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Chapter 88 85. I'm busy(1/2)

Chapter 88 85. I am very busy

For Alphonse, his job as a chef is everything to him, and it is an important thing to prove his worth.

When he first learned how to cook, he also received bad comments from customers, but that was because he was not good at cooking. He could even cook famous dishes that had already been prepared, so he deserved to be scolded. But even at that time,

No one reduced him to nothing like Li Ben.

He is a chef who once served the French royal family. The pocket watch on his body, the silver spoon in his hand, a set of exquisite kitchen utensils and an ivory enema pump engraved with his name are all a recognition of his cooking skills.

This kind of gift and honor was hard-won, but Li Ben ruined it in just a few words.

Throughout his life experiences over the years, there is a saying everywhere: a gentleman can move his words but not his words.

If you can't convince others, don't waste time. The only way to prove your innocence is a duel. A fair duel can solve all disputes and troubles. As for winning or losing, life or death, it is the result of God's love. No one can blame it.

However, the result of the duel in front of the restaurant was unacceptable to him. Although the practice of giving in as soon as he was injured was written into the duel rules, in Alphonse's eyes, it went against the will of God and was even worse than retreating on the spot.

Alphonse really hoped to resolve the conflict between the two men. He originally hoped that after each other's operations, they could arrange a real duel between men. But what he didn't expect was that Li Ben actually escaped, shamefully

Escaped.

Ever since the hemorrhoid removal operation, Alphonse had been wanting to find Li Ben. Unfortunately, the wound was too painful, and it was impossible for him to embarrass a painter he had never met before, so he had gradually found a way to let time heal the pain.

idea.

However, there is no end to the road, and God brought him back to Himself.

From the moment Li Ben was brought into the ward, Alphonse heard his name. Although he had been lying on his side with his back to the door of the ward, Kawei said "Mr. Li Ben" to the left and "Mr. Li Ben" to the right.

”, he kept making it clear as if he was afraid that others would not recognize him.

[Ah, Kavi, my dear friend.]【1】

Alphonse secretly clenched his fists, and while thanking Kavi, he did not forget to plan his second duel.

In fact, Kawei just wanted to give Li Ben a favor, and at the same time tied Li Ben firmly to the hospital ward. Alphonse had suffered a secret loss before, knowing that he would escape, but this time he learned a lesson and gained wisdom.

Li Ben will never leave.

After all, one only had a small injury on his butt, while the other had half of his body disabled. It was clear at a glance which one was more serious.

As long as Li Ben stays in the ward, according to what he said, Mick will definitely show up.

Sure enough, on the third day after Nora was arrested, Mick, dressed in black, appeared at the Municipal General Hospital as Li Ben's friend. On the fourth meeting between the two, Kawei finally reversed the one-sided relationship.

situation, and successfully took back the initiative.

"Excuse me, is Kavi here?"

"Kavi? You're asking Dr. Kavey, right? He's in the director's office."

Mick followed the nurse's fingers to the office and asked, "What about Mr. Li Ben?"

The nurse was busy with her hands and had no patience. She didn't give a good look when she saw Mick's fierce look on his face: "Li Ben? Are you asking the patient?"

"Yes, I should have been admitted to this hospital on the night of March 11th."

"Oh, so you're looking for that scumbag who attempted sexual intercourse." The nurse was also a woman, with disdain on her face. Even the way she looked at Mick changed, as if she was looking at an accomplice, "He's lying in Ward No. 3.

.”

Even after so many days, Mick could not hide the anger in his heart. He was really disgusted.

Although he had mentioned so many precautions in advance, Mick didn't understand why he had to sneak out alone without telling 303, nor why the German guy had to buy a married woman, nor why this sb.

Be sure to stick to your real name.

He left no message, and did not give himself any hints or letters in advance as required. It was as if he had disappeared out of thin air. If the tavern owner on Hoints Street hadn't secretly informed him of the murder, I'm afraid he would never have been able to find Li Ben.

Normally, Mick would not care about the life and death of such a person.

It's just that he has no choice now. Even if he has 10,000 reluctances in his heart, he still has to bite the bullet and get the person out for the sake of the empire's intelligence work.

After saying thank you to the nurse, Mick first visited Ward 3.

Li Ben's bed was arranged in a corner, far away from the doors and windows. He had to pass through many beds to get in. And judging from his many years of experience, the ward was not peaceful. People seemed to be chatting and laughing after the surgery.

There were several pairs of eyes staring at Li Ben in the ward.

Li Ben was isolated.

"It's your own fault!"

Mick thought that his behavior had aroused public anger, so he stood at the door and sighed secretly, then turned around and prepared to talk to Kawei first.

Angry as he was, he also needed to be happy for his foresight. He took the risk to let Kavi come to work in the hospital. Although he didn't connect to the Garden Bureau's line, it is now of great use. The doctor seems to be busy with work, and on weekdays

You can't help yourself, but you can do many things that ordinary people can't do under certain circumstances.

For this reason, he did not use encrypted letters or ask someone to carry the message, but chose to visit in person in order to seize the time to pick up Li Ben.

Mick was very confident in his heart, and felt that it would not be a problem to pick him up based on his "friendship" with Kavi, at least he had always believed so before entering Ignatz's office.

"Is this Baron Ignatz's office?" Mick lowered his body and knocked on the door.

"Who are you looking for?"

Mick glanced around and quickly found Kawei, and said with a smile: "I'm looking for Dr. Kawei."

Ignatz naturally regarded him as a patient's family member who ignored him. He didn't even look at such a powerful director in the presence of him, and only looked for his subordinates. It was inevitable that his self-esteem would be slightly affected:

"Dr. Kawei and I are discussing important work. If you have anything to do, you can go to the nurse first. If the nurse can't solve it, please wait outside the door for a while. It will be over soon."

Mick was accustomed to privileges and thought that Kawei would say a few words for him, but the young man said nothing.

In front of him was the imperial baron who was carrying a title. Mick didn't dare to make any mistakes, so he had to retreat silently.

Kawei and Ignatz were indeed chatting about important work, which was a summary of their recent work. In fact, they had chatted many times in the office, and this time it was mainly to prepare for the general meeting of the College of Surgery tomorrow.

"The first half of the meeting was a speech by several other directors and I, mainly talking about the new surgical techniques and some interesting operations recently." Ignatz held the new cleft lip technology given by Kawei in his hand and valued it very much.

At this conference, "I will make the method you mentioned available to the public at that time."

"Teacher, you only tried it three times on the corpse."

"So I'm just making a simple announcement without making a conclusion." Ignatz has already thought about the steps that need to be done. "After the conference is over, I will choose two typical cleft lip patients to try the surgery. Believe me, I will

It will be successful.”

Ignatz succeeded twice in three attempts. According to contemporary surgical success rates, this is already a mature technology that can enter clinical practice. Anyway, the technology is given away. How to deal with it is Ignatz's business, not Kawei's.

He knows how to intervene, but the important thing is the content of his report: "The second half will be the surgery report."

"Yes, cesarean section is tentatively ranked 11th, which is already very low. It's a very good ranking."

Ignatz looked through the report prepared by Kawei: "I have read everything you wrote last night. This report is very enlightening for every surgeon who wants to overcome the difficulties of cesarean section.

Compared with those general, ridiculous news reports in newspapers that are only eye-catching but without any nutrition, this is what is truly suitable for our surgeons."

Kawei nodded: "After the cesarean section, it should be your appendix."

"Well, Father Schmidt's appendix is ​​number 12."

In fact, in Kawei's view, this appendix is ​​not only too long, but also infected with roundworms. The most important thing is that the end of the appendix is ​​not ordinary inflammation, but has become cancerous. After the canceration, the appendix became necrotic, which caused "appendicitis"

". With several tags on his body, this appendix can definitely become the final highlight.

But it was placed at the finale: "I estimate that the appendix will take 20 minutes. The first 10 minutes will explain the operation process, and the last 10 minutes will briefly talk about the relationship between roundworms and cancer at the end of the appendix." [2]

What was really put on the pressure table was the temporary compound trauma first aid performed by Kawei.

For Ignatz, cesarean section surgery is just a matter of success rate. Kawei succeeded, but the key to success lies in the control of details such as the incision, placenta, contraction assistance, suturing, etc., as well as the size of the operation.

The direction has not changed, so it ranks high.

My own appendectomy showed cancer, roundworms, and mutations. It looked scary, but it was still the same problem, and the general direction of the surgery had not changed. [3]

In Ignatz's eyes, surgery is just the work of the knife. There is no systematic concept of the perioperative period, and there cannot be one because of the preoperative examination and evaluation, intraoperative pathology, and postoperative care that match the perioperative period.

not a single one.

"I'm on stage"

Kawei's expression of embarrassment was definitely not because of nervousness. For him, this kind of scene was as simple as chatting. What he was worried about was the difficulty caused by his colleagues who claimed to be gentlemen: "I, a commoner, would be too embarrassed to stand on the stage?"

This time even Ignatz, who had always been bold, felt it was outrageous.

Those who can speak on the stage at the surgical conference of the School of Surgery are all chief physicians with many years of experience in operating surgeries. Hills and Hermann can only listen in after working for so many years. Standing on the podium is not only a symbol of strength, but also a sign of strength.

It is a symbol of status.

He knew very well the attitude of the stubborn upper class towards low-level civilians like Kawei. It was okay to boo and make things difficult, but he was afraid that those guys with titles would just knock him off the stage.

I'm afraid it will be difficult to handle.

"On the ranking list given to my father, yours was the highlight. The highlight was his rhinoplasty surgery, and my appendix also had to be moved forward. Later, after hearing what I said about the surgery, he

So I changed the order of the list.”

Ignatz shook his head: "Due to time constraints, in order to add your two operations, three doctors lost the opportunity to go on stage."

Kawei frowned: "Can't we extend the time?"

"It has already been a full seven hours of conference, divided into two parts: morning and afternoon. If it is extended any longer, it may have to be extended into the evening." Ignatz was also helpless, "and it was my father and his two students at the School of Surgery who said
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