In this temporary barracks hospital, the situation that the soldier encountered just now is not uncommon.
In fact, this kind of "resurrection from the dead" occasionally occurs in modern times, but it almost does not exist in formal medical institutions. The reason lies in the measurement of vital signs and the final rescue work.
But in the chaotic post-war barracks of the 19th century, it was difficult for the accompanying doctors to judge whether the patient was really dead from the most basic inspection and palpation, especially since they had not yet fully grasped the vital signs and body temperature diagnosis mentioned by Carvey. .
After all, when the number of doctors and patients is seriously disproportionate, it is difficult for doctors to carry out complex vital sign measurements in an unsupervised environment.
In fact, in surgery, this kind of Schrödinger's chance of life and death is very rare, because after simple trauma treatment, the "wound ulcer + high fever + syncope" package is enough to take away a soldier's life, and it is almost impossible to have an accident.
Internal medicine is different. Soldiers have no exposed wounds, only very vague symptoms. Quick judgment does require a certain amount of clinical medical experience. After experiencing the dilution of a large number of injured soldiers, the spirit could not be concentrated and things became more and more sloppy. Being able to retain 30% of the original experience was considered valuable.
Adams was the victim of Schrödinger's life and death. He used to live in the medical ward, but now he has been beaten several times with a stick and is now a member of the surgery department.
Kavi was unable to question a deputy marshal's medical philosophy, and the letter from Archduke Brecht in his hand was just like a blank piece of paper in his eyes. But he still needs to declare his status and determination to make changes, otherwise, the Western Front will inevitably usher in a rout.
"Deputy Marshal Laming, although this is your barracks, the barracks temporary rescue center is not under the jurisdiction of the director of the Northern Olmitz Fortress General Hospital. But there is one thing I need to remind you."
Kawei gently raised his right index finger, pointed to the military rank on the collar of his military uniform, and said, "In addition to the title of director of a general field hospital, I also hold the title of deputy inspector of the military medical department."
"Deputy Inspector? What Deputy Inspector?" Laming still didn't understand the rank and position of military doctors in the army. "My Sixth Army has its own Inspector of Military Medical Department."
"Technically speaking, he's under my control."
Kavi originally didn't want to talk nonsense with the defeated deputy marshal, because he only read the literal meaning of Archduke Brecht's message and he was here to help. Making random troubles, especially overt and covert fights over power changes, may not be conducive to the frontline war effort.
But he didn't know before that such dirty things were happening on the Western Front, hundreds of kilometers away.
If doctors can't tell whether a soldier is alive or dead, then what morale does this army have?
Laming seemed to understand what Kawei meant. He picked a bottle of wine from the wine table next to his desk, filled himself a glass, and said, "You mean you want to take over this place?"
"The medical system here has collapsed. There are insufficient manpower and the medical concept is very outdated. It cannot guarantee the safety of the soldiers." Kawei said very directly. In his opinion, stating the interests and risks can best help the other party understand the seriousness of the matter. , "If I take over, the situation just now should not happen again."
Laming smiled and shook his head, tactfully refuting his views and requests: "No, I think it's fine now."
"It's good that the living are treated as dead???"
"It's just an inevitable mistake. Isn't Lieutenant Adams awake?" Laming took a sip of red wine and said calmly.
Kawei couldn't figure out his logical thinking about this matter for a while: "What about those who haven't woken up? Are they really dead?"
"Yes, I just said it in the purest German. Didn't Dr. Kawei understand?" Lamin put down his glass, glanced at Kawei, and then turned back to look at the war map on the wall. , "The Sixth Army's temporary rescue center is now operating normally. Dr. Kawei should go look elsewhere."
Kawei didn't know where his mysterious confidence came from. Perhaps the defeats in the previous battles were directly related to this person's character.
He had reason to suspect that Deputy Marshal Wilhelm von Laming in front of him had been dazzled by his false confidence and failure, and needed to report the matter to Vienna as soon as possible. But before that, he still wanted to fight for it again: "I respect the deputy marshal's decision, but as a doctor, I should be able to visit the lieutenant just now, right?"
Laming nodded: "Please feel free to do so."
"Farewell."
Since Kawei couldn't suppress Laming and couldn't get the management rights of the hospital, he could only settle for the second best and rely on his own military medical philosophy to change the way of treatment here. At least there can no longer be the weird practice of treating a living person as a dead person, because that is no different from being buried alive.
Moreover, Adams was not a traumatized soldier, but a patient who had been ill from the beginning. Going to see him out of caution was also a preventive measure.
Adams was being locked up in a small, separate room at the corner of the barracks hospital. It looked like it was originally a simple farmhouse. The door was locked and a sign reading "Mental Abnormality" was hung.
"I'm Dr. Carvey."
There was a soldier standing at the door, who must have been called to take care of Adams. When he saw the young Kavi, he originally wanted to drive him away, but when he took a closer look at his back and collar badge, his attitude immediately changed dramatically.
He was unwilling to admit this emotionally, and his age and collar badge were seriously inconsistent. But the objective facts are right in front of us, and as an ordinary soldier, we must give the appropriate response.
He put his legs together, made the most standard standing posture, and said respectfully: "Your Excellency, Lieutenant General! I am here to take care of mental patients on the orders of the chief doctor of the army."
Kawei nodded, smiled and told him to relax, and then asked: "Is Lieutenant Adams, who fired just now, locked up here?"
"Yes, right here."
"He was hit several times on the head. Has the surgeon come to see him?"
"The surgeon has just left." The guard was not sure of his statement. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I think he brought the instrument box over. He should have stitched up his wound."
These surgeons do not have enough knowledge about firearm injuries to the brain, but they still have some understanding of blunt force injuries to the brain, so they should not misjudge the injuries. Of course, nothing is certain. Kawei must go in and take a look: "I want to go in and see him."
The guard was very embarrassed: "Theoretically, no one can enter this room without the chief doctor's order!"
"Not even Deputy Marshal Laming?"
"this"
Kawei smiled and said: "I just went in to see him, I had no other ideas."
"But this guy is very emotionally unstable and too dangerous, Lieutenant General. If I were you, I would never meet such a lunatic."
It can be seen that the guards are really worried about Kawei's safety. But this also further aroused Kawei's thirst for knowledge. Why was he sentenced to death, why did he wake up, and why was he mentally abnormal?
"Don't worry, I have my own guard. If he doesn't have a gun in his hand, he can't hurt me."
The guard looked at the military uniforms of him and the guards behind him, and then his eyes fell on their military ranks. To be honest, even the collar badge of the guard behind him is enough to order the commander of his infantry regiment: "Okay then, I will open the door for you."
"Thank you."
The guard quickly took out the key and unlocked the door: "Please pay attention to the time, if you are seen by the chief doctor"
"I understand." Kavi patted him on the shoulder, "Just give me ten minutes."
This house was just the most ordinary bungalow, with only two rooms in it. The windows were sealed, and all the furniture and daily necessities that should have been there were removed and replaced with several hospital beds. The doctors here had foreseen the mental problems the soldiers would have before the accident and arranged a temporary psychiatric asylum early.
But now the only one who is lucky enough to live here is Adams.
"Lieutenant Adams." Kavey put on a mask and gloves and slowly walked up to him, "I'm Dr. Kavey."
Adams' hands were tied to the bed, his head was wrapped in numerous bandages, and several days of dried blood could still be seen on his face. His eyes were closed tightly, and he had no intention of replying when someone said hello.
Kawei's time was indeed limited, so he went to an extreme in questioning: "I want to ask you why you were put in the morgue."
This sentence directly touched Adams' pain point: "Are you kidding me? Are you asking me why? Aren't you a doctor? The doctor came to ask the patient why he appeared in the morgue??? There is nothing funnier than this in the world. A joke?"
Kawei looked at his angry look and smiled: "It seems that he is not crazy."
"Of course I'm not crazy, it's the doctors who diagnosed me who are crazy!"
Kawei raised his hand and touched his forehead. His body temperature was still normal. The wound just now was just a scalp laceration. There was a lot of bleeding but no bones were injured. As for whether there is cerebral hemorrhage, we can only wait and see what happens.
"What disease did you have before?"
"The doctor didn't know it at first, but later he said I might have eaten randomly and had food poisoning," Adams said, "and then gave me an antidote."
"Antidote?" Kawei frowned, having a bad premonition, "What antidote?"
"It seems to be a very expensive antidote. I heard that the ingredients used are very particular." Adams recalled the original scene again, "He also prepared it in front of me. He used various powders and herbs, mixed in A detoxification pill made together." [1]
Kawei didn't want to hear this and continued to ask: "Let's not talk about the antidote for now, why don't you tell me what symptoms you had before?"
"The body temperature was very high, chills, headaches, fatigue, vomiting, bone and joint pain all over the body, muscle pain, anyway, I felt pain everywhere." Adams recalled the painful memories of the initial illness, "I stayed in the ward for a long time I’ve been feeling hot all over my body for 11 days, it’s so uncomfortable!”
"What about after taking the antidote?"
"My stomach hurts, very painful!" Adams explained, "But the doctor said it was removing toxins and asked me to endure it."
"Then?"
"Then of course there was diarrhea, but it was only two or three times. In addition to this, my saliva also increased, and the vomiting that was almost gone also appeared." Adams was very disgusted with the doctor's treatment method, "That's it. He also wanted to give me this antidote, saying it was very effective, but I couldn’t stand the reaction and I refused.”
"It seems that some mercury has been added to it." Kawei has mastered the inherent routines of physicians for more than half a year and can deduce the raw materials of the medicine from the symptoms. "If I guessed correctly, you should not be poisoned. .”
"I knew it! It's definitely not poisoning!!!"
Judging from the time, he began to fall ill when the troops were assembled, and he missed almost all military deployments. There were not so many wounded soldiers at the time, and the diagnostic error was entirely due to the doctor's negligence.
"You were not sent back to Vienna?"
"I caught a fever on the march, and the doctor said I should be sent to the Central Hospital. The Central Hospital is located in Muchen, and I have been there." Adams sighed. "Unexpectedly, before the illness was over, there was news from the front line. News of the lost battle.”
"Now you've followed them here again."
"Yes, I arrived the day before yesterday. At that time, my body temperature had not gone down and I was soaked in the rain. My mental state was not very good." When Adams said this, his face became ferocious again, "Probably because I was in a coma for a day. After a one-night relationship, the doctor diagnosed her as 'dead of illness'."
"Fortunately, you woke up." Kawei lifted up his smelly shirt, carefully touched his liver and spleen, then looked at the skin of his torso, and already came to the conclusion, "Are there many people like you in your army? Such a patient?"
Adams didn't know how to answer the question, since the army had seemed healthy until he fell ill: "I don't know."
"Then let me change the question." Kawei stood up and asked, "Are there many rats in the barracks?"
"Rat is a specialty in every barracks dormitory, how could it not be there." Adams smiled bitterly, "I would have rats crawling on my head while I was sleeping in the ward. They were not trying to bite me, they were just looking for something to eat."
"No bathing, there are rats, and the symptoms include high fever, chills, hepatosplenomegaly, and body pain." Kawei pointed to several spots of pigmentation on his torso, "It should be typhus. These are all things that have happened in the past." Evidence of rash.”
Typhus is not a strange disease. It was very common in the 19th century and every doctor should learn about it. There were actually many typhus patients in the Municipal General Hospital, and Carvey also cited the medical records of typhus patients in his paper "The Thermometer."
"Your rash appears less often, and the progression of the disease seems a bit strange." Kawei explained, "But it should be gone now."
(End of chapter)
