Of course, it doesn't matter what the preface says, the most important thing is whether the paper that follows deserves such praise. So a large group of followers couldn't wait to open the following content.

In the following paper, the author first thanked his mentor Mr. Joseph Bonaparte for his ideas and guidance, then on how to identify different bacteria by staining technology, then the analysis and classification of samples obtained from wounds, blood, saliva, feces and other places of different patients, then various animal experiments on animals, and then a summary and outlook of all the above. As for the last, of course, the name of the first author, Carol Ohaf, followed by the names of the corresponding authors, including Joseph Bonaparte, and Antoine Lavoisier.

The structure of the paper is not complicated, but the content is extraordinarily rich. If the British were to verify the contents of this paper one by one, it would probably take a lot of time. But by the time such a paper was seen, the people of the "Union of the Press of England", and even the members of the British Medical Association, who were even more opposed to the French claims, had already realized that verification would never bring them a result that met their expectations.

In fact, at the time of the speculative article in The Lancet sent by "Master Chris", Dean James had already believed in this inference seven or eight times. The main reason why he had previously vehemently opposed this view was not because he did not believe it, but because it threatened the interests of the doctors' union.

If they admit this view, it means that they are acknowledging that their hospitals, they, the doctors, are responsible for the deaths of patients who die in hospitals. Although this responsibility does not refer to legal responsibility, it is unlikely that anyone would send them to prison or sentence them to pay compensation to the family of the deceased for this. But mere moral responsibility can discredit them.

Moreover, this loss is not simply a matter of "moral responsibility". Acknowledging the ideas in The Lancet means acknowledging that British medicine is far behind the European continent, and this is not just a matter of face, but also a direct question of money.

Not to mention anything else, the various certifications of the British Medical Association will immediately become worthless, at least compared with the French certification, it will immediately become worthless.

In the past, when the rich were sick, they would not go to the hospital, but they would also invite doctors to their homes to treat the patients. But if they admit the speculation in The Lancet and improve the hospital accordingly, and thus get better treatment results. So what will those rich people think?

Don't they feel that Britain is already far behind France in medicine? When they get sick and ask a doctor to visit them, won't they give priority to French doctors, then doctors from the European continent, then British doctors who have studied in France, and finally to British doctors who were born and bred? And there is no doubt that the cost of visiting the clinic will definitely be in this order. Doesn't this make the dignified English doctor directly turn into a gypsy witch doctor?

How can such a thing be tolerated? If that were the case, who would want to pay for an accreditation from the Institute of Doctors in England? So even if you let those poor ghosts in the hospital die, you must not let this happen!

Therefore, Dean James immediately informed the English Medical Association of the matter, and suggested that the Society immediately meet to discuss countermeasures. At this meeting, it was unanimously agreed that this speculation in the Lancet was a baseless heresy, and that any doctor who dared to follow the advice of the above should be disqualified from practising medicine.

Now, however, all these efforts, all the resistance, in front of this paper, are crushed like a shell in front of the wheels of a carriage.

The Doctors of England were not worried about the reaction of the poor, most of whom did not know how to read and did not have time to think about them. Besides, they're all stupid, and it's not hard to fool them. But, but the rich are different. They are very concerned about their health, they are willing to spend money on it, and more importantly, they have enough knowledge and brains to understand this paper and make judgments and choices that are truly in their interests. And how will they choose, does that need to be asked?

So when Dr. James saw the paper in The Lancet, he felt chills all over his body, his feet were weak, and he could barely stand. He slowly moved to the edge of his chair and sat down cautiously, as if he was afraid that he would break something if he moved too much.

Sitting in the chair, Dr. James tightened his coat again, and then, with a fluke mentality, read the paper carefully, but his heart was so flustered that his eyes were blurred, and the words in the magazine could not be read clearly. ”

Dr. James exclaimed and threw The Lancet on the floor with a thud, causing his assistant Ames to hurry up from downstairs.

"Dr. James, what's wrong with you?" Ames's voice was alarmed.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing......" Dr. James tried to stand up, but he didn't have any strength in his legs, "I'm a little tired...... You help me pick up the books that fell on the floor......"

Ames saw that Dr. James was pale, as if he was sick. He hurried to pick up the Lancet.

"Don't look...... Give it to me directly. Dr. James said.

Ames hastened to put the book on Dr. James's desk.

"Doctor James, I don't see your face right, are you sick, do you want me to call a doctor for you?" Ames asked cautiously.

"No, Ames. I'm a doctor myself, and I know, well, you can go and pour me a glass of water. ”

Ames went and poured a glass of water and handed it to James. James took the water and drank it in one gulp. A full cup of hot water finally warmed him up a little.

"Ames, I need a little rest here." Dr. James said.

"Alright, Dr. James, I'm out there, you can call me if you have something." Ames said.

Dr. James watched his assistant withdraw from the study and carefully close the door, and could not help but think, "If he knew that it would not be long before my identity as a doctor and as a member of the Council of Physicians of England was worthless, would he still do this to me?" ”

Ames went out. Dr. James rested for a moment, then struggled to his feet. He knew it was a critical time, and they had to act now, or it would be all over.

He had just stood up when he heard a soft knock on the door.

"What's the matter?"

"Dr. James, President Edward has asked you to come to the guild for an emergency meeting immediately." Ames' voice came from outside the door.

"Okay, I'll do it." James hurriedly said.

When James arrived at the guild headquarters, he found that most of the directors had already arrived. Each of them turned pale, gritting their teeth and whispering something, their eyes full of fear and hatred.

In a few moments, all the directors arrived. This is not a common occurrence, and in general, at least one-third of the directors will not be present at each meeting unless repeatedly notified in advance, and half of the remaining directors will be at least half an hour late.

"Now that everyone is here, let's see what happens." "Everyone knows the reason for the meeting. The question now is, what do we do now? ”

"I think we need to verify it first and see if there's anything wrong with it......," a voice said hesitantly.

"What do you think?" President Edward asked.

"Validation, of course, is to be verified. But I don't think you should get your hopes up too much. Another trustee said, "I was asked by President Edward to go to France the other day. Surveys were carried out in person in a number of hospitals in France. ”

"How's it going?" Many directors asked.

"Like they say, their hospitals are much cleaner...... What's more, infections and mortality are much lower. So...... Don't get your hopes up when it comes to verification. Nor can the French publish such a thing without verification. ”

"So what do we do?" Someone asked in horror.

"We have to take action and find a way to get the police department to ban The Lancet?"

"What nonsense? The Whigs had to die of laughter. It's too late to ban The Lancet, and doing so will only make it easier for more people to know about it...... That's really ...... It's horrible! ”

One useless guy even just cried.

One person took the lead in crying, and the others immediately couldn't help it, so more people cried too, and the whole conference room was full of crying, as if it was not an ordinary meeting held here, but a farewell ceremony for the participants' own bodies. Even President Edward was so moved by this atmosphere that he almost burst into tears.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen," called President Edward twice, but no one paid attention to him, and everyone hurried to cry twice.

"Smack! Syllable! President Edward had no choice but to pick up his cane and knock it on the table, "Don't cry, don't cry!" Let everyone come to the meeting to find a way to recover the loss as much as possible, not to make everyone cry, to cry back and cry! ”

Gradually, everyone stopped crying.

"President, now it's up to you to make an idea." One of the directors said with tears in his voice.

"Yes, yes, it's up to you to make an idea." More people said.

President Edward sighed and said bitterly, "Alright, gentlemen, now that things have happened, and we have lost, don't dwell too much on what has already failed. Let's first admit defeat and go and surrender to the French, and quickly. Just like in war, the first to surrender is always given some preferential treatment. The French, we should still need our ......"

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