The Times and the Free Press do not have professional surgical columnists like Varela. Writing about surgical procedures and describing the strengths and weaknesses of surgical techniques are not their strengths, and are not even part of their jobs.
Originally, when Varela was in the theater, they had no sense of presence. Even if they were faced with a rare cesarean section, they probably only mentioned it with a few strokes. Anyway, surgery news is not the main business of the two newspapers. They are also small reporters running errands, and they write only scraps from the news.
But now Varela has been kicked out of the theater, and the cesarean section was inexplicably successful. Two things that should not have happened in front of her happened at the same time by coincidence.
This rekindled the two's fighting spirit.
It's just that when it comes to surgery, they are laymen, and they can only watch the fun at most. The lack of surgical anatomy vocabulary makes it impossible for them to remember the key points of the surgery, and they can't even pick up a pen to make simple notes.
So now the stage is set, a successful cesarean section is indeed breaking news, and all Austrians who care about this operation will be excited about it tomorrow. But if you want to get the right to write a large-scale report, you need to dig up a less "surgical" material.
And this material is Yingnaz who did not attend.
"Teacher Yingenaci is not feeling well. He should have gone home to rest now."
What Kawei said was true. Yingenatz was indeed unwell. He was sent home by a coachman before the operation started: "As for why he feels uncomfortable and where he feels uncomfortable, you still have to ask Mr. Fatorad who diagnosed and treated him. , I’m not a physician.”
"Can you reveal some uncomfortable details? For example, what are the symptoms?"
In the 19th century, when one could lose one's life at any time, Ingnatz was considered a public figure, so it was not offensive to ask. It’s just that Kawei didn’t want to answer anymore, which was considered as a way to avoid lightning for Yingenatz: “I think this is the baron’s personal privacy. Unless he announces it himself, we should not interfere.”
"So, you just don't know?"
"Does Dr. Herman and Dr. Hills know?"
Herman was packing the equipment aside, shaking his head and saying nothing.
"It seems that I don't know." Another reporter suddenly asked without giving him a chance to explain, "Mr. Kawei's surgical knowledge, surgical ability and attitude towards the two teachers are not like an assistant at all. Have you ever wanted to become an official surgeon?"
The question was a bit strange. Kawei knew the power of the media well and chose to avoid it before knowing the details of the two newspapers: "Let's wait until Nora successfully survives the dangerous period of cesarean section."
"Did you sign any rigid contract with the hospital?"
The two of them knew that the question was a bit biased, and quickly explained: "Please don't mind Mr. Kavi. After all, you can successfully handle the cesarean section. It is definitely something worth showing off. And I heard that you helped get Laszlo to the hospital before." For your husband’s sponsorship, doesn’t the hospital show any signs of salary increase or something like that?”
The questions are getting more and more biased, and the content seems to be praising Kawei, but in fact it buries a deep hole.
Kawei still chose to avoid: "Let's ask about something related to the surgery."
The two of them were very obedient and immediately chose questions related to the surgery. However, the starting point of the question was not the surgery itself, but the person who performed the surgery: "There seemed to be some conflicts between you two during the surgery. There was a conflict between the two of you and Dr. Hills." Isn’t there some...well, a little friction?"
"Yeah, I think he looked very unhappy, and he left the theater alone before the operation was over. This is probably rare."
The questions became more and more acute, and Herman also noticed something strange. Seeing that his colleagues in other hospitals also wanted to read the gossip, he wanted to rush to explain. But before he could say anything, he was stopped by Kawei: "You two, don't maliciously speculate on things that don't exist."
"What we stated are all facts, for everyone's sake..."
Kawei suddenly stepped forward and glanced at the record book in their hands that they had no time to remove.
Good guys, they are all top students who have studied at the BBC.
Although there are some simple notes and phrases written above, most of them are just a few sentences in the corners, which should be several news headlines that have just been prepared. Kawei didn't read everything, but from some keywords, many disgusting things could be derived that only seek to sow discord.
"Students are indifferent to the life and death of their teachers, just to get the right to perform important surgeries?";
"Three disciples are fighting for power! Ignatz retires, is he afraid that he will be a ladder for others?";
"Ignatz disappeared mysteriously! Was he attacked? Was he seriously ill? Or was he a deserter before an important operation?";
"Ignatz was hidden in the snow? Hills returned in defeat! Kawei stayed calm in the face of danger and was promoted smoothly?"...
Surgery has always been a team game. Anesthesia, assistants, instruments, circuits, and even retractor interns are all important parts of the operation. As long as man is a creature with two arms and ten fingers, surgery will not become a one-man machine.
In this era, there is a lack of equipment, and manpower is the key. Splitting the team is equivalent to paralyzing the department, and Kawei is not willing to do this.
Faced with this situation, his attitude must be tough: "You said Teacher Yingenatz escaped? It turns out that this is what reporters do. They can just fabricate facts and write news."
Yingenatz's prestige was very high, and his words finally resonated with others, and immediately aroused fierce opposition from his colleagues and students around him: "There are not many journalists who write serious news now. They are all doing it for sales. Look at the daily newspapers." It’s shocking how you’ve been belittling Dr. Ingenac recently.”
"Although Mr. Varela has a bad mouth, at least he can objectively comment on the doctors' surgical operations and professional ethics. And all they want is to attract attention!"
Seeing that the situation was not right, the two quickly gave in and said, "It's just random drafts."
"Don't worry about it. It's all speculation before the interview. Naturally, you won't write it like this when you formally write the article."
"It's not even a guess. This is the most basic respect for medicine!" Kawei is not that stupid and doesn't listen to these explanations at all. "Can't there be academic disputes within medicine? Doctors are not human beings and cannot rest when sick? Development of Austrian Medicine We are already lagging behind Britain and France, don't you feel ashamed to do this?"
Just after the operation, Kawei still had the absolute right to speak. Colleagues and students around him all stood up and accused them of being despicable.
"With so many honest gentlemen present testifying, if the Times and the Free Press publish some unrealistic remarks tomorrow, the Municipal General Hospital will never agree."
The two of them were far less tough than Valila, and they could only give in under the heavy siege: "Yes, yes, definitely not."
"Definitely not..."
...
9:30 pm, Municipal General Hospital
A pain in her abdomen made Nora slowly open her eyes. In front of her were the familiar white walls and white curtains. She once again returned to the familiar first obstetric ward.
Her head was a little dizzy and a little bloated, and her whole stomach hurt like it was open and she couldn't move, but other than that, she was fine. She couldn't believe the scene in front of her. Could it be that the operation was successful?
During this delivery, Nora had already prepared for the worst. She had entrusted the money box and keys to an old friend for safekeeping, and the baby had already been named. As soon as he dies, the child will be sent to a friend's home, and the money saved should be enough to pay for his child support.
But the operation was successful.
Nora touched the quilt at hand and her thigh, and the touch quickly entered her brain through the rich nerves in her hands.
Did survive.
"Nora, you're awake." It was Marcus who came to the bedside. Although his face was as rigid as ever, his eyes were the same as those of the mothers around him. "Congratulations, it's a boy."
"Really..." Nora endured the pain and turned sideways to see the child, "Where is the child?"
"In the office, the midwife is coaxing her." Seeing that she was very anxious, Marcus comforted her, "Don't worry, the baby is also hungry and will be brought to you later. But before you see the baby, you need to accept... ….Extra treatment that someone has for you.”
"Treatment? What treatment?"
"Press your belly."
This is a post-operative uterine recovery "therapy" that is equivalent to pain level and childbirth, and will suddenly appear in front of all first-time mothers when they think they have got rid of labor pain. Especially after a cesarean section, the wound has just been sutured, and even with an analgesic pump, they can still feel excruciating pain.
Nora was even more miserable.
The effect of the ether had worn off, and she couldn't afford the tincture of Crow (Anti-Harmony) tablets. The wound was already painful, and this press was like another stab in her stomach.
Listening to Nora's heart-wrenching screams, Marcus showed no mercy at all: "I don't know why I torture you like this, but you are already a surgical patient. The surgeon makes the final decision on surgical matters. This is your surgeon." The doctor took special care of me and I had to do it. Who made the operation successful? I have to blame those barbarians in the surgery department.” [1]
"This is... what is this... doing..."
"Don't shout, don't use force, otherwise pressing will be useless."
"Ah, it hurts so much..."
Marcus locked her body and kept pressing hard: "Don't worry, Dr. Herman's suturing skills are not bad, and the sutures won't break."
Nola didn’t know how long she was pressed, but she only knew that the pain was mixed with severe incision pain, which lasted until the next day without relief. Immediately afterwards, she ushered in the second and third times...
...
1 a.m., No. 19 Helen Street [2]
There was a muffled sound in the living room, and Ingnatz accidentally rolled from the sofa to the floor and reluctantly opened his eyes: "Alantha... what time is it now?"
After asking out of habit, he suddenly found that the surrounding environment was a little different. This is not the dark and shabby little apartment on Hoints Street. There is no musty smell coming from the corners, nor is there the familiar smell of alcohol and bad perfume.
All that was left was the handmade rug under him, the sofa next to him, and a blanket covering him.
Go home?
Ingnatz thought it was a dream at first, but when he realized that he had indeed gone home, his head buzzed and he was suddenly filled with question marks.
Who sent me back? Why are you sending me back? How did they find me?
Is it Alantha? Certainly not!
He gave her plenty of money, and Alansha had always been obedient. She would never do such a thing without his own instructions.
Could it be that Alina found out? Bring yourself back while drunk?
Probably not...
Ingnatz has been going home every day recently. If the operations had not failed repeatedly, he would not have gone to see Arantha. Mariani [3], Arantha's comfort and adequate sleep can restore his energy.
But now it seems all is over.
Ingenac carefully recalled the recent carriage route and the carriage driver. The route was not fixed and the drivers were also different, so the secret should not be exposed.
Who is messing with me? No one should know where I went!
Facing the dark and empty living room, he lit the candle on the table and took out his pocket blankly. The wallet is still there, and the 314 kronor that I brought with me when I went out is still lying in it. I haven't even lost any change. It's obviously not for money.
Then for what?
No, none of this matters now, what matters is Alina!
Is Alina at home?
At this time, Alina must have gone home. Maybe he will go to the hospital to find me, but he will go home soon. So does she already know that she has been to that kind of place? Or did the person who sent him back help him cover up these things?
Ingnatz's mind was a little confused, and he still felt lucky to see the clean dining table. He needed to talk to his wife.
However, there was no sign of Alina in the whole house.
The living room is extremely tidy. The stairs, dining table, sofa, and bedroom have all been cleaned. There are no signs of use in the bathroom and kitchen. Alina is not at home.
At this time, Yingnaz regretted why he didn't hire a housekeeper. Even a servant could at least tell him what happened before.
Unfortunately, there is nothing now.
Yingnaz had a headache. The effect of Mariani wine still remained in his head, leaving only endless emptiness and this empty house: "Forget it, just know it if you know it. Let's go to the hospital to practice first." Cesarean section…”
Workaholics always choose to escape when faced with family matters, and work is an important way to escape.
Kawei was also a workaholic, and it was expected that Yingenatz would return to the hospital to continue working when he woke up, because that was the original plan. So Kawei took advantage of the time to see the results of the vole experiment and waited for him in Ingnatz's office.
Everything that happened before needs to be explained. In order to accurately convey every detail and prevent the facts from being deliberately distorted, it is best for him to come up with this explanation himself.
And you have to say it right away.
"teacher."
Ingnatz took off his coat: "You keep it for experiments?"
"Savarin is in charge of the experiment." Carvey sighed and closed the "Illustrated Anatomy of Cesarean Section" on his desk. "I want to talk to you about something else."
"Let's talk about cesarean section. The surgical incision and uterine suturing methods you discussed with me before are very useful to me."
Yingnaz regained his energy and quickly got away from the housework. Now all he could think about was the cesarean section: "But I still feel that the hemostasis needs to be strengthened. The crow's beak forceps are not strong enough and need to be developed." We need to develop a more powerful surgical forceps."
"Before we talk about the surgery..." Kawei took out an envelope, "This is what Teacher Alina asked me to give you, take a look."
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