Shebasto fell to the ground without warning. He was still talking nonsense just now, but suddenly he fell to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut off in the blink of an eye.
After all, he is also the chief of the Paris Police Department, not a homeless man who can be seen everywhere on the street. The private room suddenly exploded.
The first to react were his accompanying guards and the nearest waiter, who went up to check the situation as soon as they heard the noise. Then came the other people, including those who had just persuaded Edward to calm down.
They mostly stayed in the outer circle to guess the cause of the fall and gave their own suggestions.
Falling down while drinking is nothing new. Wine is consumed with every meal in Paris, and this happens almost all the time. But as Edward, who had been arguing with the other party just now, he had to put aside the relationship immediately.
"He fell because he drank too much, and I didn't touch him!"
It's a good thing if you don't say it, no one will think of it, because as long as you are not blind, you will know that Edward was not beside him when Shebasto fell. Moreover, it is ridiculous that the top brass of Parisian politics had a quarrel over a young female star and turned into manslaughter.
But as soon as it starts, there will be people who are worried about the world being in chaos and will jump out to refresh their sense of existence.
No matter what the facts are, even if he himself thinks it should be so, he still can't help but choose a novel angle to refute. This is a subconscious habit of wanting to show off one's abilities, a conditioned reflex produced after long-term maintenance.
It is commonly known as Gangjing in modern times.
But there was no such concept at the time, and no one would find such a person annoying. Instead, they would focus on Edward.
"Mr. Edward did push him."
"Come on, does that count as pushing? At best, it's just a touch." Edward argued, trying to regain the right to speak. "If that counts as pushing, then lifting a girl's skirt and twisting her waist on the dance floor Who do you think you are?"
"That's all I said, you must have reacted too much."
"It really has nothing to do with Mr. Edward, not to mention how long it has been since that action."
"Now how to do?"
"Send him home, or just leave him like this. He will wake up after a while."
In an age when alcohol was still considered a healthy drink, leaving it alone was a practical proposition. However, this does not apply to high-end places, nor does it apply to high-ranking officials like Shebasto.
There's got to be something going on around these people.
"Give him a drink, he really drank too much today."
"Who's going to get some vinegar?"
The methods for treating hangovers are the same. They are nothing more than using one kind of liquid to beat another kind of liquid, or one kind of food to beat another kind of food. In France, in addition to wine, the most common thing on the wine table is various vinegars for seasoning. Over time, pouring vinegar has become a natural hangover cure.
But this is the exquisiteness of the French. There are many kinds of vinegar, many, many kinds.
Apple cider vinegar, grapefruit vinegar, grape vinegar, raspberry vinegar, peach vinegar...Various fruits, various vegetables, spices, and even garlic can be made into vinegar.
After struggling for a long time, everyone agreed that apple cider vinegar is more effective: "Try it first. If it doesn't work, you can only add two more vinegar mixed with raw eggs. The last time I saw someone try it, it was very effective."
"Or just drag him to the kitchen, take off his clothes, and give him a vinegar bath!"
"Is this okay?"
"The suggestion a doctor gave me last time was tried by someone and it seemed to work..."
Just when everyone was discussing how to relieve a hangover and what to use to relieve a hangover, Kawei couldn't help but stepped forward and said indifferently: "Um, can everyone help Mr. Sebasto first?" Get up and sit?"
At this time, everyone present realized that there was a doctor in the private room.
Some people may be uneasy about his age and nationality, but out of trust in the doctor profession as a whole, they still agree with Kawei's statement.
The waiter, the guard and two other people helped the somewhat fat Sebasto onto the chair, and finally discovered something that everyone ignored: "My hands are full of blood, and his shirt is also full of blood. ..."
"Broken brain?"
"Sit him down quickly and let Dr. Carvey take a look."
Kawei has seen too many drunk patients who have fallen, car accidents, and fought. The protective reflex of the head is different from that of normal people. After drunkenness, they lose their judgment. Few people protect their heads in time, which often results in serious consequences. ACCIDENT.
Sebasto is very typical.
He had lost consciousness when he fell, his whole body fell back, and his head hit the edge of the table, causing a contusion and laceration on his scalp. The scalp has a rich blood supply, and the amount of bleeding must be huge. You can clearly see the blood droplets sliding down to the tips of your hair. Even the red carpet on the ground was dyed dark red.
Carvey didn't care what vinegar the French used to cure their hangovers, or why they drank it before shaking him. Anyway, vomiting itself is a good defense mechanism, and it can also wake the patient to check the reaction. Just pay attention to the direction of vomiting.
"Ugh...what is this?"
"Mr. Sebasto, how do you feel? What's wrong with you?"
"Mouth...stomach...vomit vomit vomit..."
"Do you know where you are?"
"Ugh, you...what did you give...?"
Sebasto reacted to the sudden gulp of apple cider vinegar, threw away his hands, barely controlled his body, and spit out several mouthfuls. But he never really opened his eyes from beginning to end, and his reaction only appeared for a short while, and he fainted again soon.
"Turn your face away, then bring a wet towel over and clean his mouth!"
As long as someone can ensure that there are no foreign objects in the mouth and the airway is clear enough, Kawei can have his hands free to judge his degree of drunkenness: "Press the wound, and then bring me the candle on the wall."
In the eyes of everyone, Kavi's next series of operations were very confusing. He did not solve the problem of drunkenness or deal with the wound on the back of his head. Instead, he forcibly opened Shebasto's eyes, and then placed the candle back and forth in front of his eyes. .
While wandering, he asked questions, and from time to time he would pat his face with his palm: "Mr. Sebasto, wake up... Mr. Director, wake up..."
"What are you doing?" Someone couldn't help asking in a low voice, for fear of being heard by Kawei.
"I am not sure as well."
"That's weird. Are you looking at your eyes?"
"Isn't he a professional surgeon? Why does he look like he is summoning spirits..."
Someone said something, and the atmosphere in the whole room became strange. Kawei's actions with a candle in one hand and calling people with the other are indeed very similar to the medium in a séance: "Hey, Mr. Sebasto, wake up...Miss Sarana wants to invite you to dance!"
The repeated calls and Sarana's name did stimulate the police chief, but only a little. He made two hums in his mouth and soon returned to a comatose state.
Kawei's face was solemn, and Shebasto's boy was not optimistic about the light reflection results, and he was guaranteed to be moderately alcoholic. As for the smash just now, whether there is any damage to the brain needs to be further investigated.
He called Sebasto twice more, but received no response. Looking at the wound on the scalp on the back of his head, there was no sign of stopping the bleeding: "The skull is not fractured, the bleeding is still a bit serious. It should be a blood vessel under the scalp. It needs to be done as soon as possible." Stitch.”
"I'll go to the kitchen and see if there's any needlework."
The waiter stood up and was about to leave the room, but was immediately stopped by Kawei: "No, the needle and thread do not meet the suture standards. Low-quality silk thread can easily cut the skin and cause a lot of irritation to the skin, which will affect wound healing."
The words are true, but when he first arrived in Vienna, Kawei even used straight needles and horsehair thread. In fact, the impact was not as great as he said.
The silk thread or even fishing line in the kitchen either cannot be used, or it is more troublesome to use, and it will be ugly when suturing, but the hemostatic effect is still there. The real reason that made him decide to send the person to the hospital was actually the fear of severe craniocerebral injury that would occur later.
People in the 19th century didn't even know what the brain was for. They thought that as long as the bleeding stopped, it was difficult to understand the damage caused to the brain by impact.
"So that's it...then what should we do now?"
"The Cathedral Hospital is not too far from here. Let's call a carriage there." Kawei said. "It's best to inform his family. Mr. Sebasto may have to stay in the hospital for one night."
...
At ten o'clock in the evening, Kawei accompanied the casino attendants and guards to send Sebasto to the Cathedral Hospital.
Just like the original Municipal General Hospital, there is no standardized duty system here. The only people on duty in the surgical ward are two nurses without treatment rights.
However, they have received a Nightingale-like education and have already developed the prototype of modern nurses. They have high professionalism and react immediately when they see someone with blood on their face.
"Same as you did there, turn his face sideways, hold down his hands and feet, don't let him move." Kawei directly found a bed in the ward, closed the curtain and sutured Shebasto. "The bleeding is still serious, and compression can only temporarily stop the bleeding... Move the oil lamp closer."
The nurse took another half step forward as instructed, her arms trembling from lifting objects for a long time.
The assistant is usually responsible for the usual light source. While helping the surgeon find the angle, he will also have a better understanding of the anatomical structure of the surgical area. Nurses are mainly responsible for preparing and delivering equipment, and they will definitely not be able to adapt to temporary lighting.
Scalp suturing already takes time, and the office does not have a huge chandelier like a surgical theater, so it will definitely take more time to process.
"Where is the nurse?" Kawei asked, "Let her take over. You guys can take turns."
"In the anatomy room."
Kawei was puzzled: "What are you doing in the anatomy room?"
"The surgery in the afternoon failed. The patient's rectum has been leaking blood. Even after stuffing a lot of gauze, it still doesn't work." As the nurse spoke, she lowered the lamp in her hand. "Professor Sedieu said it was an intestinal fistula. , are dissecting the corpse, performing repeated intestinal anastomoses, and preparing to perform a second operation on him."
Kavey had heard before that the surgery had failed.
In his eyes, Sediyo's intestinal suturing skills were not high, and the means of hedging risks during the operation were extremely limited or even non-existent, so failure was inevitable. From a doctor's professional perspective, Kawi should have given a helping hand and taken over the operation to remove the tumor. Even if the postoperative effect is not good, intestinal fistula will not occur with his technique.
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But unfortunately, his medical principles did not allow him to do this.
The patient was not his own, the operation was complicated, and his philosophy conflicted with Sedieu's, so Kawi really didn't want to care about it. The original plan was to rest peacefully for half a day, try to avoid the topic of rectal cancer, and just go directly to the main hospital when the surgery time comes tomorrow afternoon.
Now it seems that the police chief has messed up everything.
You've already come here, should you go to the anatomy room to meet the surgical professor?
Logically speaking, he was a guest. He came to the Diocesan Hospital late at night. Knowing that Sediyo had just completed a major operation and was in the autopsy room, it always felt rude not to say hello.
But the crux of the matter is that Sediyo's operation failed, and it failed after Kawi reminded him. What should he say when he went to the anatomy room specially at this time?
After thinking about it carefully, Kawei wanted to end the sutures as soon as possible, leave the hospital as soon as possible, and pretend that nothing happened.
Only later did he realize that it was not him who had the final say on the development of things, but the fat director in front of him.
With two blood vessels and a rupture of less than 5cm, even if the conditions are difficult, it is still not even a piece of cake.
The bleeding stopped quickly, the heart rate was normal, and the anastomotic wounds were closing properly. Everything seemed to be going in the right direction. But when Kavi put down the tools in his hands, washed his hands and came back to re-examine Shebasto's penis, things started to go wrong.
At first, Shebastow just had typical alcoholism, with shrinkage of the pores on both sides and slow reflection of light.
After a bumpy ride and the continued absorption of alcohol in his stomach, Shebasto's alcohol poisoning must have become more serious. Central inhibition will cause the pores to further shrink and change into a pinpoint-like shape, and the light reflection will still be slow, but Shebasto's pores have returned to normal size.
The degree of poisoning has become smaller?
This was obviously impossible. Shebasto was still asleep. Although he responded to someone's call, he only responded twice and could not reply at all.
Of course, the specificity of changes in the pores is extremely limited. Alcoholism also undergoes a change process in the body. The pores will switch back and forth in size as the central nervous system is excited and inhibited. Logically speaking, Tong Kong could become anything he wanted at this time.
But Kawei didn't dare to gamble.
He used the candle to illuminate Shebasto's eyes again, spent more time looking at the changes in the hole, and finally saw the difference in size between the left and right sides.
The size of the holes is not equal...
This is the last thing he wants to see: "Come on, take off his shoes quickly."
The nurse had been confused enough by repeatedly shining the candle on her eyes, but now she had to take off her shoes, which made the nurse couldn't help but think carefully about whether Kavi's words were a normal order.
However, the matter was far more urgent than the nurse imagined. Kawei couldn't wait to bend down and began to pull off Shebasto's boots: "What are you waiting for? Take them off quickly!"
