"

"Mr. Alphons is picking ingredients in the kitchen." The clerk had a smile on his face. "He knows your taste very well, and the dishes were made with shrimp, beef, and pickled partridges."

Edward was still writing a letter, and all he thought about was the concern between Fapuo, and he couldn't raise his appetite for the time being: "I asked you to check Dr. Kawei's information in the morning. How is it? Is there any result?"

"It's still under investigation, it's going to take some time."

"Hmm?" Edward was a little surprised. "I didn't let you dig up history. I just want to know his resume. Is it that difficult?"

"We only know that he was a doctor who just entered the hospital two months ago and was recommended to the University of Vienna last month. Before, the clerk was hesitant, not knowing what sentences to choose to describe Kawei's previous life.

"What happened before?" Edward asked casually, "Where is the middle school you went to?"

"He, he hasn't been to middle school."

"I haven't been to middle school." Edward's thoughts had not turned around. It was not until the study was completely quiet that he realized something was wrong, "What did you say? He hasn't been to middle school?"

"I've never been there. I heard that I'm just a tree cutter."

"This is impossible!" Edward sat upright and said, "He is the baron. How could a baron heir have never been to middle school? Besides, how can he get into college if he has never been to middle school?"

"It seems that it is the school recommended by Dean Watman."

"He hasn't been to middle school. Does he understand Latin?"

“It seems to be learning quite well.”

"He knows French?"

"I just talked to him in French. I have to say that Dr. Kavi is well-behaved and is very fluent in French."

If the person standing in front of him was not his confidant, Edward would not even believe his ears: "This is so strange. Is he a genius?"

When he got to this point, he finally understood what Franz said before.

Kawei might be a genius, a true medical genius.

Surprisedly, several thoughts flashed through Edward's mind. He pondered for a moment, and immediately ordered: "Don't let Alphons go, the dinner will be set up in the embassy, ​​and I will treat him here."

"This is the embassy, ​​Mr. Edward." The clerk was a little worried. "According to the previous plan, this should be the last step to get to know Dr. Carvey."

"I changed my mind." Edward immediately pushed the half-written letter to the side, and took another one from the side. "A young man with such a strong person is exactly what France needs. I have to hold Austria in his palm before he realizes the importance!"

"Okay, I'll go find Alphonse now."

"By the way, what's the name of the surgeon Marshal McMahon invited?"

“Alfred Verpeo.”

Edward immediately wrote his name on the first line of the letter paper: "I hope my efforts will be rewarded."

"You've worked so hard." The clerk politely said, turned around and looked at the closed door, and then slowly walked towards Edward's desk, "Why don't you go out to relax at night?"

"You mean"

The secretary nodded: "As long as you say, I will go there myself and be ready for you anytime, anywhere."

Edward wanted to say he couldn't go, he was really tired today. But his body seemed to be addicted and could not resist the desire to be aroused. Once this thought came out, it would be like a cat's paws, making him unable to calm down: "If the process is followed, the dinner should end before 10 o'clock."

"It's absolutely enough time. I'll get there at half past ten and come back at six in the morning."

Edward could not find any flaws when he listened to his casual plan: "Okay, let's go again."

At seven o'clock in the evening, Kawei, who had just gotten out of the car, stood blankly in front of the door of Roshshuat Restaurant.

The so-called meeting did not allow him to see Edward and the clerk. Instead, he was greeted by another familiar convertible carriage. The changes in things were beyond his expectations, and even more unexpected were the other guests of his deskmate.

In addition to several senior French officials in the embassy, ​​there are also Imperial Foreign Minister Carl and Edinson, who has always disliked Kawi.

Kawei stepped forward and shook hands one by one. As the first assistant to the radical breast cancer surgery that had just ended, he became the protagonist on the dining table.

"Let's serve the food first, let's talk while eating." Edward waved to the servant, "Come and try the skills of the French chef who had worked in the palace for more than ten years. He is much better than the two chefs I brought to Vienna."

When Kawei heard this, he thought of Alphonse. He looked up at the door and saw the fat French chef wearing a high hat and slowly walking towards the dining table with a dining cart.

"Thanks to the embassy's rich ingredients, I chose one of my favorite dishes today, Louis XIV, the first one: Queen's soup, a meatball made of mixed partridge meat paste and pheasant meat filling, drizzled with butter, fry it over low heat and stewed it into a thick soup."
Chapter completed!