Life of Being a Crown Prince in France-Chapter 804 - 712 France Royal Military Medical University

Chapter 804: Chapter 712 France Royal Military Medical University

Unlike the 21st century where antibiotic-resistant strains are rampant due to overuse of antibiotics, bacteria in this era hadn’t been “exercised” and thus Penicillin’s therapeutic effects were very good.

After the injection, just 4 hours later, Camellia’s high fever was preliminarily alleviated.

Just past five o’clock, Dr. Lamarck brought over the newly purified glucose—a small bottle of less than 70 grams at a concentration of 7.3%.

In this era, there was no technology to produce glucose from starch, and the purification techniques were imperfect. Producing this small amount of glucose cost more than a dozen pounds of raisins. The expense was over 200 francs.

Dr. Lamarck drew the glucose solution into a syringe, then inserted it into the vein on Camellia’s arm to begin the slow infusion.

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Yes, Crown Prince had specifically instructed that the injection speed of glucose must not be too fast. And since there were no IV drip equipment available at the moment, it had to be administered manually and slowly.

Fortunately, Dr. Lamarck’s hands were very steady. It took 10 minutes to inject all the medicine into Camellia’s body.

Once the needle was withdrawn, she almost instantly became spirited and requested Perna to help her sit up.

Joseph looked at her pale face with concern and asked, “How do you feel, better now?”

The Maid nodded, her voice not as weak as before: “Thank you, Your Highness, I feel much less uncomfortable than before.”

Dr. Lamarck and his assistants exchanged looks, shock evident in their eyes.

They were all experienced doctors and could easily tell how weak Camellia’s body was.

According to their estimates, even if the “type one antibiotic” worked, like the previous experiments with rabbits, it would take at least five to six days for her to recover her strength.

The most pessimistic doctor even believed she wouldn’t be able to get out of bed for half a month.

However, that miraculous glucose worked like magic, revitalizing her spirit rapidly.

Dr. Lamarck leaned close to Joseph and whispered, “Your Highness, is the mechanism of glucose similar to that of Opium Tincture?”

Opium Tincture is indeed an extract of poppy that can make a person quickly energized.

Joseph chuckled and shook his head, “No, no, you misunderstand. Glucose is a substance of energy.

“The food we eat will eventually be converted into glucose in the body, and anything we do, even just lying down thinking, will consume this kind of energy.

“Administering glucose to Camellia is equivalent to her having a full meal and fully digesting it, thereby rapidly recovering her strength.”

“Wait, Your Highness, could you please repeat that?” Dr. Lamarck took out his notebook and began to record it very seriously.

His assistants were doing the same.

No wonder they were so excited—if this amazing theory was proven correct, it would surely win the next grand Louis Medical Award!

“Of course,” Joseph nodded and repeated his knowledge about glucose to Dr. Lamarck, and also mentioned the matter of injecting saline to replenish electrolytes in the body.

Dr. Lamarck, looking at his notes, excitedly exclaimed, “Your Highness, according to what you’ve said, we could completely forgo food and drink, surviving on daily injections of glucose and saline.

“Human life forms would change because of this!”

He didn’t ask how the Crown Prince knew all this; he was used to the “surprises” that His Highness provided from time to time—no doubt it was a revelation from Jesus.

Joseph hurriedly shook his head: “This won’t do. To survive, we need not only the most basic energy, water, and electrolytes, but also a variety of vitamins and trace elements. And these substances all need to be obtained from different foods.”

Lamark stared into Joseph’s eyes, muttering, “Vitamins… trace elements… essential substances for survival…”

Joseph suddenly felt he had digressed too far and coughed, saying, “Cough, regarding these matters, I can talk to you about them little by little when you have time from developing ‘type one antibiotics’.”

He glanced outside the window at the sky and gestured to Camellia: “This place is not suitable for the patient to rest; I have to take her back to the Palace of Versailles.”

“Alright, Your Highness,” said Lamark, somewhat disappointedly nodding, and then he asked, “That, I would like to write a paper about the glucose and electrolyte matter. Oh, I will definitely not delay the research here, what do you think?”

“Of course, you can.” said Joseph, “And please send someone to deliver the medication and glucose Camellia will need to the Palace of Versailles tomorrow morning.”

“I will personally deliver them.” Lamark clearly wanted to glean some knowledge about vitamins, but he still argued, “Injecting medicine requires certain techniques; I’m afraid others might not be up to the task.”

“Alright, then I’ll trouble you with that.”

On the way back to the Palace of Versailles.

Perna sat in the carriage, pondering something with her head down.

Joseph thought she had something on her mind and was about to ask when he saw her suddenly lift her head, her eyes sparkling with excitement: “Your Highness, I believe injecting glucose and saline could play a significant role in treating the wounded.

“So many soldiers are unable to eat due to unconsciousness or weakness, leading their bodies to gradually collapse.

“If logistic supplies could include glucose and saline, it would greatly reduce the mortality rate of the wounded!”

She, indeed, was the founder of the French Army’s field hospital, always considering the wounded soldiers.

Joseph nodded deeply in agreement: “You’re absolutely right. However, this would require the establishment of a new syringe factory. As for glucose, it could indeed be produced at the Paris Pharmaceutical Factory.”

Perna added: “Your Highness, the syringes could be produced at the mask factory. There are many skilled workers there.”

Joseph’s mask factory, which Perna managed, had grown into a large facility producing 65,000 masks per month and was quite profitable.

Joseph nodded: “That’s a good idea. I’ll have the craftsmen who are making syringes today assist you.”

Perna linked her arm through his, leaning her head on his shoulder, her voice soft: “Thank you, Jesus, for letting me meet you. Only by being with you does my life become so meaningful.”

Joseph stroked her hair: “You are also the most unique landscape in my life.”

The two showed affection for a while, then Perna remembered something else: “Speaking of which, Your Highness, my father also said that injecting medicine requires great skill, and even I can’t easily penetrate a vein with a needle.

“Therefore, I think we need to provide special training for the military doctors and nurses at the battlefield hospitals.”

Joseph patted the back of her hand, saying: “Why not build a Military Medical University? The soldiers need the best treatment.

“I’ll have Brian allocate the funds.

“The France Royal Military Medical University, and you shall be the Dean.”