Make France Great Again

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

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

Only then did Jerome raise his head and notice the doctor behind Miss Howard, with a fat face on a white doctor's coat, beard and eagle eyes, he did not look like a doctor walking in a rich area The well-mannered gentleman looks like a butcher from the slums of London, especially with a hammer-like thing in his hand.

Jerome looked up and down the fat doctor in front of him, with a slight hint of distrust in his eyes.

Were 19th-century doctors really not butchers reincarnated?

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

"This is Doctor James!" Miss Howard hurriedly explained to Jerome: "He is the most famous doctor in London!"

"One!" The fat doctor... No, it should be Dr. James who "corrected" Miss Howard's "mistakes", with a pleasant smile on his lips, and said "modestly": "I am also a fellow of the Royal British Medical Association. Once 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 treat the British royal family are all guys with high eyesight, and the Bonaparte family is just a down-and-out aristocrat with a nice name, and their actual assets are not as good as some emerging bankers.

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

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 safely. The wealth and hope of the Bonaparte family are pinned on the cousin.

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

Jerome slowly let go of Louis Bonaparte, who was getting thinner due to the torment of 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 said in a low 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 is really hopeless!"

Dr. James spread his hands and said, "I've tried to extend 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 it could have been saved! There has been no cholera in Britain for more than ten years, and the last time cholera was in 1832! More than ten years The time is enough to make us 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 ten thousand reasons in his heart, Jerome, who didn't believe that his cousin would rush to the street so quickly, had to accept the reality that his own little butterfly flapped its wings and caused the death of his cousin.

"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 worse! The head is also hot!" Dr. James replied without a trace of fluctuation: "The enema can't be done anymore. Regardless of the effect, although the willow leaf juice can suppress the patient's fever, it may not last for a long time, and that kind of thing is not good for the stomach..." [Note 1]

Willow sap? aspirin?

Jerome's expression was surprised at first,

Then became relieved.

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

Although it took them years to learn that willow bark contained salicylic acid, it did not hinder their pragmatism.

If the fever and dehydration can be suppressed, can 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 mumbled to himself, recalling carefully 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 fluids that the body needs!" Jerome 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 the 25 cases were cured!"

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

"That's right! No matter how bad it is!" Dr. James looked up and down Jerome as if seeing something rare and said: "Where did you know about the intravenous infusion method? This method Only a few people in the medical field know!"

If you lived two hundred years later, you would know it too!

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

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

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

Countless thoughts and ideas come from the French Academy of Sciences, and what is even more commendable is that the French Academy of Sciences has always been adhering to an inclusive attitude towards everyone. (Everyone here refers to Europeans and a few Russians!)

The French Academy of Sciences, which is more equal and inclusive than the Angsa.

"In addition to rioting every day, you in France are not without 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?" Doctor James asked curiously.

As a gentleman, he also has a patriotic heart.

"I envy you Ansa people who can bear it!" Jerome said eccentrically: "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.