The death penalty has been around since ancient times and has always been an extreme means of punishing prisoners and venting their anger.
There was no humane term at that time, so ancient people were more "careful" about the death penalty than modern people. In the long history, death penalty "crafts" such as cutting with sharp objects, heat processing, forced suffocation, animal assistance, hammering with wood and stone, etc. have been born.
Until the era quietly entered the 20th century, scientific development began to pervasively affect all aspects of life, and the criminal law methods of death penalty also began to change. The death penalty increasingly downplays the painful aspect of the punishment, giving as little as possible to death alone.
For example, earlier firing squads, the mature electric chair technology seventy years later, and the intravenous injection of drugs a hundred years later are all new methods based on humane considerations. 【1】
Carvey was not stupid enough to reveal to them a colorless, odorless poisoning method that was absolutely undetectable in the 19th century. Of course, this is only one of the reasons. There is another reason, which lies in the looks of Franz and Archduke Brecht.
From the look in his eyes, Kawei saw the meaning of "don't help".
However, eyes alone are not enough. Eyes are just a very vague subjective feeling and only serve as a reminder. What really concerned Kawei was the wine glass that kept shaking in Franz's hand and the slightly turning head of Archduke Brecht.
Both of them sat next to Edward and leaned on the chair cushions, entering the blind spot of his vision.
Kawei didn't understand the meaning of what they did, but since the leader agreed with his conclusion, there was no need to hesitate and he could just shake his head and refuse.
Edward was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do. The only way to maintain his reputation now was to let Edward die of "postoperative complications." At this point, no matter how much others say, it's useless. Kawei's help is necessary.
To be honest, Fernand's sudden death will definitely affect the success rate of Kawei's surgery. After all, no patients he has operated on have died before.
Carvey's willingness to let him use "postoperative complications" as the cause of death was already a big help, and Edward had nothing to blame. On the contrary, he must also thank this talented surgeon, otherwise the scheduled surgery in Paris will definitely be cancelled.
He stood up, raised the wine glass in his hand, and said excitedly: "No matter what, I still have to thank Dr. Kawei."
"It's okay, we are all friends." Kawei smiled and clinked wine glasses with him, "Mr. Ambassador is in trouble, and I can help, so why not do it."
“But your surgery”
"It's just an operation. As long as I understand that there is no problem with the operation." Kawei looked like an old man who has been immersed in surgery for decades. "Similar to data such as operation success rate and postoperative survival rate, It’s all just an accessory to my best efforts to complete the surgery.”
Edward was so moved that he could even see crystal tears in his eyes: "Dr. Carvey, your surgery is superb and extremely beautiful. But compared with your virtues, these are not worth mentioning. It was you who made me see The greatness of Austrian surgery.”
Kawei was stunned by what he said, but he still accepted the words: "Mr. Ambassador, you are overly complimentary."
When the whole thing has developed to this point, Edward also feels a little strange. He always feels that something is not right, but looking at Kawei's sincere eyes, everything seems to be peaceful. Archduke Brecht sent someone to provide medicine, and Kawei remained silent. We can see Fernand's body and autopsy report tonight, and the problem seems to have been solved.
Now that the problem was solved, there was no need for Edward to stay here anymore. He turned around and said goodbye to the two of them: "Then I'll leave first."
"Mr. Ambassador, won't you stay for lunch?" Franz suddenly said, "The food at the Marshal's house is no worse than that at the palace."
"No." Edward shook his head, "I'm not a popular figure here."
If possible, he would certainly like to hear the views of the Austrian Emperor and various military and political officials on the war and some specific preparation measures. The cynicism of those officials had no impact on him. He still had this sense of determination in a foreign country.
But right now, Edward has more important things to do, which is to draft an explanation as soon as possible and rely on the power of the media to turn public opinion around.
"Mr. Ambassador, have you considered which newspaper to find?" Archduke Brecht saw through his next move and asked directly, "If necessary, I also have many connections in this area, and I will definitely be able to write a reversal. A good piece of writing about the decline in public opinion.”
"Haha, no need, I still want to keep a low profile."
"In that case, I wish you a safe journey."
Edward left the manor in a hurry, leaving only Franz, Brecht and Kavi in the living room. In order to have a better conversation and discussion, and to prevent others from seeing the king being too restrained while eating, the three of them left the main building and went to the small garden, using it as a temporary restaurant, where food would be delivered one by one.
Lunch is actually very traditional Austrian food, mainly pork and beef, sausage steak as the main form, paired with some vegetables and desserts, nothing fancy.
In comparison, the chat content is much more exciting.
The first half was still within Kawei's expectation. Two complex surgeries pushed him to the top ranks of Vienna surgery, which amazed all the doctors and Franz himself. The factors that Edinson proposed to limit Kawei such as age, experience, professional title, and academic qualifications seem particularly hypocritical in the face of real strength.
Although Franz was conservative, he was not stupid. He made it clear Kawei's status in the surgical community as soon as he opened his mouth: "Thank you, Dr. Kawei. Today's surgery is of great significance to the imperial army."
Kawei didn't understand the situation within the army, nor did he understand the meaning of this sentence. He just read something from the attitudes of the two men. His reaction was the same: "Old Marshal is my patient, and it is my job to serve the patient."
"How long will it take for the Marshal to get down to earth?" Brecht asked.
"Considering his age, it would take half a month at the earliest." Kawei explained, "If you want to restore normal walking and waist physiological functions, it will take at least three months. The process will be very painful, but at least the original waist and legs will be restored." The pain problem is all solved. If you want to fully recover, then..."
"Okay, I understand." Brecht was very satisfied with the result. "Let the marshal have a good rest."
Franz was well prepared for this result and did not expect a so-called miracle: "The operation is over now, let's talk about the military medical department."
"I'm just a little surgeon." Kawei showed his status, and at the same time reminded them that praise without rewards is just a bunch of nonsense, "The Military Medical Department still has to find Vice President Edinson, and I can't Don’t dare to make random suggestions.”
"Morasso has already contacted me." Franz knew that he was in a mood, so he went straight to the point without making any detours. "He said that he was short of a consultant and hoped to transfer you from the field hospital."
Logistics paperwork was not the position Carvey wanted, it was a waste of time.
But Morasso had good intentions, and he couldn't show it too obviously, so he didn't know what to say for a while.
"I understand what you're thinking, but I don't agree." Franz said with a smile, "Sending you to the office to review documents, discuss logistics arrangements, and calculate manpower and material resources is really overkill."
At this point, Kawei knew that the time had come and it was time to make his request.
Of course, he is not greedy. He just wants to get what he deserves: "I just want to be a surgeon in a field hospital and have the power to treat patients on my own. This request is not too much."
"It's not too much." Franz glanced at Archduke Brecht beside him and said, "We all know that you have superb surgical skills and it would be too dangerous to go to the front line. So after discussion, we decided to keep you in Vienna. Stay a surgeon.”
Kavi:? ? ?
"Soldiers cannot go to the front line immediately after receiving treatment, so the treatment only ensures their survival and will not have much impact on the war situation." Franz's positioning of military doctors and soldiers is very rational, almost ruthless. "But if a field hospital is attacked, the consequences will be disastrous."
Kawei didn't expect that things would turn out like this, disrupting all his previous plans.
It would be fine if they just messed up the plan, I was afraid that these were just cliché traps.
Surgery is a project that Franz has been supporting. Without his support, the School of Surgery would be a piece of paper. If there are other surgeons who reach the level of Waterman and Ignatz, he will not only belong to himself, but also to the empire.
Sending a surgeon who can perform complex operations to the front line is not only dangerous for the doctor himself, but also for the development of imperial surgery. The loss of dying on the front line is relatively controllable, but if you are captured or even surrender to the enemy, it will be a big problem!
"We think it is better for you to do research in the laboratories of hospitals and medical schools." Franz continued, "This can also contribute more to the development of surgery."
If this proposal had appeared a month ago, Kavi would have definitely supported it with both hands. It would definitely be better to stay in Vienna than to go to the front.
But now the paper he wrote has received a mediocre response, the surgery can only be spread through newspapers, and the experiment lacks a large number of samples. Kawei needs further influence: "If I stay in Vienna, can you increase the budget for some experimental projects?"
War is approaching, and Franz's pockets have long been emptied: "How much do you want?"
"20,000 crowns per year." Kawei Lion said loudly, but considering the number of manpower and disease sources required for his experimental project, this cost is not excessive. "This is a conservative estimate. If the direction of the experiment needs to be changed midway, it may Still good”
Franz shook his head helplessly: "You can only find funding from the school, I can't give that much money."
"It's an exception for the dean to provide me with a laboratory. I have always paid for it myself."
Kawei himself is not short of money, and his net income has steadily surpassed that of Ignatz, but the experiment is a bottomless pit with no end in sight: "Experimental materials, medicines, equipment, and manpower all require money. Those new drugs are the support. An important force for my operation to continue. Just relying on technology, let alone Fernand and Marshal's operations, even the now stable cesarean section will become very dangerous."
"War requires a lot of money. It is impossible for me to reduce military expenditures for you."
"Then I'd better go to the front line and be a chief surgeon." Kawei emphasized his request, and then said, "After all, the hospital is behind the battlefield, so it should be very safe."
Franz was puzzled: "Aren't you short of money? The income of a military doctor is not comparable to your current appearance fee, right?"
"But there are a lot of injury and illness samples on the battlefield." Kawei has already set his sights on the frontline military camps, on trauma and various infectious diseases accompanying the movement of military camps. "I only need to get the position of chief surgeon. It can solve the problem of insufficient experimental samples.”
War has always been a hotbed of surgical development.
It is really difficult to convince others with the data of a small paper. Only a large sample can be used to prove something, and the paper written will be more convincing.
Franz didn’t understand experiments, but he thought it made sense: “Are you sure?”
"I'm sure." Kawei decided, "Besides, His Majesty the King once reminded me that the baronetship in my hands was bought. I am still an illegitimate child and I urgently need a chance to prove it."
After hearing this, Franz breathed a sigh of relief and expressed respect for Kawei's decision: "It would be a waste of talent to just be a simple surgeon."
Brecht suggested from the side: "How about becoming a deputy chief surgeon? Deputy director of the military medical department? Or a member of the medical committee?"
Franz shook his head.
These positions all have the same problem. They all compete with Edinson, but they are nominally Edinson's subordinates. If these positions are really given, it will not only be a slap in Edinson's face, but also Franz's face. It will not do any good to the work if Kawei is really allowed to take office.
So after thinking for a moment, he made a bold decision: "Dr. Kawei, you are so special that there is no suitable position for you. So I have to exclude you from the military medical department and let you Establish a new surgical department independent of the Military Medical Service."
Kawei was surprised: "What do you mean?"
"You will have your own surgical team, and I will send a group of soldiers to protect your safety day and night." Franz said, "You will not be under the jurisdiction of anyone in the field hospital. You can just do your own surgery. I hope you can Do not disappoint me."
(End of chapter)
