plumnovel Chapter 17 is very explicit and convincing.
Chapter 17 is very explicit and convincing.
Nobody will bother arguing with a madman.
But one thing is for sure: the newspaper would never hire a madman.
After escaping from Baron Federico's estate, Marinho rushed back to the newspaper office, wanting to write another article exposing the fraudster.
However, he got beaten up on his way back to the newspaper office. Even so, he still decided to "rescue" those so-called "Cinderellas". After a self-directed and self-acted prince rescue operation, he returned to the newspaper office after nightfall.
By this time, there were hardly any people still working in the newspaper office. Marinho had just picked up his pen when the editor-in-chief called him over.
"Did you go to the hospital to investigate when you were writing that report?"
Marinho quickly explained:
"Editor-in-chief, please let me explain! Time was extremely tight at the time. In order to report this news as soon as possible, I..."
"So they didn't go."
The editor-in-chief only looked up at this moment, staring at Marinho with a serious expression.
"So, you published that report without doing any investigation?"
"Editor-in-chief, I met with the investigating judge, Alessandro, back then, he was..."
Marinho, who had originally intended to say that Alessandro had given him the nickname "Deadly Doctor," suddenly found himself speechless—because the editor-in-chief threw a newspaper at him.
The newspaper featured a photo of Alessandro and Liu Yide, with the report stating that the investigating judge had discovered suspicious points in the case and had Liu Yide released from prison!
"Damn it! That Alessandro guy, he used me..."
Just as Marinho was enraged, the editor-in-chief calmly said:
"Alright, Marinho, you can pack your things. I don't want the entire newspaper to become a defendant because of you."
What?
Marinho was still a little dazed when the editor-in-chief said, word by word:
"Damn it, how could you publish such a thing without any investigation? You should know that Liu Yide—he is a kind and generous great scientist!"
"Editor-in-chief, he's a fraud!"
The next instant, the editor-in-chief flew into a rage and shouted:
"roll!"
I'm unemployed...
Marinho is out of a job!
Faced with sudden unemployment, he was completely stunned—what on earth happened?
"It's all because of that liar!"
Almost subconsciously, Marinho blamed everything that had happened to him on the liar and on people's ignorance.
"God, why are people always so easily deceived!"
Amidst his reflections, Marinho seemed to have found a new purpose in life—to expose the fraudster's actions completely!
"No, I need to gather evidence. I must prove to the world that I am right!"
Some people are born stubborn; once they've made up their minds, nothing can change their minds!
In fact, this is human nature!
Sometimes, people like to avoid the truth because they are unwilling to face their mistakes.
This day was a profound blow to Marinho.
Not only did I lose my job, but I also became a laughing stock...
Under the streetlights, a completely drunk Marinho, oblivious to the horse manure scattered on the ground, lay on the roadside and roared:
"The idea that syphilis can be cured is a complete joke!"
……
Meanwhile, in Federico's guest room, Liu Yide was enjoying his first truly peaceful sleep since his transmigration.
They don't have to worry about making a living or their safety.
I completely relaxed.
I don't know how long I slept.
Opening his eyes, Liu Yide didn't rush to get out of bed. Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, and the distant church bells tolled calmly and steadily.
Happiness can sometimes be as simple and unpretentious as this.
She turned over and pulled the blanket up a little.
The bed is very comfortable and soft; it truly lives up to its reputation as a bed for the nobility.
How many years has it been since I slept in like this?
Anyone who has experienced studying 24 hours a day or working 24 hours a day knows very well how luxurious it is to sleep in late.
Now it's all good, we've time-traveled!
No more working like a beast of burden!
Now... everyone's transmigrated, who wants to be a beast of burden anymore!
Liu Yide closed his eyes, a slow smile spreading across his face. From now on, he could sleep until he naturally woke up every day like this.
When a person relaxes, their hearing becomes much better than usual, and they can hear footsteps in the hallway outside the door.
The footsteps approached from afar and stopped outside his door.
Then there is no more then.
The footsteps stopped for a few seconds, then left.
A moment later, footsteps came again, stopped, and then left.
Hesitant, lingering, as if struggling with whether or not to knock on the door.
who can that be?
Federico?
What is he doing here?
It seems I won't be able to sleep in.
"Is that Federico?"
Upon waking up and opening the door, Liu Yide saw Federico standing there with an apologetic expression.
"Sir, I'm so sorry to disturb your rest. I didn't mean to bother you, but..."
"fine."
Liu Yide waved his hand and asked:
"Is there something you need?"
Federico hesitated for a moment, then said:
"Sir, the clinic has already admitted several patients with syphilis. So, you see, you see, could you perhaps..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but his meaning was already quite clear.
Seeing this, Liu Yide remembered—he did indeed promise Federico that he would guide him in treating patients. Not as a doctor, but as a consultant. In modern terms, it would be called "technical support."
However, since I've promised, I have to do it.
After washing up and changing his clothes, Liu Yide followed Federico downstairs.
When the patients in the ward saw Liu Yide come downstairs, their eyes lit up as if they had seen a savior.
"Mr. Louis!"
"Sir, you must save me!"
"gentlemen,……"
Liu Yide nodded in response. He didn't rush to see the patient, but instead asked Federico, "Where are the medical records?"
At this point, he was speaking in Chinese pronunciation because the word wasn't in the Italian language manual.
"Medical records?"
Federico looked utterly astonished.
"It's the patient's records."
Liu Yide frowned, wondering if there were no medical records in this era.
Even if he hadn't eaten pork, he had at least seen pigs walk, so he patiently explained:
"Name, age, symptoms, medical history, test results, medication records—all of these must be written down."
"Ah, is this it?"
Federico suddenly realized what was happening and quickly asked Luca to bring him paper and pen. But Liu Yide glanced at it and realized it wasn't a medical record at all.
They just jotted down some random information on a few pieces of paper, including their names and ages, nothing else.
"No, this won't do."
Liu Yide shook his head, thought for a moment about the medical record templates used in hospitals in later generations, and asked:
"Give me some paper."
Luca hurried off to find it. A short while later, he returned with a stack of papers.
Liu Yide sat down at the table, picked up a pen, and began to write on the paper.
"Patient's name—this section." He pointed to the top of the card.
"Age—here."
"Gender - male or female".
"Main symptoms..."
He wrote down column by column, talking as he wrote, while Federico and Luca stood beside him, their eyes widening and their mouths opening wider and wider.
This...this is a medical record?
Just one glance, and
Liu Yide drew another table.
"This is called a body temperature record card."
He pointed to the form and said:
"Record your body temperature every two hours each day. You can tell at a glance whether your temperature is high or low."
We use fever therapy to treat syphilis, so a thermometer is crucial. If the temperature is high, immediately use a damp towel to lower it; if ice is available, it can also be used.
Federico was stunned.
In all his years of medical practice, he had never seen anything like it. He had seen medical records before, but those records were just notes that doctors jotted down, some of which even he himself couldn't understand.
But the card in Liu Yide's hand was crystal clear. Even a layman could make out its general meaning.
As for the temperature card, that's even more remarkable!
It may seem insignificant, but during treatment, doctors can easily see how many days a patient has had a fever and to what extent.
"Sir, is your temperature recorded every two hours? Do you need to record it at night too?"
"Even more so at night. High fevers are most likely to recur at night."
Liu Yide nodded:
"This requires doctors, or at least nurses on night shifts, to pay attention to the patients' condition at night. In other words, there needs to be a night shift system."
He didn't notice that Federico's gaze towards him had changed as he spoke.
From worship to reverence, from reverence to conviction, from conviction to excitement.
"Sir, this...this is your idea?"
Federico's voice trembled slightly. In his twenty years of medical practice, he had never seen a case like this. Simple, clear, and immediately understandable.
If this had been used sooner, perhaps many fewer people could have died!
I guess so.
Liu Yide didn't explain further. He couldn't explain it; he couldn't very well say that this was standard equipment in hospitals in later generations, could he?
Luca also came over and stared at the temperature card for a while:
"Sir, with this kind of record, you can see at a glance how many days the patient has had a fever and at what temperature."
"Yes. And these medical records will be the best data for future research."
Federico nodded repeatedly, and a hint of doubt crept into his gaze as he looked at Liu Yide.
He... really isn't a doctor?
How do you know so much?
In the following time, Liu Yide guided Federico and Luca to examine each patient, inquire about their medical history, fill out medical records, measure their temperature, and most importantly, guide them on how to inject malaria.
It took more than two hours to finish.
However, it will take a few more days for the illness to manifest.
So, all that's left is to wait.
After leaving the ward and going to the doctor's office, Federico remembered what his wife had said the night before and pushed the suitcase in front of Liu Yide.
"Sir, here is today's consultation fee."
Golden light spilled out of the box.
The gold coins gleamed alluringly in the sunlight. Liu Yide stared at the box of gold coins, unable to look away for a moment.
He had seen gold coins before, but never this many.
These gold coins may not be as large as gold pounds, but they are plentiful!
Liu Yide's absent-mindedness caught Federmione's eye, making him realize that Julius was right—gold speaks louder than any words.
"Sir, each patient will be charged 2000 lira, and there will be six patients in total..."
Federico pushed the box forward and said:
"That's 12000 lira in total. Please make sure you accept it."
This was Juliet's idea. According to her, Liu Yide had just arrived and would definitely need money, so they should give him all the medical fees.
In fact, the patient paid in paper money, but Juliet specifically instructed him to exchange it for gold coins.
Because compared to paper money, gold is more direct and more convincing!
Staring at the box of gold coins, Liu Yide felt his blood boil again.
12000 lira?
12000 lira? He quickly did the mental calculation—at 1 lira equals 0.29 grams of gold, this box of gold coins contains more than three kilograms of gold alone.
Three kilograms of gold!
He has seen more gold in his entire life than he has in the past two weeks.
No, I've never seen it in my past life.
Good grief, these people... always like to challenge my weaknesses.
No, it's challenging my hobbies!
Well, I have to say, gold is indeed very yellow, and that's quite convincing.
Taking a deep breath, Liu Yide shifted his gaze away from the box of gold coins.
"Fedemiro, as I said before, I'm only responsible for guiding the treatment."
"Yes."
"I will not practice medicine as a doctor."
"I see."
"so……"
Liu Yide thought for a moment and said:
"I'll take half, you keep the other half."
One should not be too greedy!
Federico was immediately stunned and quickly said:
"Sir, how can this be? These patients were all treated with the therapy you invented—"
This was clearly unexpected for him and his wife. After all, in their view, the money should rightfully go to Liu Yide, since Federico was just an assistant.
But now they've actually given him half.
"But, they were the ones you treated."
Liu Yide interrupted him and said:
"The clinic is yours, you're the one who sees the patients, and you and Luca administer the treatments. I only offered a few pointers. Taking half is already more than enough..."
He glanced at the box of gold coins, gleaming and golden. Though it was far away, the gold coins felt warm and comforting, even giving him a sense of inner peace and happiness.