Kawei spent nearly two hours completing the relevant instructions on surgery and experiments, and also asked them to learn how to extract epinephrine from the homogenate of the adrenal glands.
The method is similar to the one used to get oxytocin, using glycerol, but which solvent is more efficient still needs to be explored slowly by Koch and others.
Kawei was not a professional when it came to drugs, and he was too lazy to do experiments because the conclusions existed objectively in his mind. The reason for doing such a complicated experiment is nothing more than to give others considerable and credible data.
At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, he returned home exhausted. After briefly washing himself, he locked the door and lay down on the bed.
The mattress stuffed with cotton was far inferior to a modern spring bed, but it still allowed Kawei's stiff and sore back muscles to relax, and he soon fell asleep.
While Kawei was lying comfortably at home having a sweet dream, everyone else seemed to have encountered some trouble.
Savarin was not confident in his surgical skills, especially after Carvey demonstrated the operation and explained the pros and cons. If it were any other experiment, he would naturally give it up to Koch and Mattick, but when it came to the comfort of dozens of voles, Savarin did not dare to take the risk.
He could vaguely feel something strange about Kawei.
Because even if he didn't want to do this kind of surgery himself, there were plenty of people at the Municipal General Hospital to help him do it. Berget, Damirgaon, Sarson, and Melen were all novices in urgent need of surgical experience.
But today, Kawei did not mention their names at all. It seemed that the candidate for the experimental surgery had been decided from the beginning.
He was just torturing me...
This idea has been lingering in Savarin's mind from the beginning, and it has been lingering for a long time.
"Savarin, the amount of surgery is too much, so I'd better come and help." Koch was originally interested in surgery, but because he preferred chemistry and internal medicine, he never had the opportunity to practice. "Otherwise, you would have to stay up all night today."
Seeing him walking towards the vole cage, Savarin shook his head repeatedly: "No, I will do the surgery, and you can do the adrenal gland extract function test."
Koch didn't want to attack, let alone embarrass him. He just wanted to help when Savarin didn't move. Seeing him like this now, Koch didn't know what to say: "Well... well, let's hurry up, it's almost 2 o'clock."
The operation is a matter of life and death for the field mouse. Savarin does not trust himself, let alone Koch and Mattick. Looking at the anesthetized vole lying flat in front of him, Savarin felt that he was the one who suffered the most.
"Is he testing me?"
Savarin muttered to himself, and reluctantly started the pre-operative disinfection work on his hands: "As my status has gone up, the experiments and requirements have also become higher. I guess they see me as a burden and want to find a reason to let me go." I leave?"
These are all the feelings he has had since studying and working in Austria. Hungarians who are not good at speaking German are so unwelcome.
"No, it won't." Savarin shook his head slightly, put down the sterilization tool, and picked up the scalpel instead, "Mr. Carvey doesn't see a trace of discrimination at all... Then why do you do this? ??”
He couldn't think of a reason, but he and the scalpel in his hand knew very well that no matter whose hands the initiative was in, the operation had to be completed by himself.
After stripping away many of the minutiae of my thoughts, at least this point is clear. Savarin followed Carvey's example, holding the skin with tweezers and slowly removing the knife.
...
Also confused is Count Morazo, who lives in his own manor and has not been seen much recently.
He has experienced the Austrian-French War and the Danish War. Now the conflict between Prussia and Austria is getting deeper and war is about to break out. All he wanted in his mind was to continue his military career under the call of King Franz. It didn't matter whether he had merit or not. Morasso was just too idle.
But since the war was put on the agenda, he did not wait for the call-up letter like previous wars.
There is peace inside and outside the manor. Every day, I either go out hunting or listen to opera. There is no trace of the eve of the war. What made Morasso even more devastated was that Franz seemed to have forgotten him.
"I'm getting more and more unsure of what he's thinking."
Franz kept complaining to his sister: "I am a count, a cavalry major general in the Franco-Austrian War! Although the last battle was lost, the dragoons are still there. Why doesn't he come to me? Even if he writes a letter, Okay. I went to the palace to look for him three times, and when I went there he said he was not here. What did he mean???"
"Don't be nervous."
"How could I not be nervous!" Morasso had suppressed his anger, and now he finally found a chance to vent it out, "Conrad, Erso, Kervis, Bohm, all those who went to the battlefield with me are now here. The Military and Administrative Office is talking about army concentration and tactical and strategic issues, but what about me?"
Elena knew her brother very well and comforted her with a smile, "I'm afraid it's not because you just got married and I want you to rest for a while."
"You're kidding, that's Prussia!" Morasso pointed to the west and cursed, "Those barbarians who want to take away the leadership of Germany!"
"Okay, why are you so excited before we even start fighting." Elena took a sip of coffee and continued to persuade, "The empire has countless outstanding generals. He can't let you go every time. You will take all the credit for the others. What should people do?”
"I don't want any credit!" Moraso was furious, "By the way, why don't you let Chrissy go and ask?"
Elena sighed: "It's not the first day you've met him. Do you think he will listen to me?"
Morasso looked up at the portrait of Franz on the wall, and couldn't help pacing back and forth in the hall: "It's May now, and both sides are at war with each other, and everyone wants to avoid the cold winter. If we don't go out, If something unexpected happens, we’ll have to fight in July!”
Elena watched him fight back and forth in front of her, feeling upset: "Can you calm down for a while? I feel dizzy."
"But I'm in a hurry!
! "
At this time, the butler walked in from outside the door. In one hand was a set of riding clothes, and in the other hand were a leather whip and riding boots: "Master, it's hunting time. Helmut and his son are at the door. Waiting outside. I have prepared your favorite military uniform, and the shotgun is also ready..."
"It's almost a war, and you're still hunting..." Morazo yelled, "I don't want to hunt at all now, I just want to hit people!"
Elena was startled by the sudden cry, but the housekeeper standing at the door had already expected this day, and seemed extremely calm: "Are you sure you don't want to go?"
"Don't go!"
"Then I'll reply to them right away. I can't keep the Baron waiting too long."
Morasso was in an extremely bad mood, but he still had the genes of aristocratic education engraved in his bones.
After all, the other party is also a noble. Even if the title was bought by his ancestors, he should have the most basic respect and not mess with the rules. Besides, the other party had been with him for more than half a month. If he put aside this worry, Morazo would still be quite happy.
"To put it mildly, just say that I am not feeling well today, and Sister Elena is also here, so let them go on their own."
"Okay, sir."
"By the way, wait!" Morazo looked at the clothes in his hand and said, "Leave the clothes, I will use them later."
The butler raised his eyebrows, nodded, and put the clothes on the sofa.
The brief calmness did not dispel Morasso's desire to fight. Instead, he was more willing to think rationally and changed his clothes rationally in front of his sister.
"What are you doing?"
"I have to enter the palace again today, and I must have a good talk with him."
"Oh, you can just wait and wait."
"How can you let me feel at ease?"
Elena knew she couldn't persuade him, so she had no choice but to get up and prepare to follow him.
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Mariana gently pushed open the door that the housekeeper had just closed. Also walking in with her was Nora, who had been working here for more than a month, and a letter in her hand.
As soon as I came in, I saw him taking off his clothes.
"What are you doing?"
Morasso did not shy away from suspicion and still wore his own clothes: "I am going to go to the palace and have a good chat with Franz about how he destroyed my patriotic enthusiasm and how he destroyed my life."
"It's not as serious as you said." Mariana walked up to him with a smile and unbuttoned the shirt he had just buttoned up like a gentle breeze. "The letter you asked for is here."
"coming?"
Nora handed over the letter: "I just went out to buy something, and happened to meet the palace guard, and he handed me this letter."
Morasso didn't even lift his pants. He opened the letter excitedly and read the signature on it carefully: "Yes, yes, yes, it's Franz's signature! I want to see what reason he gave himself. Leave me, the commander of the cavalry regiment, at home."
The letter came in time, but the content of the letter was not what Morasso wanted. 【1】
"this......"
"What's wrong?"
Morasso, with his bare legs, looked at the letter in his hand and couldn't believe his eyes: "What does he mean???"
Elena was a little curious: "Franz won't let you go?"
"No, not really, it's just..." Morazo let out a long breath, "Rather than letting me go to that kind of place as an errand, it's better not to let me go!
! "
...
"I've read the letter." Edinson sat at the conference table and placed the letter he just received in the center. "What do you think?" [2]
Surrounded by members of the Military Medical Service Committee, they should represent the highest decision-making level of the Military Medical Service, but now an officer was airborne.
Although the army insists on obedience, and it is not a big news that the military medical department is under the jurisdiction of military officers, seven years have passed since the Franco-Austrian War, and medical treatment has become more and more professional. It always makes them feel uncomfortable to suddenly have an amateur take command.
"Count Morasso, if I remember correctly, he should be commanding the 3rd Dragoon Regiment, with the rank of major general?"
"Yes, he was the one who helped His Majesty the King break through in the final battle with the French."
"It seems that a close confidant has been planted..."
Edinson frowned and tapped the edge of the table with his fingers: "What is placement? What is confidant? We are doctors, so we'd better not say these things randomly."
"Yes, Dr. Edinson is right."
"If I'm not mistaken, maybe the problem lies in the previous report?"
The content of the report was drafted by Edinson together with them, and was finally sent to Franz's desk after his own refinement. The questions asked were pointed, and they have yet to receive an answer from the king.
"That should be the answer."
"You can also see some clues between the lines."
Since you feel that no one is supervising the purchase and transportation of medical supplies, then send someone to supervise it for you. This man is a count, a major general in the army, and a confidant of the king. He seems to be qualified for this task.
But the problem is, the title is fine, but the person is wrong.
"The first operation Kawei performed was an inguinal hernia repair performed together with Yingenatz." Edinson recalled the situation at the time. "The patient was none other than Count Morasso."
"Kavi was just an assistant at that time."
"But he was responsible for changing the dressing in the later period. At that time, I heard that people were dying." Edinson said, "By changing the dressing, Kawei accidentally saved the count's life."
"This relationship is not simple, savior?"
Edinson finally set up a medical committee on the heads of the two chief physicians, especially Ingenac, and was finally able to monopolize power. But who would have thought that Franz had just promised him a candy, and then poured a whole bowl of bitter herbs into his mouth.
The king's order is absolute, and Edinson has to endure it even if he is 10,000 times unwilling: "Forget it, let's do our part."
"What about the pharmaceutical factory?"
"After the count arrives later, we will discuss it together."
"Can this be discussed?"
"Right now, the palace is worried about the disappearance of Ambassador Edward. It's better not to disturb His Majesty the King." Edinson sighed and said, "Let's do our best."
...
Far north of the city, across the beautiful Danube River, in the Library of Paradise, Mick is anxiously waiting for the news that his boss has returned from the palace.
He was in an extremely bad mood these days. The old marshal's son disappeared, and now the French ambassador also disappeared, and they were all culprits who had no clue. If it were just a few ordinary civilians missing, he wouldn't care at all, but now those who are in trouble are all big shots, and everything is weird.
"I always feel like something big is going to happen in the city recently."
At this moment, a letter was delivered to his desk.
"Where did it come from?"
"have no idea."
Just like other news collection letters sent, there was nothing written on the surface of the envelope, but the time difference was a full two hours.
Mick checked the surface of the envelope as usual. There was no sign of poison residue, and then looked inside the envelope through the light. There was only a piece of ordinary letter paper inside. He quickly opened the envelope with a knife and unfolded the letter paper inside. A familiar name jumped into his sight:
"Li Ben?"【3】
