There are only a limited number of patients who dare to lie on the operating table on weekdays, but surgeons are still pressed for time. They still need to hone their skills by dissecting cadavers in their free time. People who are as obsessed with surgery as Waterman and his son have even less time.
Since Ignatz started studying medicine, the communication between the two has changed from once every two or three days to once a week, that is, they have agreed to meet during mass on Sunday.
After Ignatz graduated and started working at the Municipal General Hospital, once a week gradually became once a month. Until now, their meetings were just like the regular meetings of the college, fixed at once every three months.
After getting the address, Kawei said thank you and quickly left the School of Surgery, leaving the father and son alone in the office.
"how are things?"
Waterman was the first to speak. Although he had been immersed in writing his own things, he still had a place in his heart for his son: "Are you used to living in the hospital?"
Ignatz knew what he was going to ask, and intentionally or unintentionally reduced the number of words in his answer, appearing absent-minded: "It's okay."
"I heard that Alina has returned to her home."
"......Um."
Waterman stopped writing and looked up at his slightly depressed look. After hesitating for a moment, he still wanted to ask about his son's marital status: "Elina will never do anything inappropriate. Seeing as you are like this, there is no need to ask. It must be you have a problem!"
"..."
"What happened?"
"It's nothing." Ignatz deliberately avoided.
"Is there a woman outside?"
Ignatz blinked, neither denying nor confirming: "Just leave it alone."
Ignatz is the mainstay of the Department of Surgery at the Municipal General Hospital and also serves as the deputy director here. He carries the title of the strongest surgeon and is under great pressure. Waterman is very clear about the feeling of wanting to cure illnesses and save people but not being able to: "You wouldn't think that she would go home after doing this."
"We all have jobs, and it's good now."
Waterman sighed, threw away the quill in his hand, and had basically guessed the truth: "I have so many advantages, why don't you learn something good from me?"
"Why didn't I learn well?" Ignatz replied, suddenly frowning, "Wait! What does learning mean? I dare you to say that all my current achievements are from learning from you?"
Waterman was too lazy to argue with him. He just reached out and picked up the photo frame on the table, staring at the photo of the woman inside and looking at it again: "What's the use of explaining, are you just following my old path?"
Ignatz sighed: "Let's change the topic..."
"What other topics can we talk about? We keep talking about that young man who popped up out of nowhere." Waterman complained, and couldn't help but ask, "Is he really only 17 years old?"
"His date of birth was written on his previous employment certificate," Ignatz said. "Besides, no one would believe him if you said he was 30 years old with that face."
Even after meeting him in person, Waterman still couldn't believe how old Carvey was.
That was the Municipal General Hospital, which had signed a contract with the theater. Except for those nobles, almost every operation had to be performed in the theater. Facing so many eyes and having to explain a few words from time to time is much more tiring than sitting in a small room undergoing surgery.
"I had doubts half a month ago, and I thought it was strange, but I couldn't help it..." Ignatz spread his hands, "The facts are in front of us and we can't help but believe it. It was a gift from God that he was born to eat this bowl of rice. of."
...
At this time, Kawei had already hurried back to the hospital.
Mick had said before that since he had given him the proof of title inheritance, he had to save Li Ben, so he had to check the condition of Li Ben's wounds at any time.
Back in the ward, Kawei took the medical records and the equipment box for debridement, and first went to Alphonse who was lying at the door: "Mr. Alphonse, how do you feel today?"
"You mean butt?"
"right."
"It's much better." Seeing that he still looked relaxed, Alphonse said quickly, "You might as well care about the German if you care about me."
What Kawei held in his hand was Li Ben's medical records: "I was about to ask you, how is he doing today?"
"I'm not in good spirits." Alphonse looked a little uneasy. "I just had some vegetable soup and bread for lunch, and I didn't even drink much of the wine that was delivered."
"This is what a fever looks like." Kawei looked at the temperature value in the record sheet and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"This...shouldn't I ask the nurse?"
Kawei couldn't explain the work of the nurses: "I asked, but I didn't get anything out of it, so I wanted to try it with you. After all, you are your mortal enemy."
Alphonse shook his head helplessly: "He slept all day and really has nothing to say."
"Okay, I know."
Seeing that Kawei was about to leave, Alphonse was a little worried: "I think he is going to die soon?"
"If the body temperature cannot be lowered after another three or four days, the situation will become very troublesome." Kawei also agreed with his judgment, "But the incision has always been ulcerated like this, corroding into the body bit by bit, and the process is very painful."
Alphonse was so frightened that he quickly pulled Cavella to his side: "Good brother, you must help him. If someone else dies, who will I have to fight with?"
"If he dies, wouldn't it just prove your innocence." Kawei smiled, "This is the case with duels, and the same is true with life. The great God has his own arrangements."
"Can......"
Of course Alphonse believed in God, but looking at Li Ben in the corner, he always felt unspeakably awkward: "No, I don't agree with this result! Doctor Kawei, I sincerely beg you to cure him." He, I need this duel so much to wash away the shame of that night."
"You are too persistent."
Seeing that he was unmoved by his persuasion, Kawei regarded it as a favor: "Don't worry, he will be energetic soon."
"real?"
"When have I ever lied to you?"
"Can we revive him?"
"It's not a big problem." Kawei glanced at Li Ben's hospital bed and quickly and carefully patched this sentence, "Of course, the premise is that there is no accident."
Kawei didn't care about the hidden things between Mick and Li Ben, nor did he care about the outcome of the duel between Alphonse and Li Ben. Anyway, as long as people were alive and could talk. It's not too demanding, it's not too difficult, it just hurts a bit to handle.
Li Ben was sleeping on the hospital bed in the corner, covered with a thin blanket.
Kawei quickly walked to him: "Mr. Li Ben, how are you today?"
Li Ben opened his eyes drowsily, turned over and saw Kawei and could only smile bitterly: "My head is dizzy, the wound hurts badly, and I have no appetite. Doctor..."
"Well, what's wrong?"
"Am I dying?"
Kawei smiled, leaned down and said softly: "Don't worry, I have promised Mr. Mick that I will do my best to save you."
"real?"
"Let me see the wound."
Li Ben steadied the left side of his body, twisted and sat on the edge of the bed, and lifted the blanket.
Contrary to what happened that day, the infection was the least serious in the neck, followed by the arms, and the worst in the legs. Half of the sutures on the incision on the left leg have collapsed, and the surrounding skin has a yellowish white color. Beyond that, there is redness and swelling caused by inflammation, a typical incision infection.
Considering that Li Ben's body temperature has been hovering around 100-102 degrees Fahrenheit (approximately 38-39 degrees Celsius), it is almost enough after suffering for so many days.
"The ulcer is a bit serious." Kawei's face was not very good, and he put the equipment box on the bedside table. "Mr. Li Ben, you must undergo debridement treatment. This is the most effective method for incision ulcers now, and there is no other way. .”
Li Ben didn't know what debridement meant, so he could only nod in agreement: "Um, can it be cured?"
"This is how Count Morasso's groin was cured." Kawei smiled and reassured, "His wound was much more serious than yours, but it only took a week to heal after debridement."
"So magical?"
Perhaps because he missed his healthy body too much, Li Ben agreed to debridement after hearing this: "Hurry up and get treatment, I can't wait!"
Kawei called the two nurses outside the door, pulled out a few strips of cloth from the box and handed them over: "Tie his right hand and right foot to the head and end of the bed. Be sure to tie them tightly."
"clear!"
The nurse understood it, but Li Ben didn't.
Seeing this posture, he felt unsure and wanted to refuse, but he didn't know how to refuse. After all, he was the one who said "can't wait" just now: "What are you doing?"
"Oh, this is preparation work before debridement. Some limbs need to be fixed to prevent accidents."
Kawei still had a smile on his lips. Before Li Ben could recover, he tied his left hand and left foot to the bed rail: "Please stay still next time. You can shout or curse." , Okay...Anyway, you can do anything but move."
"What do you mean?" Li Ben had a bad feeling.
"This is debridement."
Kawei took out a tan glass bottle with only a blank label on it and nothing written on it. He opened the bottle cap and slowly poured the liquid into the small basin: "This is the disinfectant prepared by the dean of the School of Surgery. I specially asked him for it today. The disinfectant can effectively fight against miasma and incision ulcers. help......"
"wait a moment!"
"What's wrong?"
Li Ben interrupted his introduction at the right time, his eyes fixed on the yellow-green thing in the basin: "I want to ask, what is that thing?"
"Oh, sponge wipe."
"What are sponges used for?"
"I said it, debridement." Kawei sighed, "I've said it three times."
"But why do you need a sponge for debridement?"
"That's right, there is really no need for a sponge at the beginning." Kawei took out the scissors, tweezers, crow's beak forceps and scalpel from the box, and threw them all into the carbolic acid disinfectant. "I need to remove the ulcerated flesh first. , and then carry out deep cleaning, so as to block the erosion of miasma."
Li Ben couldn't believe his ears: "Is this debridement?"
"Yes, clean the wound and debridement."
"Not taking medicine?"
"Hahaha, I'm a surgeon." Kawei patted his chest and said with a smile, "Surgical matters cannot be solved by taking medicine."
"etc!"
Seeing Kawei reaching for the scissors, Li Ben raised his voice: "I want ether, ether anesthesia!"
"But there is no ether in the ward." Kawei was a little embarrassed. "And repeated use of ether is very dangerous and prone to accidents. Last week, two patients died after taking two puffs of ether just after they came on stage."
"But......"
"Don't worry, I'm very agile and it will be over soon."
Kawei was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. He opened the crow's beak pliers with his left hand and clamped the incision skin, and raised the scissors with his right hand and clicked. Amidst Li Ben's screams, the nurse struggled to hear Kawei's request and handed over the hemostatic gauze...
The wound on the left thigh was the most infected and was the area that Kawi needed to treat first.
General anesthesia does have certain risks, and the dose range of ether is inherently small. To ensure Li Ben's life, direct debridement is the best way. In modern times, local anesthesia such as procaine would definitely be used for local debridement, but now that conditions were limited, he had no choice but to suffer.
"It, it hurts so much!!!" Li Ben gritted his teeth and tensed up his muscles, "Can you, can you go faster? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"
"It's already very fast."
Kawei has long been accustomed to this kind of scene. As Ignatz said at the beginning, pain is a normal reaction of a person who is still alive: "If you can know the pain, it means there is still hope. Don't worry too much."
"I am! Is this what I look like? I'm worried!"
Li Benzhen, just like Kawei said, changed from his decadent state all day long. His voice alone attracted many people from other wards to watch: "Okay! Are you okay?"
"It's over. It's over." Kawei trimmed the ulcerated incision and pressed down with the blade of the scissors. "It's good. There is no abscess cavity inside."
Li Ben gritted his teeth and roared three times in his throat: "Okay! F! p!"
"Okay, okay, I'll debridement you right away!"
"Wha, what?"
Kawei did not reply, but asked the nurse to bring a bottle of concentrated brandy from the office: "This is the high-end brandy of the Roche Shuart restaurant recommended by Mr. Alphonse. It has been distilled three times and has a remarkable effect. It is full of Alphonse." With respect from Mr. Si, Mr. Li Ben, you must get better."
Looking at the amber wine slowly poured from the mouth of the bottle, Li Ben felt the wound on his leg feel cold, followed by endless pain.
He felt that these billions of cells were fighting madly in this incision to absorb the brandy. Every collision of the sword directly stimulated his brain. It hurt so much, it hurt so much...
"Okay, the flushing is over, the next step is the washing stage."
Kawei took out a sponge soaked in carbolic acid and wiped it. Just as he was about to start, he suddenly noticed that Li Ben had stopped moving: "Mr. Li Ben, Mr. Li Ben?"
The two nurses were both young and had never experienced surgical operations without ether. Seeing him like this, they couldn't help but worry: "Could he be..."
Kawei threw the sponge into the basin again, put his fingers on his carotid triangle, and then rolled his eyelids: "My pulse and breathing are fine, I just fainted from the pain. Don't worry about him, let's continue." ."【1】
