8.The fourth person

Style: Romance Author: West windWords: 3364Update Time: 24/01/12 01:27:24
In the 19th century when industry was booming, in beautiful Europe, social and humanistic thought did not actually keep up with the pace of scientific development. The status of women during this period was still similar to that in the Middle Ages. Most of them could only stay at home to take care of housework and take care of children, or go to other people's homes to take care of housework and take care of children.

The former is called a housewife, while the latter is called a "maid".

In order to keep women at home, the "scientists" composed entirely of men also classified women's excessive emotional expression due to sensibility into the category of mental illness.

Because according to "scientific" methods, it can be proved that whether it is excessive physical labor or complicated knowledge research, it can stimulate women's "fragile" nerves and cause hysteria.

It seems ridiculous now, but at the time it was an iron rule that all men fought to uphold.

Just like her husband Ignatz, Elena is not an ordinary woman who is content with the status quo. She is an exception in all Austria.

This exception also needs to meet several conditions.

Her aristocratic status and substantial family wealth allowed her to receive a good aristocratic education since she was a child; her status as an only daughter allowed her to be favored by the whole family, especially her father; and her strong character allowed her to abandon the flower vase route of being a noble lady and instead We have embarked on the path of the strongman elite.

Although she was unable to go to college, the tutors hired by her father made her proficient in Latin, Greek, various literary and historical classics, opera, painting appreciation, riding, economics and the latest trend in personnel management. (1)

The person who taught Latin was Ignatz, who was still studying in medical school at the time. (2)

Being well-matched made the love between the two people transition smoothly to the stage of marriage, and the disturbances in the middle were all trivial.

After marrying Ignatz, Alina once wanted to find a suitable job for herself, but she failed in the end. It wasn't until her father invested a lot of money in the city's general hospital that she relied on her knowledge to naturally become the vice president here.

In the first half of Alina's life, study, love, and work were all about breaking through the shackles imposed on women in this era.

But such a figure who is always at the forefront of history still showed a more conservative side when he saw the list of new hospital employees. "Who is Kawhi Hines...?"

"Oh, he's my new apprentice."

Ignatz was sitting in his office, flipping through the new issue of "The Lancet". When he saw his wife asking about Kawei, he looked up at the time on the wall clock: "It's 8 o'clock now... .He should report to the hospital soon."

"Yesterday you refused to accept people, why did you suddenly increase the number of people by one more now?"

"You forced those three on me."

“They are all the best graduates of medical school and have a great passion for surgery!”

Alina wanted to repeat her point of view, but Ignatz was tired of hearing it. He shook his head and said: "Okay, okay, I understand. Didn't I agree to your request yesterday and accept them?" What?"

"Then why did you charge one more?"

"Yesterday you said that I charged too little. Why are you still not satisfied when I charged one more today?"

"I just find it weird."

Her husband once again stood against her: "He met my requirements for a surgical apprentice, so I recruited him, and that was it."

"Okay, as long as you are satisfied, everything is easy to discuss." Both in public and in private, Alina was happy to see the hospital's surgery develop and grow, and did not ask further, "But it's still the same as before, even if you pass the assessment test, you can't He needs to fill out his resume. These personnel files can solve a lot of troubles. We mentioned it at the meeting."

"CV?"

Ignatz thought that bringing Kaweila to the hospital was just a formality, but he forgot about it.

He put down the medical journal he just bought, picked up the coffee on the table, moved it to his mouth, blew two puffs of hot air, and replied lightly: "He came in a hurry, and he didn't have time to write this kind of thing, and you know I don’t really like doing this paperwork.”

Alina didn't realize the complexity of the matter at all.

Thinking that the other party is her husband, he has to face the life and death of patients every day, and the pressure is huge. As a wife, she can do all the trivial things like writing a resume. So Alina quickly adjusted her mentality, pulled out a piece of white paper from the side, and said:

"It doesn't matter, I'll write it... How old is he now?"

Ignatz's mouth was filled with the aroma of coffee, but his head was a mess. Recalling the dinner last night, he always felt particularly disconnected: "Maybe in his early 20s."

"About?" Alina frowned, "I want specific figures."

"He is an orphan. He doesn't even know his birthday. How old is he?"

This was a good reason. Alina had no way to refute it and could only continue to ask: "Which university did you graduate from? Vienna University? Or Graz University of Technology?"

Ignatz knew he couldn't escape, so he was heartbroken and replied directly: "He has never gone to college."

"Didn't you go to college?" Alina finally realized that something was wrong and put down the pen and paper in her hand. "It doesn't matter if you haven't gone to college. You are an apprentice anyway... What about middle school?"

Ignatz shook his head, and then began to formulate sentences, hoping to describe Kawei's identity as euphemistically as possible: "He was previously employed by the Royal Forestry Service and is a hard-working and excellent gardener."

Alina sighed, and modified the answer just like a gardener pruning branches: "Just a tree cutter?"

"In layman's terms...that's right."

"My understanding of medicine is not deep, and my understanding of surgical work is only superficial." Elena sighed, "Professor Ignatz, I would like to ask, are cutting down trees and cutting off legs the same thing? "

"of course not!"

"Then why hire him?"

"Actually, the surgical apprentice is not that high-ranking. He is just a hired worker, just like a factory worker." Ignatz played a word game with her.

"Then he works in the surgical ward?"

"certainly."

Alina found a counterpoint: "'Surgery is also medicine, and surgeons are also doctors!' Who said this to me in the first place?"

"I said."

"What about 'doctors should go to medical school and study hard'?"

"also me."

"It's fine that you had confused views a few days ago, but today you are already incoherent. So, why did you let a lumberjack who didn't even go to middle school come in as an apprentice?"

The more Alina thought about it, the more strange she felt: "And when the hospital wanted to abolish the medical apprenticeship system, you also voted in favor."

Ignatz drank the freshly brewed coffee. After much deliberation, he had no good reason and could only try his best to defend:

"Kavi is not a doctor now, he is just an assistant of mine. Based on his understanding of anatomy, he can participate in surgical operations even if he does not go to medical school. And I did not say that he will not have the opportunity to go to medical school in the future. "

"Can he use a scalpel? Can he use a bone saw? Can he apply blood vessel compression on your marked blood vessels with as much force as you want?"

"Is this..." Unconfidence gradually appeared on Ignatz's face, "I will teach him these things. Those students who graduated from the so-called orthodox medical school also did not teach them in the first few months when they first came to the hospital. Can’t do this.”

The confrontation between the couple finally came to an end, and the differences in employment tended to be balanced in repeated confrontations. After a short break, the focus of the next wave of confrontation quickly shifted from Kawi to Ignatz himself.

"You didn't go home last night. Where were you?"

There was no precursor or transition to Elina's question. It was like a cold arrow shot from the dark, which made Ignatz's heart skip a beat: "Where to go? I have been staying in the hospital, and the stone bed in the anatomy room is still there. It’s a dead pig carcass.”

"Really?" Alina felt that things were more and more strange, "I saw that you were so confused, I thought you went to drink."

"Drinking? No! How could I go drinking..."

Ignatz's defense was too simple and unconvincing. Elena didn't say much when she saw this. Instead, she slowly walked up to him and sniffed carefully: "Why do you have a faint smell on you?" White wine smell?.”

"No, no, that should be the whiskey used to soak the corpse." Ignatz continued to excuse himself, "I went to the police station to find Musil in the evening, hoping to get some corpses, but unfortunately I didn't succeed."

As a qualified noble lady, Alina is proficient in tea art and wine tasting.

Austrian white wine is famous far and wide, how could she mistake the smell of two wines.

But considering that Ignatz had another surgery next, she silently suppressed this concern and did not ask further: "The hand-cranked suction device you want has been prepared and will be delivered from Berlin in a week, Germany." The latest model.”

"real?"

"The hospital spent a lot of money, so how should the salary of the extra fourth person be calculated?"

Alina's finger pointed at the name of "Kavi Hines": "I personally suggest that paying him 7 crowns a month is enough. If there is a serious mistake or you are late or leave early, you will need to deduct additional wages."

Ignatz didn't expect his wife to be so cruel. A new nurse could earn 15 crowns a month, but Kawi didn't even earn half of that. If she knew how much money she had for dinner last night, that would be fine.

"Don't look at me like that. You should know how difficult it is for the hospital. I am also cutting costs and have no other intention."

Seeing that he was in the wrong and there was not much room for discussion, Ignatz chose to avoid the sharp point: "If his follow-up work is good, can he increase his salary?"

"That's natural."

"Okay, just 7 crowns."

...

Ignatz's office is on the third floor of the main administrative building of the hospital, but Kawei, who had previously agreed to report to the office first, went to the ward first.

If the temporary medical station established by the WHO on the African savannah is compared to a hospital ward, then the so-called ward here can only be called a vegetable market.

The small room was packed with beds, the voices of family members and nurses communicating with each other were endless, and the floor was filled with food scraps and garbage left over from daily life.

The theory of airborne cholera still prevailed, and the closed windows filled the room with an indescribable rancid smell. Those bacteria that are invisible to the naked eye are trampling on the patient's wounds and having a carnival under everyone's eyes.

Kawei couldn't believe that the ward looked like this more than a hundred years ago. The hospital ward probably needed reform more than the surgical operation.

At this time, a young nurse ran towards him: "Can I help you?"

"Is this the surgical ward?"

"Yes." The nurse continued to ask, "Who are you looking for?"

Kawei shook his head: "I'm not here to find anyone, I'm a doctor."