I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 711 Terrible Medical Skills

Joseph immediately held his forehead.

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

After Perna finished speaking, she realized that she had made a fool of herself - alcohol in the mouth could choke a person to death, and if it entered the lungs, it would really kill a person.

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

The imperial physician Grouset beside him carefully 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, "We still have a method we haven't tried yet!"

Joseph tilted his head: "What do you mean?"

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

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

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

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

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

"About 5 grams." Perna nodded, and said nervously, "Oh, I heard it by accident, not leaked by my father..."

"It doesn't matter." Joseph patted her and turned to Emmanuel, "Please prepare a carriage to take Camelia to the Paris Pharmaceutical Factory."

The Paris Pharmaceutical Factory is the workshop that Joseph bought for Lamarck, but its scale has expanded more than ten times than before.

The factory produces medical preparations such as "Crown Prince's Blessing", "Tocopherol", and "Disinfectant Alcohol", but its core is a most advanced medical laboratory in Europe, which is run by Dr. Lamarck and used to develop penicillin.

More than forty minutes later.

Several carriages drove through three gates under the watchful eyes of the royal guards responsible for security and entered the most mysterious courtyard on the north side of the pharmaceutical factory.

Dr. Lamarck, with dark circles under his eyes, hurried over when he heard that the Crown Prince had come.

Joseph asked immediately without waiting for him to salute:

"Dr. Lamarck, I heard from Perna that there are 5 grams of "Type 1 Antibiotics" in the laboratory?"

"Yes, Your Highness." Lamarck's expression was a little proud, "The output of the pharmaceutical factory for 1 year and 5 months."

Joseph sighed secretly, this output was really too low.

You know, this laboratory consumes 150,000 francs of funds a year.

Almost every gram of penicillin costs 30,000 francs!

He was a little puzzled again: "What about the production in the past two years?"

This laboratory has been running for 3 years, but it has only produced for one and a half years.

Lamarck said a little embarrassedly: "In fact, before August last year, only 9 grams were produced here. All of them were used for drug efficacy verification."

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

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

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

Camelia's cough came from the stretcher behind him.

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

Lamarck raised his hand, tried Camelia's forehead, pressed on her neck, and silently calculated her pulse.

Perna added, "It was 6 degrees before we left, father. She had been having a fever for half a month."

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

"According to our previous experiments on rabbits, a 2-kilogram rabbit needs 0.6 grams to effectively suppress pneumonia. According to Miss Delvo's weight, it will take about 15 grams."

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

He remembered that animals use more medicine than humans. The 50-pound golden retriever that his mentor raised before got sick and took more medicine than himself.

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

Although Joseph was a little surprised, why did he need surgery when it was just a little penicillin? But he immediately thought that it might be that Dr. Lamarck's wording was inaccurate, so he didn't care too much.

20 minutes 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 pulled up Camelia's arm.

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

Lamarck said very confidently: "Your Highness, after repeated experiments, 'Type 1 antibiotics' are more effective than enema when injected intravenously."

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

Before Lamarck answered, Perna pointed to the goose feather tube in the tray next to him and explained to him: "Your Highness, the doctor will cut an incision in the patient's vein and insert the goose feather tube into the vein from the incision. ”

She pointed to the yellow “skin bag” held by another assistant: “The medicine is put into the 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 do surgery, it turned out that this is how the injection was done!

He then remembered that he seemed to have never seen doctors of this era use syringes.

He whispered to Perna: "So, there are no syringes yet?"

"Syringes?"

"It's a tool that uses a needle to inject medicine into the patient's body."

Perna widened her eyes and shook her head: "No."

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

Joseph looked at the small spoonful of penicillin powder in Lamarck's hand - that was the amount of medicine Camelia took at one time - and recalled the scene of his previous life when he was getting an IV drip. When the nurse mixed the antibiotics, there was far less powder in the medicine bottle.

He immediately figured it out.

According to Lamarck's method, the wound would 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.

The amount of medicine must have increased significantly!

"Please wait a moment, Dr. Lamarck," Joseph raised his hand to signal, "I know a tool that can better deliver drugs into the human body. A syringe."

Soon, Lamarck and others looked at the sketch of the syringe drawn by Joseph, all of them could not hide their shock, and kept nodding and praising:

"It is possible to deliver drugs into the patient's body in this way? It is so ingenious!"

"The amount of bleeding should be very small."

"With this tool, anyone can be comparable to the top doctors!"