The University of Vienna is located in the west side of the city. It has been established for 500 years and is the oldest university in Austria.
The affiliated medical school is one of the largest medical universities in the world and one of the oldest medical training and research sites in Europe. It has continuously provided a large number of outstanding medical talents to several hospitals in the city.
"Talents? You say these graduates are talents?!"
The question came from Ignatz, the director of surgery at the Vienna Municipal General Hospital and the author of the anatomy book in Kavey's hand.
At this time, he had just gotten off the operating table and was sitting in his office chair drinking coffee. He looked across the table from the hospital's deputy director of personnel management, Alina, and discussed the work of new admissions in a friendly manner.
Not long after Alina came to the hospital, she faced a rigid system, disorganized staff, and low work efficiency. The situation was not optimistic. A woman's status also forces her to achieve results as soon as possible. Only in this way can she continue to gain a foothold in the hospital.
The specific method has no technical content. To sum it up simply, a monarch and a courtier inject fresh blood into the hospital, replace the old with the new, and when the new people become old people, it can promote the birth of a new system.
She recruited these graduates from the medical school and went through two screenings before entering the hospital. Scolding them was equivalent to scolding Alina herself. She could not accept such an evaluation and had to argue with reason: "They are the best graduates in the medical school and have achieved very good results during their time in school."
"You mean to say that as long as you have good grades, you are a talent?"
Ignatz put down the coffee cup, picked up the list on the side, and pulled out the stack of student resumes:
"I have to admit that these children's medical school examination scores are indeed excellent, especially these ones are better than when I was studying in the hospital. But can you become a surgeon if you have good scores? Can you use a scalpel to cut the patient's small intestine with a good score? Or can you do a good job as a assistant to stop bleeding during cesarean section? Or..."
"Ig~"
Alina knew very well why he was angry. She had no room for further arguments either emotionally or rationally, so she could only choose to overcome the toughness with softness: "I know that the surgery yesterday afternoon made you very angry. They really have no experience, and mistakes are always inevitable. You You have to give them some opportunities.”
"There are no second chances for patients!"
"But we are really short of surgeons. If we don't give these medical students an answer today, they will definitely choose to go to other hospitals."
"They are no different from murderers. They go wherever they like."
"You are making baseless accusations and slander!"
"This is a fact. My 12-bed patients were killed by them!"
Ignatz didn't accept this trick at all, so Elena could only use some tough measures when she saw this.
She breathed a long sigh of relief and straightened the hem of her black skirt that was a little messy because of her anger: "Director Ignatz, I am the vice president of personnel management of this hospital. I have the right to admit them, but you have no right to interfere. "
"Yes, I have no right to ask."
Ignatz was well aware of the scope of his power, so he was quite well prepared for this counterattack:
"You can assign them to the medical ward, where all you have to do is listen to the patient with a stethoscope. They are not ignorant enough to strangle the patient with a stethoscope, and they can't kill anyone with that crap. "
Ignatz is known throughout the hospital for his sharp tongue and has almost paranoid strict requirements for his subordinates.
Looking at the whole hospital, the only one who has equal status and can compete with him verbally is Alina: "The internal medicine ward doesn't need so many doctors at all, and I also have the right to allocate their work locations!"
"No problem, you can admit them or assign them to the surgical ward." Ignatz was not afraid at all. He picked up the coffee cup again and took a sip in his mouth. After moistening his throat, he continued, "Similarly Yes, I also have the right to decide whether to leave or leave the personnel in the operating room."
"It's just as ridiculous for a surgeon to lose access to the operating room as it is for a physician to lose his stethoscope. You can't do that!"
"I'm the head of the surgical ward, so of course I can."
While trying to secure job opportunities for medical students, he is also working hard to find successor talents for his own hospital. Alina is smooth and delicate in dealing with things, and is perseverant enough to achieve her goals, but she can appear too hysterical at certain times.
The other side is completely self-centered, has machismo written all over its face, and at the same time brings together the two necessary qualities of a nineteenth-century surgeon: confidence and boldness. It's just that the aristocratic elegance in Ignatz did not have any positive effect. Instead, these two characters evolved into: arrogance and unscrupulousness.
He had ten thousand reasons to hate these medical students, because the cesarean section operation was indeed messed up by them, killing one and two. (1)
But thinking that there were indeed too few doctors available in the ward, he had to make a concession: "Forget it, I agree to admit two medical students to work in my ward."
Alina didn't expect that he would let go. She was stunned and quickly followed: "We must ensure that they can enter the operating room."
"no problem."
"Three!"
Ignatz was stunned for a moment, looking at the three fingers she stretched out, and the curse words seemed to be in his throat: "Hey, you are too..."
"Now there are only you, Hills, and Herman in the entire surgical ward. If we don't add new doctors, how will you compete with other hospitals for patients?" Alina asked, "Do you rely on those rumbling steam engines?"
"That...that's okay."
Ignatz hesitated for a moment, then took out three student lists and handed them over: "It's just them."
Alina took the resume and nodded: "They will report here on time before eight o'clock tomorrow."
"Don't leave in a hurry, I haven't finished speaking yet."
"I know you have a request, tell me, what do you want?"
"I need to buy another hand-operated suction device. It must be made in Germany!" (2)
"This is not cheap." Alina hesitated for a while, but finally agreed: "I need to discuss it with the finance department, but there should be no problem."
"There is also the apprenticeship system!" Ignatz reiterated what he had been emphasizing, "I can let them enter the surgical ward or the operating room. But it must be, you heard me clearly, I mean must!" They must study in the hospital for at least half a year, put aside those condescending attitudes, and start everything as an apprentice!"
Alina finally frowned: "Do you think you are teaching sculpture?"
"Surgery is much harder than carving! And..."
Ignatz glanced at her and gave a specific example: "The United Kingdom passed the Clinicians and Pharmacists Act as early as 1815, requiring medical students to complete at least half a year of clinical apprenticeship before they can officially work. We have The expectations of these students are too low.”
Compared with doctors, apprentices are a very downgraded working class. It is sometimes more uncomfortable to let the children of nobles and celebrities become apprentices than to kill them. (3)
Alina is not an unreasonable person. Since the other party has made concessions, she has to express something: "Forget it, I will talk to them tomorrow."
"This is my bottom line."
"I know."
"Then let's talk about the last one."
Alina frowned: "Why do you have so many demands?"
"Three people and three conditions, that's not too much, right?"
"Tell me, what are the conditions?"
"Corpse, I want a corpse!" Ignatz didn't express his true thoughts until then, "I hope that a corpse will be sent to my dissecting room every week, instead of the dead pigs in the slaughterhouse! "
Alina was also helpless: "You should know that death row prisoners can no longer be used. Now a corpse costs at least 30 kronor on the black market. How much money do you make in a month?" (4)
"The hospital spends more than 50,000 crowns every year. Is it difficult to spend 30 crowns to get some corpses?"
Anatomy is the most direct and effective way for surgeons to become familiar with the internal structure of the human body. In the current lack of surgical technology and anatomical knowledge, the success rate of surgical treatment is very low. If you want to find effective surgical methods, you must use cadavers.
Of course Alina hopes that Ignatz's work can go smoothly, but unfortunately, the connections and financial power are not in her hands: "I have to talk to the dean, he is more familiar with Vienna's teachings and practices."
"You have to hurry up and get me one in the next two days."
Three operations failed in a row this week. Ignatz was really anxious: "I have a few more operations this week. I don't want them to sleep in the hospital bed and wait to die."
"I can only do my best."
"I want affirmation."
"OK......"
Alina finally completed her work as deputy dean. After looking at the list of students she had just obtained, her tone suddenly softened. Before she left, she didn't forget to step forward and look at her husband's haggard face, put a hand on his shoulder, and asked softly: "Are you going home for dinner tonight?"
Ignatz looked at the medical records on the table and held her cold hand: "I have to go to the autopsy room at night, so I won't come back."
...
Ignaz is the most famous surgeon in Austria. He coordinates and manages the three major wards of the hospital: obstetrics, general surgery and orthopedics. But just like what his wife said just now, the Municipal General Hospital has no room for him to continue his nonsense. (5)
The corpse is very important, but the hospital also has difficulties. The source of the corpse is a problem for surgeons across Europe. Ignatz cannot pin all his hopes on the hospital.
"Herman! Herman!!"
A small young man at the door heard the call, stood up suddenly and ran into the office: "Teacher, I'm here!"
"Go and get me a carriage."
"Carriage?" Herman didn't understand the meaning, thinking that he had forgotten that there was a surgical training class in the afternoon. "Teacher, you have a class at three o'clock in the afternoon, mainly teaching suturing and wound trimming."
"If you don't want to go, come up."
After saying that, Ignatz picked up the coat behind the chair and walked out.
"I?"
Herman followed Ignatz out of the office, feeling surprised and happy that this was a rare opportunity. But as a student, he still needs to remain more humble and reserved: "I'm afraid that I am not strong enough."
Ignatz didn't have time to fight with him: "Then go find Hills and let him go."
All this seems to be in Herman's calculation: "Teacher Hills just left the hospital and said she was going to the university to check information."
"Then what else can you say? It's you."
"Okay, I'll try my best..."
Ignatz suddenly stopped and looked back at his student: "Try your best? Can you not say try your best? Don't hide your confidence in your pocket, you have to take it out! You are the greatest surgeon in Austria. Student, you must do your best!”
These words are obviously not in line with Herman's character, but at this time, he can only bite the bullet and say: "Well, I will definitely do it...the best!"
"Right, that is it."
Herman breathed a sigh of relief and handed over the hat he had just taken out: "Teacher, your hat."
"Oh, yes, yes, forget the hat."
Ignatz quickly walked to the lobby on the ground floor of the hospital, found a floor-to-ceiling mirror placed at the door, stopped to tidy up his appearance, fiddled with his beard, and then put on the black wide-brimmed hat upright: " Don’t lose your hat.”
"Teacher, where are you going?"
"Police station."
