Chapter 711 Terrifying Medical Skills
Joseph immediately raised his forehead.
If he hadn't known that Perna was kind-hearted, he might have thought that she was going to murder her.
After Perna finished speaking, she realized that she had made a mistake—alcohol can choke a person half to death if it reaches the mouth, and it can really kill someone if it enters the lungs.
"No, no, this shouldn't work..." She murmured and shook her head.
The imperial doctor Gruset on the side carefully reminded: "Your Highness, if all other methods are ineffective, you may need to perform bloodletting..."
"Absolutely not!" Joseph and Perna said in unison.
"Wait a minute," Perna suddenly remembered something, "We still have a way that we haven't tried yet!"
Joseph tilted his head: "You mean?"
"Your Highness, I remember you said that 'antibiotics' are used to eliminate bacteria in the body?"
Joseph nodded: "Yes, but we didn't..."
Perna came closer and whispered: "I heard from my father that some have been synthesized."
Joseph was immediately overjoyed: "You mean...'type one antibiotic'?"
The so-called "type 1 antibiotic" is the code name of penicillin developed in France.
"It's about 7.5 grams." Perna nodded and said nervously, "Oh, I heard it accidentally, it wasn't my father who leaked it..."
"It doesn't matter." Joseph patted her and turned to Eman, "Please prepare a carriage to take Camelia to the Paris Pharmaceutical Factory."
The Paris Pharmaceutical Factory was the workshop that Joseph had purchased for Lamarck, but at this time its scale had expanded more than ten times than before.
On the surface, the factory produces "Dauphin's Blessing", "Tocopherol", "Disinfectant Alcohol" and other medical preparations, but at its core it is the most advanced medical laboratory in Europe, chaired by Dr. Lamarck, 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. Lamarque, who had dark circles under his eyes, heard that the Crown Prince was here and hurried over.
Joseph asked immediately without waiting for him to salute:
"Dr. Lamarck, I heard Perna say that there are 7.5 grams of 'type 1 antibiotics' in the laboratory?"
"Yes, Your Highness." Lamarck's expression was a little proud, "The output of a pharmaceutical factory in one year and five months."
Joseph sighed secretly, this output was really too low.
You know, this laboratory consumes 150,000 francs a year.
Penicillin costs almost 30,000 francs per gram!
He was a little confused: "What about the output in the past two years?"
This laboratory has been operating for three years, but has only produced one and a half years.
Lamarck said with some embarrassment: "Actually, before August last year, only 0.9 grams were produced here. All of them were used to verify the efficacy of the medicine."
Joseph immediately thought of something: "So, last August you..."
Lamarck smiled and nodded: "We have developed a high-yielding strain, Your Highness, thanks to your magical genetic theory."
Joseph Xin said, your high-yielding strain is not very high-yielding, but this can be regarded as a historic breakthrough.
Camelia coughed from the stretcher behind her.
Joseph hurriedly said: "Doctor Lamarck, Camelia's lungs are infected and her condition is very dangerous. I want to treat her with 'type one antibiotics'."
Lamarque raised his hand, tried Camelia's forehead, pressed it on her neck, and silently counted her pulse. Perna added on the side: "It was 39.6 degrees before departure, father. She had had a fever on and off for half a month before."
Dr. Lamarck frowned and said to Joseph: "Your Highness, judging from Miss Delvaux's situation, the existing amount of medicine is definitely not enough.
"According to our previous experiments on rabbits, a 2 kilogram rabbit needs 0.06 grams to effectively inhibit pneumonia. Based on Miss Delvaux's estimated weight, about 15 grams is enough."
Joseph took a deep breath and said: "Try it as much as possible."
He remembered that animals take more medicine than humans. The 50-pound golden retriever raised by his previous instructor got sick and took more medicine than he did.
"Okay, Your Highness." Dr. Lamarck nodded solemnly, and then ordered the assistant on the side, "vacate room 105 and prepare for surgery!"
Although Joseph was a little strange, it was just a little penicillin, why did he need surgery? But then he thought that maybe Dr. Lamarck's wording was inaccurate, so he didn't pay much attention.
20 minutes later.
Dr. Lamarck and his 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 Camelia's arm.
Joseph, who was watching on the sidelines, suddenly felt bad and hurriedly stopped him: "Doctor Lamarck, what are you going to do?"
Lamarck said very confidently: "Your Highness, after repeated tests, I have found that intravenous injection of 'type 1 antibiotics' is more effective than enema."
Joseph automatically filtered out the "enema" and asked: "How do you hold the scalpel for intravenous injection?"
Before Lamarck could answer, Perna pointed to the goose quill on the tray and explained to him: "Your Highness, the doctor will make a cut in the patient's vein and insert the goose quill into the vein through the cut."
She pointed to the yellow "skin bag" held by another assistant: "The medicine is put into the pig bladder, passed through the other end of the goose quill, and squeezed into the patient's body."
Joseph's face turned green. No wonder Lamarck said he needed an operation, it turned out that this was the injection!
Only then did he remember that it seemed that no doctor of this era had ever used a syringe.
He asked Perna in a low voice: "So, you don't have a syringe yet?"
"Syringe?"
"It is a tool that uses a needle to inject drugs into the patient's body."
Perna's eyes widened and she shook her head: "No."
In fact, it would be half a century before the world's first medical syringe was invented.
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 when he was given an intravenous drip in his previous life. When the nurse mixed the antibiotics, there was far less powder in the bottle.
He figured it out immediately.
If you do it according to Lamarck, the wound will continue to bleed and a lot of medicine will be flushed out of the body. There must be a lot of medicine left in that pig's bladder.
The amount of medication will definitely increase significantly!
"Please wait a moment, Doctor Lamarck," Joseph raised his hand, "I know a tool that can better deliver drugs into the human body. A syringe."
Not long after, Lamarck and others looked at the sketch of the syringe drawn by Joseph. They could not hide their shock and nodded in praise:
"How can you deliver drugs into the patient's body like this? It's so wonderful!"
"The amount of bleeding should be very small."
"With this tool, almost anyone can be as good as a top doctor!"
(End of chapter)