Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 298 294. Three Women, Twelve Hours
At 10 o'clock in the evening, the performance hall of the theater began to be noisy.

Spectators wearing various hats sat on seats covered in brown velvet, talking and laughing under the bright gas lamps around them.They talked a lot about the performance just now, and they all showed interest in the next new play.

The Blonde Magpie, starring the new female star of the ensemble, is the end-of-year event of the Parisian opera world, and of all the men who love the ensemble.

As the minutes ticked by, the gossip, laughter and whispers in the auditorium all coalesced, as if guided by a legendary conductor, unified into one name: "Sarah Na~"

The shouting is clear and loud enough, but restrained within a very subtle boundary, so that people will not feel bored after listening.

"Excuse me." The man walked in the aisle of the VIP side, with this name all over his ears, but his eyes kept staring at the usher in front of him, admiring her figure greedily, "Who is this Sharana?" ?”

The girl can clearly feel the sight from behind, or it can be said that everyone who comes here can't help but look at herself, counting it as an appetizer before the meal, or a substitute, she has long been used to it This feeling:

"Sir, you're not a native of Paris, you don't even know Sharana?"

Edward made some fine-tuning to his pronunciation, removed part of the German accent acquired in Vienna, and explained: "Oh, I haven't been back to Paris for a while."

"She was discovered by the boss at the beginning of the year, and she has become a star in just half a year." The usher girl stated the facts, and there was inevitably some jealousy in her words, "Le Figaro reported on the front page today, before 8 o'clock in the evening The house is almost full, so I can see her performance for the first time."

Edward, who was walking behind her, was still looking at her, but he began to weave another picture of a woman he had never seen before in his mind: "So it is like this."

"Sir, your seat is here. There are drinks and snacks next to you. If you have anything to do, you can shake the rope here, and a waiter will come right away." The usher took him to the VIP box and took a seat. "What else is there?" orders?"

"When will the new show start?"

"Half an hour left."

"Sarana is backstage?"

"should be."

Edward looked at the hustle and bustle of the audience, turned around and asked calmly: "If possible, can you let me meet her? Just for a while, and she won't waste too much time."

"This"

The lead seat girl may not be pretty but she must have a good figure, because men look at her back instead of her front face before taking a seat.

The usher girl can also be illiterate, but she must be smart enough to distinguish the status of the visitor, so that the theater will not miss any opportunity to make money.

The person in front of Edward was a typical usher girl, and at the first glance, he saw that this man was different, and he was by no means comparable to those entrepreneurs, bankers, speculators, writers and ordinary politicians in other boxes.

Edward's clothes were not outstanding, and he didn't bring any servants with him, so he looked a bit poor.

But as long as you have been in this circle for a long time, you will know that the real status is not completely reflected in the clothes and appearance.The value of some people has already subtly influenced every aspect of Paris, and the man in front of her gave her this feeling.

And the most direct evidence is the ticket.

The VIP tickets for this show have long been sold out, and it is obviously impossible to add a temporary seat. The only seat that can be vacated is the private box of the boss Mignon.

The boss's judgment is never wrong.

She has listened to Edward's request no less than 30 times today, and the answer is always the official established statement - no time.However, Edward's mysterious identity forced her to change this model without authorization: "The actors are very busy before the performance, I can only try, and it may not succeed."

"I understand this."

"What is your name?"

"Edward, Edward Deruin de Lehuis."

The girl immediately remembered who he was after hearing the name, and said with a smile: "If Ms. Sharana has no time before the performance, I will try my best to persuade her to meet you after the performance, but it is she who makes the final decision."

"Okay, I'll just wait here for the good news."

Edward, who thinks he is the leader in this circle, still has some regrets. He regrets that he did not keep the "Guide to Beauty" that the train conductor took out two days ago, which made this extremely familiar city much stranger.

"Sarana seems to have seen this name on there." Edward just flipped through it casually, recalling that he could no longer remember the ranking in the booklet, "I have to ask Mignon to prepare it for me again in two days. One copy will do."

The performance started at 10:[-]. With the overture of the musicians, the voices from the audience continued unabated.

They waved their arms like sparrows standing on the treetops in the evening, chirping endlessly.In order to show their fanaticism, some people insisted on standing up and uttering all kinds of shouts, which really explained what a place for fun is.

They, even half of Paris, have been busy for this woman for a week, waiting for this moment.

As the curtain and "clouds" at the back of the stage parted, the 20-year-old girl finally appeared in front of everyone
From the perspective of those serious critics, this is not a good show worth pursuing.Not to mention the classic "Faust", it didn't even touch the threshold of ordinary second-rate plays, and the only thing worthy of praise is the beauty of the female lead.

But if you look at it from another angle, such as Edward or the men in the audience, this is definitely a good drama enough to be included in their personal list.

Among them, the most commendable thing is Sharana's beauty. As for her voice and acting skills, they are things that can be polished the day after tomorrow, so they are not worth mentioning.

"Should I go to your place, or go back with me?" Edward held Sharana's hand as he wished, and sent her to the carriage to the Land of Pleasure, "If possible."

Sharana blinked, withdrew her right hand, smiled sweetly, showing two cute dimples: "Just go to my place."

"it is good!"

The performance ended at 12:34, most of the street lights went out, and the theater began to close.

But for a small hotel with a light-yellow exterior wall at the end of the street in the Pigalle district, now is the prime time for normal opening.

Unlike the big theater where celebrities come and go, the guests in the hotel are ordinary guests, who just have more spare money than other hardworking people.At 12 o'clock at night, there will be a few regular customers waiting for the proprietress to open the door, just like going to a cafe every afternoon.

They are not drunken people in the true sense, and they have to get up for work the next day, and they come here more to untangle the emotions accumulated throughout the day.

Drinking Bernau liqueur (a kind of sweet wine brewed by the Bernau monks in the church next door), sometimes teasing the girls, and sometimes chatting with the proprietress called "Madam" in a serious manner.

There is no harm in such a pastime except the loss of time.

For this reason, the small church next door also specially added a midnight home clock for these people.

Every morning at 01:30, monks will ring the bell for 10 seconds. In order to prevent the surrounding people from protesting, the sound is reasonably controlled within the range that ordinary people can tolerate. The time is short and the transmission distance is short enough to remind them That's fine.

The men who got through the midnight peacefully, when they heard the bell, went home to sleep by two o'clock.

Of course, there are also some left, such as young people who are in high demand and some guys who have money to squander.

The wife herself is a farmer, but she was lucky enough to take over here, but it is not easy to get along in Paris, because apparently Paris does not allow the operation of such establishments.In her cognition, this is a deep-rooted "ideological prejudice", but she can't resist it, so she can only choose to compromise.

It's just that this practice of having to change the business hours is difficult to get the approval of some new customers.

"Is it possible to choose someone now?" Li Ben finally saw the prices of these girls after waiting until now, "Wait, 400 francs a night? So expensive?"

"That's the top card, and you won't see anyone before 2 o'clock. Do you understand the rules? Don't be picky if you don't have money, just choose what you can afford." The wife shook the wine glass in her hand, with a look of seeing the truth but not telling the truth. , "I suggest you turn it from the back to the front."

Li Ben had already identified the candidate he wanted, and the one at the top of the list was Laura, who was talking and laughing in front of everyone just now.However, he also knew that such a beautiful and attractive girl must cost a lot of money, especially after seeing the book, he was even more convinced of his judgment.

I can only settle for the next best thing.

Is it Edita who has a slightly worse face?Or the slightly bloated Brenda?Or the slightly older Zoe?

70 francs 85110
Neither is cheap, but the wallet can afford it.

Li Ben was still hesitating, when suddenly the name of the woman he most wanted appeared on a new page.He looked at Laura who was still drinking at the wine table in disbelief. The men around only greeted her, but no one was tempted.

His mind raced through possible details.

Such a beauty was not named?

and only 150 francs
Li Ben keenly sensed something was wrong, but his brain couldn't keep up with his body, and the lower body was the root of everything.He quickly patted three 3-franc notes on the counter, and hurried upstairs with Laura, who was exuding the fragrance of jasmine, in his arms.

"It really is a rookie killer." Just as a regular customer was about to leave, he saw the scene in front of him and couldn't help complaining, "Miss Boss, you don't say anything, it's really bad."

"His eyes are on Laura, I just let him go." The wife took a sip of the rum and said with a smile, "A man still has to stumble before he knows the pain. I hope he won't regret it."

Just as my wife thought, newcomers always pay a price when they first come to Paris.

That's how she came here, and the new visitor went through a similar process on a double bed in a cabin on the second floor: "What do you mean?"

"I suggest that it's better not to take off your shirt." Laura looks young, but her movements are very quick. She is already a veteran with rich experience. "Don't worry, you will be satisfied."

"Wait!" Li Ben asked, "Why not?"

Laura covered her chest with her hand: "You want to know?"

Li Ben was a little surprised, but he already had the feeling of being "deceived" in his mind.He knew very well that he would regret it once he broke the rules the girl said, but curiosity still prevailed: "You will be mine for the next six hours, of course I want to know."

"I don't care, I've paid for it anyway." Laura put her hand on the button and reminded him again, "Are you sure you want me to do this?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

After 10 seconds, Li Ben regretted it, and some small things that should have stepped forward suddenly lost their strength.But he didn't hate this woman. Instead, he had a kind of sympathy that he had never felt before, just like sympathizing with himself for losing his right leg from the perspective of an outsider.

"When did it happen?"

"The operation performed at the Main Palace Hospital two years ago was the same as my mother's. The only difference is that I survived." Laura put on her clothes and asked with a smile, "Did it make you sick?"

"That's not true." Li Ben patted his right leg, "I'm not qualified."

At 8 o'clock in the morning, Laura walked out of the room with a lazy waist.

She didn't do anything that night, but she earned 60 francs just for sleeping, and she was comforted by a pervert, which is quite surprising.

However, the spiritual comfort does not change anything. She still has to face the competitive pressure from her colleagues around her and the fact that her "money-making tools" are damaged, just like she had to choose whether to have surgery or not.

The girl lying on the bed in the main palace hospital and her parents also had to face reality and choices.

Half an hour ago, her stomach ached again, which was different from the severe pain of the previous two days, like a razor repeatedly pushing and pulling in her stomach: "Mom, Mom!!!"

"what happened?"

The mother was still waiting for the director of the obstetrics department to make rounds, when she heard the girl calling her, she returned to her side.Less than 10 minutes after leaving, the daughter's pale face was covered with sweat, and she seemed weak even when she spoke: "My stomach hurts to death. It hurts too much."

"I'm going to the doctor now."

"mom"

The girl raised her hand and pulled her mother's sleeve. Just as she was about to say something, she felt dizzy and dizzy, her eyes darkened and she passed out.She could still hear her mother yelling in her ears, but she never had the strength to open her eyes.It wasn't until she heard the doctor's voice that she completely lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she had already left the ward.

There are dazzling candle lights in front of you, surrounded by spiral circles full of people.The tip of her nose was drowned by bursts of bloody smell, and the sound of various metal collisions filled her ears.

"Where am I?"

She moved her lips weakly, but the reply from the doctors around her was a black mask: "Sleep for a while, it will be fine soon."

(End of this chapter)