Chapter 802: Chapter 710: Terrifying dical Skills
Joseph imdiately held his forehead.
If he hadn’t known how kind-hearted Perna was, he might have thought she was plotting a murder.
After finishing her statent, Perna also realized her foolishness—drinking alcohol could choke soone to death, and if it entered the lungs, it would indeed be fatal.
“No no, this shouldn’t work…” she muttered, shaking her head.
Beside her, the Imperial Physician Gruisi cautiously reminded: “Your Highness, if all other thods have been ineffective, perhaps we should consider bloodletting…”
“Absolutely not!” Joseph and Perna glared at him, speaking in unison.
“Wait,” Perna suddenly rembered sothing, “We haven’t tried one thod yet!”
Joseph tilted his head: “What do you an?”
“Your Highness, didn’t you say ‘antibiotics’ are used to eliminate bacteria in the body?”
Joseph nodded: “Yes, but we don’t have…”
Perna leaned in and whispered, “I heard from my father that so have already been synthesized.”
Joseph was overjoyed: “You an… ‘Type I Antibiotics’?”
The so-called “Type I Antibiotics” is the developnt code na for Penicillin in France.
“About 7.5 grams.” Perna nodded, then nervously added, “Oh, I overheard it, it wasn’t a leak from my father…”
“No worries.” Joseph patted her, then turned to Eman, “Prepare the carriage, send Callia to the Paris Pharmaceutical Factory.”
The Paris Pharmaceutical Factory was the workshop that Joseph originally purchased for Lamarck, but its scale had expanded more than tenfold by now.
On the surface, the factory produced “Prince’s Blessing,” “Tocopherol,” “dical Alcohol,” and other dical preparations, but at its core, it housed one of Europe’s most advanced pharmaceutical laboratories, led by Dr. Lamarck, dedicated to the developnt of Penicillin.
Forty minutes later.
Several carriages, under the watchful eyes of the Royal Guards, passed through three large gates and entered the most secretive courtyard on the north side of the factory.
Dr. Lamarck, with dark circles under his eyes, hurried over upon hearing that the Crown Prince had arrived.
Joseph did not wait for him to bow and imdiately asked:
“Dr. Lamarck, I heard from Perna that there is a stock of 7.5 grams of ‘Type I Antibiotics’?”
“Yes, Your Highness.” Lamarck’s expression was a mix of regret and pride, “The production of the factory in 1 year and 5 months.”
Joseph sighed inwardly, the production was really too low.
To think, this laboratory consud 150,000 francs annually.
Almost every gram of Penicillin cost 30,000 francs!
He was puzzled again: “What about the production over the past two years?”
The lab had been operating for 3 years, but more than half of the production was missing.
Lamarck looked a bit embarrassed: “Actually, before last August, only 0.9 gram had been produced here. It was all used to verify whether it was an active ingredient.”
Joseph imdiately thought of sothing: “So, last August you…”
Lamarck smiled and nodded: “We discovered a high-yielding strain, Your Highness, thanks to your miraculous genetic theory.”
Joseph thought to himself that the high-yielding strain wasn’t really high-yielding, but this was still a historic breakthrough.
From the stretcher behind them ca Callia’s coughing sounds.
Joseph hurriedly said, “Dr. Lamarck, Callia has a lung infection that is extrely critical. I would like to use ‘Type I antibiotics’ for her treatnt.”
Dr. Lamarck stepped forward, tried Callia’s forehead, and then counted her pulse at her neck.
Perna added from the side, “It was 39.6 degrees before we set off, father. She has been intermittently feverish for half a month already.”
Dr. Lamarck frowned and said to Joseph, “Your Highness, from the look of Miss Delvaux’s condition, the existing amount of dicine is definitely not enough.
“According to the experints we previously conducted on rabbits, a 2-kilogram rabbit needs 0.6 grams to effectively inhibit pneumonia. Estimating by Miss Delvaux’s body size, about 15 grams would be needed.”
Joseph took a deep breath and said, “Try your best then.”
He rembered that the dosage for animals was larger than that for humans; the 50-pound Golden Retriever his ntor used to have needed a larger dosage than himself when it was sick.
Dr. Lamarck nodded solemnly and told an assistant, “Clear out room 105, ready for surgery!”
“Alright, Earl Lamarck.”
Although Joseph found it strange, it was just Penicillin, why a surgery? But he then thought that perhaps it was just a misnor and didn’t pay much attention.
20 minutes later.
Dr. Lamarck and three assistants donned masks and carefully took out the precious Penicillin from the box, weighing the dose ticulously.
Then, Dr. Lamarck pulled out a surgical knife, and grabbed Callia’s arm.
Joseph, observing from the side, felt sothing was wrong and quickly spoke up to stop him, “Dr. Lamarck, what are you doing?”
Without hesitation, Dr. Lamarck answered, “Your Highness, after nurous trials, ‘Type I antibiotics’ work more effectively injected through the ridian than by enema.”
“So, why are you holding a surgical knife?”
Before Dr. Lamarck could answer, Perna pointed to a goose quill tube on a tray nearby to explain, “Your Highness, the doctor will make a small incision in the patient’s ridian to insert the goose quill into the vein.”
She also pointed to a yellow “skin bag” held by another assistant, “The dicine will be loaded into the pig bladder and pushed into the patient’s body through the other end of the goose quill.”
Joseph’s face turned green with dread. No wonder Dr. Lamarck said there would be surgery—it was for this thod of injection!
He then rembered he had never seen a doctor use a syringe in this era.
He quietly asked Perna, “So, there are no syringes?”
“A syringe?”
“The tool that uses a needle to inject dicine into a patient’s body.”
Perna’s eyes widened, shaking her head, “No.”
In fact, the first dical syringe wouldn’t be invented for another half century.
Joseph looked at the small spoon of Penicillin powder in Dr. Lamarck’s hand—the amount Callia needed for one dose—recalling the scene of getting a drip in his previous life, where there wasn’t as much powder in the dicine bottle when the nurse mixed the antibiotics.
He quickly realized then. The wound would continuously bleed, washing much of the dicine out of the body. Definitely, a lot of the dication would also remain in the pig bladder.
The dosage would certainly need to be substantially increased!
“Please wait, Dr. Lamarck, I know of a tool that can better deliver the dicine into the body. A syringe.”
Soon, Dr. Lamarck and others, looking at the rough sketch of the syringe drawn by Joseph, were visibly shocked and nodded in praise incessantly, “This way the dicine can be delivered into the patient’s body with much higher efficiency.”
“And the amount of bleeding should be much less.”
“With this tool, practically anyone could match a top-notch doctor!”
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