Royal French Military Medical University

Unlike the twenty-first century, where antibiotic abuse had sent drug-resistant strains flying everywhere, the germs of this era had yet to be "tempered," so Penicillin was extremely effective.

Just four hours after the injection, Camellia's high fever had begun to subside.

Shortly after five o'clock, Dr. Lamarck brought over freshly purified Glucose—a small bottle containing less than seventy grams, at a concentration of 7.3%.

This era had no technology for producing Glucose from starch, and purification techniques were still imperfect. Producing this tiny amount of Glucose had consumed over ten jin of raisins. The cost had exceeded two hundred Francs.

Lamarck drew the Glucose solution into a Syringe, then inserted it into a vein in Camellia's arm and began slowly pressing the plunger.

Yes, the Crown Prince had specifically instructed that Glucose could not be injected too quickly. There was no IV drip equipment at the time, so it could only be administered slowly by hand.

Fortunately, Dr. Lamarck's hands were very steady. It took ten minutes to inject all the medicine into Camellia's body.

The moment the needle was withdrawn, she almost immediately seemed more spirited, and asked Perna to help her sit up.

Joseph looked at her pale little face and asked with concern, "How do you feel? Are you better?"

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

Lamarck and his assistants exchanged looks, their eyes filled with intense shock.

They were all experienced doctors and could easily tell just how weak Camellia's body was.

By their estimates, even if the "Type 1 Antibiotic" took effect, like it had on the rabbits used in earlier experiments, it would take at least five or six days for her strength