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Back at the Duran clothing store on Dover Street, I saw Mrs. Duran sitting behind the counter, talking to a man. When I got closer, I realized that this man was actually Dr. Blomsteain who had saved the fat man with him that day. The last time he was at Villa Deneuve, this old doctor admired his medical skills very much, did he come to ask him for advice today?

With a smile on his face, Zhu Jishi strode into the store, and was about to greet the two, but when he saw that Madame Duran and Dr. Blomstein had regretful expressions on their faces, and their eyes were quite solemn, they were stunned for a moment, not knowing what was going on with them, and looked at Dr. Blomstein with inquiring eyes. When Dr. Blomsteain saw him, he hurriedly stood up and smiled, "Mr. Zhu, you are back." ”

Madame Durán also smiled and said, "Jason, Dr. Blomsteain heard from Isabel that you were staying with me, so he came to ...... and ......" The following words seem to be strange, and I don't know what to say.

"Hey, I'm here to talk to you about something." The old doctor's face froze, revealing a reproachful expression, "Have you been submitting articles to The Lancet magazine these days?" What else does it say that doctors who do not wash their hands and instruments adequately before surgery will bring 'poisons' to the patient, which is an important cause of inflammation and suppuration of the patient's wound? ”

This is a fact! Zhu Jishi thought to himself. In this era, doctors are to some extent murderers of patients, and the number of people who are indiscriminately killed by them is definitely several times more than those who are cured! If there were no doctors in Europe, perhaps the lives of patients would be more secure.

Thinking of this, he said with some puzzlement: "Dr. Blomstein, the content of my contribution to The Lancet is based on facts, during this period of time, I implemented strict disinfection measures in the obstetrics department of Omen Hospital, and successfully reduced the incidence of puerperal fever to a level close to zero. ”

Hearing him say this, Blomsteain sneered and said, "Doctor Zhu, do you think those people in the Royal Society of Medicine will admit that it was the doctor's misconduct that caused the death of a large number of patients?" ”

Zhu Jishi was stunned, listening to his tone, as if his article had really poked a large hornet's nest. Then he thought about his own skin color, and if a white doctor had made the same opinion, it would have been generally recognized by the medical community (in fact, the Czech doctor Semerwes made the same opinion in history, and as a result, he became the public enemy of the entire medical community, and Zuihou died in a mental hospital). So he smiled and fell silent.

Seeing that Zhu Jishi didn't speak, Dr. Blomstein sighed again and said with a wry smile: "If you only put forward the blood group theory and blood transfusion treatment, maybe you won't annoy those big names of the Royal Medical Society." I heard that Sir Reid of the Royal Society of Medicine is also ready to shiyan your theory on several Indians...... If his shiyan is successful, even if you are a Tatar, sooner or later you will be recognized by the Royal Society of Medicine. But I didn't expect your theory about surgical sterilization to cause such a big wave. ”

Seeing that Zhu Jishi was silent, Madame Duran said, "Doctor Blomstein, is there a remedy now?" ”

"Remedy...... The only way to do this is to retract the talk about surgical sterilization and publish the Daoqian letter in The Lancet, and maybe this will keep the doctor's license......"

"It's possible that the doctor's license will not be guaranteed?" Mrs. Duran exclaimed.

"There is a good chance that it will not be guaranteed, and yesterday I heard from friends in the Royal Society of Medicine that they are looking into the issue of revoking a Tatar licence to practice medicine." Blomstein sighed, "I think it's Dr. Zhu." ”

When Zhu Jishi heard this, he gradually became a little annoyed, didn't he just wash his hands before the operation! How big is it, these murderous doctors and drug dealers in 1842 put themselves on the line, do these people have any medical ethics?

"What if I can come up with strong evidence?" Zhu Jishi said coldly.

Blomsteain sighed and said, "This...... What strong evidence can you adduce? Your theory may be plausible, but there's no way to prove it! What are those 'poisons'? Who can tell? ”

Zhu Jishi frowned and said, "What if I can really do it?" ”

This time, it was Blomsteain's turn to be silent, and after a moment he shook his head vigorously and said, "No, I don't believe it, you can't do it, because no matter how good you do in the European Gate Hospital, the Royal Medical Society will not approve of it, I know these old stubborns too well, they have no habit of admitting mistakes." ”

Zhu Jishi snorted, "I mean if!" Dr. Blomstein, what do you think the people of the Royal Medical Society are going to do with me? ”

Blomstein looked at Zhu Jishi, who had no hesitation, and couldn't help but sigh again, shook his head and said: "You will become the public enemy of the entire English medical community, no, the entire European medical community!" Not only because you put forward a theory that blames doctors for the death of a part of your patients, but also because you openly challenge the authority of the medical profession, and you are also a Tatar! I believe that no matter how strong the evidence you come up with, the medical community will not admit it! ”

He took a deep breath and accentuated his tone: "When the time comes, you will lose your medical license, and you will not even be able to establish yourself in Europe, if you don't mind going back to the Siberian steppe, you can challenge the entire British medical community!" It's a good way for a small person to go down in history. ”

Hearing Blomstein's words, Dr. Zhu's heart went up and down, and a thought also flashed through his mind, "Of course the truth is on his side!" Compared with the British medical authorities of this era, he was 170 years ahead! In this era, the knowledge he has can almost become the founder of many disciplines, and if the British scientific community still admits the truth, he will definitely defeat the irresponsible quacks. In that case, why not fight for a big one! Really challenge the entire British medical community! And then climb up on their shoulders - who let these guys be racist and want to suppress themselves, the "Tatar doctors"? I will inevitably face the same problems in Europe in the future, and I can't solve the problem by making concessions and forbearance! Only fight back fiercely, trample these guys under your feet, and take the opportunity to defeat them to make a reputation!

And it is also extremely important for me to be famous for my upcoming business of 'drug production and drug trafficking'! It is not difficult to refine H loin in the laboratory, and it is a piece of cake to use H loin to prepare painkillers, cough medicines, asthma medicines, antidepressants and even tuberculosis syrup with miraculous effects, but in order to make these miraculous H heroin drugs sell well all over Europe and bring you a lot of money, you must have great fame. Otherwise, who would buy the medicine of a little-known 'Mongolian doctor'? ”

"Jason, I think it's better to take a step back." After a moment's hesitation, Madame Duran's coquettish and soft voice sounded in Zhu Jishi's ears, "If you want to become a famous doctor who earns four or five hundred pounds a year, there are some big people who can't be offended. ”

"Doctor Zhu, in fact, Sir Reed and Sir Uncle Ho still value you very much." Blomstein also took the opportunity to beat the side drum and said: "Your blood type and blood transfusion treatment theory can be confirmed by clinical shiyan, and this scientific discovery alone is enough to become a famous doctor." ”

Zhu Jishi ignored the persuasion of Madame Duran and Dr. Blomstein, and the annual income of four or five hundred pounds was not in his eyes, and his knowledge of medicine, biology and chemistry was worth at least forty or fifty million pounds in this era! And in order to turn some of this knowledge into real money in the shortest possible time, you must have great fame! And the best way to build fame in a short period of time is to start a scientific debate and win!

Themselves are on one side of the polemic, and the entire British medical elite is on the other side of the polemic!