The previous director of the Department of Surgery at the Palace Hospital was Dupont Itran, a very famous field doctor during the Napoleonic period. After the war, he was awarded the title of baronet by Napoleon himself.
He was undoubtedly a giant in the French medical community at that time and the surgical emperor of the Palais-Dieu Hospital. Now the giant's student Cediyo inherited the mantle and became a new generation of emperor.
He and Itran are two completely opposite people. He is not as stubborn as the teacher, nor is he as domineering, but he also has the French acting talent.
The operating table is Sedieu's stage and performance venue. His job is to use extremely professional vocabulary and slightly violent surgical techniques to show the alternative art hidden behind the blood.
He admitted that the tumor removal was not perfect, but compared to other surgeons' operations, it was very powerful and fully worthy of his status.
With this layer of foreshadowing, Cediyo was more certain about Kawi's arrival. In his eyes, what Kawei wants to do should not be a surgical tour demonstration, but a demonstration of self-ability based on learning, in order to gain the appreciation of others, rather than teach.
Paris, which has always been at the pinnacle of surgery in the world, has medical students from other countries visiting it every day to study. There is no need for doctors from other countries to teach.
"I'm really sorry, Dr. Kawei, but obstetrics is not under my control." Sedillo smiled, picked up the suture needle and thread, and performed the so-called gastrojejunostomy.
"The director of obstetrics is not willing to let the women in the ward take risks."
"Indeed, I think so too." Kawei surprisingly agreed with him, and his reason was equally surprising: "Caesarean section is inherently full of dangers, not to mention that my surgical team is still in Vienna and may require It will take a few days to arrive in Paris. Moreover, the dosage of the medicine I carry is also limited, and it may not be enough if I encounter postpartum hemorrhage." Sediyo heard the overtone and stopped the surgical knot in his hand: "Dr. Kawi Do you think the doctors in Paris are not as good as those in Vienna?”
"No, no, no, Professor Sedieu misunderstood. From the overall medical level, the surgery department of Paris Hospital is indeed at a higher level than that of Vienna." Kawei told the truth.
"I'm just talking about my own surgical team, which is an exception." This kind of yin and yang deliberately upholding an objective attitude will make people feel like they can't distinguish between true and false, and Sediyo feels very uncomfortable listening: "Does Dr. Kawei's skills require the same group of assistants?"
"That's not the case." Now that everything has been said, considering that he still has to stay in Paris for a month, Kawei has nothing to be polite about. It would be bad to be too reserved: "If Professor Sedieu is the assistant That's no problem, after all, I often ask Dean Waterman and Teacher Ignatz to be my assistants in Vienna." As soon as these words came out, the scene was in an uproar, and everyone's attention was focused on this young doctor who was under 20 years old. .
"Isn't Waterman the president of the Austrian College of Surgery?"
"Yes, Ignatz is his son."
"Will this surgical father and son help him?"
"No way." The words were very arrogant and unpleasant to hear, but the impact of the arrogance was strong enough to make quite a few people who originally doubted Kawei become doubtful.
This is Paris, and the words are so unrealistic. When the news finally reaches Vienna, he is also the one who dies.
So there must be a reason why Kawei dared to talk to Sediyo like this. Is the cesarean section announced to the outside world true?
Can the mortality rate of cesarean section really be significantly reduced? Sediyo was not angry, but affirmed Kawi's expression.
However, he still had to question what should be questioned. He had to find out what the officials of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs did not explain clearly to Kawei.
The old professor pinched the suture again, quickly tied a knot, and asked Albaran, who was already too frightened to speak, to cut off the excess catgut: "Not bad, not bad, young people are very motivated, but I have several questions. I would like to ask Dr. Kawei for advice.”
"Excuse me, Professor."
"Are you a graduate of the Medical School of the University of Vienna?"
"Yes." Kawei thought about the diploma that was still in the drawer of Meadows' office, and suddenly lost his confidence.
"I guess I just graduated."
"PhD?"
"No, it's just undergraduates." A few laughs could not help but burst out from the surroundings. The sound was very small, but it was amplified several times by the silent surgical theater.
Sedieu didn't give any face, and said while suturing the other side: "Can you really learn anatomy well with this degree? The anatomy tutorial of the Paris University School of Medicine runs from undergraduate to master. If you are a doctor who specializes in surgery, you still need to do it during the Ph.D. Learn anatomy.”
"Your concerns are indeed justified. According to the current development speed of surgery, I am afraid that I will have to continue practicing anatomy even after I enter the profession."
"So your education."
"Academic qualifications are a criterion for measuring a doctor's overall strength, but it is not the only one. Anatomy does not have to be studied in the hospital." Kawei continued to explain,
"In other words, if we only talk about surgical experience, I should have more experience than half of the doctors on site." There are many medical students in the field, as well as interns and assistants who have just graduated. They can really perform surgeries on their own. In fact, there are only about 2/3 people.
He is richer than half of the doctors and has at least six or seven years of experience. Only then did Cediyo realize Kawei's toughness, and his tone changed from joking to more serious: "How old was Dr. Kawei when he started doing surgery?"
"I started working as my father's assistant when I was six years old."
"Oh? Who is your father...?"
"He is just an ordinary Italian surgeon. He is good at amputation, lithotripsy, various types of maxillofacial orthopedics and hernia repair. He has also learned a little bit about tracheotomy, blood transfusion, dispensing of medicines, and the composition and construction of surgical instruments." The content has become magical since the amputation, and any one of them is enough to gain a foothold in a large-scale hospital.
Cediyo has also met private experts. Whether it is true or false, he has basically figured out Kawei's background now.
He is just a young genius who made great achievements after turning from a wild path to a full-time job. No wonder Vienna is such a treasure. So it seems understandable that those idiots in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who know nothing about medicine are being led around.
"Has Dr. Carvey been to the ward?"
"Thanks to Dr. Albaran for accompanying me all the way from the train station, I have been there just now." Kavi praised,
“The medical level of the Main Palace Hospital is indeed very high, and its management is worth learning from.”
"Is it just management?" Cediyo thought that Kawei was still trying to show off for himself, so he didn't pay much attention and asked,
"Albaran, have you shown Dr. Kavey the four medical records you compiled before?" Albaran was so frightened by the conversation just now that he just focused on pulling the hook and was unable to react in time.
"Dr. Albaran!" Cediyo tapped his retractor gently with tissue forceps.
"are you still there?"
"Uh, yes, I'm here!"
"What are you thinking about?" Juyong was doing pathological slices in the preparation area. He cursed and then repeated it for the professor.
"I asked you if Dr. Kawei has read those four medical records!"
"I read, well, I just read a 97-bed book." Albaran replied,
“I was called over before other patients could see them.”
"Okay." Cedillo asked.
"I heard that Dr. Kawei can perform appendectomies, so the patients in bed 97 will be yours. We can also see the top surgical level in Vienna." Kawei has just seen bed 97, and there is no way to judge based on abdominal pain alone. Whether it is appendicitis, let alone a girl, we need to rule out gynecological problems first.
This situation is awkward, and it requires solid evidence to deny the other person's diagnosis. The boundary of the patient's abdominal pain range is very vague, and there are at least a dozen differential diagnoses. Without the help of imaging and laboratory tests, it is really impossible to make a judgment.
"The 97-bed operation is not urgent." Kawei decided to change the topic.
"The professor asked me so many questions, and I also want to ask him one question."
"Oh?" Cediyo stopped again and looked up in his direction, obviously interested, "What's the problem?"
"About this surgery now."
"Gastrectomy?" Saidi had a vague premonition of something bad, but then he thought about it and no one could do this kind of surgery now, so he felt relieved.
"Ask, what do you want to ask?"
"I'm very curious about one thing." Kawei asked,
"Is there really that much bleeding during gastrectomy?"
"this"
"If it is true, where was the bleeding during the operation just now?"
"If the location is found, can the operation be avoided?" These three questions directly hit the point, which is equivalent to exposing Sedillo's scars.
The surrounding audience can clearly feel Kawei’s
"Hostility", but they could not resist the temptation of these three questions. They wanted to speak up to stop it, but they also wanted Sediyo to give the answer as soon as possible.
It's embarrassing anyway.
"Dr. Kawei, you agreed to only ask one question, but here are three questions!!!"
"But they can be linked together into one problem, which is why there is massive bleeding." Kawei knew the difficulty of the problem.
If the surgeon does not carefully explore the abdominal cavity during the operation and does not have a certain degree of mastery and confidence in the steps and techniques for freeing tissue, it will be difficult to answer this question.
It was normal for Cediyo not to answer. What he wanted was not to embarrass the old professor, but to hope that he would remember something.
When an operation fails, the first thing to do is not to enjoy the comfort of others, but to find the cause of the problem as soon as possible.
Cediyo seemed to understand the true meaning of these questions. He raised his head and looked at the students and colleagues in the audience, and gently put down the suture needle: "What a good question. Now I know why His Majesty the Emperor is on the side of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." , I want you to come to Paris." Seeing his expression, Kawei sighed: "I believe Professor Sedieu can definitely overcome this difficulty and complete the gastrectomy. If you need help, I am willing to help." The surgical theater on the edge began to find the real cause of death for the dead Mr. Boris.
On the other side, Edward, who sent Carvey to Paris, finally met the French Emperor Napoleon III. It was the last French emperor, known as the upstart, who agreed to Carvey's trip to Paris.
"Your Majesty, I'm back." Nassan was sitting on the sofa looking at a document. When he saw it was Edward, he quickly asked him to take a seat: "The Doctor Carvey mentioned in your letter has also arrived in Paris?"
"Yes, we're already here." Edward repeatedly simulated questioning scenes along the way, looking for possible questions, and at the same time he had to find good answers for himself.
"He has already gone to the Main Palace Hospital. There should be a surgery demonstration event in the near future." Na San had no expression on his face and just asked: "What do you think of his surgical skills?"
"It's very impressive." Edward couldn't help but give several examples.
"Marshal Ludwig of Austria suffered from waist and leg pain for several years, and it was difficult to even ride a horse. Less than four months after undergoing his surgery, he was able to walk normally. Giustina, too She is the daughter of Marshal MacMahon, the countess of our great France. Her breast cancer was sentenced to death by many people, but in the hands of Dr. Carvey, not only was the tumor removed, but the reconstructed breast is now not much different from a normal one. .And old Mr. Edem."
"Yes, Edem, how is Edem doing now?" Nasan put down the document in his hand and asked.
"Was his operation successful?"
"It worked." Edward said,
"We left after watching Mr. Edem open his eyes, and received a telegram from Vienna in Zurich. Mr. Edem is in good health." Nasan's face became very strange. He was neither happy nor surprised. It’s a fear of facing the unknown: “Did it really succeed?”
"Doctor Carvey said that if there is no bad news within a week, the operation should be successful." Edward didn't seem to pay too much attention to the change in the emperor's face, and was still talking to himself,
"But I can see that he is very confident in himself." Nathan hesitated for a moment, then picked up the document at hand again: "What disease does Mr. Edem have? Is it stones?"
"It's not a stone, it's a tumor."
"Tumor? What tumor?" Nassan started to ask, but immediately shook his head and interrupted himself: "Forget it, I don't understand these things. Since Dr. Carvey has arrived in Paris, let him work hard. I also wish Mr. Edem good luck in getting through this difficult time."
"Your Majesty, please rest assured, I will make some arrangements."
"Okay." Nasan took a bottle of soothing wine from the table, poured two sips into his mouth, and then handed over the document he just read.
"Let's take a look at the latest battle report between Prussia and Austria."
"Battle report? Fighting finally started again?" Edward was in a good mood. For him, the longer this war started, the more beneficial it would be for him and France.
However, this was not the case. This battle report was more like a summary of a war, because the Austro-Prussian War, which lasted for more than a month, ended in such a confusing manner.
"Why did you start the peace talks?"
"No, the peace talks have not started, but the peace talks have ended." Nasan's expression became increasingly grim.
"The result of the peace talks was Austria's admission of defeat in the war, but that was all."
