Whether it was the Medical Committee under the Military Medical Department or the once-all-powerful commander of the Dragoon Regiment, their titles and powers were meaningless in front of Franz's order. No matter how things change in the future, at least now Morazo is the chief inspector of the Military Medical Department.
The professional term "inspector" well explains the chaotic official hierarchy of the 19th century.
The Military Medical Department does have inspection posts, but they are used to manage wartime hospitals. They are called "Chief Inspectors of Military Hospitals" and "Deputy Inspectors of Military Hospitals" who work with them. They are basically served by chief military doctors and highly qualified military doctors of their respective units.
The reason why the position of inspector is very confusing is that in addition to being responsible for their own work, they are also responsible for various medical management of their troops.
These include building a team hospital, giving professional advice on possible disease prevention, giving certain promotion qualifications to military doctors, arranging the transportation of the wounded, ensuring the supply of medical equipment, and even commanding the unit's forward first aid station during battle. work.
In military hospitals, the inspector is the dean; in terms of disease prevention, the inspector is also the chief nutritionist and director of the disease control institute; when doctors are promoted, the inspector is the director of the personnel department; when it comes to transporting the wounded and supplying equipment, the inspector becomes Transportation dispatch; and when going to a frontier first aid station, the inspector must also be the station director of the first aid station.
The scope of work is so wide that it basically packages all the management functions of modern hospitals including emergency, administration, and logistics.
But no matter how confusing the work content is, inspectors need to have a certain clinical work foundation. At the very least, he must first be a doctor before he can become the chief inspector of the hospital. Even if he does not have a medical degree from a higher education institution, he should have worked in this industry for more than ten years and have rich medical experience that matches the job requirements.
No matter how bad it is, nutritious meals, transportation arrangements, and construction must all come together.
But Count Morasso, who came to the military medical office the next day, perfectly avoided all the above requirements, but his job required managing the military medical team that maintained the health of the entire army.
Just like other nobles, the education that fell on him had obvious purpose and tendency. Morasso was trained to be an excellent general from an early age. In an increasingly professional discipline like medicine, his involvement is limited to trauma dressing and wound disinfection.
The former is a compulsory course for general officers, while the latter is something he has seen up close and personal, and even felt it with his own skin.
Nothing else.
The dignified Chief Inspector of the Military Medical Service of the Austrian Empire, the commander-in-chief in charge of all military doctors and the operation of frontline military hospitals, did not have any medical knowledge. Not only did the doctors on the Medical Committee find it incredible, but Morasso himself also found it incredible, so much so that the atmosphere around him seemed particularly awkward when he went to the Military Affairs Office to report.
Because on his first day in office, he had to face the issue of allocating medical resources to the various troops on the Western Front.
It covers everything from the lives of medical staff to the patient's medical procedures and subsequent recovery.
The items involved range from the high-precision thermometers, stains, and anticoagulants that Kawe advocates using, to the scalpels, scissors, pliers, and tweezers needed for daily surgery, and finally the pots, pans, tents, and tents needed for daily life. Mop, scrubber...【1】
The entries are trivial to the point of being annoying. Let alone Morasso, it would give Yingenatz or Waterman a headache just looking at them.
"So, Franz asked me to work here because he thought I had this talent?" Morasso laughed at himself and immediately clarified his thoughts, "I really can't do this, otherwise If you want to give Franz some advice, you should replace me as the chief inspector."
"How does Your Excellency know that we haven't mentioned it?" Edinson felt very unhappy, but there was a solution. "If you feel that you are unable to complete these tasks, you can entrust it to the Medical Committee with full authority."
"So it can still be done like this..." Morasso nodded, "In that case, I'll leave it to you."
Edinson has already prepared various plans for this purpose: "Your Excellency, the Chief Inspector only needs to sign them all, and we will have the authority to deal with them. When the matter is completed, we will also Report it to His Majesty the King on your behalf."
"Then thank you for the hard work."
Morasso breathed a sigh of relief, took a pen from the table and began to sign as required.
At the beginning, he was quite serious and would look at the purpose and general plan of the plan. But after only reading two books, the process was simplified to the level of a glance. Especially when he turned to the plan book about "Drug Procurement Projects and Merchant Changes", Morasso just flipped through two pages and was ready to go. Signature on last page.
Perhaps it was luck, or some kind of visual attraction, but he happened to glance at the name of the pharmaceutical manufacturer: "Karachi?"
Edinson's heart tightened: "...Well, it's the pharmaceutical factory that participated in the military medical department's drug procurement this time."
He cut off many details and left only a name, which greatly reduced the presence of Karachi Pharmaceuticals in the procurement project. Edinson hopes to sign this plan in one go, so that he can legitimately change the supply channels, and even eliminate Kawei from the core circle of military doctors.
But to Morasso, who doesn’t understand the internal relationships in medicine, this is not a pharmaceutical company that has seized a large share of the market, nor is it a capitalist that has sucked a lot of civilian blood. Karachi is just a pharmaceutical factory jointly opened by two of his friends. Of course he will be happy if his friends' pharmaceutical factory can deliver medicines to the empire.
This happiness made Morazo inevitably take a second look. When he saw the contents of the plan, he realized that things were not that simple: "Do you want to remove Karachi's supply qualification?"
"right."
"Why?"
Edinson had already thought of an excuse, just like when he proposed to Franz: "The empire is the empire of the king and the nobles, not his empire of Laszlo. All supply channels are concentrated in his hands. It is too monotonous and must be curbed.”
Morasso just has no medical experience and is too lazy to mind his own business, so he looks a little stupid, but he is not stupid.
I just scanned a few documents briefly, and Laszlo's name was in them. Now I went back and looked at them and quickly came to a conclusion: Laszlo is everywhere.
The single purchase channel is not only the pharmaceutical factory of Laszlo, but also the Laszlo Steel Factory, which is responsible for providing metals, the Laszlo Foundry, which is responsible for casting firearms and knives, and the Laszlo Textile and Garment Factory, which is responsible for military uniforms. Even some military expenditures are still Got a loan from Laszlo's bank.
"If pharmaceutical companies want to open other purchase channels, do they have to follow suit?"
Edinson shook his head: "We are the Medical Committee, and we are only responsible for the medical aspect."
Not long after reading the plan, Morasso already had a headache, but he was still able to grasp the point of the matter: "What about the surgical instruments? It was full of Laszlo, and I didn't see any other manufacturers. "
"You also know how much share Mr. Laszlo's steel plant accounts for in domestic steel, and the foundry is the first in Europe." Edinson was also helpless, "Don't talk about other doctors, even me, the scalpels and scalpels in my hands are The tissue forceps are also engraved with Laszlo’s brand abbreviation ‘.’”
The excuse was reasonable, but Morasso still felt strange.
The relationship between Laszlo and Franz is very close. Laszlo is useful in both politics and business, so it is very necessary to provide sufficient business support. As a person in the political circle, it is impossible for Edinson not to know about this matter. It seems ignorant and ridiculous to omit Laszlo's pharmaceutical factory from the purchase list.
But he did it anyway.
Is Edinson being ignorant and ridiculous? Definitely not. The Edinson family has a strong voice in the House of Lords. How could they make such a stupid mistake?
There must be other purposes.
Morasso did not rush to clarify his words, but hesitated for a moment and put down the pen in his hand: "This matter is of great importance. I think we should have another meeting to discuss it."
"This is a decision unanimously approved by the Medical Committee." Edinson began to press. "Even if the meeting is held by you and our committee, the final conclusion will not change."
"Yeah, but at least we have to go through the motions." Morazo smiled and patted his shoulder, "I will have an explanation then."
Seeing him like this, Edinson couldn't say anything more, so he could only hastily set the time for tomorrow's meeting, and both he and Morasso left the military medical office.
Due to inconvenient communication, the meeting of the Medical Committee was scheduled for the morning of tomorrow. This delaying strategy gave Morasso a lot of time, before he needed to find a solution to the problem.
First of all, this matter cannot be brought up. Franz is very stubborn, especially when it comes to Laszlo.
Once the news reaches his ears, especially if it reaches his ears through his own hands, things will become very complicated. Regardless of whether there were personal reasons for Edinson's proposal, considering his family background, it would be difficult for Franz to move him.
But Laszlo was tied to all aspects of the empire. The king seemed to have overwhelming power, but when it came to doing things, he always compromised.
It was impossible for him to break up with Edinson over some military supplies, and at the same time, he shouldn't offend Laszlo over a medical committee. This is a slipknot that can be untied at any time, but no one wants to give in.
"Maybe my brother-in-law asked you to take the blame." Mariana, sitting on a small chair in the study, said with a smile, "There are some things that he can't help but intervene in."
"Isn't this putting me on the fire? The matter was reported to the higher authorities. On one side was the House of Lords and on the other was the King. Everyone was embarrassed, but if he left it alone, Edinson would definitely let the plan pass... ." Morasso still found it troublesome, "No, I'd better go and talk to Franz, I can't do this."
"He just asked you to do it on purpose. Can you refuse?"
"What can we do?"
Mariana stroked the cat in her arms and asked with a smile: "Don't Edinson recognize Mr. Laszlo, a man with such great powers?"
"We know each other, how could we not know each other?" Morasso said, "At least half of the House of Lords are related to Laszlo. As for the project on Ring Road, how many people followed him and invested money in it. I remember that their family also Voted."
"Did you vote?" Mariana suddenly asked.
"Me? I'm not short of money." Morasso said with a smile, "And as a nobleman chasing capitalists, it is a very shameful thing in itself."
Mariana sighed, ignored the matter and continued: "Since I know Mr. Laszlo and understand his abilities, why do we have to be so tit-for-tat?"
"Yeah, I'm confused too."
"Then why is he staring at the pharmaceutical factory?" Mariana said with a smile while playing with the cat's long tail, "Is the pharmaceutical factory any different from other factories?"
"What's the difference? Aren't they all Laszlo's..." Morazo hesitated, and suddenly thought of Kavi, "Wait, it's the same as something made from scratch." Unlike the family steel factory, Laszlo’s pharmaceutical factory is not entirely his, there are other people in it.”
"who?"
"Kavi!"
Morazo's mind was opened. The root of all problems was not Laszlo's monopoly on supply channels, but Kawei: "Kawei's medicine is only available in Laszlo's pharmaceutical factory, and he wants Laszlo's pharmaceutical factory." If you want to buy medicines, you have to give up all supply channels to them. Is Edinson ready to give up these medicines...
Did he not want to take these medicines from the beginning? "
After hearing this answer, Mariana gently put down the cat in her arms, stood up, straightened her clothes a little, and said with a smile: "I'll make you a cup of coffee."
...
Morasso was still thinking about how to solve the problem of the pharmaceutical factory in his manor. On the other side, the palace was also very uneasy.
Since the news of Edward's disappearance came yesterday morning, the originally relaxed and gentle office rhythm was instantly tightened. Franz, Richard and Karl held several discussions back and forth, but they were still unable to come up with a practical plan.
The only thing they can do and have done is to block the news, not only in the palace, but also in the embassy.
Of course, they couldn't block it openly. They could only block the traffic routes around the embassy under the guise of protection and martial law. This also blocked the way for correspondence in disguise. This thankless job naturally fell on the shoulders of the police station, and the two sergeants became the main persons in charge of security.
Witte searched for him all day yesterday but returned without success, while the other Delio has been guarding the door of the embassy. Today, according to the agreement, the two of them need to exchange identities.
"Boss, you found Claire yesterday and checked the route. Will Delio find any important clues today?"
"I don't know..." Werther held a cigarette in his mouth and looked towards the sky.
"Then if Mr. Edward (body) is not found today, the director will definitely be scolded."
"Well... you will be scolded even if you find it." Witte leaned against the wall and exhaled a large puff of smoke, "It's just not that miserable."
"It's already afternoon, and no one has sent any news."
"Wait." Werther stood up straight, looked at a homeless man walking in the distance and said, "You have so much free time, you might as well drive that man away."
Looking along his fingers, I saw the man walking in the middle of the road, his hair disheveled, his clothes mixed with dirt, clinging to his body like rags. He didn't know where he dropped his shoes, so he staggered on the mud on the ground with bare feet and walked towards the embassy.
The patrolman quickly stepped on the cigarette butts and walked forward quickly: "Let's go, let's go, we can't pass here!"
The tramp moved his chapped lips and squeezed out half a sentence: "I am..."
The patrolman frowned: "What did you say?"
"I...I'm the ambassador!"
"You're not an ambassador, even a minister can't pass..." The patrolman thought he heard a nonsense and subconsciously pushed him. But as soon as he took action, he realized that something was wrong and quickly grabbed him, "Who do you think you are?"
Werther, who was not far away from this question, was also startled. The tramp who staggered back finally used all his strength to say his name: "My name is Edward, and yes, I am the French ambassador!"
