I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 468: The Strongest Field Hospital in Europe (Seeking monthly tickets at the end of the month)
Seeing that the other party was unwilling to give in because he had arrived a few minutes earlier, Fernandez said helplessly:
"Major, if you are willing to give me the opportunity to be admitted to the hospital, I can pay you 500 florins."

"No, I don't want your money."

"Eight hundred florins."

"no……"

Fernánd gritted his teeth, pulled Hedwig and limped a few steps to the side, lowering his voice and saying:

"I can give you three pieces of 'square armor' in exchange for the chance to be admitted to the hospital."

"Square armor?!" The latter's eyes suddenly lit up. He knew that it was the French army's latest mysterious "armor" that could block bullets and save lives at critical moments!

Fellinanc nodded: "Brand new."

Hedwig was somewhat tempted - the French army kept the "square armor" strictly secret and it could not be bought even if you had money. There were a small number of them in the Austrian army, most of which were secretly removed from the bodies of dead French soldiers by soldiers.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Fernandez had no choice but to continue to increase his stake:
"Four pieces. That's all I have."

"Deal." Hedwig finally couldn't hold it anymore.

He had seen the "square armor", four pieces of which could almost cover the entire chest. His injuries should last for a few days. If he waited in the French field hospital and went in immediately when there was an empty bed, he would probably still have time. If he got those "square armor", he would have an extra life, so this deal was worth it.

Fellinanc then motioned for him to get in the car, took out a thick cloth bag from the box, and whispered:

"You must be careful not to be seen by the French."

According to the French army's requirements, anyone who obtains these things must return them, otherwise they will use force to take them back.

Hedwig opened the cloth bag and saw a square metallic object inside. It was the bulletproof insert equipped by the Guards Infantry.

He carefully checked and confirmed that all four pieces were fine. He happily rewrapped them and forgot the pain of the wound for a moment:
"You can be admitted to the hospital now. I wish you a speedy recovery."

Fernandez nodded painfully and turned to get out of the car.

You know, these "square armors" could be sold for 5 florins each in the Austrian army, but they were still in short supply. It is said that Marshal Lacy personally went to ask French General Kellermann for one, but he failed to get one.

He pushed Perna aside and said to the disinfectant behind her, "We have reached an agreement. Your Excellency the Military Doctor, please let me be admitted to the hospital."

The latter took a step back with a strange look on his face, then bowed to Perna and said, "Look at this..."

Perna sighed softly. Women in this era had a low status, and she had long been accustomed to this situation. She turned to Fernández and said, "Please lie down there. I will check your wound and then disinfect it."

Due to the shortage of beds in field hospitals, foreign wounded must be confirmed to need treatment before they can be admitted to the hospital.

Fellinanc looked at her in surprise and asked the disinfectant, "Does your washerwoman also know how to treat injuries?"

"Ahem..." The latter could no longer hold back and said in a bad tone, "Please be careful with your words. This is our person in charge, Doctor Perna!"

"Ah? She's a military doctor?" Fellinanque's eyes widened, "And she's the person in charge?!"

The disinfectant pointed behind him and said, "This field hospital was founded by Dr. Perna. She is also the royal doctor of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Perna blushed. Actually, the Crown Prince had another royal physician. She just used the excuse of a routine checkup to stick to His Highness. "This, this..." Fernandez raised his hat to Perna and saluted. "Please forgive my rashness, respected doctor."

Even after entering the field hospital, he was still feeling nervous. He was worried that he might have offended the person in charge here. What if they treated his injuries perfunctorily?
He hurriedly whispered to his attendant, "Go get 500 florins and prepare a generous gift. I hope this will appease the doctor's anger."

Then he discovered that the field hospital was full of female medical staff wearing white uniforms and swallowtail hats.

Soon, a girl about eighteen or nineteen years old with a pair of beautiful big eyes came to his bedside and said with a smile: "You are not French, can you understand French?"

"Yes, I speak French."

"Oh, great." The girl said, "I'm Annai, your nurse. I'm going to take your temperature now."

"Nurse?" Fernandez repeated the word in surprise.

"You can think of me as someone who helps the doctor take care of you." Annai smiled sweetly, "Now please open your mouth and don't bite the thermometer."

Fellinanc looked at her leaving back, his mind filled with her vibrant eyes and graceful waist.

Ten days later.

After careful treatment at the French field hospital, Fernandez's wounds did not become infected and had begun to scab over.

In fact, there was no treatment, just regular wound disinfection and taking some "Crown Prince's Blessing". But for the wounded in this era, this was already top medical treatment.

Doctors in other countries would likely use unsterile bandages - perhaps just taken from some unfortunate person who died of infection - to bandage the wounded, which would then cause the wound to become infected.

As for infection from clothes, bedding, and even water, it was also common. Basically, except for the extremely strong soldiers, the slightest injury would kill them from infection.

In Perna's field hospital, she strictly followed all the key points that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had instructed her to do - bedding, clothing, and bandages must be steamed and sterilized on time, medical equipment must be soaked in 75% alcohol, the environment must be disinfected with alcohol every day, and cold boiled water must be used to clean wounds and drink...

As long as no vital organs are damaged, more than 70% of the injured can recover. In other countries, this proportion is less than 20%.

This proportion is rising to 80% as Perna introduces HRH the Crown Prince's improved hemostatic forceps and fishhook-shaped suture needles into surgery.

The high recovery rate made the soldiers more courageous and fearless - everyone believed that if they were injured, they only needed to stay in the field hospital for a few days and they would be fine. This directly enhanced the combat effectiveness of the Guards Corps.

In addition, there were singing and dancing performances by nurses in the field hospital from time to time.

Before coming to work in the Guards Corps, more than half of these nurses were engaged in the "service" industry. After all, most women of that era were unwilling to work in the medical industry, so Perna could only select people from the "fallen" group.

So most of these girls have some talents - they were trained in the previous stores.

For soldiers, being injured and admitted to a field hospital was almost a reward.

In a secluded corner of the field hospital, Annaie sat on Férinec's lap, her arms around his neck, whispering something and occasionally letting out a giggle.

Suddenly, a French lieutenant with his left hand hanging on his chest rushed out from behind the tent next to him, pointed at the Austrian with his right hand and shouted angrily: "You bastard, let Annai go!"

(End of this chapter)