I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 711 Terrible Medical Skills
Joseph immediately held his forehead.

If he didn't know that Perna was kind-hearted, he would probably have thought she was going to murder him.

After Perna finished speaking, she realized that she had been stupid - if alcohol went into the mouth, it would choke a person to death, and if it went into the lungs, it would really kill the person.

"No, no, this won't work..." She murmured and shook her head.

The imperial physician Grusai cautiously reminded: "Your Highness, if all other methods are ineffective, you should perform bloodletting..."

"Absolutely not!" Joseph and Perna said in unison.

"Wait," Perna suddenly remembered something, "There is still a method we haven't tried yet!"

Joseph tilted his head: "You mean?"

"Your Highness, I remember you said that 'antibiotics' are used to kill bacteria in the body?"

Joseph nodded: "Yes, but we didn't..."

Perna moved closer and whispered, "I heard from my father that some have been synthesized."

Joseph was immediately delighted: "You mean...'Type 1 antibiotics'?"

The so-called "Type 1 antibiotic" is the research and development code name of penicillin in France.

"About 7.5 grams." Perna nodded, then said nervously, "Oh, I heard it by accident, it wasn't leaked by my father..."

"It's okay." Joseph patted her and turned to Emand and said, "Please prepare a carriage to take Camelia to the Paris Pharmaceutical Factory."

The Paris Pharmaceutical Factory was the workshop that Joseph had originally purchased for Lamarck, but its scale had now expanded more than ten times compared to before.

The factory ostensibly produced medical preparations such as "Blessing of the Crown Prince", "Tocopherol" and "Disinfectant Alcohol", but its core was one of the most advanced medical laboratories in Europe, directed by Dr. Lamarck, which was used to develop penicillin.

More than forty minutes later.

Under the watchful eyes of the royal guards in charge of security, several carriages drove through three gates and entered the most mysterious courtyard on the north side of the pharmaceutical factory.

Dr. Lamarck, with dark circles under his eyes, heard that the Crown Prince had arrived and hurried over.

Joseph asked without waiting for him to salute:

"Dr. Lamarck, I heard from Perna that there are 7.5 grams of 'Type antibiotics' in the laboratory?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Lamarque's expression was a little proud. "The output of the pharmaceutical factory in one year and five months."

Joseph sighed secretly, the output was really too low.

You know, this laboratory consumes 15 francs a year.

The cost of each gram of penicillin is about 3 francs!
He was a little puzzled again: "What about the production in the past two years?"

The laboratory has been in operation for three years, but has only produced output for one and a half years.

Lamarck said somewhat embarrassedly: "In fact, before August last year, only 0.9 grams were produced here. All of it was used for efficacy verification."

Joseph immediately thought of something: "So, last August you..."

Lamarck smiled and nodded: "Your Highness, we have cultivated a high-yield strain, thanks to your amazing genetic theory."

Joseph thought to himself, your high-yield strain is not that high-yielding, but it is still a historic breakthrough.

Camelia's coughing could be heard from the stretcher behind her.

Joseph said hurriedly: "Doctor Lamarck, Camelia's lungs are infected and the situation is very dangerous. I want to treat her with 'Type 1 antibiotics'."

Lamarque raised his hand, tested Camelia's forehead, and then pressed on her neck, silently calculating her pulse. Perna added, "It was 39.6 degrees before we left, father. She had been having a fever off and on for half a month before that."

Dr. Lamarque frowned and said to Joseph, “Your Highness, judging from Miss Delvaux’s condition, the existing amount of medicine is definitely not enough.

"According to our previous experiments on rabbits, a 2-kilogram rabbit would need 0.06 grams to effectively suppress pneumonia. Based on Miss Delvaux's weight, about 15 grams would be enough."

Joseph took a deep breath and said, "Try your best."

He remembered that the dosage of medicine used by animals was greater than that used by humans. When his mentor's former golden retriever, weighing 50 kilograms, fell ill, it took an even greater amount of medicine than he did.

"Okay, Your Highness." Dr. Lamarck nodded solemnly and instructed his assistant, "Empty room 105 and prepare for surgery!"

Although Joseph was a little puzzled, why did they need surgery when it was just a matter of using penicillin? But he immediately thought that it might be that Dr. Lamarck's wording was inaccurate, so he didn't pay much attention to it.

20 minute later.

Dr. Lamarck and three assistants put on masks, carefully took out the precious penicillin from the box, and weighed it very carefully.

Then, Dr. Lamarck pulled out a scalpel and lifted Camelia's arm.

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Joseph, who was watching from the side, felt something was wrong and hurriedly spoke up to stop him: "Dr. Lamarck, what are you going to do?"

Lamarck said confidently, "Your Highness, after repeated tests, I have found that 'Type 1 antibiotics' are more effective when injected intravenously than by enema."

Joseph automatically filtered out "enema" and asked, "If it's an intravenous injection, how do you hold the scalpel?"

Before Lamarck could answer, Perna pointed to the goose feather tube on the tray and explained: "Your Highness, the doctor will make an incision in the patient's vein and insert the goose feather tube into the vein through the incision."

She pointed to a yellow "skin bag" held by another assistant: "The medicine is put into a pig bladder and squeezed into the patient's body through the other end of the goose feather tube."

Joseph's face turned green. No wonder Lamarck said he wanted to have surgery, it turned out that this is how the injection was done!

Only then did he remember that he seemed to have never seen doctors of this era use syringes.

He whispered to Perna, "So, there's no syringe yet?"

"syringe?"

“It’s a tool that uses a needle to inject medicine into a patient’s body.”

Perna's eyes widened and she shook her head: "No."

In fact, the world's first medical syringe would not be invented for another half a century.

Joseph looked at the small spoonful of penicillin powder in Lamarck's hand - that was the amount of medicine Camelia needed at one time - and recalled the scene of his own intravenous drip in his previous life. When the nurse was mixing the antibiotics, there was far less powder in the bottle.

He immediately figured it out.

According to Lamarck's method, the wound will continue to bleed, flushing a lot of medicine out of the body. There must be a lot of medicine left in the pig's bladder.

This dosage will inevitably increase significantly!

"Wait a moment, Dr. Lamarck," Joseph raised his hand to signal, "I know a better way to deliver medicine into the body. A syringe."

Soon, Lamarck and others looked at the syringe sketch drawn by Joseph, and they were all shocked and nodded in praise:
"How can you deliver medicine into a patient's body this way? It's really ingenious!"

"The amount of bleeding should be very minimal."

"With this kind of tool, anyone can be as good as a top doctor!"

(End of this chapter)