Chapter 23 The World's Earliest Laboratory
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āā¦ā¦ I have to say, this is a wonderful invention! ā
After operating the blood pressure monitor himself several times, Bergman couldn't help but let out an exclamation of his own. With such a quick and easy operation and such accurate results, Bergman could almost immediately see the great value of John's design for this blood pressure monitor!
After a moment's hesitation, Bergman looked up and asked, "John, is there any extra such blood pressure monitor?" ā
"Not yet."
Shrugging his shoulders, John smiled and said, "But I have authorized a factory to produce it, and it should be ready for production in a month or two at most, and I will give you one when the time comes!" ā
"No, no, I'd better buy one myself."
Looking at John with a complicated expression, Bergman shook his head.
In the past six months, Bergman has become more and more unable to understand the young American in front of him. Not to mention having published so many papers in one go, he has also invented two epoch-making local anesthetics before, designed a set of surgical instruments that are almost perfect in his opinion, and now he has come up with such an ingenious blood pressure monitor......
How much does he really know?
Just when Bergman was in a daze, John suddenly remembered something and said with a smile: "Professor, I have an idea recently, I wonder if we can still vacate an empty room?" It doesn't have to be too big, just the smallest one! ā
"Huh? What are you doing? ā
Hearing that John wanted to empty the room, Bergman's brow furrowed.
If you add John's office, Bergman has already given him four rooms, isn't this kid satisfied? You know, he hasn't even had a single operation now!
Not noticing the change in Bergman's expression, John smiled and said, "I don't know if you remember." I have said that most patients with acute abdomen will have changes in their blood count, for example, if there is inflammation of the appendix, most people will have an increase in white blood cells......"
"Well, I do remember that...... Uh, you're trying to test this in the hospital? ā
After a moment's recollection, Bergman nodded. It immediately dawned on me. Bergman had few doubts about John's research in the field of blood, after all, the study of human blood was the first to be the best, and he as a professor of surgery had no reason or qualification to doubt the views of a blood expert.
Nodding, John said, "Yes sir, I plan to build a small real yĆ n room here to detect changes in the blood of surgical patients!" ā
"This ...... Is it necessary? ā
Bergman's brow widened, but he asked with some confusion.
"I think it's necessary!"
Touching his bare chin, John smiled slightly, "Professor." You should also understand that with the breakthrough of Professor Koch's achievements in the field of bacteriology, and of course, the gradual improvement of our surgical disinfection theory, the detection of bacteria, blood, and even the detection of various chemicals in human body fluids will be one of the important tasks of physicians in the future...... If you agree. I will personally donate two microscopes and fund the purchase of a set of corresponding chemical instruments! ā
It's time for Mr. Miller to check on today. John originally wanted to check the white blood cells, but unfortunately he couldn't find a microscope in the whole hospital, and if he wanted to do it, he had to go to the University of Berlin, which made him a little helpless.
"Huh?"
John said it lightly, but Bergman was stunned when he heard him.
Two microscopes and a set of chemical instruments?
As a professor of surgery at the University of Berlin, Bergmann knew all too well how much these things were worth. I didn't expect John, in addition to buying a microscope for himself, to prepare such valuable equipment with his mouth open?
After seeing Bergman's expression, John immediately understood that his words were a bit too much, and quickly explained with a smile: "Professor Bergman, I have licensed the patent for that set of surgical instruments and blood pressure monitors. So I made some money, and they were willing to give me these things for me to study...... Anyway, I already have one, and it's useless to keep more than that, so let's just build a real yĆ n room for us. ā
"That's right."
Giving John a suspicious look, Bergman shook his head after thinking about it for a moment and said, "But even if there is a place and equipment, but the staff's words...... We don't have any plans on hiring a professional. ā
"That's no problem, a few of us can do it first!"
John blinked and said with a smile.
Although professional inspectors will definitely appear in the future, and John has equipped his hospital with a "luxurious" laboratory and reserved enough places, it is better not to be so arrogant now. If you are a laboratory doctor, John himself must be qualified, and even if Thomas does not have this ability, a little training is enough, anyway, the current laboratory department can't find anything complicated.
"That's fine! I'll let them get another room out at once! ā
Since John said so, Professor Bergman naturally had no reason to refuse, and readily agreed.
"Then I'll go back...... Well, let them send something tomorrow. ā
Hehe smiled, and John immediately decided the matter.
In the past two years, John has taken a look and found that there is no laboratory in hospitals all over the world. Little did he know, of course, that the next year, 1886, the first humble real yĆ n room would appear in a German hospital. But since this is the case, John naturally wants to take the first place very unceremoniously. Compared to being able to add such a stroke to one's own "history", two microscopes are not worth mentioning at all......
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"Please come in!"
The next morning, just as John had just returned to his office from a minor surgery to write something, there was a knock on the office door.
It was Robert who pushed open the door, and John was stunned when he saw him: "Robert, why are you here?" What about the guests? ā
Today is the day of the arrival of the guests from London. Robert, on the other hand, was given a day off to receive them, so it was so strange to see him. Because according to the arrangement, he should take the guests to the hotel first, and then everyone will have dinner together in the evening.
Robert walked into the room briskly and said with a wry smile, "I'm sorry John, but the guests are very eager to meet you. So I refused the arrangement to go to the hotel first......"
Three people came in after Robert, one in his twenties and two in his thirties.
John's heart moved, and a warm smile immediately appeared on his face, and he stood up and said aloud, "Good morning, gentlemen! I'm John Huntelaar and welcome to the Department of Surgery at Charlotte Hospital! ā
"You, you're Mr. Huntelaar?"
Everyone was obviously shocked the moment they saw John, and the young man in his twenties was even more stunned when he looked at John!
All the people have always been in correspondence. I had never met, and no one would have thought that Mr. Huntelaar, who could write those papers, would be such a young surgeon!
"Yes, I'm John Huntelaar!"
John smiled, nodding his head and holding out his right hand.
After a brief look at each other, the youngest one was the first to stretch out his right hand, shake John hard, and exclaimed, "Hello Mr. Huntelaar, I'm Edward Prince of The Lancet, and it's an honor to meet you!" ā
Edward Prince?
Look at this young white man in front of him. John's heart moved, and the force in his hand instantly increased. At the time of the first submission to The Lancet. John still had a good impression of Mr. Graham, because he gave him high praise and support for the blood group theory, but when John sent the second paper to him, the first thing he received was a reply from Edward Prince.
With a little thought, John roughly guessed something.
So he did not hesitate to abandon Mr. Graham in favor of Edward Prince. Even if the other party clearly stated in the letter that he was a novice and had just graduated from the University of Edinburgh. Anyway, for John, what he needs is not an experienced senior editor, but an editor who can communicate smoothly with him and trust himself. Whoever it is!
After feeling John's enthusiasm, Edward's eyes also flashed with excitement.
But this was not the time for the two to talk alone, and after John let go of his right hand, another white man in his thirties reached over: "I'm Chuck Dale of the Royal College Hospital in London, and it's an honor to meet you, Mr. Huntelaar." ā
"I'm George Owens at the Royal College Hospital, London......"
The two surgeons sent by Liszt were in their thirties, in the best period of a surgeon, and it seemed that they should be the elite generals of surgery at the Royal College Hospital in London.
"Allow me to welcome you once again!"
After letting go of George Owens' right hand, he bowed slightly, and John smiled and said, "But gentlemen, although I would like to be able to talk to you all right away, after all, it is time for work, so it is better for you to follow Robert to the hotel first......"
"Gotcha! Get! ā
At this moment, there was another knock on the door.
John hurriedly turned his head to see that Thomas was standing at the door with an excited face, and even said loudly despite the presence of guests in the house: "John, the Millers are here!" ā
"Are they really coming?"
After hearing the news, John's heart was overjoyed, and a stone that had been pressed on his heart since yesterday was finally completely removed...... (My novel "Doctor 1879" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will also be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!) Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner to "add friends", search for the official account "qdread" and follow, hurry up! (To be continued......)