Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 401 397 Where did Kavi go?

Chapter 401 397. Where did Kavi go (2)

There is no extreme heat in summer or severe cold in winter in Paris, and there is not much temperature difference between the four seasons.

There are many trees lining the streets in the city, and there are even beautiful places like the Bois de Boulogne. Maybe a warm breeze blowing green buds all over the night will make people feel that spring has quietly arrived.

But the spring of 1867 came awkwardly. A few cold winds and heavy rain soon brought the newly emerged spring scenery back to its original state.

People feel that the winter left over from last year will never end, and may even last until mid-May. Whenever the cold rain keeps falling, forcing spring away again and again, sentimental Parisians will regard it as sad as the sudden death of a young man who has just grown up.

The good news is that meteorological spring is here in April.

The bad news is that this spring feels more like an extension of the rain and snow season. Everyone is wearing thick coats and holding black umbrellas, like Londoners living in rain and fog. Paris has never experienced a spring like this before, and the streets are filled with a bleak atmosphere.

This atmosphere heightened the shadow that hung over the Second French Empire.

The Third Emperor, who dislikes rain and snow, is still optimistic and often laments his wisdom and prowess. The postponement of the Expo perfectly avoided the bad weather in spring.

However, some newspapers dominated by pessimism, as well as the omnipresent critics of the authorities, had made anxious predictions as early as the announcement of the postponement: the Paris World Expo, which was regarded as a bright jewel of the regime, was likely to distract citizens. Part of your attention, but never any meaningful success!

Others commented that the World Expo was entirely carried out in a rush, as if they were participating in a "baptism of a seriously ill child before his death."

May is coming to an end, and the sun, which has not shown much of its face, suddenly jumps out, sweeping away all the shadows. Preparations for the opening ceremony of the World Expo are proceeding in an orderly manner, and efforts are being made to prepare for the spectacle that this magnificent world's largest city will soon show.

"I've searched, I've searched everything. I've sent people to the train station, to the bank, and to some of his favorite cafes and restaurants."

Henry stood respectfully in front of the emperor's desk and briefly described the work content of the past few days: "After all, it is the eve of the opening ceremony of the World Expo. The police are checking everywhere to find people, and it is easy for people to make irresponsible remarks."

"After you told me that day, I found someone to draw a portrait, and then took it to Lyon for questioning. I have never seen such an Austrian."

Henry has been the acting director for nearly half a year, and he can't even bring up the matter of being promoted to a regular position. It's just hanging on the table anyway.

He also thought about asking his former boss to help him put in a good word, but seeing Sebasto go from being able to stagger two steps to sitting down, and speaking French instead of German, it felt like this He had no choice but to give up and face Take San alone.

亨利不再言语,而是转而开始简述6月1日开幕式的游行路线和相关安保配置:“开幕式会在6月1日上午9点开始,届时会有超过20000名参会者和受邀嘉宾进入会场,将会有一支骑着黑色军马的斯帕希骑兵和巴黎警卫队保护”

After the former police chief Sebasto fell down while drinking and suffered brain damage, thanks to Kavi, he saved his life, but his recovery after the surgery was not very good, and he could not act or speak fluently. He quickly stepped down as director, and his deputy, a fat man named Henry de Morny, immediately took his place and became acting director.

The whole city is like a rogue middle-aged man suffering from late-stage procrastination. He has a lot of work items in front of him and is watching the time run out without doing anything.

This time, the pessimists were wrong.

Nasan was in no mood to hear this.

However, the joy of taking the third emperor was limited, because the pain of the stone still existed, and even the atmosphere in his study became strange.

"Maybe it's a matter of clothing and hairstyle." Nasan muttered, opened the drawer, took out the silver cigarette case with the imperial logo, took one and stuffed it into his mouth, "Why is it missing? Yes. Come on, are the people from Vienna here?”

When Nathan discovered that he could not even ride a carriage from the Tuileries Palace to the Champ de Mars, his anger led to 500 laborers being assigned to clean up the streets the next day. At the same time, the Imperial Commission also assembled a larger World Expo service team early to carry out preparations at the exhibition venue.

Nasan knew the people's tricks very well: "Are you saying that we are a free country in disguise, a police state?"

"Where's Kawei? Why does this kid seem to have evaporated from the world?" Nasan looked at the cigar that he had smoked incessantly these days and was about to end, feeling particularly irritated, "Have you ever gone to the train station to look for him?"

"Marseille." Henry hesitated, "I have called the Marseille police station a few days ago, but there has been no response yet."

Just 10 days before the opening, large swaths of silt and garbage were still piling up on the streets. Most of them were brought in by the carriages entering the city, and some were the remnants of previous rain flooding.

In fact, efficiency in Paris is indeed as bad as it was in 1855.

His attention was either on his painful lower abdomen and toe joints, or on Kavi's whereabouts: "Judging from his itinerary, he must have taken the Italian route, passing through Marseille to Paris. Have you ever gone there? Marseille asked?”

"What about Leon?"

"A group of people came and stayed in the hotel."

Nasan didn't pick up the lighter, just held a cigarette in his mouth, and continued to ask: "Have you asked? Have they seen Kawei?"

"I asked, and the answers were all consistent." Henry swallowed and subconsciously wiped the sweat from his cheeks, "They all said they haven't seen him in two months."

"It's been two months, even if I'm working on a unicycle, it's time to arrive in Paris!" He counted the days with San, and felt more and more that something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do, "Forget it, let's confirm the itinerary of the monarchs. "

"Due to the affairs in Hungary, Vienna should arrive in mid-to-late June. Prussia and Tsarist Russia may arrive earlier. I heard that they are already preparing to leave." Henry finally breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "The original security specifications will still be there. Plus their own, it will definitely be enough.”

"The streets need to be cleaned up."

"Definitely." Henry didn't dare to neglect. "The crazy homeless people have almost been cleaned up. Those street artists have also stipulated the scope of activities. As for their private exhibitions, should they be suspended during those few days?"

"Forget about that kind of small exhibition, just keep it. There is no need for the scope of activities. Tell them to keep their mouths shut and stop making trouble." Na San waved his hand, still wanting a good reputation, "Get rid of those bums That’s it.”

"okay, I get it."

At this time, the attendant knocked on the door and came in: "Your Majesty, Mr. Slang is here."

"Silang? Which Silang?" Nasan frowned and took the cigarette out of his mouth again, savoring the scent of the cigarette butts and the name, "Silang. Oh, it's the deputy banker from the Bank of Paris. Chang Silang, is there something wrong with him?"

"He said he had news about Kavi."

Looking at the whole of Paris, apart from taking three, the person who is most concerned about Kawei's schedule and where he is now is probably Naya. But she knew very well why Kawei left Vienna early and why he had this attitude towards her. "Where did he go?"

"I don't know very well." Berget poured her a glass of red wine. "Since returning to Vienna, he has become different from before."

"Are you saying that his identity and status have changed, so what he thinks and does are different?"

"Maybe."

Naya is very aware of the gap between herself and Kawi, not only in terms of title and weight in the palace, but also in living habits and personal pursuits. Maybe the latter is what stands between her and Kavi, or maybe it's a high wall between Kavi and everyone.

He would attend Laszlo's dinners for work and business investments, as well as his family's receptions, charity dinners, dances and other social events, but rarely appeared with her in other people's sights.

He had a hospital job, surgeries to perform, pharmaceutical and equipment factories to manage, and Koch's laboratory to run. Kawei has too many things to do and can't focus on the relationship between men and women.

[The only way I want to live my life is to work for my own self-worth. ]

This is Kawei's true words, and they have always remained in Naya's mind, but this pampered young lady does not understand his true meaning: "Beget, what does it mean to express one's self-worth?"

"I'm not very sure." Berget sat on a brand new American rocking chair, rocking back and forth. "This chair is really good. The rocking amplitude is much greater than the previous old-fashioned design. It feels like the whole body is being drilled into Flying in the clouds, do you want to try it too?"

Naya had no time to care about the chair: "Then what is your value?"

"mine?"

Berget squeezed the armrests with both hands, sat up straight, stopped the chair and said: "Fulfill the obligations of the Celestine family members, safeguard the family's honor, and not let the family emblem be shamed."

"." Naya has never received this kind of education and doesn't quite understand, "Be specific."

"The simplest and most direct way is to leave my name in history, so that future generations will think of the Celestine family when they mention me." Berget thought for a while and added, "I am a doctor, so naturally I am. Treat patients and make a contribution to the history of surgery that will be talked about by future generations. "

"But he has already done it!" Naya didn't understand. "He can be called the best surgeon now."

Beget nodded: "Although many people don't want to admit it, I believe they know it in their hearts."

"Then why bother forcing yourself to keep working?"

Naya said it so straightforwardly that she almost said "talking about marriage" on her face. Of course Beget understood what she meant. At the same time, he also knew why Kawei did this, because even he could give up his feelings and private life in order to realize his self-worth. Kawei, who was so successful, could naturally do it easily.

He didn't know how to explain the logical relationship to this silly girl, so he could only say something else in a subtle way: "Do you know what the girls in Paris like to do most in the past six months?"

"what?"

Berget sighed: "Then it seems you don't know the [Love Alliance], a covenant that only belongs to Parisian girls."

"Huh? What is that?"

"This is a very simple covenant, as simple as one sentence. When joining, you only need to sign your name on the covenant text."

Naya seemed to understand: "What are you saying?"

Berget cleared his throat, making his voice as solemn and moving as possible: "The text of the covenant reads: 'I swear! I will love Count Kawi Friedrich Hines for the rest of my life, until death'." "

"This"

Naya, who originally thought that she would be the first to come first, suddenly found that she had become the laggard. A feeling of loneliness arose spontaneously as she groped forward alone in the dark night with no end in sight: "They are just some wild women venting their emotions. ”

"Oh no, Naya, there may be some so-called less serious women in it, but most of them are noble ladies, courtesans, and even princesses from small confederate countries. It is said that in the past six months, many people have signed on it There are already more than 200 girls.”

Berget could clearly feel the change in Naya's expression, and knew that he had gone too far, so he quickly made his attitude clear:

"I really like you, and I know you like Kawei, but there are too many people who like him. I swear, what I said just now is just a statement, not to slander Mr. Kawei. On the contrary, I have always Even though I was targeting him, I never wanted to destroy the relationship between you and him."

"Okay, I understand." Naya took a sip of red wine, leaned against the window sill and looked at the Seine River in the distance, "I don't mean to blame you."

Berget breathed a sigh of relief: "The covenant text should be at the manor where they gathered in the suburbs. If you are interested, you can go there after the opening ceremony and just sign it."

Naya drank the red wine, turned around and took off the shawl and sunhat on the hanger: "Let's go and call the carriage."

"Go now?" Bergt was a little embarrassed.

"No, I'm not interested in that thing. I just want to see the Seine River. I heard that the fried fish on the Ile de la Cité is good, and I want to try it." Naya put on her sun hat and picked up her small satchel , "Are you going?"

"Go! Of course!"

Perhaps no one would have thought that Kavey is now living in a basement in the old city of Paris.

He sat in a dark corner with a piece of dry bread in his hand. The bread was coated with the cheapest butter and dipped in cheese, but it was still just a piece of bread.

Kawei took two bites, feeling the chewiness that was different from the previous bread, then looked at the people sitting in front of him and said:

"I still say the same thing, you are kidnapping, not robbing. There are rules for kidnapping. You can't care about the other person's life or death like a jackal treats a rabbit. You have to be patient when kidnapping, and you have to know how to take care of a weak person like me. You have to give enough money. And a nutritionally balanced meal cannot make me sick, let alone starve to death.

Otherwise, if the meat ticket is dead, who will give you money? Will you kidnap others to make money in the future?

I have spoken before about the dangers of beatings and the importance of sending the injured to medical attention in a timely manner. Next, I want to talk about the type of diet and the necessity of vegetables and meat. Even a few vegetable leaves and a mouthful or two of broth are better than eating dry bread.

Look how skinny you have become, how can you have the strength to tie up those rich people who spend all their time eating fish and meat, and pouring oysters into their mouths like bread crumbs?"

(End of this chapter)

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