William III had already received eight doses of this medicine before, and with the five that followed, the cost of this one drug alone reached 2.6 million Thaler—more than 7 million Franc!
In addition, he had to receive several injections a day of things like "Physical Energy Fluid" and "Electrolytes," each costing 5,000 to 10,000 Thaler. Well, they were actually just Glucose and Saline.
Joseph had seized upon a fat sheep this time and was fleecing it ruthlessly, ideally earning back even the research costs for Penicillin.
By comparison, Dr. Carrière's exorbitant 5,000-Thaler surgery and treatment fee was practically negligible.
Of course, though William III's heart ached, these medicines truly could save lives, so he accepted the cost no matter how much money it took. In any case, he already owed the French a great deal of money; owing them a little more made no difference.
A French "maid" skillfully picked up a glass syringe as thick as a baby's arm, curtsied to William III, and the latter hurriedly positioned his arm for her.
The nurse accurately inserted the needle into the king's vein, then gently pushed the syringe plunger—intravenous injections still relied entirely on manual delivery, so she would have to keep pushing for more than an hour.
As the medicine continuously flowed into William III's body, he felt noticeably more energetic after barely ten minutes, and could not help sighing inwardly that medicine costing 200,000 really was different.
Well, an intravenous injection of Glucose would naturally restore his strength quickly.
William III looked at Dr. Carrière. "This Type 1..."
"It is an Antibiotic, Your Majesty."
"Oh, right, Type 1 Antibiotic. Other than gunshot wounds, can it treat other illnesses?"
"Many," the doctor said. "For example, Fever, Pneumonia, Diphtheria, Scarlet Fever—oh, and Syphilis."
William III's eyes widened enormously. After