We need to go back a few hours. At 10 o'clock in the morning, when Kawei was sitting on the sofa in the old marshal's bedroom, something happened on the University of Vienna campus.
The first gardener who maintained the lawn of the school saw a pair of elegantly placed black riding boots while trimming the shrubs on both sides. He was overjoyed and wanted to secretly keep it for his own use, but then he stepped forward and took a closer look and discovered that there was "something" in the riding boots.
He was so frightened that he reported the matter directly to the Director of Academic Affairs.
The director went to the scene and found out that it was true, so he continued to report it to the superiors, and at the same time blocked the news. At least the woods and lawns around the riding boots were useless. The other side sent someone to call the patrol, hoping that the police station would take over these fatal riding boots as soon as possible.
However, things did not go as smoothly as he thought. At this time, the chief and deputy chiefs of the Vienna Police Department, two police chiefs, forensic doctors and many police officers went to Ludwig's mansion. Although there are people in the police station, no one can give orders. They don't know what to do in this situation. Even if they knew it, no one would dare to do it without the leadership's order.
The poor transmission of information resulted in the pair of riding boots being placed by the bushes. It was not until one o'clock in the afternoon that the police handling the case came to the campus one after another. They temporarily set up a cordon to maintain order on the campus. According to the usual instructions of the two police chiefs, Asked to take a few photos of the scene and then waited.
At this time, Werther and Delio had already passed through Vienna and arrived at Kawei's pharmaceutical factory. They were looking for a list of merchants who had recently bought sodium citrate, while Musil and the two directors were still in the Marshal's house. Enjoy your meal in the parlor restaurant.
Without the police chief on duty, the police did not dare to move, and the case was delayed again and again until the man got the news.
"Why can I see you everywhere..."
Kawei was recognized before he entered the school gate. Standing ten meters away in front of him was the lingering Mick. Mick had something to eat at the Marshal's Mansion, and hurried back to the city at one o'clock in the afternoon. He originally wanted to send someone to investigate the case, but unexpectedly he got wind of it before he got off the carriage, and rushed to the University of Vienna without stopping.
Since there was no one in charge at the police station, he took the responsibility on his own shoulders.
However, he has no ability to investigate cases, nor is he interested in these broken legs, let alone help the police station to find out the origin of these legs. What Mick is really interested in are the hostile forces who are trying to harm the empire.
If they really want to deal with the empire, then who are the Prussians who have been particularly eye-catching recently? Or are they still French? Or are they useless Italians from the south?
"It happened at 10 o'clock in the morning, what's the use of checking now?" Kawei didn't know what was going on in his mind.
"You are too normal to understand their mentality..." Mick raised his head and looked around, "Anyone who can do such a thing is either a pervert or a lunatic. With the way they act, they might be hiding somewhere. I'm waiting in the corner for the reaction after the thing is discovered, and then slowly enjoy the show."
"How did you know?"
"Because that's what I usually do."
"..."
Kawei didn't have the time to spend more time with him, and he wasn't in the mood to care whether those legs belonged to the old marshal's son Albert.
Now there are three things on his mind. First, he must find out the ingredients of the herbs used by the peasant woman. Then, he must practice as many anatomical structures around the spine as possible on cadavers to prepare for the subsequent marshal surgery. Finally, he must talk to a certain doctor who just came to the University of Vienna. Health contact.
This was not an ordinary young doctor as talented as Damirgaon, but a true giant recognized by the medical community a few years later.
Kawei was the person he met in the chemistry teaching and research office when he proposed exemption from the chemistry course. At that time, he only knew the other person's name and was a little surprised as to why a German doctor would come to Vienna. Later, he learned the reason from Meadows. He was a student at the University of Göttingen in Germany and came to Vienna for a short-term study visit.
If nothing else happens, he will be able to return to Göttingen to get his degree in two months.
What Kawei lacks now is research talents, and he really wants to keep him. However, the University of Göttingen is already a world-renowned university [1], not much worse than the University of Vienna. Coupled with the current tense relations between Prussia and Austria, it is very difficult to achieve this goal.
Kawei first went to the underground laboratory to hand over the herbs to Savarin, and then went to the school's Institute of Chemistry to visit the "microbiologist" who would be a few years later.
However, what he didn't expect was that when he knocked on the door of the laboratory, the Robert Koch he had always wanted to see stood in front of him.
Kawei is a bit face-blind to Europeans, but this time he remembered all of Koch's facial features and recognized him immediately: "Mr. Koch?"
"Who are you......"
"He is Kawhi Hines." Savarin, who was busy working behind him, said, "The first-year student who was confronting Professor Bill Rotter."
"Don't talk nonsense, there is no scolding." Kawei smiled. "We just exchanged opinions on the morphology and classification of microorganisms and had some reasonable and well-intentioned friendly academic discussions."
"Are you Kawei?" Koch was surprised. "I think I saw you in the chemistry teaching and research office before?"
Kawei walked into the room and closed the door: "Mr. Koch is a doctoral student at the University of Göttingen."
"Yes, I will graduate soon."
Speaking of this, Koch seemed a little confused on his face. He looked back at Savarin and Mattick, who were working intently. The freshmen couldn't help but envy: "I was a little confused about my future work, so I agreed to come to Karlsruhe." Invited by Professor Schlueter from the Ruhe International Chemistry Conference, I came here specifically to relax..." [2]
"Confused about work?" Kawei understands this feeling very well, "Is it because you don't know the future research direction?"
"I love medicine, but I don't like dealing with people. I like anatomy and surgery, but I hate using a knife to cut skin, flesh and bones. Internal medicine is boring, but I am very interested in all kinds of strange diseases. "
Koch's thoughts were extremely contradictory: "This sounds strange, but actually even I don't know what's wrong with me."
"It's better to stay in the laboratory, where you can do research with peace of mind and not be disturbed by the outside world." Kawei walked to a microscope [3] and said, "After all, medicine is gradually becoming microscopic, and many things are single It’s hard to see clearly with your eyes.”
"Mr. Kawei is right. I have recently been very interested in ulcerated tissue in surgical wounds. I was also fortunate enough to read your article in the Berlin Medical Journal." Koch looked at Kawei with a smile on his face. Mixed feelings, "I quite agree with your point in "On Microorganisms," but..."
"What's wrong?"
Koch originally wanted to say that he was surprised by his age, but he hesitated for a moment and focused the discussion on himself: "But it seems that many people are opposed to the 'microbial diversity theory' and also against the 'microbial pathogenicity theory'" '."
Kawei is very aware of the environment he is in and has already prepared for a long-term struggle.
"Since Mr. Koch is so interested in surgical wound ulcers, has he done any research on them? For example, put them on a glass slide and observe them." He opened the suitcase, took out two herbs, and handed them to Savarin : "Take it for a bacteriostatic experiment."
Savarin's monthly income of 400 crowns made him Kawi's most loyal laboratory backbone, while Mattick received 100 crowns as a hard-earned fee.
These antibacterial experiments started half a month ago, following the experimental model of ex vivo animals, looking for compounds that may become antibiotics. 【4】
"Have you started looking for ways to resist antibiotics?" Kawei's bold and illogical way of thinking surprised Koch. "You haven't even really determined whether these diseases are caused by microorganisms."
"Although the sample data is limited, I have made it clear, but no one believes it." Kawei looked very calm. "After arguing with them for so long, I found that any argument is futile. The best way is to deal with yourself. patients, and then published relevant papers, and finally the whole world had to accept this fact.”
"too crazy!"
Koch found it hard to believe that a freshman who had just entered the School of Medicine at the University of Vienna would openly oppose the "miasma theory" and yet remain so calm in the face of overwhelming opposition: "Professor Billroth is not only a professor of anatomy, He is also the vice president of the College of Surgery."
This was a candidate that Waterman had been looking for as early as last year and was specially poached from the University of Zurich. 【5】
When he first arrived in Vienna, he was dragged by Waterman to watch Kawei's cesarean section. He praised the surgical skills, but abandoned the complicated preoperative disinfection work. In particular, the rubber gloves Kawei put on his hands and the cloth cover covering his mouth and nose were all regarded by him as eye-catching and exaggerated operations, with no meaning in existence.
"Vice President Bill Roth is very remarkable." Kawei is also a doctor who has learned Bill Roth's subtotal gastrectomy surgery. Naturally, he will not speak rudely to the sage, "but this does not affect my refutation of his views."
The microbiological point of view, antibacterial experiments, cesarean section, and preoperative disinfection measures are all of interest to Koch: "I will stay in Vienna for two months. If I have time during this period, I can come to you." Do you want to visit the laboratory? If you don’t mind, I can also help."
Has the big fish taken the bait?
Kawei was ecstatic in his heart, but his face still maintained its original calmness. Only the corners of his mouth showed some reaction: "Of course."
"Thank you, thank you so much!"
"If you don't mind it, I hope Mr. Koch can stay in my laboratory."
This sentence greatly exceeded Koch's expectations, because there are so many medical doctors. He was confused about his work not only about his own development direction, but also about his own abilities.
Unlike Austria, German universities have long been open to the public.
Koch did not have a prominent family background or money. Although he had a good academic qualification, he was still the son of a miner. The requirements for a physician are too high and he is not qualified. The number of surgeons in Berlin is almost saturated. It is difficult for ordinary doctors without backers and money to gain a foothold there.
His preferred place of work is still Berlin. Because of his interest in microorganisms, Koch also wants to develop in chemistry: "I wrote a letter of recommendation to the Berlin Institute of Chemistry last month, and added the laboratory director Adolf von Bay. Professor Er’s recommendation shouldn’t be a problem.”
In the 19th century, German chemical industry was among the best in the world. Working at the Berlin Institute of Chemistry meant standing on top of the world.
Kawei's laboratory is obviously much shabby, and the hardware is not comparable at all, but he still wants to try his best: "In a while, my laboratory will be moved to the outskirts of Vienna. Not only will the area quadruple, but there will also be new ones." Add a lot of technicians..."
Koch shook his head and refused: "I'm really sorry, I still prefer working in Berlin."
"I can pay you handsomely, how about 600 crowns a month?"
"???"
The numbers pricked the fragile nerves of Savarin and Mattick, and they both turned around: "So many?"
"The other party can enter the Berlin Institute of Chemistry, how do you compare?"
Kawei is now backed by pharmaceutical companies and patents, so money is no longer an issue. But Koch obviously, like him, has little interest in money: "The Institute of Chemistry has Professor Bayer's recommendation, and I can't give up, so..."
After all, it was still a step too late.
Kawei saw his embarrassment and could only sigh softly and stopped entangled.
The failure to get Koch's help was a major loss for both Kavi and Austria. Kawei seemed a little frustrated, but the smile on his face remained: "So it's a pity that this is the case, but I still wish you a happy job at the Institute of Chemistry."
"Thanks."
The two talked about each other's views on microorganisms, and then exchanged some verification experiments on microorganisms.
From the perspective of microorganisms, Koch was still very immature, and there was still a long way to go before he could "conquer the microscopic world" and become the "originator of bacteriology". Kawei originally wanted to shorten the process of hitting walls and detours, but now it seems a bit difficult.
However, Kawei has not given up yet. Koch needs to study in Vienna for two months. The only thing he can do now is to change his decision in the next two months.
...
At five o'clock in the afternoon, several people in the laboratory had a simple dinner and were about to continue accelerating the experiment when there was a knock on the door outside the room.
Standing at the door was Werther who had just returned from the pharmaceutical factory.
Kawei was a little surprised: "Chief Witte, how did you find this place? Is the evidence collection at the pharmaceutical factory over?"
"It's over." Witte glanced at the laboratory for a moment, and his eyes quickly returned to Kawei's face, "Dr. Kawei, if you can, please come with me."
"Huh? I've never done anything wrong, why are you arresting me?"
"I'm not arresting you, but I hope you can help assist in the investigation." Witte stepped forward and said softly, "Those riding boots have been confirmed by many parties and do belong to Mr. Albert. Unless he bought new shoes, the legs in the shoes will also It should be his."
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Don't worry about my update time. If the time is in the early morning, I usually get up at midnight and have already slept. A surgeon who can live to my age naturally has a rest method that suits him.
ps: Kawei’s papers should be released on Monday or Tuesday, two papers, one on thermometers and one on microorganisms, if time permits of course.
