Chapter 292 288. The Inner Volume of the 19th Century

Paris has a unique romance that is different from other cities, but after peeling off this layer of ideological skin, its inner structure is still the same.

Just like big cities like London, Berlin, Vienna, New York, Paris is also composed of various "worlds". Each "world" is wonderful, and does not interact with each other, and is independent of other "worlds".

They are like dazzling gems inlaid on the crown, making this crown with a history of 1,500 years dazzling, and also making it particularly heavy.

The largest one is undoubtedly the art that focuses on painting, followed by the growing political, fashion, finance, diet, etc. that are enough to demonstrate France's strength. But if time is redirected to more than 20 years ago, science will definitely be the first.

The position of three.

And in the scientific community with a huge number of people, medicine is a very prominent existence.

The medical community in Paris is very famous and even once became a medical center in the whole world.

The pressure brought by a complete medical education system and absolute involuntary production has given birth to a large number of hospitals and countless outstanding doctors, medical technicians, nurses, interns, and tens of thousands of patients who come to see the doctor.

In Paris, the number of people engaged in medical-related work is equivalent to the population of a small city. Too much monks and less porridge has created fierce competition, jealousy, and suspicion are as prevalent as any performance company.

Unlike the modern and modern United States, which stands out in the medical field, the medical level of the emerging country of the 19th century is not comparable to that of the old European power, and it is not even qualified to be beaten.

"The cholera more than 30 years ago, 12 hospitals in Paris treated more than 60,000 patients. In comparison, London only has 40,000, Berlin less than 30,000, Vienna only has 10,000, and Moscow may not even have 5,000.

.”

Kavi sat in the carriage, looking at the scenery outside the window while listening to Edward talking about Paris: "What about New York?"

Edward didn't understand why Carvey mentioned the inconspicuous city, but she still acted decent enough: "New York? Oh, yes, there is New York, but Dr. Carvey, that was 1830, not now.

The hospital is not big, maybe even 2,000 people are in trouble."

In fact, if you want to say something more, most of the so-called New York hospitals were left by the British, and the hospitals opened by the British always seem petty in the eyes of the French.

The chain of contempt was born.

"Mr. Ambassador knows these things in the medical field very well."

"Isn't it just to send you here for temporary compensation?"

Kawei originally wanted to mock him, but he thought that he didn't care about those things and gave up. After all, in the eyes of the French medical community, he was just an unknown little doctor, and he had not even learned systematic medical science and had talent.

There must be, the success of the operation is probably just a false news.

In the eyes of everyone, such a doctor who should not be a doctor actually came to perform a surgery tour, which was just a show.

The down-to-earth French medical workers naturally would not waste time for a show, so there were only three people greeted at the train station, two of whom were clerks from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

"I was flattered by Dr. Albaran to greet me at the train station."

Alba Lai just smiled: "It should."

Seeing that he was like this, Kawei couldn't help it and asked, "I heard that you are a student of Teacher Mosie?"

"right."

Albaran looks less than 30 years old, but he seems very reserved and doesn't even dare to speak much. The identity gap between an ordinary surgeon and an ambassador to foreign countries is fully reflected in this carriage.

"It's also done prostate research?"

"Um."

"It seems that Dr. Albaran is very knowledgeable about urethral stenosis caused by the prostate."

"No, no, you are too proud." Alba's lazy waved his hand and his face turned red. "When it comes to prostate, how could I compare to Teacher Mosie, and I heard that Dr. Kavi handles the prostate very well too.

have to."

Kawei is far from that modest, but he still has to be low-key when he first arrived: "I have not studied much."

"I heard you had just finished the tumor removal for Mr. Edham in Vienna?" Albaran tried to ask a question, "Is the operation going well?"

"Everything goes well for the time being." The only thing Carve is worried about now is Edham's physical condition. "Realistically speaking, I should stay in Vienna within a week after the operation. Now I can only rely on telegrams to convey the message. I hope Edmund will be the first to do so.

Mr. Mu can successfully end the recovery period."

Albaran actually has no idea about Edham's tumor, and the previous consultation was not something that he, a little person, could attend. The conversation about this was just to add some topics and interactions.

But who knew that as soon as Kawei opened his mouth, he talked about everything he understood and had no room for answering.

Ask about tumor-related content?

How to operate?

Or the next treatment details?

Albaran is still a little self-aware. Even if Kavi is young and has no theoretical knowledge, he is still a doctor who can be with Teacher Mosie.

Just like American students came to Paris for further study in recent years, even if they do not have a medical student’s undergraduate degree, they can still attend classes. Even if they have obtained a university pass, they can visit the anatomy classroom, specimen showroom and surgical theater at any time.

The seemingly unreasonable teaching system can reveal many wizards. Now most chief doctors and professors in the United States have come to France, and at the beginning they were just elementary apprentices who followed the doctor.

Maybe the young man in front of him is the same as them

"Doctor Albaran, let's talk about your and Mr. Mosie's hospital." Seeing that he was not interested in surgery, Kawei took the initiative to change the topic, "I have to go there to make a report today, I want to know first.

Condition."

"Oh well."

The Palace Hospital of the Main Palace should be one of the oldest hospitals in Paris and even Europe. It is located next to Notre Dame Cathedral and is a large five-story building. The hospital has 1,800 beds and serves nearly 20,000 patients every year.

All free treatments like other Paris hospitals.

"The surgery department in our hospital is top-notch in France." Albaran's smile was full of pride, "Dr. Kavey will definitely learn a lot this month."

"I'm looking forward to it."

In fact, there are far more than one of the main palace hospitals in Paris, and nearly twenty hospitals of all sizes, including Grande, Sabert, and Mercy Hospitals, and the number is almost exceeding that of medical schools in the United States at that time.

Among them, the main palace, the hospital of benevolence and love are not far from each other, and the University of Paris Medical School, which is responsible for delivering talents, is nearby, which jointly creates the medical core of Europe.

When Kawei went to the Main Palace Hospital for the surgical report and demonstration this time, the other two hospitals would also send people to listen, which was a good opportunity.

"The original time should be just one hour later, but we just got off the train, so why not wait for tomorrow morning."

Edward wanted to change the time and hoped that Carvey could face the French doctors who were extremely picky about medicine with the best mental outlook.

Albaran on the side also meant this. The main palace hospital is not other casual medical institutions. Here, the morning rounds are full of gunpowder: "Doctor Kavi, you should take a night off first and go tomorrow.

.”

But Kawei disagreed with this: "Tomorrow? No need, I have a good rest on the train, just go there."

Although Edward always wanted Kawei to have a cesarean section, Kawei did not clearly show what kind of surgery to come here, because those obstetricians could not hand over the labor of the mother to a young man who was only 18 years old.

In the hands of man.

The so-called conference report only uses a small conference room, with sporadic medical students sitting in it, and they all came when they were free, which was equivalent to being released from pigeons.

Kawei casually talked about cases and surgical treatments, and his enthusiasm was quickly wiped out: "What time is it now?"

"3:18." said Albaran, who accompanied him.

"Thank you very much for coming in as my audience. I really can't continue to report this." Kavey apologized to the medical students, "No one seems to care whether I'm coming to Paris. I guess the original scheduled circuit surgery will also be required.

Stop. Dr. Albaran.”

"exist!"

Kawei closed his record book, lifted the surgical instrument box and prepared to leave: "I'll go back to the hotel first."

After seven or eight years of medical education, Albaran is very clear about the amount of the report just now. Any case that is taken out is placed in the main palace hospital, which will attract the attention of more than a dozen doctors.

It was not until now that he knew what the "genius" that Mosier wrote in his letters before meant. [1]

It's a pity to let such a character leave like this.

"Doctor Kavey, why not," Albaran hesitated for a while before saying, "Why not go to the surgical ward to see it? I'll take you there and see the patients we're taking."

Kawei knew that he was just a semi-intern and half-working surgical assistant and could not have real power in the ward. Without the director's consent, it was obvious that it was illegal to bring outsiders into the ward to get the basic information about patients.

So he had to confirm again and again whether he was really willing to do this: "I'm afraid this is not very good."

"It's okay, Teacher Mosie mentioned you repeatedly in the letter. If it were him, he would definitely take you to the ward." Albaran was willing to do so, "What's more, you had the surgery for Mr. Edham.

Doctor, fully qualified to enter the ward."

Kavi smiled and nodded, "Okay, listen to you."

In the ancient main palace hospital, each ward is like a castle hall.

There are shiny oak floors on the ground, and huge windows ensure lighting and ventilation. Hundreds of beds are placed on both sides of the ward. Each bed has a separate white cloth curtain hanging from the height, leaving private space for patients and families.

It was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Kavi arrived at the surgical ward, but dozens of St. Augustine's nuns were still busy with nurses working everywhere.

Compared to the previous appearance of the Municipal General Hospital, it is obviously much more professional here. Compared with modern hospitals, there is no leisure to enjoy here. A round-trip at 6 o'clock every morning may cost many doctors the lives of them.

And they get off work at 6 o'clock and 6 o'clock in the afternoon.

Sometimes the operation is performed a little slower, or if an accident occurs, the surgical assistant and other cleaners may have to work overtime to do the cleaning work. The only thing that has not appeared is the evil duty system, one that consumes the life of the doctor to save more

The system of patients' lives.

"Adele, send medical records of 13 beds, 24 beds, 62 beds and 97 beds to the office."
To be continued...