185. Visiting the prison

At 11 o'clock in the evening, Mrs. Santini finally woke up.

I heard people say that surgery is dangerous and people often die during the process, but for her, what she just experienced was a long-lost pain-free experience.

The severe headache that lasted for several days quickly disappeared like a tide in the sea. Even during the process, she felt soft and confused, coughing, nausea and vomiting, but Mrs. Santini still praised this feeling, which really made her addicted.

If she could, she really wished she would wear an ether mask and do it again.

"I'm going to come?" The husband sat beside her, worried, "The doctor said that your headache should have been relieved now. Is it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt inside, but it hurts outside."

Mrs. Santini just woke up, her mind was a little confused and her speech was not very straightforward. "This is such a wonderful experience, so amazing. However, I'm a little dizzy now and I have to sleep for a while."

"Okay, go to bed quickly."

Mrs. Santini's feeling was very subtle. The feeling that her brain was about to crack was really gone. Even if there were wounds on her scalp, the skin from the neck to the abdomen was forcibly stretched out, and the ether effect was subsided, but she could still fall asleep peacefully. She was really tortured too sleepy before.

“This is amazing.”

Like Mrs. Santini, there was Miss Jenny who promoted electrotherapy services in the nursing home. She stood at the door of the ward and looked at the hospital bed, and couldn't help but sigh: "Can surgery be able to do this now?"

Ed Nelson was right next to her. When she saw the expression of Mrs. Santini woke up, she knew that the operation seemed to have been successful: "The operation seemed to have been successful, but it does not mean that the patient's head will no longer hurt."

"The savage drilling technique is really useful. I remember that the mortality rate is very high."

Jenny stood far away, didn't see the pipes that were diversion from the brain, nor did she know the specific process of the operation, and thought it was just a simple skull drill. Compared to this, Ednelson understood better and also talked to Masimov after the operation, knowing that Kavi's surgery is much more refined than drilling.

But he was still unwilling to admit the operation.

It’s not that I don’t admit the results of the surgery. After all, Mrs. Santini is still alive and her headache has been relieved. The surgery must be successful.

What he did not admit was the feasibility of popularizing this surgery, and with his current medical knowledge reserve, he really couldn't think of how many patients would be willing to take huge risks to treat his headaches with this surgery that would die at any time.

Is it uncomfortable to have this opportunity and courage to spend some money on electrotherapy?

Ed Nelson corrected the new belt he had just obtained and said with a smile: "Don't worry, if you have headaches in the future, I will recommend them to come to your nursing home. There are too many uncertainties in surgery, and internal medicine treatment will definitely be much safer."

"real?"

"This belt is not in vain." Ed Nelson patted his waist, "Besides, when did I lied to you?"

Seeing that her efforts were rewarded, Jenny finally felt some comfort in her heart. However, unlike traditional women, when she saw such a vigorous post-piercing diversion scene, Jenny's firm electrical stimulation therapy and business acumen in her heart made her think of something that ordinary people could not imagine.

Originally, she wanted to ask Ed Nelson in front of her where the young surgeon named Kavi lived, but after thinking about it carefully, she still felt that it was inappropriate.

As soon as he stabilized this, things were also developing in the direction he expected. At this time, showing his preferences is a problem. It is definitely not a good thing to touch his possessiveness and make him feel disgusted. It is better to take it slowly.

At this time, Kawei was sitting in a police carriage with Witt, and the destination was naturally the police station. The reason why Witt was so anxious was entirely because Fernan had an accident during the interrogation.

Spitting blood in the mouth was not uncommon in the 19th century, but often this symptom only stayed in the mouth, which was caused by the collision of the surrounding mucosa and teeth after the maxillofacial was hit. Sitting quietly like Fernan and vomiting blood out of thin air was indeed rare, and it also made Vette, who interrogated him, unable to understand.

“How much bleeding?”

"It's so much. I'm almost out of my way after vomiting." Witt said, "I didn't even have the strength to speak, so I fell to the ground and asked us to find a doctor. If the doctor didn't come, he wouldn't say anything. I went to call Muzier, but he said he was just willing to meet."

Kavi sighed and looked out the window, saying that he had encountered the best.

He has encountered many unreasonable but has to face dirty things outside the emergency department. This is the characteristic of a doctor's career, and Kawei also has his own way.

That is to block your emotions, and everything is subject to medicine.

This was the case with Li Ben at the beginning, and naturally Fernan is the case now. However, compared to Li Ben who is unfaithful, Fernan has a little more tyranny and deserves less.

This type of ferocious upper gastrointestinal bleeding often comes from the esophageal vein of the gastric fundus. The reason for this is that the blood vessels protrude from the surface of the mucosa after varicose, and they will rupture and bleeding when they touch slightly hard food.

But the real main cause is the liver, or a more precise location, the liver port. [1]

Kawei was confident in his palpation. He could conclude that Fernan's liver must have problems. He thought he had been drinking for a long time and thought it was cirrhosis, but because of the gao pills again, Kawei is now more inclined to liver metastasis after tumor cell metastasis.

But without imaging examinations in hand, it is impossible to make a clear diagnosis, and there is not even a good way to deal with it.

"To be honest, I can't change anything when I go," Kavey said. "The bleeding points are in the esophagus and stomach, and often more than one place, so I can't stop the bleeding."

"Can't stop bleeding? Can't surgery stop bleeding?"

"For a few bleeding points, cut the stomach open and then cut it into the appetizer? What do you think this method has the meaning?" Kavey smiled, looked at the street outside the window, and suggested, "He killed so many people and must die. If that's the case, what's the point of letting me go again."

"He can't die!"

Witt explained: "This guy not only touched the old marshal's son, but also kidnapped the French ambassador to Vienna and killed his clerk. If he killed someone, it would be simple, but now it is a complete diplomatic incident and a major incident!!!"

Kawei nodded and agreed to the remarks: "But you still can't change the reality that medical treatment cannot cure him at this stage."

"It's really not possible?"

"No," Kavey said, "Of course, I am a surgeon after all, and I am not sure how to treat internal medicine. Maybe Dr. Fattorad, or Dr. Ed Nelson who was waiting with you just now, would have any good solutions."

".I asked Dr. Ednelson," Witt shook his head, "He said, 'Internal medicine is only good at bleeding, and surgery is an expert in stopping bleeding'. I also asked Ignaz, and said that this situation is difficult to deal with and there is almost no treatment."

"so."

Witt was really anxious and interrupted quickly: "But! But you are different from them!!!"

"Everyone is a doctor, one head, two arms and ten fingers, what's the difference?" Kawei sighed and didn't say anything more, "Okay, no matter how much we say, it's useless. It will be clear when I see someone at the police station."

After the two parted at the police station in the evening, Witt received the death order from the above. People must be alive, and how to deal with it must be decided by the French and Franz. Now if Fernan died in his own hands in an unknown way, let alone asking for credit for rushing into the basement and catching the suspect, he would have already thanked God to escape from this mess.

But Fernan was like a bottomless black vortex. Before his death, he continued to extend his tentacles outwards, firmly holding all the relevant personnel beside him.

At 11:33 pm, there were still many people around the door of the interrogation room of the Vienna Police Station.

In addition to the necessary duty and assistance to the police, there were two sheriffs, Witt and Derio, full-time forensic doctor Muzier, Ignaz, Fattorad and Alina of the Municipal General Hospital, and even attracted several journalists.

Carvey looked more carefully. In addition to the people in front of him, there were Mick standing in the corner and an extremely low-key Frenchman. If he guessed correctly, he should be another clerk under Edward.

Of course, in addition to these, there are some other people that Kawei didn't know.

Just like the woman standing beside Ignaz, she seemed to be very close to Ignaz. Kavi had never seen her before, and there was a strange man standing beside Alina. Mick took the female deputy who had coerced her at the time, and the clerk of the embassy also had his own bodyguard.

With the eyes of these people, Kawei walked into the interrogation room.

I have to say that even though I knew that Fernan was about to fail, the Vienna Police Department was still a bit too far.

Fernan's face was paler and yellower than when he met before, similar to a lifeless, light and dry yellow color. His limbs were tied firmly to the chair, and his body was wrapped in several strips of cloth, and his eyes were covered with black cloth, for fear that he would suddenly get up and do something terrible.

Next to the chair was a pool of dried blood. The cleaner didn't even come in to clean it up, allowing the sticky blood to mix with a little saliva and the slag in the stomach to solidify on the ground.

Judging from the range of blood splashing, Fernan's blood vomiting is not small, indicating that a large hole has been broken in the vein of the esophageal and gastric fundus. Not to mention the 19th century, even in the 21st century, if you want to recover this level of blood vomiting, you have to spend a lot of money to smash it in to survive.

Even if he really brought the person back, he would have to face serious liver problems in the future, so Fernan would not survive no matter how he looked at it.

Kavi walked around the bloodstains, stepped forward and gently lifted the black cloth on his eyes, and said, "Fernan, I'm here."

Fernan was slightly stunned when he heard this voice. He waited until the strong light in front of him passed and saw clearly that the person who came was indeed Kawei. Then he smiled slightly, revealing the few teeth in his mouth and the black and red blood stains left on his lips: "Doctor, your surgery does not seem to solve my problem."

"It's been resolved." Kavey opened the door and sat in his seat before Witt. "If I hadn't had my surgery, you would have died long ago."

"Is that true?"

Fernan was a little surprised, but soon returned to calm. He swallowed the saliva mixed with bloody smell and said weakly: "Forget it, it's meaningless to be confused about the previous surgery. Let's talk about now, is there any help in my body?"

"No." Kawei's answer was very straightforward, "The diagnosis may be biased, but death is certain."

"Don't count the hanging." Fernan laughed again, "I let that Frenchman go, and he should be able to save me."

Kawei shook his head: "I am a doctor, and the punishment is not within my consideration. What I am talking about is the medical mortality rate, 100%. Even if I can really live, it will be the difference between a few days and a few weeks."

After hearing this, Fernan was not as depressed as an ordinary person, but became even more excited: "How many weeks can he live?"

"There is indeed a very strange operation that can treat your vomiting blood." Kavi didn't hide it, and said directly, "But the mortality rate of this kind of surgery itself is 100%. Because your physical condition is too poor, and you have undergone two more surgeries, I'm afraid you can declare your death as soon as you go on stage and open your stomach."

"Then what are you going to do in a few weeks?"

"Clinical medicine is full of all kinds of odds, no one can tell." Kavey explained, and suddenly said, "But no matter what, you will definitely die of vomiting blood at this level. Even if the operation is really successful, you can only live for a short time."

"Then give me some fun." Fernan lost confidence in Kavey and turned his face to look at Wright at the door. "Sheriff, hurry up and report the transcript just now. I will be sentenced to hang me tomorrow morning."

"You can't be sentenced to anything!" the clerk spoke, "You must die enough to satisfy Mr. Edward!"

"I would rather be killed on the street than die in such a ghost place."

As soon as Fernan finished speaking, he felt a tumbling in his stomach. After two dry retching, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Although the amount was not as large as before, his appearance was particularly scary: "If you don't have to judge, you won't have to judge, I'm really going to die here!"

It is rare that the police and prisoners have common goals, but due to some objective reasons, no one can come up with a good solution.

Kavey looked at his miserable appearance and looked at the clerk of the embassy outside the door, and suddenly asked, "I have a solution that is not right, but I have to go through your consent, maybe after you agree, I have to ask the King and the Ambassador."

"What's the solution?"

"Speak quickly!!!"

Kavi hesitated for a moment before saying, "I think surgery can be used instead of hanging. What do you think?"
Chapter completed!