Make France Great Again

Seeing that the patient's family did not follow his "suggestions", the doctor silently muttered in his heart: Another guy who is not afraid of death!

"Ms. Howard, please move your body a little! I'm going to start treatment!" The doctor tried to lower his voice so that his voice was not so rude.

Jerome raised his head and noticed the doctor behind Miss Howard. The white doctor's coat had a chubby face, and his whiskers and eagle eyes didn't look like a man walking in a wealthy area. A well-mannered gentleman, rather like a butcher from the slums of London, especially with what looks 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.

Are 19th-century doctors really not butchers reincarnated?

"Sir, please don't look at me like this!" The fat doctor said to Jerome angrily.

"This is Dr. James!" Miss Howard hurriedly explained to Jerome: "He is the most famous doctor in the whole of London!"

"One!" Dr. Fat... No, it should be Dr. James who "corrected" Miss Howard's "mistake", with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, and said "humbly": "I am also an academician of the Royal Society of British Medicine. Invited by Prince Albert to treat the British Royal Family!"

Jerome's expression changed slightly. He didn't expect his cousin to hook up with the British royal family in just one year.

The royal doctors who treated the British royal family were all guys with eyes above their heads, and the Bonaparte family was just a poor aristocrat with a better name, and its actual assets were not as good as some emerging bankers.

Could it be that his cousin really received Albert's gold pounds as rumored in his previous life?

Right now is not the time to ask his cousin if he has hooked up with Queen Victoria. Jerome only hopes that his cousin can escape the disaster safely. The wealth and hope of the Bonaparte family are all pinned on his cousin.

"Doctor, I..." Jerome was about to say something, when Doctor James shook his head and motioned Jerome to speak with his eyes.

Jerome slowly let go of Louis Bonaparte, who was losing weight due to illness, and followed Doctor James out to speak.

Only Miss Howard and Louis Bonaparte were left with tears in the room.

In the corridor, Dr. James lowered his eyebrows and said in a dignified voice, "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, cousin, he is really helpless!"

Dr. James spread his hands and said, "I have extended the patient's life as much as possible!"

Then, he sighed again and said, "It's too late for you to find out! If it had been earlier, I'm afraid there would have been rescue! Britain has not had cholera for more than ten years, and the last cholera was in 1832! More than ten years. enough time for us to relax!"

In the 19th century, cholera virus was often confused with enteritis, and many doctors treated cholera as enteritis, so that they missed the best life-saving cycle.

"Cousin, how long can you last!" Jerome asked Dr. James.

Even though there were 10,000 reasons in his heart not to believe that his cousin would jump on the street so quickly, Jerome had to accept the fact that his own little butterfly flapped his wings and caused his cousin's death.

"It may only be three or five days, or maybe a month. The patient's consciousness is getting more and more blurred, and the sweat discharge is getting worse! The head is also hot!" Dr. James replied without any fluctuations in his tone: "The enema can no longer start Any effect, although willow juice can suppress the patient's fever, but this situation may not last for long, that kind of thing is not good for the stomach..." [Note 1]

Willow sap? aspirin?

Jerome's expression was surprised at first, then relieved.

Since ancient times, Eastern and Western medicine have used willow bark to boil water to suppress fever.

Although they learned that willow bark contains salicylic acid a few years later, it does not hinder their pragmatism.

If the fever and dehydration can be suppressed, will the cousin's illness last for a while?

"The patient sweats too much, and the electrolytes in the body must be out of balance!" Jerome muttered to himself, recalling what he had learned in high school.

"Can Dr. James use the intravenous method to inject saline into the patient's body to replenish the actual fluid in the body!" Jerome asked Dr. James.

"Intravenous injection?" Dr. James shook his head and said, "This risk is too great. The last time someone had thought of this method for cholera, but only 8 of the 25 cases were cured!"

"There's no other way right now, is there?" Jerome said helplessly: "Instead of holding on to the shortcomings, it's better to try a new method! No matter how bad it is, there's nowhere to go!"

"That's right! It can't be any worse!" Dr. James said, looking up and down Jerome as if he had seen something rare: "Where did you know about the intravenous infusion method? This method Only a few in the medical community know!"

If you lived in two hundred years, you would know it!

Jerome responded vaguely: "I only learned about it by visiting the French Academy of Sciences by chance!"

"French Academy of Sciences!" Dr. James showed a fascinated expression.

If the British Royal College of Medicine is the hall of glory for doctors in the UK, the French Academy of Sciences is the hall of glory for the whole of Europe.

Countless ideas burst out from the French Academy of Sciences, and countless ideas came from the French Academy of Sciences. What is even more commendable is that the French Academy of Sciences has always been adhering to an inclusive attitude towards everyone. (Everyone here means Europeans and a few Russians!)

The French Academy of Sciences, which is more equal and tolerant than the Ansa.

"Apart from your daily riots in France, you are not without merits!" Dr. James said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"If everyone is satisfied with life, who wants to be a thug!" Jerome shrugged and replied, "I'm a little envious of Britannia!"

"What do you envy Britain for?" Dr. James asked curiously.

As a gentleman, he also has a patriotism.

"I envy you Ansarians for being obedient!" Jerome said angrily: "If we were in France, London would have no idea how many revolutions there have been!"

PS: 1. Enema was the most popular method of treating cholera in the 19th century.