Chapter 14: The Method of Obtaining the Elbow Strike's Position for Collection

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  Back to Dover Street, at the entrance of Tulan's clothing store, Mrs. Tulan was sitting behind the counter, talking to a man. As I walked closer, I saw that this man was actually Dr. Blumenschein, who had saved Qiu Buzi with me the other day. Last time at Denafu Villa, this old doctor admired my medical skills very much, could it be that he came to ask for advice today?

  Zhu Jisheng walked into the store with a smile, about to greet the two people, but saw that Mrs. Dulan and Dr. Blumstein had expressions of regret on their faces, and their eyes were also quite serious. He was taken aback, not knowing what was going on, and looked at Dr. Blumstein with inquiring eyes. Dr. Blumstein stood up quickly and smiled: "Mr. Zhu, you're back."

  Mrs. Durand smiled and said, "Jason, Dr. Blonsky heard from Isabel that you were staying with me, so he came especially to... and...". The words that followed seemed to have some ulterior motive, hesitating and unsure of how to say them.

  "Hey, I just came to talk to you about something." The old doctor's face stiffened, revealing a reproachful expression. "These days, haven't you been constantly submitting articles to the Lancet magazine? And what's with saying that doctors who don't thoroughly wash their hands and instruments before surgery will bring 'toxins' to patients, which is an important cause of wound inflammation and suppuration?"

  "This is the fact, anyway!" thought Zhu Jishi. "Doctors in this era are, to some extent, murderers who kill patients. The number of people they've killed through improper treatment far exceeds those they've saved! If Europe didn't have doctors as a profession, perhaps patients' lives would be safer."

  He said with some puzzlement, "Dr. Semmelweis, my submissions to The Lancet are all fact-based. During this time, I have implemented strict disinfection measures in the obstetrics department of the Allgemeine Krankenhaus hospital and successfully reduced the incidence of puerperal fever to almost zero. I wonder what the British Royal Medical Society would think if they knew about this result?"

  Blumstein sneered, "Dr. Zhu, do you think the Royal Medical Association would acknowledge that a doctor's misconduct led to the deaths of numerous patients?"

  Zhu Jishi was taken aback, listening to his tone, it seemed that his own article had stirred up a hornet's nest. Then he thought of his skin color, if a white doctor had proposed the same opinion, perhaps it would have been widely recognized in the medical community by now (in fact, Czech doctor Semmelweis had proposed the same opinion in history, and became the public enemy of the entire medical community, eventually dying in a mental hospital). So he just smiled and remained silent.

  Seeing Dr. Blundstone sigh again, Dr. Zhū Jìshì didn't speak, and he bitterly smiled: "If you only proposed the blood type theory and transfusion treatment method, perhaps you wouldn't have provoked those big shots at the Royal Medical Society. I heard that Sir Reed of the Royal Medical Society is even preparing to test your theory on several Indians... If his experiment succeeds, even if you are a Tartar, you will eventually be recognized by the Royal Medical Society. But unexpectedly, your theory about surgical disinfection caused such a big stir."

  "Is there still a remedy, Doctor von Blumenthal?" asked Madame Doulange, seeing that M. de Jussy remained silent.

  "The only way to make amends... is to retract the remarks about surgical sterilization, publish an apology in The Lancet, and perhaps that will still allow me to keep my medical license..."

  "Could his medical license also be at risk?" Mrs. Dulan exclaimed.

  "It's very likely that he won't be spared, yesterday I heard from a friend in the Royal Medical Society that they are studying the issue of revoking a certain Tartar doctor's medical license." Bronshtein sighed, "That is to say, Dr. Zhu, probably."

  Zhu Jisheng heard this and gradually became annoyed. Wasn't it just washing your hands clean before surgery? What a big deal, these 1842 killer doctors and poison sellers were making a fuss about themselves, did they have any medical ethics at all?

  "What if I can present strong evidence?" Zhu Jishi said coldly.

  "Blochstein sighed and said, 'This... what strong evidence can you present? Your theory may make sense, but there's no way to prove it! What are those 'toxins'? Who can explain them clearly?'"

  "If I really can do it?" Zhu Jishi frowned and said.

  This time, it was Blomstein's turn to fall silent. After a moment, he shook his head vigorously and said, "No, I don't believe you. You can't do it because no matter how well you did at the Eumenides Hospital, the Royal Medical Society will never recognize it. I know these old die-hards too well; they have no habit of admitting their mistakes."

  Zhu Jisheng hummed and said, "I'm saying if! Dr. Bluntschli, what do you think those people from the Royal Medical Society will do to me?"

  Bloomstein looked at Zhu Jishi, who was determined to go all out, and couldn't help but sigh again. He shook his head and said: "You will become the public enemy of the entire English medical community, no, the entire European medical community! Not only because your theory attributes the deaths of some patients to doctors, but also because you openly challenge the authority of the medical community, and you are a Tartar! I believe that no matter how strong evidence you produce, the medical community will not recognize it!"

  "He took a deep breath, emphasizing his tone: 'When the time comes, you will lose your medical license and won't even be able to set foot in Europe. If you don't mind going back to the Siberian steppes, then you can go ahead and challenge the entire British medical community! This is actually a good way for a small person to make a name for themselves.'"

  Upon hearing Bluntschli's words, Zhu Dajiang's mind was filled with thoughts of "Of course the truth is on my side! Compared to those medical authorities in Britain at this time, I am 170 years ahead! The knowledge I possess would be the pioneer of many fields if it were placed in this era. If the British scientific community still acknowledges the truth, I will surely triumph over those irresponsible quacks. Since that's the case, why not take a big gamble? Really challenge the entire British medical community! Then step on their shoulders to climb up - who let these guys have racial prejudice and want to suppress me, this "Tartar doctor"? I will inevitably face similar problems in Europe in the future, and relying on compromise and tolerance won't solve anything! Only by fiercely counterattacking, trampling them underfoot, and seizing the opportunity to defeat them can I gain a reputation!

  But to make a name for himself in the 'drug manufacturing and trafficking' business he was about to start, it was extremely important! In the laboratory, refining heroin was not difficult for him. Using heroin to configure magical painkillers, cough medicines, asthma medications, antidepressants, and even tuberculosis syrups was easy as pie. However, to make these magical heroin-based drugs sell like hotcakes throughout Europe, bringing in a fortune for himself, he had to have a huge reputation. Otherwise, who would buy medicine from an unknown 'Mongolian doctor'?

  "Jason, I think it's better to step back." Just a moment of hesitation later, Mrs. Dulan's gentle and soft voice sounded in Zhu Jishi's ear, "If you want to become a famous doctor who earns four or five hundred pounds a year, there are some big shots that can't be offended."

  "Dr. Zhu, actually Lord Ridley and Sir Howard still hold you in high esteem." Blumstein also chimed in, beating the edge of the drum: "Your blood type and transfusion treatment theory can be verified through clinical trials, and this scientific discovery alone is enough to make you a famous doctor."

  Zhu Jishi did not heed the advice of Mrs. Dulan and Dr. Blonsky, an annual income of four or five hundred pounds was nothing in his eyes, the knowledge he possessed in medicine, biology, and chemistry was worth at least forty to fifty million pounds in this era! And to turn part of this knowledge into real gold and silver in the shortest possible time, one had to have a great reputation! The best way to accumulate reputation in a short period of time was to stir up a scientific controversy and emerge victorious!

  I am one side of the debate, while the entire British medical elite is on the other!