I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 1073 Danger Surrounded
When Bolton and others arrived at Dr. Brusk's clinic, they met Congressman Egerton's assistant and several officials from the government investment fund walking out of the villa, apparently they had just finished visiting.

Yesterday, Brusque transferred the two injured people to his clinic for further treatment, citing insufficient medical equipment.

Led by his servant into the clinic's ward, Bolton found Sir Hope, director of Chatham Dockyard, and two officers from the Naval Board.

Bolton hurried forward and saluted Hope and the officers. After a brief greeting, he looked at the bed.

Sander was wrapped in bandages like a mummy, but he still recognized from the pair of exposed eyes that he was indeed the company's former chief technician.

Rice, who was also covered in bandages, was lying on another bed in the corner, groaning in pain from time to time.

Bolton sat down on the chair beside the bed, and only then could he see clearly that Sander's eyes were bloodshot and the skin around his eyes was covered with medicine, making him look extremely miserable.

Well, Sander stayed up all night yesterday to make himself look more seriously injured.

"I'm... sorry..." Sander said with difficulty when he saw his boss coming, "I shouldn't... violate the rules..."

Bolton hurriedly comforted him, "No, no, everyone knows that you just want to complete the research and development as soon as possible."

Falconer turned and looked at Dr. Brusk: "How long do you think it will take for Mr. Sandel to recover?"

"Not very good." The doctor said solemnly, "To be honest, I'm afraid there's no doctor in all of London who can make Mr. Sandel fully recover."

Sander's "cousin" Frank said, "Dr. Brusk suggested that my brother go to France for treatment. After all, there are the best medical technologies in Europe."

No one refuted it. In recent years, almost all the top medical papers have come from France, as well as new medical devices and drugs such as syringes, stethoscopes, and glucose. Nowadays, when British dignitaries are seriously ill, they will travel thousands of miles to France for medical treatment.

Sandor let out a hoarse groan at the right moment: "It hurts... so much."

Bolton comforted him in a distracted manner, and Dr. Brusk politely signaled to the others, "Gentlemen, the visit has been too long, and the patient needs to rest now."

Bolton and others had no choice but to get up and say goodbye.

In front of the clinic's door, Colonel Watson of the Navy Committee suddenly looked at Hope, who was about to get on the carriage, and frowned and said, "Sir Hope, don't you think this is a little strange?"

The latter stopped and turned around: "Strange? What do you mean?"

"Engine 180 was about to be completed, but something like this happened." Colonel Watson glanced back at the clinic, "The chief designer was seriously injured and now has to go to France for treatment.

"I remember that Mr. Sandel had worked in France for many years. This is too much of a coincidence."

He and Hope should be the people in the world who care most about the development of high-power steam engines by Bolton-Watt Company.

Yes, the British Naval Committee has decided to design a brand new three-level steam battleship based on Engine 180. This will be an epoch-making and powerful battleship.

Watson was the officer in charge of the project, and Chatham Dockyard was the builder of the warship. The contract amount was as high as £35.

The unexpected explosion of the new steam engine currently under development is likely to ruin Britain's next generation of warships. It is difficult for Watson not to have doubts about this.

Hope hesitated and said, “Do you think Mr. Sandel accepted the benefits from the French and then interfered with the research and development progress at the cost of being seriously injured or even killed?
"Excuse me, this is too unbelievable."

The captain beside Watson said coldly: "What if he is not injured?"

"Ah? You saw it just now, too. He..."

"I just saw him lying there." The captain's voice was still cold.

"This is easy to verify." Hope said, "Let's find a reliable doctor to check on him." Watson nodded, "Let Major Sean come over tomorrow."

Sean is a military doctor with whom he has a close personal relationship.

At the same time, the security agents on Sander's side also got busy. According to the request of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, Hart made a detailed plan for this operation, which included dealing with the suspicion of the British.

Eight o'clock the next morning.

Watson brought Hope and others to the Brusque Clinic again.

After seeing Brusque, Watson gestured to the military doctor beside him: "This is Major Sean, the best doctor in the Royal Navy.

"If even he is helpless, it won't be too late for Mr. Sandel to go to France."

Brusque was very unhappy. It was an insult for Watson to bring a doctor to his clinic to treat his patients.

"Mr. Sandel has just had his dressing changed. If we remove the bandages and check the injury now, it may affect his recovery."

Watson smiled, glanced at the soldier with a gun behind him, and said calmly: "What if I insist?"

Suddenly, Sander's weak voice came from the ward: "Please let...Mr. Sean...try it."

Frank also looked at Brusque: "I know this is a little inappropriate, but if it can save my brother some pain, please do it for God's sake."

The latter hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded: "Well, I hope you won't disappoint Mr. Sandel."

He pushed open the door of the ward: "Please come in."

"Thank you for your generosity." Sean bowed, stepped into the house, and then signaled his assistant to open the medicine box.

Watson, Hope and others followed suit, but were stopped by Brucek: "Colonel, burn patients need to minimize dust around them after the bandages are removed. Please don't get too close."

Sean turned and nodded to Watson, indicating that he was right.

Watson and Hope had no choice but to stand a dozen steps away and watch the military doctor perform the operation.

Sean first carefully removed the bandage on Sander's left hand and immediately frowned.

The hand had obviously suffered severe burns, with the epidermis almost completely peeling off, revealing the light yellow fat layer underneath, and even some blood vessels could be seen.

To be on the safe side, Sean began to remove the bandage on Sander's chest. Soon, a large area of ​​burns appeared in front of him again.

As a doctor with decades of medical experience, he could tell at a glance that this was no disguise and that inflammation had already occurred in several places.

He removed the bandage all the way up to Sander's nose, which was also torn and looked horrible.

Brusque coughed lightly and said, "Please be kind to me as a doctor and stop torturing poor Mr. Sandel."

Sean sighed and nodded as he re-tied the bandage.

Based on the injuries he had just seen, he could almost conclude that Mr. Sandel would die in pain within a month.

(End of this chapter)