Chapter 545 Military Hospital Reform
"The French military hospital in Constantinople? What did he go there for? β
St. Saint, who received the news of Ambassador Valevsky's trip to the military hospital, got the news that Ambassador Valevsky had gone to the military hospital. Marshal Arnault was somewhat surprised.
In St. Marshal Arnault, it seems, Valevsky had no motivation at all to go to the military hospital, why did he go there.
Klein's next sentence is holy. Marshal Arno answered the doubts: "Two hours ago a nursing and medical team arrived in Constantinople, and I heard that a person who was close to His Majesty was also in the team. β
"Something to do with Your Majesty?" Saint. Marshal Arno muttered to himself, and thought of the lady who was related to His Majesty.
Her Royal Highness? No way! How could Empress Augusta come to the army! If you want to come, you will come accompanied by His Majesty the Emperor!
The Marquise of Arlet? It's possible, but the Marquise probably hasn't studied nursing!
Ms. Eugenie?
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After thinking about it for a while, St. Marshal Arno couldn't think of any lady who would have traveled all the way here.
However, Klein's credibility is still relatively high!
Because of the saint. Marshal Arnault also couldn't think of a reason for Valevsky to go to the military hospital, and he couldn't have gone to visit the wounded in the military hospital on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor!
"Ahem...... cough "Suddenly a sharp pain from St. Marshal Arnault's abdomen passed to the central nervous system, making St. Arnault's abdomen. Marshal Arno stopped thinking and instead covered his abdomen with his hand and coughed incessantly.
Standing at the gate of the embassy, Klein and Brigadier General Trochu saw St. Troch. After Arno's movements, he walked briskly to St. Marshal Arno asked, "Your Excellency, what's wrong with you?" Do you want me to help you in the hospital? β
"Yes...... OK! "Pale saint. Marshal Arnault responded intermittently.
Klein and Trochu were on the side. Marshal Arnault set up, and then shouted to the personnel in the embassy to prepare a carriage for them, and they were going to send the saint. Marshal Arnault went to the military hospital.
The staff in the embassy did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and hurriedly went to the backyard of the embassy to pull the embassy carriage out.
As the embassy carriage traveled from the backyard to the front door, Klein asked Brigadier General Trochu what had happened.
Why St. Will Marshal Arno suddenly rush over from the Crimean peninsula? Why St. Marshal Arnault's body looks so weak?
Brigadier General Trochu let out a long sigh and told Klein about the recent period of time in which St. Troch. What happened to the body of Marshal Arnault.
After listening to Brigadier General Trox's words, Klein also let out a sigh.
"Secretary Crane, the carriage is ready!" The driver who drove the carriage to the front door shouted at the embassy.
"I see!" Klein hurriedly responded.
The two of them joined forces to bring the saint. Marshal Arno got into the carriage, which slowly started and drove to the military hospital.
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At this time, the military hospital on the south bank of Constantinople, the nursing and medical team, which had just arrived at the military hospital, was visiting the entire hospital accompanied by Valewski and the head of the military hospital.
"Ambassador Valewski! I can pat my chest and assure you that there is no better hospital on this land beneath our feet! The head of the military hospital, who was standing at the door, pointed to the empty bed in front of him and said to Valevsky boastfully.
Valewski, who was standing next to the head of the team, ignored the boasting of the head of the team, but turned his gaze to the leader of the nursing team and respectfully asked: "Ms. Vilnia, what do you think?" β
Vernia frowned and walked straight to the ventilated window, pointing to the distance and asking the chief, "What's going on there?" β
The Commander-in-Chief took one look at Vilnia, and then at Vilnia, and he was somewhat puzzled as to why Ambassador Valewski had such an almost flattering attitude towards the Vilnia lady.
"What about you? Say! Valewski's voice pulled the head of the General to reality.
He hurriedly came to Vilnia's front and pointed in the direction of Vilnia's finger and explained, "Ms. Vilnia, there is an open-air toilet!" β
"I knew it was an open-air toilet, but why should it be kept so close to the hospital!" Vilnia asked the person in charge in front of him with a straight face.
"That's what we've always done!" The head of the military hospital responded to Vilniadao in a slightly aggrieved tone.
"From now on, no open-air toilets will be allowed near hospitals, especially near patient rooms!" Vilnia responded forcefully to the head of the group.
"Yes!"
Although the general manager did not understand the purpose of doing this, he just had to follow the arrangement.
Whoever makes this lady in front of her is someone that Ambassador Valewski can't even mess with!
Subsequently, at the request of Vilnia, the head of the military hospital brought Vilnia and others to the operating table.
White sheets are neatly laid on the operating table, and there are all kinds of work next to the operating table, such as curved scalpels, saws for amputation, gauze, chloroform (toxic gas) for anesthetizing patients, etc.
Looking at the operating table in front of her, Vilna remembered that when she was a cadet, Louis . Professor Pasteur once told her that there are all kinds of bacteria in the nature they live in, and these bacteria are the key to their disease, so every doctor should disinfect the tools they use, only in this way can they curb the continuous growth of bacteria, prevent bacteria from entering the human body through surgical tools, and make the already seriously injured patients worse.
Thinking of this, Vilnia immediately asked the head of the military hospital that their medical equipment was generally disinfected once every few days.
"Disinfection?" After being stunned for a few seconds, the head of the military hospital nodded and responded: "Disinfection!" We disinfect often! β
"What do you typically use for disinfection?" Vilnya asked.
"Use ...... Use ......" The general head of the military region could not answer.
After a few seconds, the person in charge said to Vilnia in frustration that their military hospital had not been disinfected at all! The head of the military hospital also told Vilnia that the entire military doctor agreed that the so-called germ theory was nothing more than nonsense!
"Nonsense? It's ridiculous! With a straight face, Vilnia pointed to one of the doctors in the medical team and said, "Come here!" β
The doctor who had been fingered by Vernia came to Vilnia.
"Tell him! You tell him if the germ theory is nonsense! Vilnia replied to the doctor.
Same as Louis. The doctor who had been trained in the laboratory of Pasteur told the general director of the military hospital about Louis. Pasteur handed over the knowledge to them, while reiterating the need for high-temperature disinfection.
At the end, the doctor added: "These theories have been approved by Louis. The conclusion of Professor Pasteur's own experiments! If you still don't want to believe it, I can ask you to sort out the process and data of the experiment and hand it over to your hospital!! β
"I'll disinfect on time!" The head of the military hospital did not know who Louis was. Pasteur, but he understood that the other party was someone he could not afford to provoke, so he had to nod his head and agree that he would definitely be regularly disinfected.
"And! Chloroform is better replaced with ether! Vilnia also added: "After experiments, ether is less harmful than chloroform!" β
"Yes!" The chief of the military hospital once again bowed his head.
After visiting the operating table, Vilnia once again asked to check the hospital's water supply system, and the head of the military hospital had to take them to the water supply pipe.
Walking along the water supply pipeline, Vilnia and the others finally came to the source of the water supply pipeline.
Fortunately, the military district hospital has maintained a rigorous and rigorous attitude in terms of water supply, and there have been no major problems in providing drinking water to the hospital.
Even so, Vilnia has put forward strict requirements for drinking water, but all hospital water must be treated uniformly and sterilized at high temperatures.
"I propose to build a boiler room next to the hospital for the unified treatment of drinking water!" Vilnya said to the head of the military district hospital.
"Yes!" The person in charge of the military hospital hurriedly replied.
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Vernia and the others, who had basically inspected all the important facilities of the military hospital, returned to the military hospital, and she heard the sound of ruts coming from behind her while standing at the gate of the military hospital again.
Vilnya turned her head to look behind her, and Valewski turned her head to look at her as well.
"Marshal Arnault?!!!"
The man who was helped down from the carriage was none other than the saint. Marshal Arnault.
Looking at the saint in front of him, who was supported by someone. Marshal Arnaud, Valewski hurriedly shouted to the doctors and nurses beside him: "Quick! Go and help! β
The surrounding doctors and nurses hurried to St. Marshal Arnault will be in front of St. Marshal Arno came too politely, and the group was dragged to a separate ward.
The crowd carefully put the saint. Marshal Arnault placed it on the hospital bed, and after about half a minute, the doctor with a stethoscope entered the room and placed the stethoscope in St. Arnault. Marshal Arnault's chest, everyone held their breath and waited quietly for the doctor's reply.
"Marshal, can you hear me?" Doctor while using a stethoscope in St. Marshal Arnault's chest groped back and forth, while whispering to St. Arnault. Marshal Arnault.
"I can hear you!" Saint. Marshal Arno replied weakly.
"How are you feeling right now?" The doctor asked again.
"It hurts!" Saint. Marshal Arnault said.
"Where does it hurt?"
"Stomach!"
"How long has it been hurting?"
"I've been hurting since last year, and at that time it was only a short rental, but the pain has not only intensified recently, but it has also continued to hurt!"
"Do you feel like you don't want to eat?"
"That's right, sometimes it hurts and you just want to die right away!"
"Okay! I know! β
The doctor put down his stethoscope and led the group out, and Valewski asked the doctor about the situation.
"Hey!" The doctor shook his head and responded to Valevsky: "The marshal's heartbeat is much lower than normal, I'm afraid he has been infected and incurable!" β
"How so?" Valewski was surprised, he glanced at Brigadier General Trochu and said, "Trochu, what the hell is going on?" β
Brigadier General Trochu spoke in a deep voice to the crowd about the Saint. The situation of Marshal Arnault after the landing on the Crimean peninsula.
"You mean that since the landing in Crimea, the marshal has been fighting with the pain he has endured?" Valevsky asked Brigadier General Trochu.
"That's right!" Brigadier General Trochu nodded and responded to Valewski: "If it weren't for the coalition forces that took Sevastopol, I'm afraid the marshal would ...... him"
"When did the coalition forces take Sevastopol!" Valevsky asked Brigadier General Trochu in a hurried tone.
"Just two days ago! In St. Under the command of Field Marshal Arnault and with the assistance of General Pelisier, the coalition forces took Sevastopol in less than a week! Guards of the Imperial Russian Navy Vice Admirals Kornilov and Nasimov were killed! Brigadier General Trochu replied to Valevsky: "The purpose of the marshal's trip is to report this news to His Majesty!" β
"Crane!" Valewski looked at his second-level secretary.
"In!" Klein hurriedly responded.
"You immediately return to the embassy and use the telegram from the embassy to report the capture of Sevastopol to Paris!"
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