Two days later.
To be exact, it was 38 hours later at 7 o'clock in the morning on May 12th. Edward lay in bed and slowly opened his eyes. In front of me is the bedroom I have lived in for many years. There are not many luxurious decorations. The spring sunshine shines on the ground through the stained glass.
He snuffed out the next two hours of sleep, got up from the bed in excitement, quickly put on his slippers and wrapped himself in a robe, hurriedly opened the door, and shouted to the empty corridor: "Farooq! Faroo gram!!!"
After shouting three times, a door in the distance was opened, and a middle-aged man who looked like a butler walked out quickly.
While adjusting his tie and shirt, he walked towards Edward's room: "Sir, you got up a little early today. The kitchen should still be cooking breakfast, which is your favorite omelette and smoked salmon, and..."
Edward had no idea about breakfast and interrupted: "Is that guy dead?"
The housekeeper didn't react at first. He was stunned for a while and then replied: "The secretary and your surgical consultant are watching over there. I will definitely notify you of the results as soon as possible."
"That means he's not dead yet." Edward was a little dissatisfied. "It's been two days since the operation. You said you wouldn't last a few days, so why aren't you dead yet???"
The housekeeper didn't have any good way to comfort him, so he could only say casually: "Maybe he will die soon, maybe today."
Edward sighed: "Forget it."
"Why don't you go back to the house and sleep for a while? Breakfast will still be placed on the dining table according to the previous rules."
"Well, no need." Edward shook his head, "I can't sleep."
"Then when it's done, I'll take you into the house directly."
"I don't have much appetite, so I'd better not give it away." Edward looked very ugly and returned to the room and closed the door.
Two days ago at 5 pm, after the operation was successful, he followed public opinion and released Fernand. Not because of how kind he is, nor because he repays kindness with hatred, but because he hopes that he will die from complications after the operation.
According to Kawei's previous statement, Fernand could not survive three days. Even if he survived the surgical complications, there would definitely be post-operative infection from the many incisions on his abdomen. The larger the incision, the more serious the infection. The entire operation was performed outdoors, and Fernan was not in good health, so death was inevitable.
Edward no longer believed Kawei's lies, but he could still listen to what his own medical advisor said.
According to his understanding of surgery and many years of clinical surgical experience, the conclusion is actually not much different from what Kawei said.
This surgery takes a long time, is large in scope, and has a lot of damaged tissue. It will definitely bring about a lot of surgical complications. Including but not limited to gastrointestinal obstruction, intra-abdominal bleeding, gastrointestinal bleeding again, gastrointestinal fistula, and disorder of body fluid balance, the possibility of survival is basically 0.
The incision on Fernan's stomach will definitely ulcerate, and it will be a very serious ulcer. As expected, redness and swelling around the incision will appear on the second day after surgery, drainage from the incision will begin on the third day, and the threads will collapse on the fourth and fifth days.
After a week at the latest, the incision will inevitably leak out thick juice, and the entire abdominal cavity will rot into a trash can for restaurant food waste.
Edward believed it, it could be said that he was convinced.
He didn't understand medicine or Kavi's surgery, but he did understand surgery. Incisional ulcers often occur during surgical operations in Paris, France. It would be great if half of the patients can survive, let alone such a large incision.
At the same time, he also prefers this torture-like punishment method, which can be regarded as revenge for a great revenge.
So Edward gave up the execution in the square and left everything to the surgical complications and miasma, hoping that they would kill Fernand quickly. Then he could confidently call on several well-known newspaper reporters in Vienna to write up the whole story, adding a touch of legend to himself.
But not long after he made his decision, an uneasy feeling that came out of nowhere slowly entered his mind.
Uneasy, worried, and anxious, although the medical consultant, Carvey, and many other surgeons gave him reassurance, Edward was still afraid of causing trouble. As for why, he couldn't tell.
This feeling did not dissipate over time, but instead slowly eroded all his daily thinking activities like gangrene in the bones.
Edward lived a very miserable life, but the antidote called death did not come to him in the form of a telegram or a message as expected by medicine. It just wandered around Fernand's bedside and immediately drifted away from the death row prisoner.
On the afternoon of May 12, Fernan's incision became red and swollen, and his body temperature rose. However, on the morning of May 13, although the incision was still red and swollen, his body temperature dropped. By the afternoon of that day, the redness and swelling of the incision had subsided somewhat, and there was no sign of further development.
On May 14, some infection remained in some of Fernan's incisions, but most of them had begun to close. The postoperative complications that had been exaggerated before did not appear. He was even able to ask for non-liquid food, and his requirements for the environment of the ward were getting higher and higher.
On May 15, all signs of infection on Fernan's incision disappeared. There was no redness, swelling, ulceration or discharge, and there was no possibility of collapse. According to the medical consultant who went to the police detention center, Fernand had even begun to inquire about the details of the suture removal.
On May 16, Edward could sit still no longer.
After he learned about Fernan's latest physical condition, the first thing he thought of was Kawei. It was this guy who pushed him into this deep pit, and he had to ask him for an explanation. And just when he left the embassy and was about to board the carriage, a copy of the Vienna Morning News appeared in the hands of the coachman.
"What's the news today?"
Edward has not had breakfast for 6 consecutive days, and has not read the morning newspaper for 6 consecutive days, so asking questions has become a must-do every day. The coachman knew what he was most taboo about, so he hid the newspaper behind his back and excused himself with a smile: "There is no news worth reading."
If the newspaper hadn't been hidden, maybe Edward wouldn't have asked.
But now it was obvious that there was no three hundred taels of silver here, and the fake smile made Edward always feel that something was fishy, and he wanted to take a look at the news published in the newspaper more and more: "Bring it to me and take a look."
"Mr. Ambassador, please stop reading. It's really not a big deal." The coachman quickly found some insignificant news and said, "It's just that yesterday's opera was a success and Laszlo opened a new steel factory by the Danube River. "
"show me!"
Edward was too lazy to listen and stretched out his hand.
The coachman sighed, turned around reluctantly, took off the newspaper and put it in his hand. Although I also took remedial measures and turned the page of the front headline. But for Edward, this little trick was meaningless.
When he turned to the headline page, the most worrying thing happened.
"What's the point of this?!" Looking at the morning newspaper headline in his hand, Edward's heart felt like it was being pinched by a vascular forceps. He was extremely uncomfortable. "He is a death row prisoner! Why should he accept an exclusive interview with a reporter from the Vienna Daily News?"
"I heard that because the operation broke several Austrian surgical records, I couldn't interview the surgeon, so I had to interview the patient." The coachman smiled awkwardly in front of the car door and said, "Actually, it's nothing. It's just that the newspapers and media are bored."
"Why don't you come to me when you're bored???"
What Edward really cares about is not that Fernand was interviewed, but that he was not interviewed: "I am the host of the surgery square. The surgery has to be approved by me before it can appear in front of everyone. I am the leader of the entire surgery." !”
The coachman had nothing to say, so he had to close the door for him, climb into the front room, pull up the reins, and prepare to drive to the Municipal General Hospital.
Edward was talking to himself crazily along the way, and his helplessness, anxiety, and depression were all reflected in these complaints. Unfortunately, in the eyes of others, at least in the eyes of Varela and Greg, Kavi has always been the leader of the operation, and the host will always be a dispensable and marginal figure.
The morning newspaper headline did not end Edward's bad luck. Like several reporters, he also did not find Carvey at the Municipal General Hospital. Ignatz, Herman, Damirgaon and Berget all said they had never seen him and had no idea about his whereabouts.
Next, Edward went to Kawei's residence and was rejected.
I made another trip to the military medical office where the Hofburg Palace is located, but failed to accept it, but still couldn't find Kawei.
Until 12 o'clock, when Edward came to the police station, he could not get any news about Kawei. The disappearance of Kawei did not make him feel too embarrassed. What really allowed him to break through the defense was Fernan's physical condition.
"Isn't this Mr. Ambassador?"
At this time, Fernand was still being held in the detention center, living in a single room with all the facilities including food, drink, toilet, and sleep. When he saw Edward, he was getting up from the bed and wanted to go to the pit beside the bed to solve an urgent problem: "What kind of wind brought you here?"
Edward was completely furious and turned around to stare at his consultant: "Is this the postoperative complication you mentioned?"
"this"
"Is this what you call postoperative incision ulceration?"
"Neither do I"
“Food waste from restaurants?”
"I really"
"How do you explain that?"
"well"
The adviser's misjudgment brought embarrassment to a spokesman for the Three Emperors and to France. Edward wanted to remove him, but surgeons who were really willing to waste time with ambassadors abroad were so rare that after removing him, it would be difficult to find a replacement in a short period of time.
After thinking about it, he could only bear this breath.
"Did Mr. Ambassador think of coming to see me after seeing the headlines in the newspaper?"
"Looking back at the time I let you go, I still don't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing."
"Sometimes, I still wonder, if I had killed you, I wouldn't have been arrested."
"Forget it, forget it, it's pointless. Mr. Ambassador? Mr. Ambassador, are you still listening? Mr. Ambassador."
Against Fernand's sarcasm, Edward pulled his consultant aside and asked, "How is his physical condition now?"
"Very good."
For the first time, the consultant described a patient's gradual return to health with mixed emotions: "The incision has been largely closed, the surrounding redness and swelling have subsided, and the patient looks very energetic."
"What about complications? You said he would die from complications!"
"I just gave a rough judgment." The consultant defended, "There are always various situations in medicine, some are bad, and some are good."
"You think that's a good thing?"
"Um, no, no, no, he's a death row prisoner, so he can't be considered a good thing!"
Edward let go of his hand, pushed him to the wall, and warned: "I need a detailed physical health assessment from him to prove this guy's physical condition. It will appear on my desk before this evening. , otherwise, you can just take the train back to Paris."
Just as Edward was furious at the police station, Kawei appeared at the manor of the old Marshal Ludwig with his surgical tools.
According to the original agreement, Kawei needed to solve the root cause of the old marshal's back pain.
According to Ludwig's request, the operation must be performed in his bedroom. The number of surgical team members cannot exceed five, preferably four, and all must have certain qualifications. For the old marshal, having certain qualifications is equivalent to being a chief physician.
So Kavi left out Herman, Damirgaon and Berget, and even Amor did not appear on the list of today's surgical team.
Instead, there is a luxurious lineup that no one has ever seen before, with first assistant Waterman, second assistant Orgi and third assistant Massimov.
According to common sense, it is almost impossible for a chief physician to become someone else's assistant. Because once you become an assistant, you need to lower yourself to the position of a student and call the surgeon your teacher. Unless the chief surgeon was originally his teacher, or at least his senior, this arrangement would be an insult to the chief physician.
But they were willing to be Kawei's assistants in order to learn spinal surgery, which was Kawei's first self-inflicted surgery.
In addition to the above three, there is also Hills. He is mainly responsible for the work of the equipment nurse and anesthetist, mainly monitoring heart rate and blood pressure, and changing the dosage of drugs in the infusion bottle according to Kawei's instructions.
Although Hills' abilities were somewhat lacking, because of Orji's guarantee and Kawei and him being from the same school, Ludwig allowed him to enter the bedroom.
"Old Marshal, this is the surgical plan. The operation won't take too long. It's just a long sleep." Kawei drew a sketch for him and briefly explained the operation. "What do you think?"
"I think to be honest, it's beyond my scope of knowledge." Ludwig looked at the sketch and was stunned for a long time. "But since I handed over the operation to you, and there are so many chief doctors here, I can't possibly Question your work.”
"Thank you, old marshal, for your trust." Kawei smiled, "In that case, it's not too early, how about we start now."
(End of chapter)
