Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 803 - 711: The Rabbit and Camellia

Chapter 803: Chapter 711: The Rabbit and Camellia

However, none of the doctors mentioned that the syringe would reduce the patient’s pain.

Joseph interrupted everyone’s admiration and asked, “So, who can make this thing?”

Lamark thought, “Watchmakers. They can manufacture very fine parts.”

“Perna suggested, “Jewelers. The most complex part of this syringe is the hollow needle. I’ve seen the hairstyle ornamentation of the Queen, which includes hollow cannon barrels.”

Joseph immediately remembered the battleship hair ornament his mother had, its cannon barrels were only slightly thicker than a toothpick.

He nodded and said: “Summon both the watchmakers and jewelers. Oh, and borrow two locksmiths from father as well.”

Thanks to the developed rail transit system in Paris, it took only an hour for seven royal craftsmen to arrive at the Paris Pharmaceutical Factory.

These top craftsmen of France gathered around the Crown Prince’s newly redrawn standard blueprints and discussed for over ten minutes to determine the division of tasks before setting up their tools and beginning the prototype production.

The jeweler used a silver sheet to roll into a tube as thick as a toothpick, heated it to red hot, and then slowly stretched both ends.

As the silver tube was elongated, its diameter also became finer.

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But just when it reached only half the thickness of a toothpick, it suddenly broke in the middle.

The jeweler was not discouraged, quickly discarded the defective piece, and began another attempt…

The syringe barrel was initially assigned to locksmiths to be made from brass, but it was soon discovered that melting and casting was too time-consuming, so they decided to switch to easily fusible tin for production.

Although Joseph knew that tin usually contains small amounts of lead, if the syringe were used only a few times, the harm should be negligible, so he did not interfere.

After all, speed was of the essence.

Two hours later, a somewhat rudimentary dark silver syringe, slightly thicker than the locksmith’s thumb, was placed before Joseph.

For ease of processing, the needle was directly welded onto the tin syringe barrel.

The plunger rod along with the piston was a whole oak stick. This was the easiest solution to ensuring a seal.

In any case, everything seems somewhat makeshift.

But that silver needle was by no means improvised. After dozens of attempts by the jeweler, it finally had its diameter stretched to the extent close to that of a modern-day intramuscular injection needle.

Joseph tested it with water to confirm the syringe was operational and then immediately handed it to Perna for steam sterilization.

More than ten minutes later, under the Crown Prince’s suggestion, Dr. Lamarck reduced the dose of penicillin to 0.8 grams, excitedly and awkwardly took up the world’s first syringe, preparing to administer an injection to Camellia.

Joseph noticed Dr. Lamarck’s assistant brought the liquid for diluting the penicillin and carefully inquired, “Dr. Lamarck, what is this?”

“Please rest assured, it is distilled water.”

For an 18th-century doctor, this was absolutely a huge advancement. Normally, doctors would dilute medicine directly with water, even using water from the Seine River…

After all, Dr. Lamarck had learned about medical sterilization from the Crown Prince.

However, Joseph still felt something was off, but couldn’t recall immediately, so he just watched Dr. Lamarck dilute the medicine, also very clumsily sucking it into the syringe.

Then, the needle, which looked terrifyingly thick in Joseph’s eyes, was precisely and accurately inserted by Dr. Lamarck into the vein on the inner side of Camellia’s elbow.

After all, he was one of Europe’s top surgeons, highly accurate and steady.

Watching the medicine slowly injected into the Maid’s body, Joseph suddenly slapped his forehead, remembering what he had forgotten earlier, and hurriedly said: “Stop! Stop! We didn’t do a skin test…”

Dr. Lamarck was startled and hurriedly pulled out the needle.

Joseph checked the position of the plunger, about less than a quarter had been injected, thankfully.

Dr. Lamarck nervously asked, “You just mentioned, a skin test?”

“Yes, penicillin can cause allergies; we should perform a small dosage skin test first.”

“But we’ve given rabbits many injections before and they never had an allergic reaction.”

“That’s just their luck…”

After observing for more than ten minutes and confirming that Camellia showed no signs of an allergic reaction, Joseph finally breathed a sigh of relief. Just as he was about to let Lamarck continue the injection, he saw Camellia frowning tightly, constantly crying out in pain.

Perna hurried to comfort her: “His Highness has administered a special medicine to you, you’ll feel better soon. Do you feel pain in your head or chest?”

“No…” the Maid weakly shook her head, “It’s my arm, it hurts a lot.”

Perna gently rubbed near the injection site and quietly said, “It’s just a little prick, it’s nothing.”

“No, my whole arm hurts…”

Joseph frowned; he remembered that allergic reactions include rashes, swelling, and difficulty breathing, which didn’t seem to be Camellia’s symptoms.

He suddenly slapped his forehead again and looked at Lamarck: “It seems that the drug should have been diluted with saline.”

“Saline?”

“Just 0.9% salt water.”

“Why?”

“It has something to do with osmotic pressure…”

Joseph only remembered that in his past life, IV fluids were diluted with saline or glucose. He once asked a doctor why this was necessary, and the answer was to increase electrolyte concentration to reduce pain.

Lamarck blinked puzzledly: “Your Highness, but when I experimented with rabbits, I used distilled water and the effect was very good.”

Joseph sighed: “Did the rabbits struggle a lot?”

“It seems, yes.”

“They’re in pain.” Joseph gestured towards the bed, “Camellia is just like that.”

If the Maid had the strength right now, she would definitely protest vehemently against being treated like a “human-shaped rabbit.”

Lamarck widened his eyes, clearly not quite understanding, but trusting in the Crown Prince’s medical expertise, he immediately nodded: “You mean, 0.9% salt water?”

“Yes, remember to filter the salt multiple times.”

“Alright, Your Highness.”

Fortunately, the laboratory equipment in the pharmaceutical factory was very well equipped; within ten minutes, an assistant brought over a small half cup of filtered salt water.

Lamarck recalculated the amount of salt needed based on the volume of distilled water in the syringe, weighed it, and drew it into the syringe.

The needle pierced into Camellia’s arm again, injecting all the penicillin into her bloodstream.

Joseph remembered that she hadn’t been eating well for several days and said to Lamarck: “Dr. Lamarck, please prepare some glucose for injection.”

“Glucose?”

Joseph frowned, could it be glucose hadn’t been discovered yet?

He tried to describe: “It’s a special kind of sugar extracted from grapes without sweetness…”

Lamarck promptly replied: “Are you referring to the sugar discovered by Mr. Graf? I have read his papers.

“I need to check the data; it seems to involve using raisins for multiple purifications.”

Joseph breathed a sigh of relief: “Then I will leave it to you.”

At 4 p.m., Camellia woke up from a deep sleep, her face seemingly more animated.

Perna took her temperature, then excitedly waved the thermometer: “Thank Jesus, 38.3 degrees!”