Kavi's timely remedial measures not only successfully saved Laszlo and helped the Municipal General Hospital retain investment opportunities, but also preserved the capital connection between Austria and Hungary in disguise. It seems like a good thing that everyone is happy with, but it seems quite embarrassing for the small surgical team of the Municipal General Hospital.
After the whole incident, Ignatz, who rarely made up his mind to be a Qi Qie, ended up helping Kawei plant trees for shade. He must be lying if he said he didn't feel uncomfortable.
But to say how angry he was, it wasn't that much. He was more regretful that he couldn't complete the operation properly.
Moreover, being able to save one's reputation at that time is already a great success, as a teacher. Without Kawei's pull, his tracheostomy operation was doomed to fail, and the consequences of failure were beyond what a little surgeon like him could bear.
He has the reputation of being the strongest in the country, and he is also a baron. If he insists on competing with his assistant, it will be very narrow-minded and even shameless, so it is okay to just go back and forth.
But the other one didn't have such high achievements and didn't have such a good attitude.
Unlike Laszlo, who slept in Laszlo's guest room, Berget left the room early as soon as Laszlo's airway returned to normal. He avoided all acquaintances, including Kavi, and left the estate alone in a private carriage.
The volume of surgeries in the 19th century was far less than that of modern times. Bergert returned to the hospital to check the medical records, took half a day off with doctors Hills and Hermann, and then chose to go home directly.
The Berget family is a very traditional hereditary noble of the empire, and they also have a seat in the House of Representatives. They actually have little interaction with capitalists like Laszlo. If you take into account the "divisional discussion" system that has been causing a lot of noise in recent years [1], it is already a great honor for the Viscount to bring his family to this dance.
The father was not interested in Laszlo's life and death, and he didn't have much expectations for his son, so he went to bed after arriving home at four in the morning. But the mother was different. She was always worried that her son would not sleep well, so she simply got up and sat in the living room to wait.
Near noon, Elena, who was dozing on the sofa, finally received the news that her son was back.
"Madam, the young master is back."
Elena quickly stood up and walked to the window, looked at the door of the manor not far away, and nodded: "Are the toiletries ready?"
"Um."
"Go..." Suddenly she thought of something again and called the housekeeper, "Go and prepare some snacks."
"It's already prepared. It's the young master's favorite Linz cake [2] and apple strudel."
"Um."
Seeing what Elena wanted to say, the housekeeper smiled and said: "Madam, please don't worry, we have also prepared a sumptuous lunch for the young master, including white bacon, fragrant roasted pork knuckle and fish soup. He will definitely like it."
Elena nodded, finally showing a happy smile.
The butler has served in this family for 30 years. He knows Elena's temper very well, so he can stay ahead of everything. At the same time, he is also very aware of his young master's character, so when Berget loses his appetite, he will use "Elena" as his shield.
"Master, these are all prepared according to Madam's instructions."
"I do not want to eat!"
The young master rarely lost his temper, and the housekeeper immediately realized the seriousness of the matter. He took two steps back to make way for the stairs and stopped talking. Berget knew that his tone was too strong, so he sighed and said to the butler: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ted, I really have no appetite today. You'd better prepare some hot water for me."
"The water is ready."
"Thanks."
...
Berget walked into the bathtub and soaked his whole body in the warm bath water.
The slowly rising steam slowly took away the fatigue of the whole day, but his mood still did not get better.
Laszlo's neck was still vaguely visible in front of his eyes, and the entire operation process was still vivid in his mind. Ignatz continued to set new records, and Kavi also successfully completed the task of his assistant naturally, and even won the favor of Mr. Laszlo.
What about yourself? What have you done?
He was a tool to hold down the patient's body throughout the whole process. Even if someone else came, even the two gardeners staying in the yard could do it well. If that's the case, then why did he study so hard in medical school for so many years?
Berget splashed in the bathtub, constantly thinking about this matter.
In fact, this question is not difficult to answer, because surgery is a job that extremely requires operational experience. As Ignatz's intern, these are all part of the job. Hills and Herman also came here this way.
So what really irritated his nerves was not the matter of hitting him, but Kawei.
Why does Kawei seize the opportunity to show off his talents every time?
Why is it that despite all my academic qualifications, I can't do anything to help in times of crisis? It seems that Ignatz's operation is not difficult, and Kawei's remedy is also very simple, but if he is really given a chance to use the phone, would he really dare to do it? Can it be done well?
Definitely not...
Count Morasso's groin is like this, Laszlo's neck is like this again, this is the second time!
Can I be a qualified surgeon?
Berget slapped the water heavily, retracted his body, and retracted his head into the bathtub...
Even if he is exhausted at work, Shan still has to continue living the life he should live. His way of dealing with his troubles is to take a hot bath and then fall asleep.
It was past 7 o'clock when he woke up. Berget felt his stomach and found that he was hungry.
He tidied his hair a little, changed his collar into a nice one, put on a set of clean clothes for going out, and then went downstairs to grab something to eat and go out for a walk.
At the dining table, the parents had already finished dinner, their father Chrissy was reading the newspaper, and Elena was enjoying the last dessert. Seeing her son coming downstairs, Elena put down the spoon with a smile and asked, "Did you sleep well?"
"Well, not bad."
"Are you going out?"
"I have an appointment tonight. I will be back before 1 o'clock." Beget knew his father's family rules and quickly added, "I have slept enough in the afternoon. I will definitely not be able to sleep at night if I don't use up some energy."
Chrissy didn't object. He changed the page of the newspaper and asked, "Are you really dating someone or do you feel uncomfortable staying at home?"
"How could I lie to you? I really dated someone!"
"who?"
"Mellen and Sarson, and Mr. Hans."
"Why did you go to his studio again?"
"It's not necessarily the studio, it might be somewhere else." Bergert explained, "It's not for the city park statue required by the Forestry Bureau. Mr. Hans said he needed some inspiration and asked us to accompany him."
He walked to the table and sat down, put on his handkerchief, picked up his knife and fork, and was about to cut the sausages on the plate when Krissy glared at him.
"Oh, father..."
"This is the rule."
Berget had no choice but to sit upright and pray silently: "God, we thank you for everything you have given us. May glory be to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, so it will be today, and forever."
Seeing that her son was indeed hungry, Elena asked the servant to cut a piece of pork knuckle and send it over: "Mr. Ted specially ordered the kitchen to make this. Try it quickly."
“It smells so good!”
The dinner was not lively. With his father present, Berget did not dare to be arrogant, and the sound of knives and forks was strictly limited to a minimum. What he has to do now is to clear away the food in front of him as quickly as possible, then get in the car and rush to the agreed upon place.
Unfortunately, today was destined to be his unlucky day, and Chrissy's subsequent series of questions hit the mark.
"What happened to the Hungarian?"
"fine."
"What disease do you have?"
"In medical terms, it's severe 'food-related oral mucositis.'" Berget swallowed a mouthful of mushroom soup, stuffed a large mouthful of ham into his mouth, and continued, "But later it spread to the throat, and... There was a brief suffocation..."
"Oh my god, is it so serious?" Elena didn't expect it to be like this and asked hurriedly, "Can suffocation be cured?"
"Yes, of course I can!"
Berget explained very seriously, telling everything he saw and learned: "... When Teacher Ignatz took out those instruments, Naya's eyes turned green. , Hahaha, I must be scared... Oh, I forgot, I shouldn't make fun of her, but I just can't help it... Hahaha~"
"Oh? Are those devices useful?" Chrissy seemed to be interested as well.
"It would be useful if it wasn't as severe as Mr. Laszlo's." Bergert said. "Teacher Ignatz finally chose to slit his throat because the nasopharynx was blocked, so he had to cut his throat." Air comes in and out of here in the neck.”
The principle is not difficult to understand, and the parents quickly understood it, but they had two completely opposite reactions.
Elena looked very excited: "So you have used all these devices?"
"This..." Berget's mood suddenly fell halfway, "Mother, the surgeon is Teacher Ignatz, I am just a helper, I told you during the last operation. "
"Aren't helpers qualified to use equipment?"
"I used it, what did he use?"
When dealing with Elena, her son has his own way of saying things, and he can't go wrong basically following the routine. But facing his father who kept his emotions and anger a secret, he was a little overwhelmed.
"My son has become Ignatz's assistant. He has made progress than last time. There is no need to push him so hard." Chrissy first persuaded his wife from Bergt's point of view, and then suddenly Shi Lengjian said, "By the way, you and Ignatz managed this operation just by yourself?"
This question was even more disgusting than Elena, and it reminded Bergt of Kavi again.
Whether it was his pride or a sudden whim, he thought of lying, or to put it more accurately, concealing something. Conceal when Kawei went to the manor, or more directly, conceal that Kawei went to the manor.
This idea quickly grew from a seed to a towering tree, controlling Berget to make a decision that he regretted.
"Yes, it's just me and Teacher Ignatz."
"Oh?" Chrissy put down the newspaper in his hand for the first time, "What have you done?"
"Let me think about it." In fact, Berget had already regretted it, but at this time he could no longer look back and could only walk to the end. "Help hold down half of Mr. Laszlo's body, and then stretch the wound if necessary." and clamping to stop bleeding.”
"Not bad, very good progress." Chrissy nodded, "Then the operation was successful?"
"It was quite successful."
"Oh? You said before that it was a very dangerous operation, or an operation that even Austrian surgeons did not dare to perform. How could it be so successful?" Chrissy dug a trap step by step. "I think Ignatz has already It is comparable to the top surgeons in Britain and France."
"I think so. Teacher Ignatz is skilled in technique, accurate in judgment and bold enough." Berget did not notice anything and continued, "I heard that the French tracheotomy operation has a success rate of less than 40%. It’s all blown out by others.”
"Oh, these damn newspaper reporters."
Suddenly, Krisch dropped the newspaper and shook his head: "After such an excellent operation and saving the bridge between Austria and Hungary, these harmful people are still slandering him."
"Slander? Who are you slandering?"
"Who else, of course Baron Ignatz."
Klich pointed to a paragraph of text and continued: "For example, this paragraph... Come to think of it, our greatest surgeon in Austria's history, although he has taken another solid step in the field of new surgery, he still seems to lack Some luck…”
Berget looked at the newspaper, his mind went blank, but Chrissy continued to speak.
"By the way, there is this section... We are still short of talents in the field of surgery, and Baron Ignatz alone cannot support us. Even the Baron, whom we regard as a treasure, is far behind that of Britain, France and Germany. , look at those so-called juniors, the future of domestic surgery is bleak..."
Chrissy looked excited: "The operation was successful, and they said he was unlucky. My son was obviously involved in the entire operation, but he didn't mention it at all. I think they dare to write anything in order to win the public's attention!" "
Elena had not read the newspaper, but was more sympathetic: "It's just a tabloid reporter. Besides, this operation was performed in Laszlo Manor, even if..."
Although the mother didn't know it, she could clearly feel the changes in the demeanor of the father and son.
The demeanor of the two people had changed since just now. The father quickly regained his composure from the excitement and turned his attention to his son. But what about the son? It only took less than a minute to go from being excited just now to being stunned at the table now.
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I just mentioned his pain point."
Chrissy handed the newspaper to Elena and scolded in a low voice: "If you can't do it, you can't do it, so why bother forcing yourself. When you wanted to choose surgery, I strongly opposed it, but now it seems that my decision was not wrong. "
