Seeing that the patient's family members did not follow his "suggestions", the doctor muttered silently in his heart: Another guy who is not afraid of death!
"Ms. Howard, please move a little! I'm going to start treatment!" The doctor tried to lower his voice so that he didn't sound so rude.
Jérôme then raised his head and noticed the doctor behind Miss Howard. He had a plump face in a white doctor's coat. His beard and falcon eyes did not look like a doctor walking in a wealthy area. The polite gentleman looked like a butcher who came out of the slums of London, especially when he was holding something like a hammer in his hand.
Jerome looked up and down at the fat doctor in front of him, with a hint of distrust in his eyes.
Were 19th-century doctors really not reincarnations of butchers?
"Sir, please don't look at me like that!" the fat doctor said angrily to Jérôme.
"This is Dr. James!" Miss Howard quickly explained to Jerome: "He is the most famous doctor in the entire London area!"
"One!" The fat doctor... no, it should be Dr. James who "corrected" Miss Howard's "mistake". With a pleasant smile on his lips, he said "humbly": "I am also an academician of the Royal Society of Medicine. I was once invited by Prince Albert to treat the British Royal Family!”
Jerome's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect that his cousin would fall in love with the British royal family in just one year.
The royal doctors who treat the British royal family are all high-minded guys, and the Bonaparte family is just a down-and-out aristocrat with a nicer name, and their actual assets are not as good as some emerging bankers.
Could it be that his cousin really accepted Albert’s gold pound as rumored in his previous life?
Now is not the time to ask whether his cousin has hooked up with Queen Victoria. Jérôme just hopes that his cousin can escape safely. The wealth and hope of the Bonaparte family are pinned on his cousin.
"Doctor, I..." Jerome was about to say something, but Dr. James shook his head and motioned with his eyes for Jerome to go out and speak.
Jérôme slowly let go of Louis Bonaparte, who was losing weight due to the illness, and followed Dr. James out to talk.
Only the tearful Miss Howard and Louis Bonaparte were left in the room.
In the corridor, Dr. James lowered his eyebrows and whispered solemnly: "You came just in time! If you come back later, I'm afraid you won't be able to see the patient!"
"Huh?" Jerome showed a melancholy expression and asked in a low voice: "Doctor, my cousin is really hopeless!"
Dr. James spread his hands and said, "I have tried to extend the patient's life as much as possible!"
Then, he sighed again and said: "You discovered it too late! If it had been earlier, I'm afraid there could have been saved! There has been no cholera in Britain for more than ten years, and the last cholera was in 1832! It's been more than ten years! It’s enough time for us to relax!”
In the 19th century, cholera virus was often confused with enteritis, and many doctors treated cholera as enteritis, thus missing the best life-saving cycle.
"Cousin, how long can I last?" Jerome asked Dr. James.
Even though there were ten thousand reasons in his heart to not believe that his cousin would rush to the street so quickly, Jérôme had to accept the reality that his own little butterfly was flapping its wings and causing his cousin's death.
"It may only be three to five days, or it may be a month. The patient's consciousness is getting more and more blurred, and the sweat discharge is getting more and more serious! The head is also hot!" Dr. James replied without any fluctuation in his tone: "The enema can no longer be used. Regardless of the effect, although willow leaf juice can suppress the patient's fever, this situation may not last long. That kind of thing is not good for the stomach..." [Note 1]
Willow sap? aspirin?
Jerome's expression was surprised at first, and then relieved.
From ancient times to the present, Eastern and Western medicine have used willow bark to boil water to suppress fever.
Although it took several years for them to learn that willow bark contained salicylic acid, this did not hinder their pragmatism.
If the fever and dehydration can be suppressed, will my cousin's illness last for a while?
"The patient sweats too much, and the electrolytes in the body must be out of balance!" Jérôme muttered to himself as he carefully recalled what he had learned in high school.
"Can Dr. James use intravenous injection to inject saline into the patient's body to replenish the body's actual fluids!" Jérôme asked Dr. James.
"Intravenous injection?" Dr. James shook his head and said, "This risk is too great. Someone thought of this method last time for cholera, but only 8 of 25 cases were cured!"
"There is no other way now, is there?" Jérôme said helplessly: "Instead of being stubborn, it's better to try a new method! No matter how bad it is, you won't be able to find anything!"
"You're right! It couldn't be any worse!" Dr. James looked up and down at Jérôme as if he was seeing something rare and said: "Where did you know about the intravenous infusion method? This method Only a few in the medical community know!”
If you lived two hundred years from now, you would know it too!
Jérôme responded vaguely: "I only learned about it when I accidentally visited the French Academy of Sciences!"
"The French Academy of Sciences!" Dr. James showed a fascinated expression.
If the Royal College of Physicians of Britain is the hall of glory of doctors throughout Britain, the French Academy of Sciences is the hall of glory of the whole of Europe.
Countless ideas have burst out from the French Academy of Sciences, and countless creative ideas have come from the French Academy of Sciences. What is even more valuable is that the French Academy of Sciences has always upheld an inclusive attitude towards everyone. (Everyone here means Europeans and a few Russians!)
A French Academy of Sciences that is more equal and inclusive than the Onsan people.
"Besides your daily riots, France is not without its advantages!" Dr. James said half-jokingly and half-seriously.
"If everyone is satisfied with life, who would want to be a thug!" Jerome shrugged and responded: "I am a little envious of Britain!"
"Why do you envy Britain?" Dr. James asked curiously.
As a gentleman, he also has a patriotic heart.
"I envy you Ansa people for being able to accept the changes!" Jérôme said angrily: "If we were in France, there would be countless revolutions in London!"
PS: 1. Enema was the most popular method to treat cholera in the 19th century.
