Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 400 396. Where did Kavi go (1)

The Frenchman wears a high hat and an old gray double-breasted work coat. He has a somewhat bald forehead and a goatee. He looks to be in his 30s and is quite energetic.

The Bohemian is half a head shorter than the Frenchman. He has no beard and short hair. He looks younger. He was wearing a morning coat that didn't fit him very well. It looked like he had picked it up. The shirt inside was not new, and a corner of the stand-up collar on the left side was missing. It must have been bitten by a mouse.

Carvey originally thought they were just 19th-century jokers who liked to chat, and they were sitting here just to have a better conversation with the two ladies. Unexpectedly, the drunkard's intention is not to drink, but his target is himself.

The two of them acted quickly, and while the woman was yelling, they held Kawei under their arms, like dragging a drunkard, half jokingly and half forcefully taking him off the train.

The two of them were very strong, and Kawei couldn't break free. They were still threatening him. If he moved or caused unnecessary commotion around him, a cold knife would be waiting for him.

This reminded Kavi of the Panini sandwich he had eaten at Milan Station before, and he was the cheese omelette sandwiched in the middle. Well, no, the texture of my thin body shouldn't be that thick. It might be more appropriate to say it tastes like ham.

After confirming that he was not an acquaintance or possible enemy of his, he felt that he had been mistakenly identified, or kidnapped, or kidnapped after being mistakenly identified.

How could someone choose to kidnap someone on a train and then take him off at the entrance point?

Fortunately, he came to Paris alone. If there were any relatives or friends waiting in the waiting hall, he would have been in trouble along the way. But being stupid, they didn't leave their handbags behind and took their wallets with them early. Although the money is not much, there are several letters in the handbag, which can at least prove his identity.

Forget it, it's better to spend money and eliminate disaster than to be ripped off.

"I don't know you. Where are you taking me?"

The Bohemian didn’t participate in the conversation from beginning to end. He was thinking about Kawei’s handbag all the way from the platform to the door of the waiting hall: “Why don’t we just take the money in the bag, it’s better than being arrested and taken to the police later?” The game is better.”

The French didn't believe him at all: "Let you go, who will we ask for money from? If you leave your address, what will happen if the police come? Aren't we following you all the way in vain?"

"Still thinking about betting on horse racing? Have you forgotten how much money you lost??" The Frenchman became angry when he thought of this word, and slapped him on the head. He didn't stop until the other party repeatedly shouted sorry, "Hurry up and call Carriage, a private carriage with four seats!”

The Bohemian glanced at the clock at the door, then looked to the west, and nodded helplessly: "Okay."

"Yeah, I bought the tickets. It turns out that the bus comes back at the right time. I didn't expect you to want it."

"You just lied!!!"

The Frenchman followed his gaze and said, "Hey, the game should be starting at Longchamp's place."

"Hahaha, do you still think we are fools?"

"Huh? How expensive is the carriage? One trip costs 2 francs."

The clothes and trousers were custom-made at a high-end tailor shop in Vienna, the boots were given by Laszlo, and the handbag was a traditional Italian handicraft. As for other paper, pens, ink and other things, they are also valuable.

Steel Plant?

Kawei sighed, and it seemed that he had indeed got the wrong person: "You have recognized the wrong person! What kind of steel factory! My father is a carpenter!!! He has no other skills, and his family has no money. He is just better than the people on the street. If the beggar has a better life, he really doesn’t have enough money to let me go.”

Kawei had to admit that the other party was very professional in this regard.

"Are you stupid?" The Frenchman cursed, "Go through his bag!"

Kawei seemed confident: "I never lie to others."

It's just that he misjudged the other party's "stupidity".

"Stop talking nonsense, just come with us." The Frenchman with a Marseille accent had just finished speaking when he suddenly remembered something, looked around and asked in a low voice, "Your family should be very rich, after all, they run a steel factory. Yes, you can also study medicine at the Paris Medical College."

"You look like a rich man with this outfit. Look at this suitcase and these boots. I've only seen them on rich people." Regardless of whether they are rich or poor, the French know fashion in their bones. "It's okay if you don't admit it. When the time comes, you’ll be done with it once.”

Considering that there had just been a war between France and Austria, Kawei pretended to be French in fairly authentic French. The latter sentence "Let me go" was only added after seeing the reactions of the two.

"Look at your little success, have you forgotten the wealthy businessman you robbed in Marseille? Apart from these two sets of clothes, there is less than 500 francs in the bag." The Frenchman was bolder, "Since you have already done it, let's make a big fortune. If you make yuan from business, you won’t have to worry about food and clothing for the next year.”

He quickly gave up: "You just want money, leave me an address and let me go. I promise someone will send the money tomorrow."

The Bohemian woke up from a dream. When he opened his handbag, he was surprised to find that except for letters and a few documents, there was not even a trace of money inside: "He has no money, he is a pauper!"

The Frenchman didn't believe it, so he opened the wallet he had just received. There was only 42 francs and 11 sous in it, which was equivalent to almost 15 crowns.

"Where's the money?"

"I spent all my time."

The Frenchman took away the banknotes, poured out the coins, and kept talking: "Mader, that crazy woman dared to lie to me!!! She promised to see a thick stack of francs! Just this little money to pay back the son of the steel factory?!"

"I just said that woman couldn't believe it." The Bohemian had a rare upper hand. "I felt something was wrong in the car. This guy was eating so mediocre food and was riding in a second-class carriage. He didn't look like he was rich at all. people."

The Frenchman was very angry, but no matter how much the reality changed, his purpose could not change: "Do you have any money?"

Yes. Or not?

Kawei thought for a moment and saw the BNP Paribas office across the street. He thought that there was still some remaining deposits from the last time he came here, so he said: "I still have some money in my account at BNP Paribas, why don't I go there directly?" Withdraw money."

Kawei really wanted to give him some money to settle the matter, but they didn't believe it at all: "You still have a bank account? Could it be that you wanted to enter the office and find an opportunity to escape."

"Don't worry about it so much. Let's find a carriage and go back 'home' first."

Caveton felt weak and suddenly remembered an old friend from before he came here. He is also a doctor, but he treats pets. Just because a dog died of a serious illness in his clinic, the owner had a grudge and asked someone to tie him up. It took three or four days before I finally returned home.

This is not modern time, and I don’t have much ability to save my life. I am still in a foreign country, and my situation is only more dangerous than this friend.

It can't really be that unlucky.

At 5:10 pm on May 5, a train departing from Marseille and passing through Lyon entered the Paris train station. Three minutes later, another train departing from Vienna, first to Berlin and Frankfurt, and then via Brussels, Belgium, also entered the Paris train station. The two trains have different routes, different directions, different platforms, and different people getting off the train.

Unlike the sparse domestic lines, international lines have fewer flights, so the number of people getting off the train is naturally much greater, and the queue to pick up the bus is also much more spectacular. There were some celebrities in Paris, as well as officers wearing regular military uniforms.

What they were waiting for was Edmond LeBoeuf, one of the Twelve French Marshals who had just returned from Berlin and the military aide-de-camp of the Three Emperors. At the same time, Count Morasso, a close associate of Franz who set out from Vienna.

Morasso was responsible for handing over control of the German Confederation to Prussia, and the 39 old confederate states were carefully divided into north and south. The north actually became Prussian territory, while the south was still under Austrian control.

This is just a follow-up to last year's war. The agreement has been signed long ago, but it has only been delayed until now because of the complicated steps. In fact, there is nothing much to talk about. What really needs to be talked about are the various temptations that have continued since the Austro-Prussian War.

From asking Prussia to exercise restraint before the Prussian-Austrian War, to asking Prussia to support the "1814 Border" in the middle and late stages of the war, the German territories on the left bank of the Rhine were handed over to France (i.e., Karlsruhe, Mannheim, etc. were returned to Prussia after Waterloo) Koblenz and Luxembourg), failure to do so would risk provoking French troops into marching into Berlin.

Naisan's calculations were very shrewd. He hoped that he could get the benefits he wanted without spending a single soldier by just warning. In the end, he naturally failed while waiting on the wall again and again.

This time is no exception.

In a speech in Auxerre, Nassan originally stated with high spirits that he would use the Austro-Prussian War to expand France's territory and force the two major powers of Germany to make concessions. However, the facts left him with nothing and a lot of criticism from the public.

Starting from the beginning of the year, I tried to take Luxembourg from Prussia.

The main purpose of Leboeuf's visit was to discuss the issue of Luxembourg's ownership and to intervene in Prussia's control over the 39 confederate countries. If the two countries were to carve up the entire intermediate buffer zone, France would really have nothing to gain.

Failure to catch it is equivalent to failure, which is absolutely unacceptable in the eyes of the French people.

Unfortunately, the negotiations encountered considerable obstacles. Leboeuf's face when he got out of the car said it all. Because of Bismarck's refusal and British intervention, Luxembourg only seceded from the Netherlands and refused to purchase it with three cents.

As for the division of the spoils of the Confederate States, France failed to get enough benefits. Prussia and Austria only agreed to the independence of Saxony, Bavaria, Württemberg, Baden and Hesse-Darmstadt.

The results were meager, and even sparked more criticism. 【1】

For those people and newspapers who have seen through the situation long ago, choose to face it calmly, and hope that nothing will happen again at this World Expo. 【2】

"General Leboeuf, the carriage has been prepared for you." An officer stood out from the welcoming queue. "Should we go back to your residence or go to the palace first?"

"First," Leboeuf looked back at Morasso, who had just gotten out of the car. He hesitated for a while before saying, "How is His Majesty the Emperor's health? Are the bladder stones and sanguinity better?"

"I recently used cold compress therapy, which is somewhat effective." The officer nodded.

"Well, let's go to the palace to recover first."

After speaking, Leboeuf turned back and walked towards Morasso: "Mr. Count, if you don't mind, can you come with me to the palace and report the details of this meeting to His Majesty the Emperor?"

"I?"

Morasso shook his head: "I don't have to, Vienna's position has always been this. Everyone already knows the content of the meeting, and there is nothing to report. It's better for you to help convey it. Of course, if His Majesty the Emperor really wants to see If you can summon me to see him, I am personally willing to talk to His Majesty the Emperor about Prussia."

"Okay, see you at the Expo."

"Goodbye, General."

Leboeuf, who was nearly 60 years old, never expected to return to Paris with a young Austrian general. Just eight years ago on the Italian battlefield, they were still commanders of two countries.

Although he is a close confidant of Nassan and has encountered no obstacles in his rise to the top, Leboeuf still hopes to find out the current situation in Prussia as soon as possible.

On the train back, he asked the young man a lot about the tactical combat capabilities of the Prussian army. What shocked him the most was the desperate death charge of the Austrian cavalry, in addition to Morasso and Maximilian accidentally capturing the only son of William I.

Without this unexpected gain, there would never have been peace talks between Prussia and Austria, and the final battle would have ended with Austria's total defeat.

"Prussia's military strength has surpassed that of any country, and they have completely abandoned the old-fashioned tactics of repelling and pursuing. They will rely on the strength advantage brought by the special recruitment system and advanced firearms to adopt more exaggerated encirclement tactics. Strive to annihilate the enemy's effective strength and make the enemy completely lose the ability to resist after the battle. "

This passage was still fresh in Leboeuf’s memory, and he said it literally when he met with Nathan two hours later: “If William I’s foolish son had not been so reckless, Austria would have faced such an encirclement tactic. "

Nathan looked at the map of the battle between the two sides in the Austro-Prussian War and couldn't help but light the cigar that had just been put out: "If it really comes to this point, what will they do?"

"A large number of heavy cavalry should be used to charge against Prussia's outflanking wings." Leboeuf said, "But later at the summary meeting, the young general proposed a new tactic of encirclement in batches, which should be able to disperse Prussia's forces. The army defeated them one by one."

"Humph, what's the use of discussing it afterwards."

After flipping through the last batch of documents that had just been delivered, I couldn't find the one I wanted to read: "What's the name of that Austrian general?"

"Morasso is the Count of Vienna."

"Does that guy Franz believe in young people so much? Why are there so many young people in high positions?" Nathan looked at the letter sent a month ago and fell into deep thought. After a long time, he asked again, "By the way, Did you just say that he knew Kawei?”[3]

The topic suddenly turned from military to medicine, and Leboeuf couldn't turn around for a while: "Yeah, yes, I do know him. According to him, Dr. Kawei was his savior."

"Then has he seen Kavi recently?"

"No, we were in Berlin for more than a month before."

Leboeuf realized that the emperor's health was not as stable as the officer said just now: "Would you like me to ask if there are any letters between them and confirm his whereabouts?"

After taking a brief cigarette, Nasan cut off the burning cigarette butt again: "Forget it."

(End of this chapter)