Seeing that the patient's family did not follow his "advice", the doctor muttered silently in his heart: Another guy who is not afraid of death!

"Ms. Howard, please move a little! I'm going to start treatment! The doctor tried to lower his voice so that his voice didn't look so rude.

Only then did Jérôme look up and notice the doctor behind Miss Howard, with a fat face on top of his white coat, and his beard and falcon eyes that looked not like a polite gentleman walking in a wealthy district, but rather a butcher from a London ghetto, especially with something like a hammer in his hand.

Jérôme looked the fat doctor in front of him up and down, a hint of distrust in his eyes.

Was a 19th-century doctor really not a butcher reincarnate?

"Sir, please don't look at me like that!" The fat doctor said angrily to Jérôme.

"This is Dr. James!" Miss Howard hastened to explain to Jérôme: "He is the most famous doctor in the whole of London!" ”

"One!" Fat Doctor ...... No, it should be Dr. James who "corrected" Miss Howard's "mistake", a happy smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said "modestly": "I am also a member of the Royal Society of Medicine of Britain, and I was once invited by Prince Albert to treat the British Crown!" ”

Jérôme's expression changed slightly, he didn't expect his cousin to hook up with the British royal family in just one year.

The royal doctors who treated the British royal family were all high-eyed guys, and the Bonaparte family was just a down-and-out aristocrat with a better name, and they were inferior to some of the new bankers in terms of actual assets.

Could it be that his cousin really accepted Albert's gold pounds as rumored in his previous life?

Now is not the time to ask if his cousin has hooked up with Queen Victoria, Jérôme only hopes that his cousin can escape the catastrophe safely, and the wealth and hope of the Bonaparte family are pinned on his cousin.

"Doctor, I'm ......" Jérôme was about to say something when Dr. James shook his head and motioned with his eyes for Jérôme to go out and speak.

Jérôme slowly let go of Louis, who was getting emaciated by his illness. Bonaparte followed Dr. James out to speak.

The only people left in the room were Miss Howard and Louie, who were teary-eyed. Bonaparte.

In the hallway, Dr. James lowered his eyebrows and said in a solemn voice, "You came just in time!" Come back a little later, I'm afraid you won't see the patient! ”

"Huh?" Jérôme showed a melancholy expression and asked in a low voice, "Doctor, cousin, he is really hopeless!" ”

Dr. James spread his hands and said, "I have tried to prolong the life of the patient as much as possible!" ”

Then he sighed again and said, "It's too late for you to find out!" If it had been earlier, I'm afraid there would have been salvation! Britain hasn't had a cholera for more than a decade, and the last time was in 1832! More than 10 years is enough time for us to relax! ”

In the 19th century, cholera virus was often confused with enteritis, and many doctors treated cholera as enteritis, so much so that the best life-saving cycle was missed.

"Cousin, how long can it last!" Jérôme asked Dr. James.

Even though he had 10,000 reasons not to believe that his cousin would rush into the street so quickly, Jérôme had to accept the reality of his cousin's death with his little butterfly inciting its wings.

"It could be just three or five days, or maybe a month. The patient's consciousness is becoming more and more blurred, and the discharge of sweat is getting more and more serious! Hot on the head, too! Dr. James replied without a hint of fluctuation in his tone: "Enemas no longer have any effect, although willow leaf juice can suppress the patient's fever, but I am afraid that this situation will not last long, that kind of thing is not good for the stomach......" [note 1]

Willow sap? Aspirin?

Jérôme's expression was first surprised, then relieved.

From ancient times to the present, Eastern and Western physicians have used willow bark to boil water to suppress fever.

Although they learned about the presence of salicylic acid in willow bark a few years later, it did not hinder their pragmatism.

If the fever and dehydration can be suppressed, will my cousin's illness be able to last for a while?

"When the patient sweats too much, the electrolytes in the body must be out of balance!" Jérôme muttered to himself as he recounted what he had learned in high school.

"Can Dr. James use the intravenous method to inject saline into the patient's body, and bear to replenish the body's exact fluids!" Jérôme asked Dr. James.

"Intravenous?" Dr. James shook his head and said, "This kind of risk is too great, someone thought of this method last time cholera, but only 8 out of 25 cases were cured!" ”

"There's no other way around now, is there?" Jérôme said helplessly: "Instead of clinging to the shortcomings, let's try a new method!" No matter how bad it is, you can't find it anywhere! ”

"That's right! It couldn't be worse! Dr. James looked Jérôme up and down as if he had seen something rare, and said, "Where did you learn about the IV method?" This method is known only to a few in the medical community! ”

If you live in 200 years, you know that!

Jérôme replied vaguely: "I only learned about it by chance visiting the French Academy of Sciences!" ”

"O French Academy of Sciences!" Dr. James had a look of fascination.

If the Royal Academy of British Medicine is the temple of glory for all British doctors, the French Academy of Sciences is the temple of glory for all of Europe.

Countless ideas burst out from the French Academy of Sciences, countless ideas come from the French Academy of Sciences, and what is even more commendable is that the French Academy of Sciences has always adhered to an inclusive attitude towards everyone. (All here refers to Europeans versus a handful of Russians!) ）

The French Academy of Sciences, which is more equal and inclusive than the Ansa people.

"You France, in addition to the daily riots, are not without merit!" Dr. James said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"If everyone is satisfied with life, who wants to be a thug!" Jérôme shrugged his shoulders and responded, "I'm a little envious of Britain!" ”

"Envy Britain for what?" Dr. James asked curiously.

As a gentleman, he also had a patriotic heart.

"I envy you Angsa people for being obedient!" Jérôme said in a strange way: "If we were in France, London would have known how many revolutions there were!" ”

PS: 1. Enema method was one of the most popular methods of treating cholera in the 19th century.