Chapter 14

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Standing at the door of the Durand clothing store on Dover Street, Jason saw Mrs. Durand sitting behind the counter, talking to a man. As he approached, he realized that the man was none other than Dr. Blumstein, who had helped him save Chou Fat that day. The last time at the De Nave villa, the old doctor had been very impressed with his medical skills. Could he have come today to seek his advice?

With a smile, Jason strode into the store, about to greet the two, but he noticed the regretful expressions on Mrs. Durand's and Dr. Blumstein's faces, and their serious gazes made him pause. He looked at Dr. Blumstein with a questioning look. Dr. Blumstein quickly stood up and smiled, "Mr. Zhu, you're back."

Mrs. Durand also smiled, "Jason, Dr. Blumstein heard from Isabelle that you're staying with me, so he came specially to... to..." She seemed hesitant, unsure how to continue.

"Hey, I just came to talk to you about something," the old doctor's expression turned serious, and he looked reproachful, "Have you been submitting articles to The Lancet lately, saying that doctors not washing their hands and instruments thoroughly before surgery can bring 'toxins' to patients, causing their wounds to become infected and abscessed?"

This is the truth! Jason thought. In this era, doctors are, to some extent, murderers. The number of people they kill through malpractice is several times more than those they save! If there were no doctors in Europe, patients might be safer.

Thinking about this, he said, somewhat puzzled, "Dr. Blumstein, the content I submitted to The Lancet is based on facts. During this period, I implemented strict disinfection measures in the obstetrics department of the Omen Hospital, successfully reducing the incidence of puerperal fever to almost zero. I wonder what the Royal Society of Medicine will think of this result?"

Dr. Blumstein laughed coldly, "Dr. Zhu, do you think the people in the Royal Society of Medicine will admit that improper behavior by doctors is causing the deaths of many patients?"

Jason was taken aback. From the tone of his voice, it seemed his article had really stirred up a big hornet's nest. Then he thought about his skin color. If a white doctor had proposed the same idea, it might have been widely accepted in the medical community (in fact, the Czech doctor Ignaz Semmelweis had proposed the same idea in history, but became the enemy of the entire medical community and died in a mental hospital). So he smiled and said nothing.

Seeing that Jason was silent, Dr. Blumstein sighed and said with a bitter smile, "If you had only proposed the blood type theory and blood transfusion therapy, you might not have angered the bigwigs in the Royal Society of Medicine. I heard that Sir Reed of the Royal Society of Medicine is planning to test your theory on a few Indians... If his experiment succeeds, even if you are a Tartar, you will eventually be recognized by the Royal Society of Medicine. But I didn't expect that your theory about surgical disinfection would cause such a big stir."

Mrs. Durand, seeing Jason's silence, asked, "Dr. Blumstein, is there still a way to remedy the situation?"

"Remedy... The only way is to retract your statements about surgical disinfection and publish an apology in The Lancet. Perhaps this way, you can still keep your medical license..."

"Is there a chance I might lose my medical license?" Mrs. Durand exclaimed in surprise.

"Very likely. Yesterday, I heard from a friend in the Royal Society of Medicine that they are considering revoking the medical license of a Tartar," Dr. Blumstein sighed. "They must be talking about Dr. Zhu."

Hearing this, Jason gradually became angry. It's just about washing hands before surgery! How big of a deal is it? These 1842 killing doctors and drug dealers are making a big fuss over nothing. Do they have any medical ethics at all?

"What if I can provide strong evidence?" Jason said coldly.

Dr. Blumstein sighed, "What kind of strong evidence can you provide? Your theory might be correct, but there's no way to prove it! What are those 'toxins'? Who can say clearly?"

Jason frowned, "What if I really can?"

This time, it was Dr. Blumstein's turn to be silent. After a moment, he shook his head forcefully, "No, I don't believe it. You can't do it. No matter how well you do at Omen Hospital, the Royal Society of Medicine will not recognize it. I know these old stubborn men too well; they never admit their mistakes."

Jason snorted, "I said, what if! Dr. Blumstein, what do you think the people in the Royal Society of Medicine will do to me?"

Dr. Blumstein looked at the resolute Jason and sighed again, shaking his head, "You will become the public enemy of the entire English medical community, no, the entire European medical community! Not only because you attribute 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 the evidence you provide, the medical community will not recognize it!"

He took a deep breath and emphasized, "At that time, you will lose your medical license and may not be able to stand in Europe. If you don't mind going back to the Siberian steppe, you can challenge the entire British medical community! This is a good way for a small person to go down in history."

Hearing Dr. Blumstein's words, Jason's mind was in turmoil. A thought flashed through his mind, "The truth is on my side! Compared to the medical authorities of this era in Britain, I am 170 years ahead! The knowledge I possess can make me the founder of many disciplines in this era. If the British scientific community still recognizes the truth, I will certainly defeat those irresponsible quacks. Since that's the case, why not take a big risk! Really challenge the entire British medical community! Then step on their shoulders to rise—why should these guys, with their heads full of racial discrimination, try to suppress me, this 'Tartar doctor'? I will inevitably face the same problems in Europe in the future. Retreat and tolerance cannot solve the problem. Only a strong counterattack, stepping on these guys, and using the opportunity to gain a reputation!"

And becoming famous is also very important for my upcoming 'drug manufacturing and trafficking' business! Extracting heroin in the laboratory is not difficult for me. Using heroin to formulate miracle drugs for pain relief, cough suppression, asthma, depression, and even tuberculosis syrup is a piece of cake. But to make these miraculous heroin-based drugs popular throughout Europe and bring me a steady stream of wealth, I must have a great reputation. Otherwise, who would buy the medicine from an unknown 'Mongolian doctor'?

"Jason, I think you should take a step back," Mrs. Durand's gentle and soft voice sounded in Jason's ear after a moment's hesitation. "If you want to become a famous doctor earning four or five hundred pounds a year, you can't offend some important people."

"Dr. Zhu, actually, Sir Reed and Sir Hob are very impressed with you," Dr. Blumstein also chimed in, "Your blood type and blood transfusion theory can be verified through clinical trials. Just this one scientific discovery is enough to make you a famous doctor."

Jason ignored Mrs. Durand's and Dr. Blumstein's advice. An annual income of four or five hundred pounds was not important to him. The medical, biological, and chemical knowledge he possessed was worth at least four or five million pounds in this era! To turn part of this knowledge into real gold and silver in the shortest time, he must have a great reputation! The best way to build a reputation in a short time is to spark a scientific debate and win it!

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

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