I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 1074 Misfortunes never come singly
Sean walked up to Watson and whispered, "Very serious burns all over the body. I think it would be hard for me to do more than Mr. Brusque."

From the bed in the corner came Les's low moan again: "God...please forgive...me..."

Watson frowned and nodded: "That's a real shame."

Brucek said rudely, "So, can I let my patient rest now?"

Colonel Watson waited for Frank, who had escorted them out, to return to the clinic. He turned his head and said to Hope, "It seems that I thought too much. Now, we have to think of other ways to ensure that Engine 180 can be completed as planned."

"Actually, you can be more optimistic." Hope said, "All the drawings and materials are intact, and Mr. Watt has taken over the development work. You know, he is a master who has won the Supreme Louis Award."

Although Watson scoffed at the French award, the fact that Watt was recognized by a hostile country was enough to show his extraordinary ability.

His expression softened a little: “Regarding the adjustments to research and development, please submit a report to the Navy Committee.

"Now, let's go to the Steam Engine Company."

In Brusque's clinic, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

At Brusk's signal, two assistants carefully moved "Sander" off the bed, placed him on a stretcher, and carried him out of the house.

At the same time, the secret compartment under the bed was pushed open, and the real Sander crawled out from it.

Brusk immediately began to apply ointment to his body, then carefully wrapped it with a bandage.

Yes, the man Sean just examined was a London worker named Cruise, who was burned all over his body last week when a boiling water pump at a chemical plant ruptured.

In this era of little safety awareness, it is not uncommon for people to suffer serious burns. The Security Bureau found three people who met the requirements at the same time, and finally selected Cruise, who was closest to Sander in size.

This time, the Security Bureau took advantage of human's habitual thinking.

Before, Watson and Hope had seen Sandel and Rice covered in bandages in the ward, and subconsciously thought that they were still lying on the same bed.

Before entering the room, Sander, who was hiding in the secret compartment, spoke out, which further deepened Watson and others' belief that "Sander was on the hospital bed."

Later, Les's moans on the other bed helped them confirm again that "this one here is Sandor."

Dr. Sean didn't know Sander. Even though Hope had described Sander's appearance to him before, it would have been difficult for him to tell that it was another person through the ointment on his face.

Even so, Brusk did not let him remove the bandage on the fake Sandor's eyes just to be on the safe side.

As for Les, that was him. If Sean really went to check him, he would be exposed immediately.

But under the circumstances at that time, who would care about an unknown little technician?
Especially when Sean saw that Sander was injured like this, he subconsciously thought that the young technician who had the same experience would not be able to recover either.

Well, if he really wanted to go to Chalais, Brusque would pretend to be angry and tell him not to go too far.

Although the whole plan was extremely risky, it was also difficult to find flaws. When Cruise died - his injuries were impossible to cure in this era, and his family handed him over to a pharmaceutical factory for "testing burn medicine" after receiving 5 pounds - there was no one outside the Security Bureau who knew about the whole thing.

Later, with the confirmation of the British Naval Committee, Sander was able to easily return to France for "medical treatment", and given his horrific injuries, the British were too lazy to send anyone to keep an eye on him - he would probably have died before he even reached Paris.

On the other hand, Watt resumed his position as the company's chief technician and immediately began to study the technical drawings left by Sandel.

He was soon impressed by the creativity of this "second-class apprentice" at that time - the design on the drawing used a back-flame multi-tube boiler, which could greatly improve the heat transfer efficiency of coal combustion, which was more than 20% higher than the traditional method.

No wonder the power of this steam engine is so high. Watt began to secretly rejoice again. Now this wonderful design belongs to him. When Engine 180 is developed, who will remember that there is a poor guy named Sander who contributed more than 90% to this machine?
Of course, this steam engine was not designed by Sandel, but the result of the joint efforts of more than a dozen technicians in the French Union Steam Engine Company. Although it was finally proved to have serious defects, it is still undeniable that its design is very delicate and ingenious.

In fact, this design is very similar to the short-cylinder steam engine invented by the famous French technician Marc Seguin in the early 19th century. It is worth mentioning that Seguin's great-grandson is the founder of the famous French Safran Group.

Watt spent several nights familiarizing himself with Sandel's design, and then asked the company to allocate 8 pounds, summoned technicians from the experimental workshop, and began to replicate Engine 180.

On the second day after the construction of the new Engine 180 started, a manager in charge of the company's procurement rushed into Bolton's office sweating profusely and said anxiously: "Mr. General Manager, there was a fire at the Hussmann Machinery Manufacturing Plant half a month ago, and it is now on the verge of bankruptcy!"

Bolton felt dizzy when he heard this.

Hussmann Maschinenfabrik was the Dutch company that supplied his company with the steam pressure gauges.

Among the several steam engines produced by the company today, except for the standard pressure model first developed by Watt, all use the Dutch pressure gauge.

Bolton tried to calm himself down, and pulled the manager aside and said, "The scale of that company should not be large. We can inject capital to prevent them from going bankrupt."

The latter said with a bitter face: "I'm afraid that's unlikely. I saw their factory area, which has been burned to ruins. It is said that Mr. Carlis van Manhas, the owner of the factory, was also in the factory at the time, and he is likely to have died."

Bolton paused for a few seconds, then asked again, "How long can the pressure gauges we have in stock last?"

"Less than a month, Mr. General Manager."

Bolton felt dizzy again and shouted to his assistant outside the door: "Caris, have all the senior technicians come to my office immediately!"

Three hours later.

Bolton looked gloomily at Bell, the technician who was most familiar with the company's high-pressure steam engines. "Are you saying that there is no pressure gauge that can replace the Dutch one?"

The latter nodded nervously: "Our steam engine was originally designed to match the characteristics of the pressure gauge in the Hussmann factory."

Watt immediately said: "Then change the design as soon as possible!"

"This..." Bell whispered, "Even if we change the design, we can't buy products with a pressure resistance of more than 0.5MPa in the whole country."

(End of this chapter)