Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Before today, Edward could hardly have imagined that an 18-year-old surgeon and a 28-year-old opera writer could talk and laugh at a messy masquerade.

Especially that Kavey, who usually doesn't chat with others much, will discuss love with others
At first glance, it sounds like the two have completely different attitudes towards love. Carvey chatted enthusiastically, but he still rejected Bizet's request to create an opera based on him.

This was obviously a suggestion made on a whim. Bizet admitted that he was impulsive, but the impulsiveness was not without reason.After all, the name of the first opera he created was "A Family of Medicine", and the name of the opera that won the first prize in that operetta was "Doctor Calamir", all of which were related to doctors.

The only pity is that the former is a family comedy, while the latter is still a love story, and there is no medical scene.

Edward didn't understand why the two of them had such a happy chat at first, but later he seemed to understand from another angle, because they are very similar in other aspects except for their different understanding of love.

They are all workaholics, their lives are very simple, and they are all geniuses who have already become famous when they were young.If one wanted to find out the difference between the two, it would probably be the pipe that Bizet was dangling from his mouth.

From the moment we met, the pipe had stuck to his mouth, puffing out smoke non-stop.

The addiction to smoking is so strong that it has surpassed most of the people Carvey has met.

Carvey certainly doesn't like talking to strangers, even if he's a very famous playwright.The reason why we have talked so far is that smoking is a very important opportunity.

He has never seen Bizet, and he does not know his face, but he must know his name, and he also knows his masterpiece "Carmen" and his untimely death before he was 40 years old.

Many people said that Bizet's death was related to the failure of the premiere of "Carmen", because he died of depression after not being recognized by the audience.However, when encountering accidents in their prime, most of them go crazy or choose to commit suicide, and it is far-fetched to die suddenly.

In fact, it is extremely irresponsible to discuss the cause of death of the predecessors without any basis.What's more, the predecessors are sitting in front of him alive, showing off the wine in their hands, and pouring out the bitterness of frustration after returning from Rome to him.

But Carvey is a doctor with top medical level more than 100 years later, and he can see some clues from the details of life.

He chose to make a tentative inquiry in the tone of a doctor, leading the topic from love and opera to tobacco, and then he hoped to persuade him as a friend: "Mr. Bizet, you seem to be coughing all the time. Is your throat Not feeling well?"

"good."

Bizet didn't care about that.

Being able to compose music in such a noisy place is indeed worthy of the name of a genius, and he even regards coughing as a necessary rhythm point when composing music.

Whenever he writes a passage on the score, he will raise the small fork in his hand and dance back and forth with the melody that only he knows: "The weather in Paris has been changing recently. It rained a little last night, maybe I caught a cold." .”

"I see you cough when you smoke your pipe, and you'll feel better when you stop."

"Oh? Really?" Bizei put down his glass with a smile, and couldn't help but take another two sips for himself, "Then I can't stop, at least not today, the sound of coughing is constantly inspiring me. Cough cough cough."

Kavey also rushed forward desperately, and when something really happened to his body, it was useless to regret it.

He didn't want the genius in front of him to repeat the same mistakes, so he suggested: "Although tobacco is a good recreational product, it may also be toxic. If you have time, I suggest you go to the hospital for a checkup."

"Check? I've checked it a long time ago." Bizet touched his throat, "When I came back from Naples, my throat was always uncomfortable."

"What did the doctor say? What's the problem?"

Carvey asked tentatively, always implying that his doctors would not be too outrageous, but in the end he found that he was still too optimistic.The physician believed that Bizet's throat discomfort was related to the hot and dry weather in the Italian summer and his inappropriate diet.

"He suggested that I move back to Paris as soon as possible, and eat regular French food every day. After completing the above two points, he suggested that I try to smoke some tobacco, saying that it can relieve the discomfort in the throat." Bizet said to himself I took a sip, "It was a bit uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it, and every sip can relax my throat."

"Have you had a sore throat before smoking?" Carvey immediately fixed Bizet's disease.

"Yeah, it was quite uncomfortable at the time." Bizet coughed twice while talking, cleared his throat, and corrected the crooked voice, "But it's better now, at least it won't affect my creation .”

For the respiratory tract, tobacco burning will never produce positive feedback. The reason why people think that smoking does not cough is because nicotine paralyzes the nerves.

Since the problem occurred before smoking, it means that tobacco may not be the main cause.The small turning point in the diagnosis, as well as the curiosity about the diagnosis results, caused some changes in Kavey's emotions that were difficult for outsiders to detect.

"How long has it been?"

"how long?"

Bizet stopped writing and recalled some things when he went to Rome for further study: "In 57, he won the Rome Composition Award, and he went there for three years to study. Alright."

"For such a long time, it seems that tobacco has not played a big role." Carvey said listening to his cough from time to time, "It means that the original disease still exists."

"Maybe."

"So." Carvey saw that he was still indulging in his own music, not in the mood to talk about coughing, and really didn't want to disturb him, so he just asked, "Mr. Bizet, will you come to see tomorrow's surgery?"

"Well, I'll ask Mr. Edward to help me get a seat. It doesn't need to be too far in front, and I can't read it anyway." Bizet suddenly stopped writing, and the score that was written smoothly was stuck in the final finishing stage, which made him endure He couldn't help frowning, "I hope Professor Hu Jier won't scold me when he finds out."

Carvey joked with a smile: "I don't think it's a big problem. The operation theater in Vienna is still open to the public, just like Paris 20 years ago."

"That's good"

Bizet smoked his pipe, looked at the score horizontally and vertically for a long time, and asked: "Is the cesarean section tomorrow afternoon a pregnant woman?"

Carvey:? ? ?
"Uh, I mean, is she married?"

"Probably." Carvey said, "I'm only in charge of surgery. As long as it doesn't affect the diagnosis and treatment of the disease, I don't care about the patient's life."

The topic of the chat between the two went back and forth and finally returned to the beginning: "I guess since she has a child, she is probably married, but I don't know if she really loves each other. It is still too difficult to fall in love these days. gone."

"Yes, it is indeed more precious than gold."

Bizet took off his pipe and looked at Carvey: "So why does a young and promising medical genius like you have no love? Look at Professor Cedieu, who got married at the age of 22 after graduating from medical school. Hu Jier seems to be 25 years old. Qu Yong fell in love at the age of 19, and married at the age of 24. They are not geniuses."

Carvey was taken aback by his gossip: "How do you know so clearly."

"To find inspiration." Bizet said with a smile, "to praise the love of doctors, it must be the love of doctors!"

Carvey laughed too, but didn't know what to say.His soul is more than 60 years old, at least, and he was devoted to medicine in his previous life. Without this kind of appeal, it will only get worse now.

According to Wilde, life is one stupid thing chasing another stupid thing, and love is two stupid things chasing each other
Carvey sighed and expressed his point of view: "So they are not only stupid, but also face twice as many stupid things as ordinary people."

Listening to the fallacies made by Kavey in a serious statement, Bizet didn't take it seriously: "Dr. Kavey, I sincerely admire your professionalism, but your view of love is just like what you said just now, they don't even do double stupid things." Fearless, isn't this kind of love worth writing a score for the world to pass on from generation to generation?"

"That's fine."

At the masquerade, Carvey did not dance, nor did he wear any mask to cover his face. The central carnival dance floor, the surrounding seats for naps, and the flirting bar had nothing to do with him.From the beginning to the end, he stayed in the private room upstairs with Bizet and Edward.

He saw many people until the end of the ball.

Including but not limited to the deputy governor of the Bank of France, the chief of the police station, two local judges, some lawyers, many civil servants he can't name, and of course many colleagues.Even the socially reticent Kavi knew there was no harm in befriending them.

Among them, the ones who concerned him the most were the bank's vice president, Slang, and the police chief, Xie Basto.

The former mentioned a very important auction, and Carvey was very interested.Although under Edward's leadership he could enter and exit all legal places in Paris at will, he still had to pay for it himself.At this time, the bank needs to come forward and give me some necessary help.

And the latter.
"Director, how are you going to do tonight?" Carvey already asked for help, so he raised his red wine glass and asked
"Dr. Carvey, don't worry, if there is a messy guy, my subordinates will never let him go."

Xie Basto patted his chest, poured half a glass of brandy into his mouth smoothly, and then vomited heavily drunkenly: "Anyway, anyway, your queen will arrive in Paris in a few days, things, Things are coming together, and we just happened to go out and sort things out."

rectify?

Carvey didn't know the specific purpose of the note.

But the war has taught him what it means to be cautious, and Carvey is worried that something will go wrong, so he must give the note to Mick.But at the same time, he was afraid that it was a misunderstanding, and that Mick's indiscriminate attack would be too heavy, and he hoped that the intervention of the French police would make that lunatic feel less afraid.

Who would have thought that things would turn out like this now.

He wasn't worried about Mick, as long as this guy didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, he was basically invincible in Paris.This mighty grain transport team alone is enough to demonstrate his status.

"Yes, to rectify, we must drive away those shameless female mice on the street." Xie Basto was really drunk, and he was still drunk, "As long as these mice are gone, Pigalle is still quite normal Yes. Say yes, Miss Sharana."

As he was talking, he forgot that there was an Edward sitting beside the girl, and couldn't help but threw his whole body into her arms.

Fortunately, Sharana reacted quickly, got up gracefully, and then sat on her lover's lap, avoiding this unnecessary trouble.

Of course, only women's troubles are avoided, and men's troubles are just beginning now.

Edward helped Sharana up, and then he stood up too. While putting on his bow tie and white shirt, he looked at the white gloves in his pocket: "My lord, you are drunk, why don't you go back first?" Bar."

"Go back? Why go back?"

Xie Basto became more and more courageous, shaking the wine glass in his hand, and shouted: "Miss Sharana is so, so beautiful, she was far away yesterday, and today I was lucky enough to see it up close, so I should stay a little longer That's right."

Edward saw that he was making progress, so he could only continue to swear his sovereignty: "You don't look up to see who I am?"

"Who?" Xie Basto shook his hand away, and after shaking his body twice, he finally stabilized his body, and then he saw clearly, "Oh, isn't this Ambassador Edward, from, from that place called Vienna, as soon as he came back ,At once."

"Have you had enough trouble?!"

"Don't talk nonsense, where am I making trouble." Xie Basto's eyes and smile changed, becoming more mocking, "Sarana's performance was so successful last night, but she left in such a hurry, It turned out to be. Hehe! I think, ah! I think, ah, we should celebrate her, don’t you think?”

After the same sentence passes through the ears of different people, it will produce two completely opposite meanings.

What Carvey heard was his intention, because he didn't know Sharana's real occupation, and he didn't see Sharana get on Edward's carriage.What Edward heard must have meant something else. The object of celebration changed from "successful performance" to "going in a hurry", which became a derogatory term.

If it wasn't for the up-and-coming female star's strong dissuasion, Edward's gloves might have been smashed on the man's face.

At that time, things really have no room for turning around.

Carvey, who had the most conversations with the director, also had to intervene at this time: "He just drank too much, and he was drunk when he first came. Everyone has important positions, so it's all a joke, forget it. "

"Yes, Mr. Edward, don't pay attention to these details."

"I also felt something was wrong when I saw him at the door. Has he been drinking since noon?"

"The next month is Ramadan, and we have to do all kinds of security work for the queen's trip. It's time to have a carnival."

Just when everyone was urging Edward to calm down, there was a muffled sound of heavy objects hitting in the private room.It wasn't until they turned their heads that Xie Basto, who was still holding the wine bottle and talking nonsense just now, fell to the ground.