Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 399 395. Handyman

Before he really met Rochester, Geyser felt that his life was very difficult.

He has an elegant personality, and his ability to study and work is far inferior to that of his elder brothers. His father has no hope for him, and he lives in confusion. This time when I was on vacation in Zurich, I was first bitten by a horse, and then was violently injured by a wild woman. After undergoing two consecutive repair surgeries, I rested for two weeks in the Municipal General Hospital, and then I successfully met my idol Han. Sri Lanka.

However, Hans was used to being a loner and did not accept any apprentices, nor did he need assistants, agents, or models.

Geizer dragged Kavi and stayed with him for more than ten days. After all, he finally found a job as a "handyman" in Hans's studio. 【1】

At that time, he was still wondering why Hans could build a studio and paint so many famous paintings by himself. Later I learned that in Hans's eyes, anything other than necessary entertainment was unnecessary and boring. He is his assistant, and Franz's palace is his agent.

As for models, all citizens of Vienna could be his models.

"Then I can also be your model." Geizer put on his coat and tall hat, picked up the cane that young people disdain to use, and posed against the wall, "How about, I can be your exclusive one in the future. Male model.”

Whenever he stood confidently on the balcony, in the shade of a tree, or somewhere else, Hans would always shake his head and tell him to come down, confirming his enthusiasm with a smile and firmly rejecting his request.

To put it simply, Geize's physical condition is not good. He has no muscle lines that can reflect the curves of his body. When stripped naked, he is just an erect and long monkey, no different from the stretched dough in the bakery. There is no beauty at all.

During the four months Geyser spent in Vienna, his painting skills basically did not improve. Instead, he learned a bunch of boxing, fencing and escape techniques. Hans didn't seem to be ready to let him learn to paint in peace, but instead threw him into underground boxing rings, sword training halls, suburban barren hills, and hospitals again and again.

"You are dating a really rich woman." No matter how picky he was, Geizer could not be interested in Mathilde, who was nearly 50 years old. He could only use money to comfort his old friend, "I heard that the jewelry in her jewelry box It’s worth millions of francs.”

Rochester looked at him talking eloquently, and didn't know whether he was too sensitive or if it was really what he said.

"Are you that miserable too?" Geize was stupid, but very sensitive in this regard, "I thought it was just me."

It's not like Rochester didn't think that he would be able to take advantage of the situation, wait for an opportunity to become a regular employee, and survive until the other person's death, so that he could inherit a considerable inheritance. But after getting in touch with Mathilde, he quickly gave up. Not only because of the other person's quirks, but also because of his true attitude towards him. To put it bluntly, he is just an exclusive comfort tool.

The handyman Hans calls is not a cleaning handyman, but a diligent and diverse variety of sparring workers, who are diligent, handymen and workers.

Models who want to become Hans must build muscle and spend time on Hans' interests as he pleases.

"Which one?"

"Don't think so. Even if you don't have that kind of relationship, you can still get a lot of benefits." Gezer turned back and looked at the French Princess, "I think she likes you quite a lot. If not, just work hard."

When Geizer saw that he was silent, he quickly changed the subject: "Even if you don't have money, this kind of opportunity is quite rare. The whole stand is filled with celebrities and ladies from Paris society. They are dressed in such fashionable clothes that I would have never seen them before. Arrived”

"that."

It had been so long since the embarrassment on Hoynz Street, but the pain of that night was still vivid in his mind, and the culprit was right in front of him. There was no anger or hatred in Gezer's eyes, it was more about old friends reunited in a foreign land. Rochester didn't have the same mentality towards Gezer. It would be useless to blame him. If he wanted to blame him, he could only blame himself for being unlucky.

Rochester's mind turned into a pot of vegetable soup.

After he was pressed with that thing, he couldn't react at all, otherwise the hair would be pulled and the pain would be excruciating. A vigorous young man in his 20s was thrown into such a stand and even had to actively avoid the cameras. He could only stare at the horse racing in the distance, or recall the unbearable scenes before to calm down.

"so what."

In addition to occasionally teaching some painting techniques when he goes into the studio to paint, this handsome man spends the rest of his time pursuing his own life value. He was involved in boxing, fencing, horseback riding, mountain climbing, and hunting. He even had plans to board a big ship and go to sea, but he was always dragged down by mundane things and could not realize it.

This situation is very similar to the situation in Hoyntz Street at that time, except that the roles of the two have been reversed.

Comparing him horizontally and vertically with Geizer, he found that in the end they were just two loaches flopping in the mud. He got tired and said, "Which horse are you betting on?"

However, Rochester's face turned even darker.

"No, no, you are overthinking." Geizer explained with a smile, "Teacher Hans just wants me to focus on painting and exercise. I am too thin and have no masculine charm, so I can't do his job." Model. I’ve been practicing boxing and fencing recently, so I’m a little tired, but”

"Ah?" Rochester's reaction was not slow. He couldn't help but look back at Hans, and he didn't forget to greet Mathilde warmly. "Is he that one?"

"I bet No. 3, 200 francs. I hope I can win."

Suddenly, a strange feeling appeared on Rochester's right side, where his vest pocket was. The feeling was fleeting, and when I came back to my senses, I realized that inside was a piece of letter paper folded into squares.

Ok?

He and Geizer stood by the railing next to the Madame's stand. There were indeed many people walking around, and occasionally vendors were seen. But the feeling was too obvious, and he immediately turned back, making it impossible to miss it.

Is it

Geizer looked at the wide track, pointed at the horse racing at the starting threshold in the distance, smiled and whispered: "It should be given to you by your friend, but he can't see you. You can go back and find time to watch, and don't ask." Why should I deliver the letter? I am just doing a small favor to others."

Even after saying this, Rochester still couldn't help but ask: "Who gave it to you?"

"A Hungarian, whom I met at an underground boxing match. Stop asking and shut up."

Geiser shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of the painful experience of that night from his mind. At the same time, he turned his face to other places and said calmly: "There is a specific address in the letter, in Paris. There are also other instructions and purposes. , you can figure it out yourself.”

"you"

Geize really wanted to turn around and slap him twice, asking him to recall what he said three seconds ago. However, in public, he still held back and explained patiently again: "Don't ask anymore, I don't know anything. I just sent a letter to a friend and I don't want to get involved in anything."

"Okay, I understand." Rochester felt strange.

Normally, only Cusper and Mick would use this secretive method of sending letters, but he only received Cusper's letter the day before yesterday. Why did he receive another letter just two days later? Is there any new mission?

Is it because Mick is no longer prepared to take care of me? Or are you going to go back on your word?

No, no, no, Mick isn't that kind of person, and that's not as bright as the debt itself. It shouldn't be difficult for them to solve it.

Could it be that they have some secret information that Austria-Hungary has decided to merge? Don't you need me anymore?

this.

The more Rochester thinks about it, the more nervous he becomes. He hopes that the world will be peaceful and he can escape Mathilde's suffering, but he is also afraid that the world will be too peaceful and he will have to face that sky-high debt. The more nervous he became, the more he wanted to read the content of the letter. He put his fingers into his pocket and kept touching the sealing wax, hoping to simply judge the sender's information by relying on the wax seal.

In comparison, Geizer was able to deliver the letter all the way to the venue, and looking for opportunities to stuff the letter into his pocket as if nothing had happened seemed very sophisticated. Comparing it with the reckless and brainless way before, it is obvious that this process has gone through a lot of practice.

"Don't worry about it anymore!" Gezer pulled Rochester's sleeve and took away his attention, "Look, the game is about to start!!"

Just as the opening gun was fired at the Longchamp Racecourse, Carvey was alone on the train from Lyon to Paris.

Whether before or after he came here, he was an out-and-out workaholic. It seems that he has no other hobbies except work. Surgery and how to do it well are all he has. Because of his natural personality, talent and skills, he has no mental problems and is not interested in women, so he has always lived like this.

Except for the Prussian-Austrian battlefield, the previous trip to Paris was his first trip in history.

Now that there is no harassment from Mick, and he has temporarily avoided Queen Elizabeth's private tutoring invitation due to the issue between Austria and Hungary, he rarely has some free time.

After deciding on the design of the operating table and the next direction of arc lamp research in March, and giving some experimental suggestions to Koch, Savarin and Mattick, he left Vienna and became a less qualified traveler.

Many people said that he was avoiding Naya's pursuit, but he himself wanted to attribute this idea to his trip to Paris. It was that trip last year that gave him a different touch. Before the Paris World Expo, he suddenly had an impulse to take a good look at this country.

As for Naya Laszlo's prodigal daughter, she can be considered her granddaughter if she counts her mental age.

The trip starts in Vienna and goes all the way south, passing Grognitz Station, entering the most famous Semenin Railway, and then entering the small seaport town of Trieste. 【2】

From Trieste, he went westward, crossing northern Italy, passing through his "birthplace" Lombardy, and finally arriving at the port of Marseille in the southeastern corner of France. From here you can take France's most famous Marseille-Lyon-Paris line, all the way to Paris.

The train is like the continuous flow of time, with the sound of storms only when the Paris Opera is performing, turning its axles, spraying steam, and constantly throwing the walls, fences, woods and fields on both sides behind it.

Because of the postponement of the World Expo, the trains to Paris at this time are not as crowded as they were in February and March. In addition, the train departed from Lyon at night, so there were only a dozen or so people in the carriage where Kawei was.

Except for him, a Viennese, there were basically Marseilles and Bohemians in the carriage, as well as two ladies from Belgium and an elderly couple living in Paris.

The two ladies were very interested in Kavi and the medical books in his hands. They thought he was a top student at Paris Medical College, so they sat opposite Kavi from the beginning. While admiring the appearance of the young man, they chatted about health issues.

Kawei was helpless.

His originally thin face had indeed become better-looking after being nourished by delicious food for more than a year. Although not as good as Rochester, it could still score at least a 7 and a half or even an 8. I did meet many such women along the way, and it was not easy to deal with them.

So he was grateful to the two men who took the initiative to sit next to him.

One spoke with a Maasai accent and was always talking about murders and thefts he had encountered. The other looked like a bohemian and would tell a few anecdotes to win the attention of the two ladies. In fact, they are all little stories pieced together, relying on slightly bloody descriptions and the brutal methods of the prisoners to create gimmicks.

After passing through the last tunnel and approaching Paris, the train began to slow down slowly. Kawei simply closed the medical book in his hand and chose to lean his head against the window and close his eyes to rest.

At this time, the Bohemian suddenly became enthusiastic and took Kavi's arm: "The last story! Oh no, it was an accident! It was a Corsican I knew before, madam, he Traveling to Marseille with his son, getting on the train from Paris station.”

"Is it more interesting than the previous story?"

"It will be interesting, ma'am."

He regarded himself as the person involved, and Kawei naturally became his son in the story: "It happened many years ago, not long after this line was first opened to traffic. I got on the train with them, and we quickly became friends. "

"Like now?"

"Indeed, I am indeed different from other Bohemians. I am very sociable." He returned to the topic. "The son is 12 years old, maybe 13 years old, but he is still very young. Trains are definitely good for young people. It was a new thing, so he kept throwing himself out the window and looking at the scenery outside.

His father had always warned him that the train was moving very fast and he had to be careful. He could still see the scenery by sitting still when he came back. But that child was very opinionated and ignored him.

My father was helpless and told me that the relationship between him and his son had been strange since his wife passed away. I comforted him and wanted to persuade his son. Unfortunately, my words as an outsider were of no use. His son still ignored me and went his own way.

Halfway through the journey, the train was moving faster and faster. His father finally became anxious and grabbed his son's clothes and pulled him in. "

After saying that, he grabbed Kawi's clothes and moved him directly to the lap of another Maasai man: "His son was forcefully pulled in and fell down on my knees. Up. But."

"But what?"

"We're almost at the station, let's tell you the ending quickly."

The speed of the train was getting slower and slower, and the Paris station platform had appeared on both sides of the window. Seeing that the time was almost up, the Bohemian said with a smile: "But my son's head is gone, madam. His head is passing by the track just now." It was cut off during the tunnel, and you can’t even see the blood on the neck, the blood may have drained out along the way.”

The sudden change in the plot caused a lady to scream twice and fainted. Just when everyone was looking at them, wanting to do something, the two originators of the story secretly pulled Kavi and quickly got off the train.

(End of this chapter)