"I will certainly report your request to our governnt in full!"
Richard tternich assured Jero Bonaparte with a sincere attitude.
"Then I will await your news, Mr. Richard!" Jero Bonaparte responded to Richard tternich in a calm tone.
Afterward, Jero Bonaparte politely issued a dismissal to Richard tternich, who tactfully bid farewell to Jero Bonaparte.
When Richard tternich was about to leave Jero Bonaparte’s study, Jero Bonaparte suddenly called out to him: "Wait a mont!"
"Your Majesty, is there anything else you wish to instruct?" Richard tternich stopped and turned to ask Jero Bonaparte.
"It’s nothing!" Jero Bonaparte paused for a mont, then continued: "I just wanted to ask, when is my brother (monarchs always refer to each other as brothers) Joseph Franz planning to get married?"
"Your Majesty, I am not quite sure about that either!" Richard tternich replied.
"Oh!" Jero Bonaparte responded with a slight hint of disappointnt.
From Richard tternich’s reply, it seed that Joseph Franz’s wedding had not been finalized yet, and it was uncertain whether that poor princess from the House of Bavaria (Princess Sisi) could successfully escape the clutches of the Habsburgs.
[PS: Here, Jero Bonaparte’s mory seems faulty; historically, Emperor Franz and Princess Sisi were married in August.]
"Your Majesty, if you have no other instructions, I will take my leave!" Richard tternich answered Jero Bonaparte cautiously, perplexed as to why Jero Bonaparte asked such a question.
Poor Richard tternich couldn’t possibly imagine that the emperor who ruled the entire empire still had a penchant for gossip at heart.
Standing at the window of his study, watching Richard tternich leave, Jero Bonaparte also left the study and, descending the stairs, called Mokar to his side, instructing him to set off for Pasteur’s laboratory.
Considerable ti had passed since Jero Bonaparte sent the first batch of dical personnel to Louis Pasteur’s laboratory; it was ti to review the results.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Mokar hurriedly responded to Jero Bonaparte.
A mont later, a plain-looking black two-horse carriage appeared in the courtyard of the Tuileries Palace.
[PS: Since Jero Bonaparte himself did not like excessive escort in non-public occasions, for the emperor’s safety, Mokar could only convert Jero Bonaparte’s luxurious carriage into a uniformly inconspicuous modified one. To prevent any possible accidents, a steel plate was added to the bottom of each carriage. This made the whole carriage several dozen kilograms heavier than a regular one, with significantly enhanced protection capability.]
Jero Bonaparte and Mokar entered the carriage one after the other. The door closed, and the black translucent curtains covered the window, preventing those outside from seeing the interior.
Once everything was prepared, the coachman gently pulled the reins, and the carriage set off.
They quickly arrived at the entrance of the research institute where Louis Pasteur was located. Jero Bonaparte and Mokar arrived at the scene and, led by the institute’s staff, were brought to the preparation room.
"Your Majesty, should I bring Director Pasteur over? It might be better if you don’t go in!" The staff suggested to Jero Bonaparte, noting that, although the laboratory had undergone multiple decontaminations, there was no guarantee against any unexpected occurrences.
If the emperor were to contract so unknown virus in their research institute, they would not escape bla even if they jumped into the Seine River!
"No need to trouble yourselves! You dical personnel work day and night in such an environnt without any issues, so how could I possibly have a problem!" Jero Bonaparte decisively declined the staff mber’s suggestion, half-jokingly adding, "Besides, I’ve been to this research institute at least five tis already! Isn’t it a bit late to say I shouldn’t enter now?"
"This..." The staff mber responded awkwardly.
"It’s alright! My health isn’t that fragile! Just lead the way!" Jero Bonaparte replied to the staff while putting on the mask provided in the preparation room.
"Alright, please follow !"
Under the staff mber’s guidance, Jero Bonaparte and Mokar entered the interior of the research institute.
They found Director Louis Pasteur, who was at that mont delivering a lecture in a room filled with desks and chairs to nurses about to depart for the Eastern Region with the French Army. Below, the nurses were attentively listening to Louis Pasteur’s course.
"Students, this is my last lecture for you! After this class concludes, you will be assigned to battalions in the Eastern Region to save French comrades with your own hands. I hope each of you rembers your mission— you are the angels on the battlefield..." Louis Pasteur passionately conveyed his heartfelt ssage to the nurses below.
Many nurses were moved to tears after hearing Louis Pasteur’s words.
After Louis Pasteur said "thank you," the nurses applauded him warmly from the audience.
Outside the room, Jero Bonaparte and Mokar also clapped their hands for Louis Pasteur’s final lesson as they opened the door and entered.
Everyone simultaneously looked at the entering Jero Bonaparte and Mokar, facing these "strangers" with curiosity, confusion... and surprise (Vilnius).
"Mr. Pasteur, your lecture was excellent!" Jero Bonaparte praised Louis Pasteur, "It’s been a long ti since I’ve heard such a passionate speech!"
"Your Majesty, you flatter !" Louis Pasteur humbly responded to Jero Bonaparte, then invited Jero Bonaparte to step onto the stage.
Jero Bonaparte advanced to the stage, looked at the faces in the audience, cleared his throat, and said, "Mr. Pasteur was right; you are like angels descending from heaven to the mortal world, about to head to a place called the battlefield. Here, as soone fortunate enough to have personally visited the battlefield (in videos from my past life), the first piece of advice from a senior to you is: you must absolutely ensure your own safety! If there is no alternative, you can surrender to the enemy. This is the special right I grant to you lovely angels; no one will look down on you for surrendering.
Your safe return is the greatest contribution to France, and your parents and teachers will be proud of you."
Jero Bonaparte spoke eloquently to the nurses present: "Although you are participants in this war, you are not responsible for it... Your task is to save the wounded, whether the war is won or lost has nothing to do with you, as that falls under the Ministry of War... Therefore, I hope every one of you will return safely..."
Jero Bonaparte admitted he may have a bit of a patriarchal mindset; he did not want to see the young nurses on the battlefield wither away. Since he talked them into entering battle, Jero Bonaparte also had to consider their safety.
If the cost of victory is too high, then victory loses its aning.
"...You are the heroes of France, bringing honor to France because of you... It’s precisely because of the successive sacrifices of people like you that France gets back up and continues fighting despite its falls! There is no challenge that the children of France cannot overco!" Jero Bonaparte raised a tightly clenched fist and said passionately, "France will win! Justice will prevail!"
The girls in the audience, inspired by Jero Bonaparte on stage, shouted loudly, "France will win! Justice will prevail!"
At that mont, everyone except Jero Bonaparte believed that France was engaging in a righteous action.
Only Jero Bonaparte knew that the main purpose of this war was to solidify his reign as Emperor, and secondly, to dismantle the Holy Alliance.
Jero Bonaparte’s speech concluded amidst applause, and he and Louis Pasteur left the "classroom."
Walking through the corridor, Jero Bonaparte and Louis Pasteur began discussing this group of nurses. Jero Bonaparte inquired, "Mr. Pasteur, are they truly capable of handling this work? Cholera and typhoid are no small matters; if mishandled, they could lead to big trouble!"
Despite these trainees having furthered their studies at the institute for several months, Jero Bonaparte still worried that they might not be up to the task, considering both the army’s needs and the safety of the nursing staff.
"Your Majesty, rest assured! They have already learned how to prevent cholera. Please have confidence in them! They are the best group of students I’ve taught so far!" Louis Pasteur responded to Jero Bonaparte with certainty.
"Shouldn’t they be considered the worst..." Jero Bonaparte murmured softly, recalling the teacher’s favorite phrase: "You are the worst bunch of students I’ve ever taught."
"Your Majesty, what did you just say?" Louis Pasteur asked Jero Bonaparte.
"Nothing!" Jero Bonaparte shook his head and replied to Louis Pasteur.
"Moreover, Your Majesty, haven’t you already emphasized in the army not to drink water that hasn’t been boiled?" Louis Pasteur asked Jero Bonaparte.
"Indeed! Is there a problem?" Jero Bonaparte nodded in agreent.
"Research shows that the origin of cholera bacteria is mostly from water sources! As long as the army stops drinking unclean water sources, the possibility of sudden illnesses can be contained!" Louis Pasteur explained to Jero Bonaparte.
"Hmm! This was already known," Jero Bonaparte nodded in response to Louis Pasteur.
"Your Majesty, please follow !" Louis Pasteur led Jero Bonaparte to a room filled with rows of glass test tubes, each containing a colorless, transparent liquid.
"Are these all vaccines?" Jero Bonaparte asked Louis Pasteur, pointing at the rows of test tubes with curiosity.
"Your Majesty, as you can see! These are liquids we’ve extracted from patients suffering from cholera... um, liquids!" Louis Pasteur tactfully referred to saliva as liquid, "After several rounds of dilution and inactivation, this is what we obtained. Now it can be supplied in batches!"
"How effective are they? What is the cost of each vaccine?" Jero Bonaparte asked Louis Pasteur.
Louis Pasteur shook his head and replied to Jero Bonaparte: "According to clinical data, while these vaccines can treat cholera, they are not one hundred percent preventative and still pose certain risks! Only patients with severe cholera can use them! As for the cost, each unit costs approximately 6 francs."
"Mr. Pasteur, you’ve done well!" Jero Bonaparte praised, shaking hands with Louis Pasteur.
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