Shadow of great britain

In the reception room, Snow, who was thirsty, took a big gulp of wine.

Arthur, who was leaning on the sofa, was still thinking about how to deal with Hadeskar.

Judging from Snow's description, Hardeskar did engage in improper behavior in violation of the Anatomy Act, but the method was not too drastic.

The reason why the Liverpool authorities have not received a report about Hardeskar for a long time is not because they deliberately concealed the matter from Arthur, nor because of any gang committing the crime, but because they have really not received any reports about this person. I want a report from a doctor who wants to make a comeback.

First, Hardeskar offered free treatment and medicines in exchange for the understanding of some of the patients’ families.

Secondly, the other patients who were dissected were picked up by him from the streets. These people could not find their families, so naturally no one would bother Hardeskar.

As for whether Hadeskar deliberately murdered patients for scientific research, judging from the current spread of the disease in Liverpool, Arthur felt that the possibility was slim.

According to the report of doctors sent by the Central Health Commission to Russia to investigate the cholera epidemic last year: 50% to 75% of moderate or above cholera patients who have dehydration symptoms and do not receive appropriate treatment will die of shock on the first day of illness, and the remaining Those below will die within a week from other symptoms of shock. According to statistics, in the absence of medical intervention, the combined natural mortality rate of cholera will be as high as 50% to 66%.

In other words, there were a large number of patients infected with cholera, and the mortality rate was also very high. It was not too difficult to find such a corpse, and there was no need to commit murder.

Rather than worrying about finding the corpse, Hardeskar was more worried about whether he would contract a fatal disease with an alarming mortality rate from dissecting the corpse.

And this is probably one of the reasons why Rosenberg did not choose to expose Hardeskar at the first time.

Although some doctors in Britain had always claimed that cholera was caused by miasma, doctors responsible for treating patients would not be infected by the treatment.

But according to the data Arthur learned from the Liverpool Health Board, although the infection rate among doctors is indeed not high, there has been an alarming rate of associated infections among the nursing staff who are responsible for caring for patients and cleaning vomit and bedding and sheets.

There are indeed problems with Hardeskar's medical ethics, but being able to insist on dissecting a patient under such circumstances at least shows that this guy's obsession with turning over has surpassed his fear of death.

He eagerly wanted to take off his hat as a pharmacist and a surgeon in this medical pyramid composed of physicians, surgeons and pharmacists, and move towards the authority of the medical world - only responsible for disease diagnosis, prescription and number of people. Rare physicians are moving in the direction.

However, it doesn't matter what Hardeskar thinks now. What's important is that his appearance makes Arthur realize that in Britain today, there must be many guys like him who are in urgent need of turning over and who are not willing to take radical treatment.

Although there are not many research papers on the importance of salt supplementation in "The Lancet" and "London Journal of Internal Medicine", there are still a few. If Hardeskar was able to notice this and try to treat the patient intravenously, surely one of the other doctors could as well.

The key question now is how to get the Central Health Commission and the Chancery to realize that this is an effective treatment option.

Knowing what is right is difficult. But even harder than figuring out the answer is proving why this is right to the fixed-minded world.

He recalled Hardeskar's justification just now, and his frown gradually relaxed.

He suddenly said to Snow who was holding the glass of wine uneasily: "Mr. Snow, could you please tear out a blank page from the notebook just now and give it to me? I also want to write a letter."

"Of course." Snow tore off the paper and handed it over, then asked carefully, "Who do you intend to write this letter to?"

Arthur took out his pen and wrote: "Lord Justice Brougham."

"Ah..." Snow's face turned pale with fright: "Are you still not going to let Mr. Hardeskar go?"

"As for Mr. Hardeskar, I have no intention of letting him go, nor do I intend to hold on to him. Although dissecting a corpse is not a crime, illegal possession of a corpse is. However, according to the provisions of the Anatomy Act, this crime It has become the same as illegally occupying other people's property.

As long as Mr. Hardeskar is willing to pay the fine, then the matter will be done procedurally. But if he can't afford it, I won't report him because he provides a new way of thinking.

But not reporting it also means that I will not protect him. Since he wants to enjoy the benefits of breaking the law, he must also bear the consequences of being outside the law. If a patient's family members violently attacked him during this period, the Liverpool authorities would not rush to deal with the attacker.

If Mr. Hardeskar really has the understanding of his family as you said, I think he will naturally get through this period unharmed. After that, although his suspected illegal paper still cannot be published, I will personally make certain financial compensation to him. "

When Snow heard this, he finally felt relieved.

Although this is not the best outcome, it is still much better than the revocation of medical qualifications and loss of people and money that Rosenberg said.

After solving this problem, Snow finally began to think about his own personal issues.

The living room was quiet except for the sound of Arthur writing rustlingly.

Snow thought about it for a long time, and suddenly took out a report from his arms and put it on the table.

"Black...Mr. Hastings, I don't mean to disturb you, but can you take a look at this when you are free?"

"What is this?" Arthur raised his head and looked at the document.

Snow stammered: "That... is my personal research experience. Of course, I know that as a pharmacist apprentice, the word research may be a bit too strong. But I think the conclusions of the report may be helpful to Cholera prevention and control efforts are making a difference.”

Arthur unfolded the document and glanced at it. It was not so much a document as it was a map, a map with small red dots. Except that the area marked by the red dots was slightly different from the one in Arthur's hand. Apart from the differences, the other information is almost the same.

Arthur's eyes slowly opened wide. He stared at Snow and asked with a smile: "How did you come up with this method? Have you ever done urban surveying and mapping work?"

"I...I learned it from medical journals."

Snow boldly said: "I once saw in the London Journal of Internal Medicine that Mr. Valentine Seaman of the United States had drawn a map of disease outbreaks to analyze the 1798 yellow fever outbreak in New York City. causes.

Although the article was inconspicuous, the name New York aroused my interest. At that time, I was thinking about what Old York in Britain looked like, but I had not seen what New York in the United States looked like. Pass.

So, I read the article carefully. So when cholera broke out in Liverpool this year, I began to learn Mr. Seaman's analysis method. In my spare time assisting Mr. Hardescar, I visited the local parish priests and asked them to agree to let me check the illnesses of the parishioners. Condition. "

Arthur briefly flipped through the statistical survey report bound with the map. It had to be said that although Snow was just an ordinary pharmacist apprentice, his report was much more professional and detailed than Arthur's survey report.

Although this report may be a bit immature in the eyes of real professionals and medical researchers. But it is precisely because of the unprofessionalism revealed in this profession that laymen like my mentor Lord Brougham can better understand it.

Arthur put away the map and report, and promised Snow: "Mr. Snow, congratulations, your report will be submitted together with my letter to the chairman of our school board, who is also the national medical and health official." The highest overseer in the field, Lord Brougham, Lord Chancellor of England. I am sure he will be very pleased that our University of London is about to gain such an outstanding person as you.”

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, Snow almost spit the gin in his mouth into the fireplace.

He covered his mouth, unable to believe what he heard.

In just the short time he had met Arthur, he had already gained the promise of entering the university's medical school for further study, and he had also received the attention of the man who held the highest authority in the medical field in Britain.

This kind of good thing can no longer be described as pie in the sky. Snow just felt like gold was raining down from the sky, and all the gold was falling on his head.

Snow covered his forehead and felt that the whole world was spinning around him. He said, "Black...Mr. Hastings, I'm sorry, I'm not usually like this. But today, what you said...ah, no, that's it." The gin is so intoxicating.”

Arthur just stood up with a smile and patted his shoulder: "Young man, where are you now? The intoxicating part is still behind. Yorkers are born to do great things. The sons of York farmhands can be swineherds and Scotland Yard officials." Superintendent of Police. Then it’s not too much for the son of a York miner to be a professor of medicine. But you must remember that you are lucky and your future is bright, so don’t imitate your teacher, you just need to take it one step at a time.”

Snow nodded excitedly: "Of course, Mr. Hastings, I will take your words to heart. But..."

At this point, Snow hesitated again. He stared at the letter in Arthur's hand and asked, "Did you really not ask the Justice to deal with Mr. Hardscale?"

Arthur just smiled and shook his head: "Of course not, I just made a request to him, hoping that he could allow the temporary transfer of Mr. Augustus de Morgan, who just joined the University of London as a professor of mathematics this year, and his students. Joined the Central Health Commission to be responsible for mathematical induction work.

You have discovered a possibility of the cause of cholera through statistics, and I hope that the Central Health Commission can make good use of the resources at hand and let local committees do a good job in medical statistics. We not only need to know the number of cholera patients, mortality and The recovery rate also requires knowing whether the patient's condition is mild, moderate or severe.

Of course, what I want to know most is what treatment methods doctors use for their patients at different stages, and which treatment method is the most effective. "

After saying this, Arthur opened the door to the reception room and handed the letter to the guard waiting outside.

"Tell Commissioner Edward of the Post Office that this letter must be on the desk in the Chancery Chamber before the sun rises tomorrow."

…

In the dark night, fishing fires shimmered on the sea outside the port of Liverpool.

Rolling white waves hit the fishing boat loaded with fish.

The hull of the ship rose and fell, and the crew members standing on the deck also bumped up and down, looking like butterflies dancing.

The captain with facial hemiplegia walked out of the cabin holding his hat and pulling half of his mouth.

He raised the monocular copper tube telescope and scanned the dark ocean around him. While observing, he shouted to the sailors: "Young men! Keep your spirits up! Recently, Liverpool flew into He picked up an owl, and even the slackers in the Royal Navy learned his habit of staying up and coming out at night. Now running a boat is not as easy and relaxing as before. If you accidentally make a mistake, you will be sent to the station. Bitter kiln.”

The sailors adjusted the height of the sail and asked: "Boss, I heard that the Royal Navy's coastal frigate fired a cannon in the outer sea a few days ago and opened a hole in Henderson's ship. Is this happening?”

"Not only that, Russell and the others seemed to be in bad luck. They set out from the Isle of Man a while ago, and when they passed through Cornwall, they happened to run into the Black Clown who was ordered to return from the Ivory Coast. Speaking of the gang from West Africa The guys who came back are really ruthless. They don't even fire a single shot. They rely on their speed to bite your butt. As soon as the distance gets closer, they jump directly onto your boat without giving you a chance to escape. Russell and the others After resisting for a while, even the cargo and ship were handed over."

"Boss, are we going to get into trouble this time too?"

The captain put down the telescope and glared at them: "Fuck you! What kind of business are Henderson and Russell doing? What kind of business am I doing? Henderson and Russell don't have enough backers. It's just a few importers and the Customs Department, or at least a little relationship with the city hall. Behind me is the Royal Navy, and they all do their own thing peacefully. Captain Jefferson of the Royal Navy told me that this route today It's safe, as long as we can reach the shore before the sun comes up there will be no problem."

Just as the captain spoke, suddenly, a few lights suddenly lit up on the foggy sea.

The smugglers were blinded by the dazzling lights.

Immediately afterwards, they heard the signal coming from the sea ahead.

"Colonel Jefferson, the target ship has been found ahead, and the enemy has reached the effective shooting range of three hundred yards!"

Under the light, an arm was swung downwards: "Listen to my order, hit the corner!"

Boom!

Waves of smoke and dust rose from the sea.

After the sound of artillery fire, only a heart-rending roar could be heard faintly.

"Jefferson, you two-faced villain! Are you trying to cheat on others? Are you actually playing dirty tricks with me?!"