After thousands of years of pioneering and innovation, the Vienna Municipal General Hospital [1], built in the Renaissance, has finally helped Austria's medical strength occupy a place in Europe. The three major wards can accommodate nearly 2,000 beds in total, of which two are occupied by internal medicine.

Surgery and obstetrics share one.

Ignatz's independent anatomy room is in the northwest corner of the ward.

It was not far from the surgical ward, and it was a very ordinary room in terms of facilities. In order to provide sufficient light in the anatomy room, four or five oil lamps were hung on the wall, and there was only one set of tables and chairs for placing anatomy books and notes.

, the rest are empty flatbed carts.

The dead pig carcasses that were just used yesterday have been disposed of, but due to insufficient ventilation, there is always a strange smell of corpse odor and spices mixed with each other. It is light and not heavy, but it gets into the nose from time to time.

It makes people uncomfortable.

Now because of a fresh female corpse that had just arrived, three doctors, three interns and ward assistants from the surgical ward gathered here.

In addition, there was Inspector Witte who escorted the body.

The last time Kawi saw him was on the afternoon of the 25th. The two had a conversation about the cause of death of the girl on the bed, and the frankness of the conversation left a deep impression on each other.

At that time, Werther was like a hyena sniffing around for food. When he caught Kawi, he gnawed and chewed him. But less than 40 hours later, the whole thing seemed to have disappeared.

This crispy bone suddenly lost its flavor.

"Murder" became "accident", and the cause of death on the card was clear, indicating that the case had been concluded.

The detective, who originally looked at everyone like a suspect, now has no hostility in his eyes, nor any helplessness or unwillingness, but only the fatigue after staying up late, and a little surprise at Kawei's identity change. And this accident seems insignificant.

, did not let him look at Kawei twice, nor did he let him ask Ignatz next to him to ask.

Everything seems very unnatural.

The police department handled the case decisively and bravely, and the real culprit was arrested within two days, giving people the illusion of health and peace in the world.

For Kawei, a former suspect, there is nothing bad about catching the real culprit and bringing peace to the world. But he still needs to confirm whether the person lying on the Danube River last night decorating the river bank was his landlord An

Andre.

While they were chatting, Kawei walked up and interrupted: "Is this Miss Rosa who lives next door to me?"

"Yes, for the case that was concluded last night, I asked Musil...the forensic doctor of the police station to complete the application for body donation as soon as possible." Ignatz couldn't help but praise himself.

"At a time like this, having a complete body is a real help in times of need. This trip to the police station is so worth it."

Werther heard what he meant and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to actually bring this kid to the hospital."

"Inspector, you didn't read today's newspaper." Ignaz was quite proud of his ability to discern pearls. "The subtitle on the front page is: The best surgeon in Austria should have the best assistant. Although there are

Those reporters exaggerated, but I have to say that yesterday’s surgery was very successful.”

Werther had been busy all night and was a little confused. He really couldn't believe his ears.

He always thought that Kawei was just an insignificant worker. Even if he was lucky enough to be spotted by Ignaz, he would still be doing odd jobs in the hospital. With his status, how could he be published in the biggest magazine in Vienna with those nobles and celebrities?

's newspaper.

But combined with the anatomy question and answer, this result is understandable, but there is a sense of contradiction everywhere.

Kawei's identity, from a garden pruner to an art college candidate, to a surgical assistant, changed three times in two days, making him too strange to look like a normal person. In addition, bizarre murders have been swirling on Basinger Street in the past few days.

In normal times, this kind of person would have been in jail waiting to receive his sentence...

He looked back at Kawei and suddenly said: "Basinger Street is not peaceful recently. Mr. Kawei must be more careful."

"Is everything written in the newspaper true?"

"What's true?"

"Our landlord in Building 73."

"You mean Mr. Andre Edmond?"

"right."

"I'm so busy that I don't even have time to read the newspaper, and I haven't even had morning exercises..." Witte explained, "I only know that the police station received a report at 11 o'clock last night, and when we arrived at the scene, we found his face

Lying face down on the river bank, soaked all over, with a big dent in his head."

Kawei looked at the back of the head he was pointing at and continued to ask: "Has the murderer been found?"

"The murderer?" Witte was silent for a moment and shook his head. "There is no murderer. The verdict has been decided. He slipped and fell into the water and drowned. The hole on his head was probably caused by an accidental slip before falling into the water. The others were just

I can wait for Musil’s report.”

The detective fell backward again, simulating the so-called "slip" process.

Now that the police have finalized the case, it is not appropriate to ask some questions. Asking too many questions will only cause trouble.

Moreover, as a tenant and having friction with Andre over the rent, Kawei had to be more sympathetic. But this sympathy should not be too exaggerated. It had to be restrained and slowly revealed bit by bit.

However, before Kawei had finished brewing and his sad mood had just reached its climax, Ignatz beside him suddenly jumped out: "What? You still have a dead body there? Come here quickly, you can't miss the money."

!”

"Musil hasn't finished writing the report yet." Witte yawned, "I guess I can't finish it until after lunch."

For Ignatz, when there are not enough corpses, the more the better: "Kavi, this afternoon... oh no, now, now you go to the police station immediately and tell me this matter.

nailed it!"

"I?"

"You are an assistant, this is your job."

Ignatz took out his wallet, took out three 20-kronor notes and handed them over: "Find Musil, give him the money, and then bring the body back. Don't let others snatch it away! Oh yes.

Yes! There are also travel expenses...the carriage money of 2 crowns, let's take it together."

This is probably the so-called assistant job. Kawei has indeed not done errands for others for several years.

Rather than the beginning and end of the case, Ignatz's anatomy interested him more. Rosa's body was probably used to prepare the mother with an abnormal fetal position. Judging from the gestational age and fetal position, the surgery was afraid.

There is no way to escape, which is why geniuses like Ignatz appear so nervous.

After all, the success rate of cesarean section is very low, and having one more corpse to prepare is a great improvement. As long as this operation can be successful, he will be the protagonist on the front page of Vienna Daily.

In fact, losing the opportunity to participate in anatomy is not a loss at all to Kawei. The incision and process of cesarean section are fixed. Even if you have never been an obstetrician, even if the incision in this era [2] is different from modern times, so

Based on Kawei’s experience in surgery, the surgery itself was not difficult.

But there are still two shortcomings between him and orthodox obstetricians.

First, he has never actually fished a child in the womb, nor has he dealt with newborn problems, so he still needs to be familiar with the feel. Second, he has never dealt with uterine atony and massive bleeding. Kawei lacks the judgment accumulated through extensive clinical experience in obstetrics.

Forget it...at least Andre is really dead, Rosa is determined to be an accident, and the matter of the man in black and the rent has been resolved.

Kawei comforted himself and hurriedly left the anatomy room.

There is a long corridor from the anatomy room to the gate of the third ward. Along the road, you can see several wards on the west side. Two of them are surgical wards under Ignatz's direct jurisdiction, and the remaining ones are occupied by eight obstetricians.

A maternity ward co-managed by doctors.

Labor is a close call, but before labor, the mother's body is basically healthy. So compared to the surgery department, which is full of lamentations, the obstetrics department is obviously much more lively.

But today it seems a bit too lively.

"What kind of hospital are you staying in? Come home with me!" Before he reached the door of the ward, Kawei heard an unfriendly man's voice, "It costs so much money to stay for a month, but I don't have any money! I still have a lot of work at home.

What you have to do, hurry up and leave!"

The man is not tall, but his ruthless attitude of never getting into trouble makes people dare not approach him, for fear that once he gets entangled, he will never be able to escape.

In comparison, the obstetrician on duty looked much more elegant. As soon as he stepped forward to block the way, but before he could reason with him, he received a solid punch in the face: "Get out! You can take advantage of these women."

, you still want to take possession of my wife? There is no way!"

After saying that, he forcefully pulled a woman with a bulging belly out of bed and walked all the way to the door.

Kawei didn't want to stop him at first. Whoever stops this kind of person will be in trouble. Not only will they be taken away, but they will also throw dirty water everywhere, and the job they just got will be lost. But when he saw that

When I was a pregnant woman, I still couldn’t hold it back for a while:

"Where are we going?"

"none of your business!"

Kawei kept some distance from him, at least to ensure his own safety first: "She needs surgery, and giving birth at home will definitely lead to death."

The man glanced at his wife behind him without any sign of pity: "She is my wife, and I have the final say where she will give birth. I will go home if I say she will. If she doesn't give birth, I will find another one."

What he said was not human at all, he was no different than an animal.

But in the 1860s, in this civilian hospital, it was a normal trivial matter [3]. Because more direct domestic violence was legal not long ago, and restricting the wife’s freedom of movement was not

It was written into the newly promulgated "Life Safety Law".

When things like this happen, nothing can be used, but money is the best thing to use.

Since he has objections to the monthly bed fee of less than 2 kronor, then satisfy him: "Your wife will give birth in less than 20 days, and I will pay for the bed fee before then."

When the man saw that it was a krona coin, he immediately stretched out his hand to take it. Just as the coin was about to follow its new owner to the gambling table, a third party suddenly intercepted it and said, "Isn't this your fare to the police station? How can you do it so casually?"

Just give it to me casually?”

"Who are you?"
To be continued...