Versailles is worse than being queen

◎Open experiment◎

The first child vaccinated against smallpox and pus from smallpox died at home, with his parents.

The faces of the whole family were purple, and the eyes, nostrils, and corners of the mouth were smeared with purple-black blood, as if they had experienced hellish torture before they died.

After Prime Minister Kaunitz got the report, he immediately sent people to block the scene, but for some reason, rumors that "the family who had been vaccinated with vaccinia all died tragically, and the curse of vaccinia will spread among the world" spread like a blazing fire. the whole city of Vienna.

"The devil! The curse of the devil! So, how can you infect humans with animal diseases!"

"Look! The royal family really intends to block the news and deceive the people! They even said that it was a conspiracy secretly planned by someone, bah!"

"Hasn't the queen ordered the devil doctor to be burned?"

"I heard that the queen has ordered that two children be inoculated with cowpox in Eagle Castle Square, saying that it is a public experiment..."

"Oh, I know, I went to see it! I said it was voluntary, but I saw that the two children cried terribly... probably gave their parents a lot of money, enough for them to have a few more children. Poor child."

"I know! The queen has found a witch who knows black magic. She wants to infect the people of Vienna with the curse of cowpox in exchange for her own family not getting smallpox!"

"God, is this true! Is the queen abandoning us like this..."

"Antanya, look outside." Johanna's eyes were full of worry, and her little hand on the window lattice was bloodless.

The crowd flocked to the Eagle Castle Square, not far from the Hofburg Palace. Someone knocked the tall iron gate with a stick, loudly and angrily cursing Dr. Swedenn, who betrayed God and sold his soul to the devil. Some people are cursing the queen who killed them cruelly, crying and begging God to save them.

Antanya looked at the chaos in the distance with a cold expression.

"It's so noisy." Caroline muttered dissatisfiedly, turned over, and huddled lazily by the fireplace without moving, her cheeks flushed slightly.

Due to the raging plague, the control of the flow of people in the palace was strengthened. The Grand Duke and the Grand Duchess were divided into several groups and led to suites that were not usually used.

Antalya asked to be with Johanna, so her sisters Josepha and Caroline, who were between them in age, were also put together.Josepha and Johanna were about the same age and shared the nursery, nanny and maid. They were already very close, and Josepha was gentle and introverted, hardly speaking.

Anyway, Antanya was just afraid of history repeating itself, and she didn't have any objection to keeping Johanna in danger of contracting smallpox at all times—except that Caroline was a little noisy.

If it was said that the queen was only a little annoyed at her husband's naive edict without considering the consequences, now she was really annoyed by those dirty tricks hidden in the dark.

As a devout Catholic, she has always looked down on those who can't get on the table.

The authority of the monarch of a country must also be implemented without hesitation.

The Holy Roman Emperor's order has been issued, and the vaccination promotion plan must be implemented and will never be withdrawn.

This is about the majesty of the monarch.

Facing the turbulent public opinion, the queen issued a supplementary order.

The royal family chose children from two families as volunteers for public experiments, and they had been inoculated with cowpox in full view—to tell the public that cowpox would not make them grow horns and hooves.

After the cowpox is cured, they will again inoculate a small amount of smallpox pus in public to prove to the public that they have obtained immunity to smallpox.

This is the meaning of the queen, and it is also the greatest concession that the high royal power can make to the people.

"Caroline?" Johanna called softly.

She stood up and walked towards her younger sister who was nestling by the fireplace with some worry, "Caroline, are you feeling well?"

Before taking two steps, a small figure who was a head shorter than her suddenly stopped beside her: "Don't go over."

Johanna was taken aback: "Antanya, what's wrong with you?"

Her little sister looked at Caroline, whose eyes were closed and her face was abnormally red, without blinking. Her voice was soft as if she was talking to herself, but her expression was so cold that it was frightening to see.

"I'm afraid she has smallpox."

Antanya saw a small bag that had just bulged in Caroline's hand.

Johanna and Josepha staggered back in fright at the same time, almost screaming.

This can't be blamed on them, after all, they are only little girls in their early ten years old, and they just witnessed a brother contracted smallpox last year and died grimly.

"Johanna, you take Josepha out now," Antanya said without turning her head, "go to Mrs. Brandes and tell her to get a doctor and a maid—only people who have survived smallpox can come here, Dai Good mask."

The two little girls panicked and subconsciously obeyed the only instruction at this time, without even having time to think that the instruction came from their younger sister.

They stumbled and ran out of the door, and when they came back to their senses, the well-trained servants had already rushed into the room just now.

"Antania!" Only then did they realize that their sister had been left in the room by them.

"Your Highness, please leave quickly!" the maid said to Antanya.

Antanya nodded, and took one last look at Caroline, who was panting and flushed.

At this moment, a loud "bang" startled everyone.

"God!" "What's wrong?!" The servants looked towards the window in panic.

A crack climbed up the window glass ferociously - the people who gathered outside the palace and cursed loudly were throwing things, and a stone flew up to the third floor and smashed on this window.

Everyone changed their faces.

The only one who was not frightened by the loud noise turned out to be the youngest little princess.

She turned around and walked out of the room without looking back.

History has changed.

In the winter she knew, only Johanna had contracted smallpox in the royal family.

Everyone was helpless against smallpox, and could only avoid it. Put the patients infected with smallpox into a small airtight room, separate their wrists and necks with a small silver knife, and let them bleed for treatment.

Even the Habsburg royal family decided to vaccinate all their children after Queen Theresa contracted smallpox herself four years later and proved that these treatments were useless.

Now, she has witnessed the magical vaccinia prevention therapy with her own eyes, and she suddenly sees hope-as long as the public experiment is over, the Queen will naturally vaccinate all her children, and Johanna will not die this winter. The gears of history will turn.

Caroline, however, fell ill.

The thick stone wall completely blocked the sound from the other side of the palace, but Antanya seemed to be able to hear the roaring waves outside.

At this moment in Vienna, the emperor was embarrassed by this, the queen was annoyed by it, but everyone only regarded the protest of the people of Vienna as an unseemly but harmless thing.

After all, even the kings of the French Bourbon royal family who intend to create a superior image often face embarrassing situations where the people rush to Versailles to express their dissatisfaction; the Habsburg royal family has always been known for being friendly and easy-going, and this is not the first time see you.

She was the only one who could glimpse a storm that would have appeared on the European continent 30 years later from this turbulent crowd, a storm that was deliberately stirred up and exploited.

That storm will devour countless lives and will also overturn the entire world.

She quietly looked at the black and white marble corridor that seemed to lead to hell. She pondered for a long time, and a faint arc was slowly drawn from her mouth.

At the same time, in the upper floors of the magnificent Hofburg Palace, the ominous news that a grand duchess contracted smallpox has not yet reached the ears of the ruler of the country.

The Queen sat sideways by the black marble fireplace, looking at the stack of reports in front of her with a stern expression.

This report was submitted by her most confidant spy. The first page was a portrait of a young boy with slightly curly black hair and deep eyes, who looked like he was of Eastern European descent.

The name column clearly read: Nikolai Obrenovich.

After a long time, her sharp eagle-like gaze lifted from the volume: "Bring him to see me."

……

On November 1762, 11, public trials of the smallpox vaccine were prepared in Maria Theresa Square.

Dr. Sweeten looked around at the noisy crowd, then looked back worriedly at the Musketeers and guards guarding the edge of the area, and wiped his sweat nervously.

His hands were cold and trembling slightly, but he gritted his teeth and made up his mind not to back down.

He knew how the other doctors in the Medical Federation had discredited him, discredited him among the populace, painted him as a monster—but his professional sense of duty ultimately prevailed.

He thought that only he had witnessed how miraculous the vaccinia vaccine was.

Even at the cost of his life, he must convince the citizens of Vienna to trust him.

According to the plan announced by the royal family, the two children who have been vaccinated and recovered from the previous vaccination will appear in public to prove that the injection of vaccinia will not grow horns - or will grow horns.

After that, the doctor will smear the pox paste of the smallpox patient on the wound for them, so that everyone can witness with their own eyes that people who have been vaccinated against smallpox will no longer suffer from smallpox.

The square was crowded with people who came to watch the experiment.They seemed to have completely forgotten the horror of contracting smallpox, and rushed forward, wanting to see the two children who were said to have turned into cows.

I heard that they mooed on the first day they were inoculated with cowpox, horns grew on the second day, and their hands and feet turned into hooves on the third day!

Dr. Sweeten listened to the surrounding voices angrily, and made up his mind not to speak - when the experiment is completed, everyone will understand what a great thing this is.

"Why haven't you come yet?" People were really impatient after waiting for too long. "What about the two children?"

Dr. Sweeten also felt something was wrong.

More than ten minutes had passed since the originally planned start time. Seeing that the crowd gathered in the square was getting denser, the two families who had agreed to come were nowhere to be seen.

Could it be that they were frightened by the rumors and ran away overnight?

…Probably not, after all, after the first family inoculated with cowpox died, the queen sent someone to protect the two families who were the experimenters in the public experiment.

It can prevent bad people with bad intentions, and it can also prevent the two families from running away.

Time passed by, and the crowd of onlookers became more and more commotion.The square seemed to be crowded with a pot of boiling water that was about to reach the boiling point, and countless broken bubbles were scrambling to rise to the surface of the water, about to burst into screams——

"Bishop Fann is here!" Suddenly someone shouted.

This sound seemed to be some kind of hidden switch, and there was a sudden silence near the open space of the open experiment.

The crowd automatically parted a lane, and people lowered their heads, whispering and crossing their chests.

The cardinals in red robes and the priests in black robes walked unhindered to the edge of the open space guarded by the royal guards.

The soldiers tightly clenched their long swords and guns.They cannot be enemies of the Church, but if the Archbishop goes on—

Fortunately he stopped.

"Doctor Sweeten." The cardinal's old voice sounded over the square, and the surroundings were silent.

"Bishop Fann." Sweden felt uneasy, and reluctantly saluted with his hands folded in front of his chest.

"Those two children will not come." Archbishop Vann said indifferently, "We have stopped them. God will protect them."

There was a sound of gasping all around.

"Look, let me just say it? The church will definitely not be indifferent... After all, this is the act of the devil..." People whispered to each other.

Doctor Sweeten's face suddenly became very ugly.

He had convinced himself not to care about the vilification of his peers—he could tell himself they were nothing but quacks with no ambitions.

But if the church defines his behavior, he may never be able to justify himself.

When the scene was deadlocked, a young voice suddenly came from behind them: "Doctor, I'm sorry I'm late."

The people present turned their heads in astonishment, and found a black-haired little boy walked out from behind the royal guard at some point, and walked forward as if no one else was there.

"Nicolas?" Doctor Sweeten was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately understood, "Oh, yes, yes..."

The wise queen really expected the unexpected situation that might happen, and made preparations for it.

He suddenly summoned courage again, and raised his voice towards the crowd: "This child has been vaccinated two weeks ago. I will make a wound on his arm, and then apply a little smallpox pus..."

"Ridiculous!" A priest in black robe suddenly reprimanded loudly, "How old is this child? Where are his parents?"

"...Dead." The little boy replied blankly.

The crowd suddenly sighed.

The black-robed priest also shook his head and sighed, looking at the thin child, he raised his head again: "People of Vienna! How can we allow such a tragedy to happen to an orphan? And he is obviously not Austrian at all! I'm afraid they are not serfs bought from Eastern Europe?"

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched.

The crowd around immediately echoed: "Yeah, how can you bully such a young orphan... He doesn't even have a family to support him!"

"Any doubts? That's what the devil does!"

Someone saw Sweeten sharply, pointed at him and shouted, "He's there!"

"Burn that evil doctor to death!"

"Burn him!"

"No, it's not..." Dr. Sweeten suddenly became the focus of the group's attack, and immediately took a few steps back in fear, sweating profusely from nervousness.

In all directions, there were crowds of people with grim faces and righteous indignation, as if he had betrayed God, betrayed the teachings, and was really a follower of the devil.

"Doctor Sweeten." Archbishop Fann spoke amidst the increasingly loud and orderly voices around him, his light gray eyes held a hint of pity, but still possessed a palpitating power of awe, "God is watching what you do For what you did, you will pay for the evil you first created, and your soul is forever corrupted, never to be redeemed."

"No! No!" Doctor Sweeton finally screamed, "I didn't propose it!"

"not him?"

"Liar! Coward!" The crowd immediately roared, occasionally interspersed with doubts: "It's not him, who is that?"

There was a sudden light in Archbishop Fann's eyes.His tall body leaned forward slightly, his red robe swayed slowly in the winter wind, and his voice was seductive: "Child, who proposed it?"

The Church has always been unequivocally opposed to treating smallpox in a so-called preventive way.The queen has always been their devout believer, but this time, she actually stood on the side of the vaccine——

This made the cardinal keenly aware of the danger.He must find out the person next to the Queen who has no fear of God, and kill the possible future enemies of the church at the first sign.

But Dr. Sweeten gasped for breath and said incoherently, "No, no...it's not me..."

Of course he dared not say who proposed it.

In the current chaos, if the public thinks he came up with the devil's vaccine, he risks being burned alive or protected by the royal guard.

But if he speaks out...the queen will not let him live until tomorrow.

Nicholas raised his eyebrows slightly as he looked at the surrounding people who seemed to be performing some fanatical cult ritual.

The person who proposed it is right, but he is not stupid enough to admit it in public - as a foreign child who is not familiar with the place, he has no self-protection ability here, and I am afraid that he will be torn to pieces by the angry people immediately .

"The royal family! It must be the royal family!" Suddenly someone shouted, "They want us dead!"

The whole crowd was instantly ignited.

"Is it the Queen?"

"No! She is a devout Catholic..."

"Which devil is it?"

The noisy waves, crazy suspicions and fanatical rumors suddenly merged into a huge vortex at this moment, tumbling among the boiling crowd.

The fear and madness of smallpox accumulated in this city for centuries, the elegy of the bones and resentment of this continent, and all the suffocating despair are overturned in this cold winter and surged into a storm.

Suddenly, a petite figure appeared in the eye of the storm.

In the momentary silence of the crowd's astonishment, the silver-gray hood slipped off, revealing a long head of shining golden hair.

"it's me."

The author says:

The promotion of vaccinia vaccine was initially demonized, and doctors in many countries dispelled public doubts through public experiments.