Four days later, at eight o'clock John got out of bed.

Today was the day he went to see Liszt, of course, he couldn't lie in bed like the other day, washed up early, equipped himself with the best clothes at the moment, and John couldn't wait to call Hans out.

The Royal College Hospital in London was not close to the hotel, and it took a full hour for the carriage to arrive.

"Mr. Elber, you don't have to go in."

After getting out of the carriage, John smiled and said to the butler: "I am very interested in this Professor Liszt, I will finish the whole process, you can go to the neighborhood first, there is no need to accompany me." ”

"This ......"

Hearing John say this, Hanston hesitated. To be honest, he was indeed a little excited, after all, it was a little too difficult for him to watch a bloody operation, but it was a little uneasy to let the young master stay here by himself, so he was a little entangled for a while.

Seeing Hans's expression, John knew that he was a little moved, and hurriedly hit the railroad while it was hot: "Mr. Elber, I'm not a child anymore, what will go wrong in this kind of place, don't worry...... Come and pick me up at 12 o'clock in the afternoon! ”

"All right, sir."

After a moment's hesitation, Hans nodded and agreed.

When Hans had left in the carriage for the rest of the day, John was secretly relieved and a smile appeared on his face. Since he is here today, if it is possible, he naturally hopes to meet and chat with his idol, so it will be very inconvenient if Hans is around.

John, who was relaxed in his heart, walked into the hospital quickly, asked someone first, and then found today's destination on the second floor of the hospital.

"Hmm...... 1o minutes to go. ”

Taking out his pocket watch and looking at the time, John calmed his mind before reaching out to push the red door in front of him.

"Squeak!"

The door opened, and a loud noise reached John's ears.

"Uh...... What's going on?! ”

Looking at the qiē in front of him, John was dumbfounded!

Behind the door, there is a lecture hall-like room in a university, with seven or eight rows of benches at the back, and an oval open space in front of it, with a tall single bed in the middle. And right before John's eyes, the benches were crowded with people of all sorts, who were talking or whispering, making the whole hall as lively as a vegetable market on the street!

"Did I run to the wrong room?"

Subconsciously, John thought he had found the wrong place, and quickly turned around and went out to look at the room number.

"This should be the place!"

Scratching his head, John checked the note in his hand, looked left and right in his doubts, and soon saw a small notice at the door: "Ten o'clock in the morning, Professor Joseph Liszt." ”

After reading the contents of the notice clearly, John's eyes almost popped out!

It turned out to be really here!

Without hesitation, John re-entered the room, and John stood in the doorway and looked again and again, still a little unconvinced that he had really found the right room, because he really couldn't see what part of this auditorium-like room looked like an operating room! The only thing in the room that can be related to the operation is the bed at the front, but what about so many onlookers in the back?

That's what public presentation means?

Swallowing hard, John's heart suddenly roared like thousands of horses. Even though he knew that the surgery of this era would be very rudimentary in the eyes of a true connoisseur like him, because of Liszt's prestige, he still thought that it would be a demonstration in a decent operating room, but he didn't expect it to be like this!

"The surgical patients of this era are really miserable!"

I don't know how many times, John once again observed a minute of silence in his heart for the patients of this era. The same is true for great surgeons like Liszt when they operate, and the situation of others can be imagined......

In John's thoughts, ten minutes passed quickly.

It was just ten o'clock when a small door was opened on the left side of the front, and seven or eight people swarmed in, making the whole room quiet quickly.

Liszt has arrived!

Awakened by the silence from his musings, John's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up his mind to observe the people who had entered. One of them had a sallow face and a staggering gait, and at a glance he knew that it was a patient who should be lying in bed today, and the others were all dressed in suits

"Distinguished gentlemen."

A moment later, a well-dressed gentleman stood in front of the stage and said loudly, "Welcome to the ...... of Professor Liszt's operation."

When he heard this, John didn't care about the man's words, because he already knew which one was Liszt.

In the center, the one standing at the front!

He is about 50 years old, and his body looks strong, with a long hair hanging down to his ears, neatly attached to his scalp, and a beard common to British people on his chin, which looks intellectual and majestic. But what impressed John the most was Liszt's eyes, quiet, peaceful, and indifferent, just like the countless elders John had seen who had experienced the wind and rain.

"Hoo ......"

With a long exhale, John's heart beat slightly faster.

Like a starchaser meeting his idol, John's mood was a little excited and excited, after all, for a former surgeon, Liszt was an ancient giant god in the field of surgery, and his status in his mind was much higher than that of celebrities such as Edison.

Soon, it was Liszt's turn.

In essence, it may be just an ordinary operation, but it is also a position for Liszt to promote his theory of sterilization to the public and doctors. At this time, Liszt's theory of disinfection had not yet been widely accepted by the medical community, and there were many supporters and even more opponents, so every once in a while he would perform such a public operation, and at the same time give short speeches to promote his theory. After all, in this era when the theoretical system is not perfect and there is a lack of evidence, it is not only difficult to convince others, but also takes a long time, and we must persevere.

"Good morning, distinguished gentlemen."

Under the gaze of many burning eyes, Joseph Liszt bowed slightly, and said calmly: "First, before the operation begins, allow me to read a last word written by a surgeon, which reads: Looking back, I can only hope that one day I will finally get rid of this puerperal fever infection, and use this to dispel the sorrow on my body." But God does not fulfill people's wishes, I cannot witness this happy moment with my own eyes, so let the belief that this day will come sooner or later as my dying comfort! ……”

"Ignaz Semelwes."

John had just finished listening to a passage when he whispered out a man's name.

John had heard this sentence in his previous life, and had studied the deeds of this Semmelwes out of curiosity, this tragic pioneer of sterile theory had lived a life of great aggrieval, not only insisted on the theory for more than ten years was not recognized by the medical community, but also was frequently besieged and abused by others, and finally died of depression in despair. Hearing this familiar phrase, John quickly understood what Liszt meant.

"These are the last words of a great Hungarian doctor, and at the same time a belief that I now stand for!"

After reading that passage, Lissell said: "In France, the venerable Monsieur Pasteur had a great manifestation more than ten years ago, that is, in our world there is a very small creature capable of causing our wounds to suppurate......"

"You're a liar, full of nonsense!"

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from the steps, which interrupted Liszt's words very rudely.

There was a slight commotion all around, and John couldn't help frowning, and looked disapprenantly at the old white man who was shouting.

However, Liszt was unmoved, as if he had become accustomed to this kind of thing, just glanced at the other party lightly and continued: "Just five years ago, when I first returned to London, I was besieged by a group of nuns, because they believed that human life and death are controlled by God, and the disinfection I preached was actually against God's will, a deviant demon!" What I want to say here is that if this gentleman thinks the same as the nuns, then I don't think we have any common language, but if you are different from the nuns, why can't you listen to my explanation and see what kind of evidence I have? ”

The old white man who had just shouted did not answer, and fell silent.

While John secretly breathed a sigh of relief, Liszt smiled slightly and continued: "With the support of Mr. Pasteur's theory, I, like the venerable Mr. Semelwes, have devised a set of sterilization methods to be used in surgery, and you can see the ...... very clearly later."

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Sorry, it's late in today's update. There are a lot of things to do in the past two days, and it is a little difficult to ensure timely updates without saving manuscripts, so it should be fine the day after tomorrow.

Also, there is only one chapter today, so I really don't have the spirit to write it again, sorry.

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