Nightingale vs Semmelweis: does the ward heal by design or by handwashing?

Give me light, air, and clean linen, and the fever loses its grip; I redesigned the whole ward and the death rate fell.

Admirable, madam, but your miasma is a ghost; I proved doctors carried death on their own fingers from the corpse to the cradle.

You had one insight and no diplomacy, Ignaz, while I moved governments with my statistics and my rose diagrams.

You charmed the ministers; I was mocked into an asylum, yet every surgeon who scrubs today obeys me, not your open window.