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"The French Military Hospital in Constantinople? What is he doing there?"

Marshal Saint-Arnaud was a little surprised when he received the news that Ambassador Walewski went to the military hospital.

In Marshal St. Arnaud's view, Walewski had no motive at all to go to the military hospital, so why did he go there?

Klein's next words answered Marshal Saint-Arnaud's doubts: "Two hours ago, a nursing and medical team arrived in Constantinople. I heard that a person who has a close relationship with His Majesty was also in the team. .”

"Is it related to His Majesty?" Marshal Saint-Arnaud muttered to himself, then thought about the lady who was related to His Majesty.

Her Royal Highness the Queen? impossible! How could Queen Augusta come to the army! If you want to come, you must come accompanied by His Majesty the Emperor!

The Marchioness of Allais? This is possible, but the Marquise probably has never studied nursing knowledge!

Madame Eugenie?

…

After thinking about it carefully, Marshal St. Arnaud really couldn't think of which lady would come all the way here.

However, Klein’s credibility is still relatively high!

Because Marshal Saint-Arnaud also couldn't think of a reason for Walewski to go to the military hospital. It couldn't be that he went to express condolences to the injured in the military hospital on behalf of His Majesty the Emperor!

"Cough...cough" Suddenly, a sharp pain spread from Marshal Saint-Arnault's abdomen to his central nervous system, causing Marshal Saint-Arnault to stop thinking and cover his abdomen with his hands and cough non-stop.

After seeing what Saint-Arnault was doing, Brigadier Generals Klein and Trochu, who were standing at the gate of the embassy, ​​quickly came to Marshal Saint-Arnault and asked: "Marshal, what's wrong with you? Do you want me to help you?" Hospital!"

"Yes... yes!" the pale-faced Marshal Saint-Arnaud responded intermittently.

Klein and Trochu held up Marshal Saint-Arnaud, one by one, and then called to the staff in the embassy to prepare a carriage for them. They wanted to take Marshal Saint-Arnaud to the military hospital.

The staff in the embassy did not dare to neglect at all and hurried to the backyard of the embassy to pull out the embassy carriage.

While the embassy carriage was traveling from the backyard to the front door, Klein asked Brigadier General Trochu what happened.

Why did Marshal Saint-Arnaud suddenly come from the Crimean Peninsula? Why does Marshal Saint-Arnaud look so weak?

Brigadier General Trochu let out a long sigh and told Klein what happened to Marshal St. Arnaud in recent times.

After listening to Brigadier General Trochu's words, Klein also sighed.

"Secretary Klein, the carriage is ready!" The driver who drove the carriage to the front door shouted into the embassy.

"I know!" Klein responded quickly.

The two of them worked together to lift Marshal Saint-Arnaud into the carriage, which slowly started and drove towards the military hospital.

…

At this time, at the Military Hospital located on the south bank of Constantinople, the nursing and medical team, which had just arrived at the Military Hospital, were touring the entire hospital accompanied by Valewski and the general director of the Military Hospital.

"Ambassador Valewski! I can pat my chest and assure you that there is no hospital better than ours on this land beneath our feet!" The director of the military hospital standing at the door pointed. Looking at the empty hospital bed in front of him, he boasted and said to Valewski.

Walewski, who was standing next to the general manager, did not pay attention to the general manager's boasting. Instead, he turned his attention to the leader of the nursing team and asked respectfully: "Ms. Vernia, what do you think? "

Wilnia frowned and walked straight to the ventilated window, pointed in the distance and asked the person in charge: "What's going on there?"

The general manager glanced at Vernia and then at Vernia. He was a little confused as to why Ambassador Walewski treated this Ms. Vernia in such an almost flattering manner.

"What do you want me to ask you? Tell me!" Walewski's voice brought the person in charge back to reality.

He hurriedly came to Vernia, looked in the direction of Vernia's finger, and explained: "Ms. Vernia, that's an open-air toilet!"

"I know it's an open-air toilet, but why is it placed so close to the hospital?" Vernia asked the general manager in front of him with a straight face.

"We've always done this!" the general director of the military hospital responded to Vernia with a slightly aggrieved tone.

"From now on, open-air toilets are not allowed near the hospital, especially near the wards!" Vernia responded firmly to the general manager.

"yes!"

Although the person in charge didn't understand the purpose of doing this, he just needed to follow the arrangement.

Who knows that the lady in front of me is someone that even Ambassador Valewski cannot afford to offend!

Later, at Vernia's request, the director of the military hospital brought Vernia and others to the operating table.

Neatly white sheets are laid on the operating table, and there are various kinds of work beside the operating table, such as curved scalpels, saws for amputation, gauze, chloroform (poisonous gas) for anesthetizing patients, etc.

Looking at the operating table in front of her, Vernia recalled that when she was a trainee, Professor Louis Pasteur once told her that there are various kinds of bacteria in the nature where they live. Bacteria are the key to their illness, so every doctor should sterilize the tools they use. Only in this way can the continuous growth of bacteria be curbed and prevent bacteria from invading the human body through surgical tools and worsening the condition of patients who are already seriously injured. Aggravated.

Thinking of this, Vernia immediately asked the director of the military hospital that their medical equipment is usually disinfected every few days.

"Disinfection?" The general manager of the military hospital was stunned for a few seconds, then nodded and responded: "Disinfection! We disinfect frequently!"

"What do you usually use for disinfection?" Wernia asked more thoroughly.

"Use...use..." The commander-in-chief of the military region hesitated and couldn't answer.

After a few seconds, the person in charge told Vernia in frustration that their military hospital had not been disinfected at all! The head of the military hospital also told Vernia that the entire military doctors unanimously believed that the so-called germ theory was nothing but nonsense!

"Nonsense? It's really ridiculous!" Vernia pointed at one of the doctors in the medical team with a straight face and said, "Come here!"

The doctor who was fingered by Vernia came to the ground in front of Vernia.

"Tell him! Tell him if the germ theory is nonsense!" Wilnia responded to the doctor.

Doctors who had also practiced in Louis Pasteur's laboratory told the director of the military hospital the knowledge that Louis Pasteur had given them, and at the same time reiterated the necessity of high-temperature disinfection.

At the end, the doctor added: "These theories are the conclusions reached through Professor Louis Pasteur's personal experiments! If you still don't want to believe it, I can sort out the experimental process and data and give it to you." Your hospital!!”

"I will disinfect on time!" The general manager of the military hospital did not know who Louis Pasteur was, but he knew that he was someone he could not afford to offend, so he had no choice but to nod and agree that high-temperature disinfection would be carried out regularly.

"Also! It's best to replace chloroform with ether!" Vernia also added: "After experiments, ether is less harmful than chloroform!"

"Yes!" The general manager of the military hospital nodded again.

After visiting the operating table, Vernia once again asked to check the hospital's water supply system, and the person in charge of the military hospital had to take them to the water supply pipeline.

Walking along the water supply pipeline, Vernia and others finally arrived at the source of the water supply pipeline.

Fortunately, the military hospital still maintains a rigorous attitude in terms of water supply, and there are no major problems with the drinking water provided to the hospital.

Even so, Vernia still put forward the requirement to strictly control drinking water, but all hospital water must be uniformly treated and disinfected at high temperatures.

"I suggest building a boiler room for unified drinking water treatment next to the hospital!" Vernia said to the general director of the military hospital.

"Yes!" the person in charge of the military hospital quickly replied.

…

After basically inspecting all the important facilities of the military hospital, Vernia and others returned to the military hospital. Standing at the gate of the military hospital again, she heard the sound of rutting behind her.

Wilnia turned her head and looked behind her, and Valewski also turned his head and looked over.

"Marshal Arnault?!!!"

The person who was helped down from the carriage was none other than Marshal Saint-Arnaud.

Looking at Marshal Saint-Arnault, who was being supported by an important person, Walewski hurriedly shouted to the doctors and nurses beside him: "Quick! Go and help!"

The surrounding doctors and nurses hurriedly ran to Marshal Saint-Arnault and pulled the whole group to a separate ward.

Everyone carefully placed Marshal Saint-Arnault on the hospital bed. After about half a minute, the doctor holding a stethoscope entered the ward and placed the stethoscope on Marshal Saint-Arnault's chest. Everyone held their breath and waited quietly for the doctor's words. reply.

"Marshal, can you hear me?" The doctor asked Marshal Saint-Arnault in a low voice while groping back and forth with his stethoscope on Marshal Saint-Arnault's chest.

"You can hear it!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud replied feebly.

"How do you feel now?" the doctor asked again.

"It hurts!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud said.

"Where does it hurt?"

"Stomach!"

"How long has it been hurting?"

"It has been hurting since last year. At that time, it only hurt for short-term rentals. Recently, the pain has not only worsened, but it continues to hurt!"

"Do you feel like you don't want to eat?"

"Yes, sometimes it hurts so much that I just want to die right away!"

"Okay! I get it!"

The doctor put down his stethoscope and led everyone out. Walewski asked the doctor about the situation.

"Hey!" The doctor shook his head and responded to Walewski: "The marshal's heartbeat is much lower than normal. I'm afraid he has been infected with an incurable disease!"

"How is that possible?" Walewski was greatly surprised. He glanced at Brigadier General Trochu and said, "Trochu, what is going on?"

In a low voice, Brigadier General Trochu told everyone present about Marshal St. Arnaud's situation after he landed on the Crimean Peninsula.

"You mean that since landing in Crimea, the Marshal has been enduring the pain and persisting in fighting?" Walewski asked Brigadier General Trochu.

"That's right!" Brigadier General Trochu nodded and responded to Valewski: "If the coalition forces hadn't captured Sevastopol, I'm afraid Marshal..."

"When did the coalition forces capture Sevastopol!" Valewski asked Brigadier General Trochu in a hurried tone.

"Just two days ago! Under the command of Marshal Saint-Arnaud and the assistance of General Pellissier, the coalition forces took Sevastopol in less than a week! Guarding the Russian Imperial Navy Lieutenant Generals Kornilov and Nassimov were killed!" Brigadier General Trochu replied to Valewski: "The purpose of the Marshal's trip is to report the news to His Majesty!"

"Klein!" Walewski looked at his second-level secretary.

"Yes!" Klein responded quickly.

"You return to the embassy immediately and use the telegram in the embassy to report the news of the capture of Sevastopol to Paris!" 17019/10411651