Chapter 243 239.Schrödinger’s Life and Death and Antidote

In this temporary barracks hospital, the situation that the soldier encountered just now is not uncommon.

In fact, this kind of "resurrection from the dead" occasionally occurs in modern times, but it almost does not exist in formal medical institutions. The reason lies in the measurement of vital signs and the final rescue work.

But in the chaotic post-war barracks of the 19th century, it was difficult for the accompanying doctors to judge whether the patient was really dead from the most basic inspection and palpation, especially since they had not yet fully mastered the vital signs and body temperature diagnosis described by Carvey.

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After all, when the number of doctors and patients is seriously disproportionate, it is difficult for doctors to carry out complex vital sign measurements in an unsupervised environment.

In fact, in surgery, this kind of Schrödinger's chance of life and death is very rare, because after simple trauma treatment, the "wound ulcer + high fever + syncope" package is enough to take away a soldier's life, and it is almost impossible to have an accident.

Internal medicine is different. Soldiers have no exposed wounds, only very subtle symptoms. Quick judgment does require a certain amount of clinical medical experience. After experiencing the dilution of the impact of a large number of wounded soldiers, they cannot concentrate and become more sloppy.

Being able to retain 30% of the original experience is already considered valuable.

Adams was the victim of Schrödinger's life and death. He used to live in the medical ward, but now he has been beaten several times with a stick and is now a member of the surgery department.

Kawei couldn't question a deputy marshal's medical philosophy, and the letter from Archduke Brecht in his hand was just like a blank piece of paper in his hand. But he still needed to declare his status and his desire to make changes.

determination, otherwise, the Western Front will inevitably suffer a rout.

"Deputy Marshal Laming, although this is your barracks, the temporary rescue center in the barracks is not under the jurisdiction of the director of the General Hospital of the Northern Front Olmitz Fortress. But there is one thing I need to remind you."

Kawei gently raised his right index finger, pointed to the military rank on the collar of his military uniform, and said: "In addition to the title of director of a field general hospital, I also hold the title of deputy inspector of the military medical department."

"Deputy inspector? What deputy inspector?" Laming still didn't understand the rank and position of military doctors in the army. "My Sixth Army has its own military medical department inspector."

"Strictly speaking, he is under my control."

Kawei originally didn't want to talk nonsense with the defeated deputy marshal, because he just took the literal meaning of Archduke Brecht's message and he was here to help. It may not be possible to mess around with things, especially to change power.

Conducive to frontline warfare.

But he didn't know before that such dirty things were happening on the Western Front, hundreds of kilometers away.

If doctors can't tell whether a soldier is alive or dead, then what morale does this army have?

Laming seemed to understand what Kawei meant. He picked a bottle of wine from the wine table next to his desk, filled himself a glass, and said, "You mean you want to take over here?"

"The medical system here has collapsed. There are insufficient manpower and the medical concept is very outdated. It cannot guarantee the safety of the soldiers." Kawei said very directly. In his opinion, stating the interests and harms can best make the other party understand the seriousness of the matter.

, "If I take over, the situation just now should not happen again."

Laming smiled and shook his head, tactfully refuting his views and requests: "No, I think it's fine now."

"The living are treated as dead, that's good???"

"It's just an inevitable mistake. Isn't Lieutenant Adams awake?" Laming took a sip of red wine and said calmly.

Kawei couldn't figure out his logical thinking about this matter for a while: "What about those who haven't woken up? Are they really dead?"

"Yes, I just said it in the purest German. Didn't Dr. Kawei understand?" Lamin put down his wine glass, glanced at Kawei, and then turned back to look at the war map on the wall.

, "The Sixth Army's temporary rescue center is now operating normally. Dr. Kawei should go look elsewhere."

Kawei didn't know where his mysterious self-confidence came from. Perhaps the defeat in the previous battles was directly related to this person's character.

He had reason to suspect that Deputy Marshal Wilhelm von Laming in front of him had been dazzled by his wrong confidence and failure, and needed to report the matter to Vienna as soon as possible. But before that, he still wanted to fight for it again: "

I respect the deputy marshal's decision, but as a doctor, I should be able to visit the lieutenant just now, right?"

Laming nodded: "Please do as you like."

"Farewell."

Since Kawei can't suppress Laming and can't get the management rights of the hospital, he can only settle for the second best and rely on his own military medical philosophy to change the treatment methods here. At least there can be no more weird operations of treating the living as the dead.

, because it is no different from being buried alive.

Moreover, Adams was not a wounded soldier, but a patient who had been ill from the beginning. It was prudent to see him as a preventive measure.

Adams was being locked up in a small, separate room at the corner of the barracks hospital. It looked like it was originally a simple farmhouse. The door was locked and a sign saying "Mental Abnormality" was hung.

"I'm Dr. Carvey."

There was a soldier standing at the door, who must have been called to take care of Adams. When he saw the young Kavi, he originally wanted to drive him away, but when he took a closer look at his back and collar badge, his attitude immediately changed dramatically.

He was unwilling to admit this emotionally, and his age and collar badge were seriously inconsistent. However, the objective facts were right in front of him, and as an ordinary soldier, he must give a due response.

He put his legs together, made the most standard standing posture, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant General! I am here to take care of mental patients on the orders of the chief doctor of the army."

Kawei nodded, smiled and told him to relax, and then asked: "Is Lieutenant Adams, who fired just now, locked up here?"

"Yes, right here."

"He was hit several times on the head. Has the surgeon come to see him?"

"The surgeon has just left." The guard was not sure of his statement. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I think he brought the instrument box over. I should have stitched up his wound."

These surgeons do not know enough about firearm injuries to the brain, but they still have some understanding of blunt force injuries to the brain, so they should not misjudge. Of course, nothing is certain. Kawei must go in and take a look: "I want to go in

Look at him."

The guard was very embarrassed: "Theoretically, no one can enter this room without the chief doctor's order!"

"Not even Deputy Marshal Laming?"

"this"

Kawei smiled and said: "I just went in to see him, I have no other ideas."

"But this guy is very emotionally unstable and is too dangerous, Lieutenant General. If I were you, I would never meet such a madman."

It can be seen that the guards are really worried about Kawei's safety. However, this also further aroused Kawei's thirst for knowledge. Why was he sentenced to death, why did he wake up and develop mental abnormalities.

"Don't worry, I have my own guard. If he doesn't have a gun in his hand, he can't hurt me."

The guard looked at the military uniforms of him and the guards behind him, and then focused on their military ranks. To be honest, even the collar badges of the guards behind him were enough to order the commander of his infantry regiment: "Okay then, I'll give it to you.

Open the door."

"Thank you."

The guard quickly took out the key and unlocked the door: "Please pay attention to the time, if you are seen by the chief doctor"

"I understand." Kavi patted him on the shoulder, "Just give me ten minutes."

This house is just the most ordinary bungalow. There are only two rooms in it. The windows have been sealed. All the furniture and daily necessities that should have been there have been removed and replaced with several hospital beds. Something is wrong with the doctor here.

The mental problems that soldiers would have had been foreseen before, and temporary psychiatric asylums had been arranged early.

But now the only one who is lucky enough to live here is Adams.

"Lieutenant Adams." Kavey put on a mask and gloves and slowly walked up to him, "I'm Doctor Kavey."

Adams' hands were tied to the bed, his head was wrapped in a large number of bandages, and several days of dried blood could still be seen on his face. His eyes were closed tightly, and he had no intention of replying when someone said hello.

Kawei's time was indeed limited, so he went to an extreme in questioning: "I want to ask you why you were put in the morgue."

This sentence directly touched Adams' pain point: "Are you kidding me? Are you asking me why? Aren't you a doctor? The doctor came to ask the patient why he appeared in the morgue??? There is nothing funnier than this in the world.

A joke?"

Kawei looked at his angry look and smiled: "It seems he's not crazy."

"Of course I'm not crazy, it's the doctors who diagnosed me who are crazy!"

Kawei raised his hand and touched his forehead. His body temperature was still normal. The wound just now was just a scalp laceration. There was a lot of bleeding but no bones were damaged. As for whether there was brain hemorrhage, we could only wait and see what happens.

"What disease did you have before?"

"The doctor didn't know it at first, but later he said I might have eaten randomly and had food poisoning," Adams said, "and then gave me an antidote."

"Antidote?" Kawei frowned, having a bad premonition, "What antidote?"

"It seems to be a very expensive antidote, and I heard that the ingredients used are very particular." Adams recalled the original scene again, "He also prepared it in front of me, using various powders and herbs, mixed in

A detoxification pill made together.”【1】

Kawei didn't want to hear this and continued to ask: "Let's not talk about the antidote for now, why don't you tell me what symptoms you had before?"

"The body temperature was very high, chills, headache, fatigue, vomiting, bone and joint pain all over the body, muscle pain, anyway, I felt pain everywhere." Adams recalled the painful memories of the initial illness, "I stayed in the ward for a long time

For 11 days, I have been feeling hot all over my body, it’s so uncomfortable!”

"What about after taking the antidote?"

"My stomach hurts, very painful!" Adams explained, "but the doctor said it was removing toxins and asked me to endure it."

"Then?"

"Then of course there was diarrhea, but it was only two or three times. In addition to this, my saliva also increased, and the vomiting that was almost gone also appeared." Adams was very disgusted with the doctor's treatment method, "That's it.

He also wanted to give me this antidote, saying it was very effective, but I really couldn’t stand the reaction, so I refused.”

"It seems that some mercury has been added to it." Kawei has mastered the inherent routines of physicians for more than half a year and can deduce the raw materials of the medicine from the symptoms. "If I guessed correctly, you should not be poisoned.

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"I knew it! It's definitely not poisoning!!!"

Judging from the time, he started to fall ill when the troops were assembled, and he missed almost all military deployments. There were not so many wounded soldiers at the beginning, and the diagnosis error was completely due to the doctor's negligence.
To be continued...