In the midst of such controversy, subsequent travelogues continued to be published, and this time, the content of the travelogue began to involve the medical system.

In this travelogue, Miss Chrissy begins by praising the Anglican Church for its good deeds in establishing a charitable hospital. It also contrasts this with the performance of the Catholic Church in France before the French Revolution. He also called on the Catholic Church in France, which is now renewing its answer, to learn from the lessons of the past, to learn from the good practices of other churches, including the Anglican Church, and not to repeat the mistakes of being abandoned by God and the French people when they were dedicated to worshipping Mammon. (Mammon was the god of wealth in some primitive religions in the Middle East, and later the Jews reduced this pagan god to the devil after the bloodbath of Canaan.) In the Bible, Jesus said that a servant cannot serve two masters at the same time, and that a person cannot follow God and mammon at the same time. ）

Of course, this paragraph made some Englishmen very happy, but it also made other Englishmen feel very unhappy, especially after seeing that Miss Chrissy took out five hundred pounds in one breath to support the good deeds of the Anglican Church, they all wanted to reach out through the newspaper and take Miss Chrissy's hand to take the money: "Kind and simple Miss Chrissy, how do you know the sinister nature of the human heart, when it comes to worshipping Mammon, they are no worse than the Catholic ones in France back then." But in one thing they surpassed the Catholic side of France at the time, and that was hypocrisy. Give them this money, and not necessarily one of the pounds in it will be used for the poor, and all the rest will be used by them to keep mistresses. It's better to just give me ......."

However, the next part completely changed the mood of these two types of people. Because Miss Chrissy began to describe the incredible squalor of the Englishman's hospital.

"The room was damp and dark, like a grave. Even though it was daytime, it took me a long time to get my eyes used to when I walked into the room. And as soon as my eyes get used to it, my heart can't adapt to it at all.

Where is the ward here, it is simply a garbage dump. The ground was full of sewage, and the gauze stained with blood was thrown on the ground in a mess, and swarms of green-headed flies were nailed to it, and when a nurse walked over from there, there was a buzz, and the green-headed flies flew up, like a cloud of smoke.

In addition to flies, rats can be seen running around. One patient — oh my God, it was horrible, he had a big piece of his lower lip missing, it was said that at night, it was bitten off by a rat — it was horrible.

But that's not the scariest thing. What's even more terrible is that the doctors here have no sense of hygiene, their overalls are covered with blood and other dirt, and the coarse cloth clothes are even shiny like leather.

What would happen if a doctor dared to show up in our French hospitals in such a filthy thing? Well, the last time we were in war with the Austrians, I used to help care for the wounded in our army hospital as a volunteer, along with some other great women. There, don't say that we make ourselves so dirty, even if we don't wash our hands in time, we will be scolded by the doctor to the blood; As for the doctor, if he had forgotten to seriously cook his scalpel with boiling water, then Dean Hammel might have killed him with the scalpel.

So I was careful to ask if there were a lot of infections, fevers, and deaths in the hospital.

In this regard, Mr. Owen, the executive vice president of the hospital, confirmed my suspicions, telling me that most of the patients who are sent to the hospital for emergency treatment have little hope of returning to their homes in good health. Many times, when a patient is admitted to the hospital, the family has already prepared a funeral for him. As for the patients who were operated on in the hospital and saw blood, not necessarily one in ten would survive.

And Vice President Owen also told me that this is the case for all hospitals in the whole of the United Kingdom, and even all hospitals in the whole world, and there will be no exceptions, and the level of British hospitals is already the best in the world.

So I thought back to what I knew about the situation in France, to my service in the hospitals of the Italian Legion, where at least two-thirds of the wounded did not develop serious infections, and more than half of the remaining thirds survived. This is a far cry from what Vice President Owen said.

So I tried to ask, 'Mr. Dean, have you read the article in The Lancet on how to avoid infection?' ’

However, it seems that The Lancet has had a very limited impact in the UK, so Dean Owen told me that he had not read the article on it. So I tried to describe it to him in my own words. However, after all, I didn't study medicine specifically, and I couldn't understand many things. So I decided to have someone buy a copy of The Lancet and send it to Vice Dean Owen in a moment.

As soon as I came out of the Hospital of Grace, I asked Monsieur Pierre to buy me The Lancet for the Vice-President Owen. Mr. Pierre reminded me that I could buy a few more copies, because the situation at the Hospital of Grace may not be unique, and the Lancet obviously did not have the same influence in the medical community in England as it did in France, so most of the doctors and directors of those hospitals had not seen the paper I mentioned.

Monsieur Pierre's concerns proved to be very justified. Over the next few days, I visited several other hospitals in the UK, and found that the situation in each hospital was no different from that of Grace Hospital – including none of them who had seen The Lancet.

After running a lap, I think Dean Owen should have finished reading the paper in The Lancet. One of my scientist elders wrote the foreword to this paper. He said that the paper, while lacking theoretical evidence, was only a reasonable conjecture. However, because of the very good results achieved in practice, although the principle is still not very clear, it is still very valuable for promotion and discussion. I think Vice President Owen should be able to agree with this view and will make some improvements to the hospital based on the above experience.

However, when I came to Ci'en Hospital again, I found that it was exactly the same as it was a few days ago, and there was no change at all. I've always been a man who can't hold my breath, so I went to Vice Dean Owen. Vice-President Owen told me that he had read the article in The Lancet, and that although the preface to it was written by the great Monsieur Lavoisier, the person who wrote it was an unknown person, and that the whole paper was full of conjecture and lacked theoretical evidence, so he did not believe it.

I argued with him for a few words, and then Vice Dean Owen told me that the decision was not in his hands. And in the hands of the dean, Dr. James. Dr. James is a councilor of the British Institute of Doctors. If I want to change the rules in hospitals across the UK, I'd better convince Dr James.

Then I went back to Dr. James. But Dr. James was very stubborn, insisting that the article in The Lancet was unfounded, that the data obtained by our hospital were completely unreliable, and that even the qualifications of Mr. Lavoisier, who had given the paper a high evaluation, were criticized by him. He seems to suspect that we are proposing such 'heresy' in order to discredit the British medical profession......

Anyway, I had a big argument with Dr. James, and he ended up kicking him out. Of course, I have to admit that some of my words may have gone a little too far. But Dr. James was so stubborn that he did not even agree to a controlled experiment on a small scale based on the French experience. I used to be told that the British were very stubborn, but I didn't believe it, but today it seems that this statement may really make sense......"

As soon as this travelogue was published, it sparked controversy far more than any previous travelogue had ever written.

The side that supports Miss Chrissy naturally attacks the Anglican Church and the Doctors' Association in England, only caring about cheating money and not caring about people's lives at all. The opposition to Chrissy attacked Chrissy and The Lancet from all angles.

Some of them accused Chrissy of bragging, a little girl, boasting that she had served in a military hospital, and boasting that she knew Lavoisier—"Will she brag about how often she eats with Napoleon in the next article?" ”

Others satirize "The Lancet" for believing in the witchcraft of barbarians.

Basically, the newspapers of the "Union of the Press of England" were on the side of opposing Chrissy and defending the "dignity of medicine" in Britain; The "Union of the Free Press of England" sided with Chrissy. However, they don't seem to care much about whether The Lancet is right or not. They are more concerned about the British system, which always makes the common people suffer.

The Sun then joined in. In response to the "Times Review" questioning the identity of "Miss Chrissy", the "Sun" began to give full play to its expertise in digging ** and comprehensively introduce to the British who this "Miss Chrissy" is.

The identity of "Miss Chrissy" is not known to many people in the UK, but in France, at least in the literary circle, many people are very clear. So "The Sun" quickly revealed the identity of "Miss Chrissy".

Then the British discovered that the unruly French third-rate family "Chrissy" they satirized, the "braggart queen", was actually more legendary than her own bragging. She was the sister of Napoleon Bonaparte, the first consul of France, and the greatest scientist of France, Joseph Bonaparte, who had personally planted the banner of victory on the battlefield of Toulon in the newly recaptured fortress, and as the sister of General Bonaparte, she participated in the care of wounded soldiers, so she was called "the Holy Daughter of Toulon" by the soldiers. As for his acquaintance with Lavoisier, with her eldest brother's friendship with Monsieur Lavoisier, isn't that normal? Also: "Miss Chrissy is indeed able to eat with the First Consul on a regular basis. ”

：。 : I want to talk about "The Fox of France" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~