In Europe in the 19th century, as people's fear of death grew, the income of doctors whose duty was to save people increased greatly.
A general internist in Vienna needs 6-10 years of medical study, including but not limited to physiology, physics, chemistry, botany, zoology, pathology, at least two years of anatomy, at least three years of philosophy, microscopy internship, mineralogy study......
After graduation, they also need to spend one year to obtain a medical license. After officially obtaining a medical license, the annual income of these general physicians can steadily exceed 5,000 kronor.
The training time for surgeons is much shorter, and they obtain a surgeon's license.
Compared with internal medicine, the annual income of general surgeons is much less, basically around 1,000 crowns. If the surgical techniques are immature and cannot attract theater audiences, then the income may even drop.
A top surgeon like Ignatz in the country will earn an annual income of 20,000 crowns, which includes the employment fee at the Municipal General Hospital, theater appearance fees, media interview fees, and anatomy teaching fees from the Medical University.
In the eyes of others, he has entered the ranks of the wealthy class. But what they don't know is that even though Ignatz has a lot of income, he also has a lot of expenses.
The hospital's source of corpses was not clear. Just to improve his skills, he spent more than 2,000 kronor on corpses every year.
In addition, he also has to prepare various costumes for the appearance and do daily maintenance for a set of surgical instruments in his hands. The cost of the new knife displayed by Count Morasso during the operation was as high as 1,000 crowns, which he paid out of his own pocket.
However, the annual income of physicians at his level has reached the level of 100,000, which includes hospital employment fees, consultation fees, research funds from medical schools, private remuneration from nobles, drug naming fees and Some weird capital investment fees.
All they need to see a doctor is a diagnostic doll, a stethoscope, plus paper and pen.
But even these top physicians who are well-known throughout the country, when facing the manor in front of Kawei, will still sincerely admire it deep in their hearts: It is really magnificent.
...
Set the time back 10 hours to 9 p.m.
The carriage that Ignatz and Elena were riding in was allowed to drive into the manor after presenting an invitation with a gold border.
This rare manor in Vienna took two full years to build and more than half a year to decorate and polish. It was handed over to the wealthy Hungarian businessman by Austria's most famous construction team a month ago.
This is the first time it has been officially opened to the outside world after the handover.
Carriages passed through the arched gate, passed through the spacious gravel road in the center, made a beautiful arc in front of the large flower bed, and stopped under the canopy in front of the steps. Ignatz is no longer the famous surgeon who can arouse the cheers of the whole theater. Standing in front of the snow-white door, he is just an insignificant baron.
The focus undoubtedly belongs to the daughter of the manor owner, Naya.
At the beginning of the dance, Naya walked up the brightly lit steps accompanied by her father. There were flowers on both sides, and there were many servants in robes and powdered faces.
As the two people slowly walked in, a clear violin sound first sounded in the hall, and then the whole band entered in sequence, and finally gathered together and began to play the first waltz of the whole ball. .
Naya wore a colorful tulle dress and a lavender shirt, decorated her long hair with fresh roses, faced everyone's gaze, and walked into the ball hall elegantly.
She has no shyness at all. The so-called social fear does not exist at all for her. It all comes from self-confidence, and a huge self-confidence that no one can match plays an important role behind it.
Beauty and status coexisted, and she soon attracted many young handsome men to come forward and invite her to dance with her.
Naturally, Ignatz would not take action. No matter how beautiful the woman in front of him was, his heart was always with Alina. Moreover, he was not good at dancing to begin with, and the main purpose of coming here was not to dance, but to get close to this wealthy Hungarian businessman. It would be better if he could get to know a few more wealthy people.
Relying on the good reputation he had built, as well as the influence of the medical minister, the director of the municipal general hospital, and a large amount of alcohol, the process went surprisingly smoothly. Coupled with the various compliments from students such as Bergt, Ignatz felt that it was natural for the first time.
After the dance party came to an end, dinners were served at 1 a.m., and the chat quickly advanced to surgical and medical investment projects after being catalyzed by the sumptuous French meal.
Although it seems inappropriate to talk about operations and cadavers at the dinner table, the Hungarian, who is also president of the multinational Industrial Credit Bank, is interested as long as there is a profit. After all, in his eyes, charity can also be profitable.
My daughter is lovely, my business is booming, and I have made so many friends in the art and cultural capital of Central Europe. Everything looked so good until the plate of ice-cold oysters with chunks of lemon was brought to him.
"To be honest, I've never eaten anything like this."
Laszlo looked at the strange-shaped oyster shells and laughed at himself: "But my French chef said that I am like a sweet oyster, mysterious, self-sufficient, and lonely [1], so I must Give it a try. It’s just that I, a traditional Hungarian, really..."
This attitude of refusing to welcome delicious food made the guests at the table feel hypocritical. Of course, the superficial appearance still needs to be decorated.
"I heard that these oysters got on the train directly from the mouth of the Belon River in Brittany, France. The whole journey was expedited and refrigerated with ice before being transported here. It would be a shame not to take a bite."
Laszlo heard that this man was flattering, and smiled and said: "I just invested a sum of money there two months ago to do oyster farming, and I also invested in the railway from France to Austria. These are considered as gifts from them. A little gift in return.”
"Oyster farms? So creative!"
"This is a bold and great decision."
"It seems that as long as we follow Mr. Laszlo closely, we will all have a good time."
"Mr. Laszlo, please try this delicious food. You will fall in love with it after just one bite."
With everyone's suggestions and encouragement, Laszlo squeezed a squeeze of lemon juice, picked up the oyster shell, lifted it slightly, and let the sweet ice-cold oyster meat slide into his mouth: "Well... this tastes crispy and elastic." It’s toothsome and has a little nutty aroma, which is good!”
This good sound, mixed with a few sips of sour white wine, immediately brought him into another realm that only belongs to gourmets.
Encouraged by this special mood, Laszlo quickly verbally agreed to Ignatz's request to have the steel factory under his name produce some surgical instruments with special structures for his work.
If his reputation as a surgeon could lead to sales of his equipment, he might even consider establishing a dedicated independent surgical laboratory for Ignatz. At the same time, Laszlo also decided to inject capital into the Municipal General Hospital, renovate one, two and two old wards, expand the third ward, and increase the supply of medicines and corpses...
In addition, he also agreed to many other investment projects, as if the credit bank behind him had an endless supply of kroner.
The clock on the wall slowly passed three o'clock. Seeing that a perfect night was about to come to an end with the Gallop dance after dinner, the oyster meat that entered Laszlo's stomach finally began to act like crazy.
The butler's sharp eyes were the first to notice his master's discomfort: "Master, are you feeling unwell?"
"My neck is a little itchy, maybe the collar is too tight."
"Before the dance, I specially found a large size and widened collar. It's not tight when I put it on."
"But it's tight now!" The itching sensation that slowly seeped out of his skin made Laszlo lose his patience. "I pay you so much money every month, so I don't want you to talk back to me!"
"Yes, I'm going to find something more comfortable now."
Laszlo tried to reduce the number of times he scratched the skin on his neck, but these red spots that appeared on the skin could not be suppressed by simple restraint. In just a few minutes, he couldn't stay on the dance floor anymore.
Seeing that Laszlo was leaving, Naya saw it.
She quickly abandoned her dance partner and came over: "Father, are you leaving?"
"I'm a little uncomfortable. My neck is itchy. I guess there's something wrong with the fabric of the collar." Laszlo couldn't help but rub the skin on his neck. "I'm afraid I have to go back to rest for a while and change a collar."
"Why is your face so swollen?"
"Face?" Laszlo touched his face, and an itch suddenly spread to the top of his head, "Ah, it's so itchy..."
"Let me help you back to your room first."
"No, no, I can go on my own." Laszlo smiled, "Today is your appearance ball, you are the protagonist, and you cannot be affected by these small things. Besides, the protagonist leaving the hall is disrespectful to the guests. It’s so embarrassing.”
Naya couldn't listen to these words. She only felt that the arm holding him was heavy, and she quickly lost her center of gravity. The two of them fell down on the stairs: "Father! Father, what's wrong with you?"
...
The little story on the carriage came to an abrupt end. Ignatz rubbed his forehead, trying his best to relieve the pain caused by alcohol: "I rushed over when I heard the shouting, and saw that his head had swollen into a Italian red tomatoes.”
"Is it itching and red skin?"
"The itching and redness were very severe. I left before 6 o'clock. I'm afraid it's not relieved now."
Kawei had already guessed the allergy, but what he didn't expect was that Ignatz could target "oyster" and had a good grasp of the symptoms, so he tentatively asked a few questions: "This Is it food poisoning? By the way, how did the teacher know it was oysters?"
"I have met this kind of person before. When he eats oysters and scallops, his skin will turn red and his whole body will itch."
Kawei didn't know what allergies were called in this era, so he could only use a relatively straightforward summary to give a strange name: "Shellfish irritant cutaneous mucositis?" [3]
Ignatz had never heard of this disease. After a moment of silence, he realized that it seemed to be a good summary: "It's a good name, but naming the disease does not alleviate its symptoms. Mr. Laszlo's situation is not optimistic."
