At 11 p.m., Mrs. Santini finally woke up.
She had heard people say that surgery was very dangerous and people often died during the process, but for her, what she had just experienced was a pain-free experience that she had not seen in a long time.
The severe headache that lasted for several days disappeared as quickly as the ebb of the sea. Even though there were muscle paralysis, confusion, coughing, nausea and vomiting during the process, Mrs. Santini was still full of praise for this feeling. It's really addictive for her.
If she could, she wished she could do it again wearing an ether mask.
"Are you coming again?" Her husband sat next to her, a little worried. "The doctor said your headache should have been relieved now. Is it still hurting?"
"It doesn't hurt inside, but it hurts outside."
Mrs. Santini had just woken up, her thoughts were a little confused, and her speech was not very clear. "This is really a wonderful experience, so amazing. However, I am a little dizzy now, so I have to sleep for a while."
"Okay, okay, go to sleep."
Mrs. Santini's feeling was very subtle. The original feeling that her brain was about to burst was really gone. Even though there were wounds on her scalp, the skin from her neck to her abdomen was forcibly stretched open, and the effect of the ether wore off, she could still sleep peacefully because she was too sleepy from the torture before.
"This is amazing."
The same sigh as Mrs. Santini was Miss Jenny, who was selling electrotherapy services in the sanatorium. Wearing a long coat and breeches that ordinary women seldom wear, she stood at the door of the ward and looked at the bed. She couldn't help but sigh: "Can surgery be done to this extent now?"
Ed Nelson was beside her, and when he saw Mrs. Santini's expression when she woke up, he already knew that the operation seemed to be successful: "The operation seemed to be successful, but it does not mean that the patient's head will not hurt in the future. "
"The barbaric trepanation technique actually works. I remember the mortality rate is very high."
Jenny stood far away and did not see the shunt pipes from the brain. She did not know the specific process of the operation and thought it was just a simple drilling of the skull. In comparison, Ed Nelson saw it more clearly. He also talked to Massimov after the operation and knew that Kawei's surgery was far more precise than drilling.
But he still didn't want to admit the operation.
It's not that I don't admit the results of the operation. After all, Mrs. Santini is still alive and the headache has been relieved. The operation must have been successful.
What he doesn't acknowledge is the feasibility of popularizing this surgery, and based on his current medical knowledge, he really can't think of many patients who are willing to take huge risks and rely on this surgery that can kill them at any time to treat their headaches.
Given the opportunity and courage, wouldn’t it be uncomfortable to spend some money on electrotherapy?
Ed Nelson adjusted the new belt he just got and said with a smile: "Don't worry, if there are patients with headaches in the future, I will still recommend them to come to your sanatorium. There are too many uncertainties in surgery, and medical treatment is definitely safe. Much more.”
"real?"
"This belt is not for nothing." Ed Nelson patted his waist, "Besides, when have I ever lied to you?"
Seeing that her efforts had paid off, Jenny finally felt somewhat comforted. However, she is different from traditional women. After seeing such a brutal scene after puncture and shunt surgery, Jenny's determined electrical stimulation therapy and business acumen made her think of something that ordinary people would never think of.
Originally, she wanted to ask Ed Nelson in front of her where the young surgeon named Kawei lived, but after thinking about it carefully, she still felt it was wrong.
Just after stabilizing this lsp, things are developing in the direction I expected. Revealing your preference at this time is an extra step. It is never a good thing to touch his possessiveness and make him feel disgusted. You still have to take your time.
At this time, Kawei was sitting in the police carriage with Werther, and the destination was naturally the police station. The reason why Werther was so anxious was entirely because Fernand had an accident during the interrogation.
Vomiting blood at the mouth was not uncommon in the 19th century, but often this symptom only stayed in the mouth and was caused by the collision of the surrounding mucosa and teeth after being hit in the maxillofacial area. Scenes like Fernand's sitting quietly and vomiting blood out of thin air are indeed rare, and it was also difficult for Werther, who was interrogating him, to understand.
"How much bleeding?"
"That's a lot. He just finished vomiting and looked like he was about to die." Werther said. "He didn't even have the strength to speak, so he fell to the ground and asked us to find a doctor. If the doctor didn't come, he wouldn't say anything. I'll call him. Musil, it turned out that he only wanted to see you."
Kawei sighed and looked out the window. He had met the best.
It's not like he hasn't encountered it before. Outside the emergency room, he always encounters many unreasonable and dirty things that he has to face. This is the professional characteristic of doctors, and Kawei also has his own method.
That is to shield one's emotions, and everything should be based on medicine.
Li Ben was like this back then, and so is Fernand now. However, compared to Li Ben, who was unlucky because of his own misfortune, Fernan was a little more violent and less deserving.
This type of violent upper gastrointestinal bleeding often comes from the esophageal veins at the bottom of the stomach. The reason is that the varicose veins protrude from the mucosal surface and rupture and bleed when they encounter slightly hard food.
But the real main cause is still in the liver, or more precisely, the porta hepatis. 【1】
Kawei was confident in his palpation, and he could conclude that there must be something wrong with Fernand's liver. Previously, I thought he had cirrhosis of the liver due to his long-term drinking, but because of the emergence of Gao pills, Kawei is now more inclined to liver metastasis cancer after tumor cell metastasis.
But without imaging examinations, it is impossible to make a clear diagnosis, and there is not even a good way to deal with it.
"To be honest, I couldn't change anything even if I went there," Kawei said. "The bleeding points were in the esophagus and stomach, and there were often more than one. I couldn't stop the bleeding."
"Can't stop the bleeding? Can't surgery stop the bleeding?"
"To cut open the stomach for a few bleeding points, and then cut open the stomach? What do you think is the point of this approach?" Kawei smiled, looked at the street outside the window, and suggested, "He killed so many people. I must die. If that’s the case, what’s the point of letting me go.”
"He can't die!"
Witte explained: "This guy not only touched the son of the old marshal, but also kidnapped the French ambassador in Vienna and killed his secretary. It would be easier if he killed someone, but now it is a complete diplomatic incident, a big event!
"
Kawei nodded and agreed with this statement: "But you still can't change the reality that medical treatment at this stage cannot cure him."
"Really not possible?"
"No." Kawei said, "Of course, I am a surgeon after all, and I am not that sure about how to treat internal medicine. Maybe Dr. Fatorad, or Dr. Ed Nelson who was waiting at the door with you just now, will Maybe there’s a good way.”
".I asked Dr. Ed Nelson." Witte shook his head. "He said, 'Internal medicine is only good at bloodletting, while surgery is an expert in stopping bleeding.' I also asked Yingenatz, and he said that this situation is very difficult to handle. There is almost no treatment.”
"so."
Werther was really anxious and quickly interrupted: "But! But you are different from them!
"
"We are all doctors. One head, two arms and ten fingers. What's the difference?" Kawei sighed and said no more, "Okay, it's useless no matter how much we say, wait until I get to the police The bureau will know it when he sees the person.”
After the two separated at the door of the police station in the evening, Werther received a death order from above. The person must be kept alive, and the French and Franz would discuss and decide how to deal with it. Now if Fernand died in his own hands without any explanation, let alone taking credit for breaking into the basement and catching the suspect, he would be thankful to God for being able to escape from this mess.
But Fernan was like a bottomless dark whirlpool. Before he died, he continued to stretch out his tentacles and firmly grasped all the relevant personnel by his side.
At 11:33 pm, there were still many people surrounding the door of the interrogation room of the Vienna Police Station.
In addition to the necessary police officers on duty and assisting, there are also two police chiefs, Witte and Delio, full-time forensic doctor Musil, Yingenatz, Fatolad and Alina from the Municipal General Hospital, and even brought in Several journalists.
Kavi looked more carefully. In addition to the people in front of him, there was also Mick standing in the corner, and an extremely low-key Frenchman. If the guess is correct, he should be another clerk under Edward.
Of course, in addition to these, there are other people whom Kawi does not know.
Just like the woman standing next to Yingenatz, she seemed to be very close to Yungenatz. Kawei had never seen her before, and there was also a strange man standing next to Alina. Mick brought with him the female deputy who had coerced him, and the embassy secretary also had his own bodyguards accompanying him.
Under the gazes of these people, Kawei walked into the interrogation room.
It has to be said that, knowing that Fernand was about to die, the Vienna Police went a little too far.
Fernan's face was paler and yellower than when they met before, similar to a lifeless yellow color. His limbs were firmly tied to the chair, and his body was wrapped with several strips of cloth. His eyes were covered with black cloth, for fear that he would suddenly get up and do something terrible.
There was a puddle of dried blood next to the chair. The cleaners didn't even come in to clean it, leaving the thick blood mixed with a little saliva and stomach debris to solidify on the ground.
Judging from the extent of the blood splatter, Fernan's vomited blood was not small, indicating that the esophageal and gastric varicose veins had opened a large hole. Not to mention the 19th century, even in the 21st century, if you want to reverse this level of vomiting blood, you have to spend a lot of money to have a chance of survival.
Even if the person is really brought back, he will still have to face serious liver problems later, so no matter how he looks at it, Fernan will not survive.
Kawei walked around the blood stain, stepped forward and gently lifted the black cloth over his eyes, and said, "Fernand, I'm here."
Fernan was slightly startled when he heard the voice. When the bright light in front of him passed, he saw clearly that the person who came was indeed Kawei. Then he smiled slightly, revealing a few teeth in his mouth and the remaining black and red on his lips. Bloodstain: "Doctor, your surgery doesn't seem to have solved my problem."
"It has been solved." Kawei opened the door and sat in the seat before Werther. "If it hadn't been for my surgery, you would have died long ago."
"Is it?"
Fernan was a little surprised, but quickly regained his composure. He swallowed the saliva mixed with the smell of blood and said feebly: "Forget it, there is no point in worrying about the previous surgery. Let's talk about now. Can my body be saved?"
"No." Kawei's answer was very straightforward, "The diagnosis may be biased, but death is certain."
"Don't include hanging." Fernand smiled again, "I let the Frenchman go. Logically speaking, he should have saved me."
Kawei shook his head: "I am a doctor, and punishment is not within my scope of consideration. What I am talking about is the medical mortality rate, 100%. Even if you can really survive, it is only the difference between a few days and a few weeks."
After hearing this, Fernan was not as depressed as ordinary people should be, but became more excited: "How many weeks can you live?"
"There is indeed a very weird operation that can treat your vomiting of blood." Kawei did not hide it and said directly, "But the mortality rate of this operation itself is 100%, because your physical condition is too poor and you have undergone two After the operation, I'm afraid I could have declared death as soon as I opened my stomach on stage."
"Then what are you talking about for a few weeks?"
"Clinical medicine is full of all kinds of probabilities, and no one can tell for sure." Kawei explained, and suddenly said, "But no matter what, you will definitely die if you vomit blood to this extent. Even if the operation is successful, it will only Just to live a little longer."
"Then you'd better give me a treat." Fernand lost confidence in Kawei and turned to look at Witte at the door. "Sheriff, hurry up and report the transcript just now. I can be hanged early tomorrow morning. "
"It's not up to you to decide what to do!" the clerk said, "You must die well enough to satisfy Mr. Edward!"
"I would rather die on the street than in a ghost place like this."
As soon as Fernan finished speaking, he felt his stomach churning again. After retching twice, he spat out another mouthful of blood. Although the amount is not as big as before, the look is particularly scary: "If we don't judge, I will really die here!"
It is rare that the police and prisoners have a common goal, but due to some objective reasons, no one can come up with a good solution.
Kawei looked at his miserable appearance, then looked at the clerk of the embassy outside the door, and suddenly asked: "I have a solution that is not a solution, but it has to get your consent, maybe after you After your consent, you have to ask the king and the ambassador.”
"any solution?"
"Say it!
"
Kawei hesitated for a moment and then said: "I think surgery can be used instead of hanging. What do you think?"
