Chapter 712: Royal French Military Medical University

Chapter 713 Royal French Military Medical University

Unlike the 21st century, where drug-resistant strains are everywhere due to the misuse of antibiotics, the germs in this era have not yet been "trained", so penicillin treatment is very effective.

Only 4 hours after the injection, Camelia's high fever was initially relieved.

Just after five o'clock, Dr. Lamarck brought in another freshly purified glucose - a small bottle of less than 70 grams, with a concentration of 7.3%.

In this era, there was no technology to produce glucose from starch, and the purification technology was not perfect. It took more than ten kilograms of raisins to make such a small amount of glucose. The cost is as high as more than 200 francs.

Lamarck sucked the glucose solution into the syringe, then pierced the blood vessel in Camelia's arm and began to push it slowly.

Yes, the Crown Prince specifically warned that glucose should not be injected too fast. At this time, there was no bottle lifting equipment, so we had to rely on manual work.

Fortunately, Dr. Lamarck's hand was very steady, and it took him 10 minutes to inject all the medicine into Camelia's body.

After the needle was pulled out, the latter became energetic almost instantly and asked Perna to help her sit up.

Joseph looked at her pale face and asked with concern: "How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?"

The maid nodded, her voice no longer as weak as before: "Thank you, Your Highness, I don't seem to feel as uncomfortable as before."

Lamarck and his assistants looked at each other with shock in their eyes.

They were all experienced doctors, and it was easy to see how weak Camelia was.

According to their estimates, even if the "type 1 antibiotics" take effect, it will take at least five or six days to recover, just like the rabbits in the previous experiment.

The most pessimistic doctor even thought it would take more than half a month for her to get out of bed.

However, that magical glucose was like magic, making her energetic quickly.

Lamarck moved closer to Joseph and whispered: "Your Highness, is the drug mechanism of glucose and opium tincture similar?"

Opium tincture is cherry millet extract, which can really make people feel energetic quickly.

Joseph laughed and shook his head: "No, no, you misunderstood. Glucose is an energy substance.

“Everything we eat is eventually converted into glucose in the body, and anything we do, even just lying down and thinking, consumes this energy.

"When we inject glucose into Camelia, it is equivalent to her having a full meal and digesting it thoroughly, allowing her to quickly recover her strength."

"Wait, Your Highness, could you please say it again?" Lamarque took out his notebook and recorded it very seriously.

Several of his assistants also performed the same actions.

No wonder they are so excited. If this amazing theory proves to be correct, it will definitely win the next Louis Medal for Medicine!

"Of course." Joseph nodded, and then told Lamarck everything he knew about glucose. By the way, he also talked about injecting saline to replenish the body's electrolytes.

Lamarck looked at the notes in his hand and shouted excitedly: "Your Highness, according to what you said, we can survive without eating or drinking and injecting glucose and saline every day.

"Human life forms will be changed as a result!"

He didn't even ask how His Royal Highness the Crown Prince knew these things. In fact, His Highness gave him some "surprises" from time to time, and he was used to it - it must have been God's revelation.

Joseph hurriedly shook his head and said: "This is not possible. If we want to survive, in addition to the most basic energy, water and electrolytes, we also need a wide variety of vitamins and trace elements. And these substances must be obtained from various foods."

Lamarck looked at Joseph with straight eyes and murmured: "Vitamins...trace elements...essential substances for survival..."

Joseph suddenly felt that he had gone too far, and he coughed dryly and said: "Well, I can tell you slowly about these while you are developing the 'Type 1 antibiotics'."

He looked at the sky outside the window and gestured to Camelia: "This is not suitable for a patient to rest. I have to take her back to the Palace of Versailles."

"Okay, Your Highness." Lamarck nodded with some disappointment, and then asked, "Well, I want to write a paper on glucose and electrolytes. Oh, it will definitely not delay the research and development here. Do you think it is okay?"

"Of course." Joseph said, "Please also send someone to deliver the medicine and glucose that Camelia needs to use to the Palace of Versailles tomorrow morning."

"I will deliver it myself." Lamarck obviously wanted to "get" some knowledge about vitamins and the like, but he still defended, "Injecting medicine requires certain skills, and I'm worried that others will not be able to do it."

"Okay, that's my problem."

On the way back to Versailles.

Perna was sitting in the carriage, lowering her head and thinking about something.

Joseph thought she had something on her mind and was about to ask when she suddenly raised her head, her eyes flashing with excitement: "Your Highness, I think injecting glucose and saline can play a very important role in treating the wounded.

"Many soldiers are comatose or too weak to eat, causing their bodies to gradually collapse.

"If the logistics supply can bring glucose and physiological saline, the mortality rate of the wounded will be greatly reduced!"

She is worthy of being the founder of the French army's field hospital, and she is always thinking about the wounded soldiers.

Joseph nodded in agreement: "You are right. However, this requires the construction of a new syringe manufacturing plant. As for glucose, it can be produced in the Paris Pharmaceutical Factory."

Perna continued: "Your Highness, syringes can be produced in the mask factory. There are many skilled workers there."

The mask factory that Joseph invested in has been managed by Perna. Now it has developed into a large factory with a monthly output of 65,000 masks and good profitability.

Joseph nodded: "That's good. I will let the craftsman who made the syringes today help you."

Perna took his arm, leaned her head on his shoulder, and said softly: "Thank God for letting me meet you. Only with you, my life has become so meaningful."

Joseph stroked her hair: "You are also the most unique scenery in my life."

The two of them were affectionate for a while, and Perna remembered something: "By the way, Your Highness, my father also mentioned before that injecting medicines requires superb skills. Even I can't easily pierce the vein with a needle.

"So, I think we need to provide special training for military doctors and nurses in field hospitals. "

Joseph patted the back of her hand and said, "Why not build a military medical university? Soldiers need the best treatment technology.

"I'll ask Brian to allocate funds.

"The Royal Military Medical University of France, and you will be the president."