Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 802 - 710: Terrifying Medical Skills

Chapter 802: Chapter 710: Terrifying Medical Skills

Joseph immediately 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 statement, Perna also realized her foolishness—drinking alcohol could choke someone 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 methods have been ineffective, perhaps we should consider bloodletting…”

“Absolutely not!” Joseph and Perna glared at him, speaking in unison.

“Wait,” Perna suddenly remembered something, “We haven’t tried one method yet!”

Joseph tilted his head: “What do you mean?”

“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 some have already been synthesized.”

Joseph was overjoyed: “You mean… ‘Type I Antibiotics’?”

The so-called “Type I Antibiotics” is the development code name 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 Camellia 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,” “Medical Alcohol,” and other medical preparations, but at its core, it housed one of Europe’s most advanced pharmaceutical laboratories, led by Dr. Lamarck, dedicated to the development 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 immediately 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.

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To think, this laboratory consumed 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 immediately thought of something: “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 came Camellia’s coughing sounds.

Joseph hurriedly said, “Dr. Lamarck, Camellia has a lung infection that is extremely critical. I would like to use ‘Type I antibiotics’ for her treatment.”

Dr. Lamarck stepped forward, tried Camellia’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 medicine is definitely not enough.

“According to the experiments 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 remembered that the dosage for animals was larger than that for humans; the 50-pound Golden Retriever his mentor 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 misnomer 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 meticulously.

Then, Dr. Lamarck pulled out a surgical knife, and grabbed Camellia’s arm.

Joseph, observing from the side, felt something was wrong and quickly spoke up to stop him, “Dr. Lamarck, what are you doing?”

Without hesitation, Dr. Lamarck answered, “Your Highness, after numerous trials, ‘Type I antibiotics’ work more effectively injected through the meridian 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 meridian to insert the goose quill into the vein.”

She also pointed to a yellow “skin bag” held by another assistant, “The medicine 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 method of injection!

He then remembered 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 medicine into a patient’s body.”

Perna’s eyes widened, shaking her head, “No.”

In fact, the first medical 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 Camellia needed for one dose—recalling the scene of getting a drip in his previous life, where there wasn’t as much powder in the medicine bottle when the nurse mixed the antibiotics.

He quickly realized then. The wound would continuously bleed, washing much of the medicine out of the body. Definitely, a lot of the medication 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 medicine 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 medicine 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!”