Chapter 177 174. A meeting and three letters

It took Kawei nearly two hours to complete the relevant instructions on surgery and experiments, and let them learn how to extract epinephrine from the homogenate of the adrenal glands.

The method is similar to the one used to obtain oxytocin, using glycerol, but which solvent is more efficient still needs to be explored slowly by Koch and others.

When it comes to drugs, Kawei is not a professional, and he is too lazy to do experiments because the conclusions already exist objectively in his mind. The reason for doing such complicated experiments is nothing more than to provide other people with considerable and credible data.

At 1 o'clock in the afternoon, he returned home tiredly. After briefly washing himself, he locked the door and lay down on the bed.

The cotton-stuffed mattress was far inferior to a modern spring bed, but it still allowed Kawei's stiff and sore back muscles to relax, and he soon fell asleep.

While Kawei was lying comfortably at home having a sweet dream, everyone else seemed to be encountering more or less trouble.

Savarin was not confident in his surgical skills, especially after Carvey demonstrated the operation and explained the pros and cons.

Yes, but the safety of dozens of voles was at stake, and Savarin did not dare to take the risk.

He could vaguely feel something strange about Kawei.

Because even if he himself was unwilling to perform such an operation, there were plenty of people at the Municipal General Hospital to help him perform it. Berget, Damirgaon, Sarson, and Melen were all novices in urgent need of surgical experience.

But today, Kawei did not mention their names at all. It seemed that the candidate for the experimental surgery had been decided from the beginning.

He is just torturing me.

This idea has been lingering in Savarin's mind from the beginning, and it has been lingering for a long time.

"Savarin, the amount of surgery is too much, so I'd better come and help." Koch was originally interested in surgery, but because he preferred chemistry and internal medicine, he never had the opportunity to practice. "Otherwise, you would have to stay up all night today."

Seeing him walking towards the vole cage, Savarin shook his head repeatedly: "No, I will do the surgery, and you can do the adrenal gland extract function test."

Koch didn't want to take credit, let alone embarrass him. He just wanted to help when Savarin didn't move. Now that he was like this, Koch didn't know what to say: "Okay then.

, let’s hurry up, it’s almost 2 o’clock.”

The operation was a matter of life and death for the vole. Savarin did not trust himself, let alone Koch and Mattick. Looking at the vole that had been anesthetized and lying flat in front of him, Savarin felt that he was the one who was suffering the most.

"Is he testing me?"

Savarin muttered to himself and reluctantly started the preoperative disinfection work on his hands: "As my status has gone up, the experiments and requirements have also become higher. I guess they see me as a burden and want to find a reason to let me go."

Should I leave?"

These are all the feelings he has had since studying and working in Austria. Hungarians who are not good at speaking German are so unwelcome.

"No, it won't." Savarin shook his head slightly, put down the sterilization tools, and picked up the scalpel. "Mr. Carvey can't see a trace of discrimination at all, so why do you do this???"

He couldn't think of a reason, but he and the scalpel in his hand knew very well that no matter whose hands the initiative was in, the operation had to be completed by himself.

After getting rid of many details in his thoughts, at least this point was clear. Savarin followed Carvey's example, holding the skin with tweezers, and slowly removed the knife.

Also confused is Count Morazo, who lives in his own manor and has not been seen much recently.

He has experienced the Austrian-French War and the Danish War. Now the conflict between Prussia and Austria is getting deeper and war is about to break out. What he wants in his heart is to continue his military career under the call of King Franz. It doesn't matter whether he gets credit or not.

, Morasso was just too busy to be idle.

But since the war was put on the agenda, he did not wait for the call-up letter like in previous wars.

There was peace inside and outside the manor. Every day he either went out hunting or listened to operas. There was no trace of the eve of the war. What made Morasso even more devastated was that Franz seemed to have forgotten him.

"I'm getting more and more unsure of what he's thinking."

Franz kept complaining to his sister: "I am a count, a cavalry major general in the Franco-Austrian War! Although the last battle was lost, the dragoons are still there. Why didn't he come to me? Even if he wrote a letter,

Okay. I went to the palace to look for him three times, and when I went there he said he was not here. What did he mean???"

"Don't be nervous."

"How could I not be nervous!" Morasso had suppressed his anger, and now he finally found a chance to vent it out, "Conrad, Erso, Kervis, Bom, all those who went to the battlefield with me are now here

The Military and Administrative Office is talking about army concentration and tactical and strategic issues, but what about me?"

Elena knew her brother very well, so she smiled and comforted him, "I'm afraid it's not because you just got married, so I want you to rest for a while."

"You're kidding, that's Prussia!" Morasso pointed to the west and cursed, "Those barbarians who want to take away the leadership of Germany!"

"Okay, we haven't even started fighting yet. Why are you so excited?" Elena took a sip of coffee and continued to persuade, "The empire has countless outstanding generals. He can't let you go every time. You will take all the credit for the others.

What should people do?”

"I don't want credit!" Moraso was furious, "By the way, why don't you let Chrissy go and ask?"

Elena sighed: "It's not the first day you've met him. Do you think he will listen to me?"

Morasso looked up at the portrait of Franz on the wall, and couldn't help but pace back and forth in the hall: "It's May now, and both sides are at war with each other. Everyone wants to avoid the cold winter. If we don't go out,

If something unexpected happens, we will have to fight in July!"

Elena watched him fight back and forth in front of her, feeling upset for a while: "Can you calm down for a while? I feel dizzy."

“But I’m in a hurry!!!”

At this time, the butler walked in from the door. In one hand was a set of riding clothes, and in the other hand were a leather whip and riding boots: "Master, it's hunting time. Helmut and his son are at the door.

Waiting outside. I have prepared your favorite military uniform and the shotgun."

"It's almost a war, and you're still hunting," Morazo yelled, "I don't want to hunt at all now, I just want to hit people!"

Elena was startled by the sudden cry, but the housekeeper standing at the door had already expected this day and seemed extremely calm: "Are you sure you don't want to go?"

"Don't go!"

"Then I'll reply to them right away. I can't keep the Baron waiting too long."

Morasso was in an extremely bad mood, but the genes of aristocratic education were still engraved in his bones.

After all, the other party is also a noble. Even if the title is bought by his ancestors, he should have the most basic respect and not mess with the rules. Besides, the other party has been with him for more than half a month. If he puts aside this worry, Morasso can still live a good life.

Very happy.

"To put it mildly, just say that I'm not feeling well today, and Sister Elena is here too, so let them go on their own."

"Okay, sir."

"By the way, wait!" Morazo looked at the clothes in his hand and said, "Leave the clothes, I will use them later."

The butler raised his eyebrows, nodded, and put the clothes on the sofa.

The short period of calmness did not dispel Moraso's desire to fight. Instead, it made him more willing to think rationally and rationally changed his clothes in front of his sister.

"What are you doing?"

"I have to enter the palace again today, and I must have a good talk with him."

"Oh, you can just wait and wait."

"How can you let me feel at ease?"

Elena knew she couldn't persuade him, so she had no choice but to get up and prepare to follow him.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Mariana gently opened the door that the housekeeper had just closed. Entering with her was Nora, who had been working here for more than a month, and a letter in her hand.

As soon as I came in, I saw him taking off his clothes.

"What are you doing?"

Morasso did not shy away from suspicion and still wore his own clothes: "I am going to go to the palace and have a good chat with Franz about how he destroyed my patriotic enthusiasm and how he destroyed my life."

"It's not as serious as you said." Mariana walked up to him with a smile and unbuttoned the shirt he had just buttoned up like a gentle breeze. "The letter you asked for is here."

"Coming?"

Nora handed over the letter: "I just went out to buy something, and happened to meet the palace guard, and he handed me this letter."

Morasso didn't even lift his pants. He opened the letter excitedly and read the signature on it carefully: "Yes, yes, yes, it's Franz's signature! I want to see what reason he gave himself.

Leave me, the commander of the cavalry regiment, at home."

The letter came in time, but the content of the letter was not what Morasso wanted.【1】

"this"

"What's wrong?"

Morasso, with his bare legs, looked at the letter in his hand and couldn't believe his eyes: "What does he mean???"

Elena was a little curious: "Franz won't let you go?"

"No, not really, it's just that" Morasso let out a long breath, "rather than letting me go to that place as an errand, it's better not to let me go!!!"

"I've read the letter." Edinson sat at the conference table and placed the letter he just received in the center, "What do you think?" [2]

Surrounded by members of the Military Medical Service Committee, they should represent the highest decision-making level of the Military Medical Service, but now an officer was airborne.

Although the army insists on obedience, it is not a big news that the military medical department is under the jurisdiction of military officers. Seven years have passed since the Franco-Austrian War, and medical treatment has become more and more professional. It always makes them feel uncomfortable to suddenly have an amateur take command.

"Count Morasso, if I remember correctly, he should be commanding the 3rd Dragoon Regiment, with the rank of major general?"

"Yes, he was the one who helped His Majesty the King break through in the final battle with the French."

"It seems that a close confidant has been planted."

Edinson frowned and tapped the edge of the table with his fingers: "What is placement? What is confidant? We are doctors, so it's better not to say these things nonsense."
To be continued...