Nineteenth Century Medical Guide
Chapter 429 425 Hope Despair Redemption
Chapter 429 425. Hope, Despair, and Redemption
June 67, 6 was an unforgettable day not only for Shilina who was about to give birth, but also for many people.
One of them was Schmidt Jr., the son of Father Schmidt, an apprentice jewelry designer who had chosen the World Expo period to showcase his talent at the Chaumet jewelry store in Paris.
His hard work paid off, and the diamond necklace he designed independently was a success at the jewelry exhibition. Although it did not win the favor of fashion queen Venice, it was still listed among the 50 most popular works, ranking 43rd.
This brought Schmidt Jr. a design bonus of 1000 francs, and also marked his official farewell to his nine-year apprenticeship and his entry into the jewelry design industry.
However, as happy as he was in his heart, the letter in his pocket made him suffer.
This is not a letter in the strict sense. There is no address or postmark on the letter, not even the name of the sender, and of course no wax seal. It is just an ordinary letter paper handed to him by the writer, but the content on it is not so ordinary.
He really liked Ayesha and was deeply attracted to her when they first met. He still remembers how Ayesha looked when she first came to Vienna.
A 19-year-old girl with reddish brown hair, wearing a common cream-white dress and dark blue plush shawl, carrying a heavy travel bag, walked from Vienna Railway Station to St. Michael Square from afternoon to evening, and finally fainted in the arms of little Schmidt.
But fate played a joke on her. She came to Vienna from Budapest because she didn't want to be a nun, but in the end she ended up entering a church.
Old Schmidt found many jobs for her, including apprentice as a tailor in a clothing store, waiter in a restaurant, and sales clerk in a department store. These were all considered high-level jobs and much better than the highly repetitive laundry and sewing work and lower-end piece-rate odd jobs.
But Ayesha has given up, and now she can't even do her last job as a domestic maid.
Receiving such a letter from such a girl made little Schmidt feel confused and felt that his love was unreal. But he had little experience in love and was worried that this unreality was just part of the reality, so he wanted to find someone to give him some advice.
Little Schmidt had never left home. He was the youngest among his colleagues in the jewelry store. The clients he knew and could chat with were all prestigious French aristocrats. He could chat in French, but it was a bit awkward to have a heart-to-heart talk, and he didn't have the courage to speak out.
So when he met Kavi, little Schmidt felt like he had found a life-saving straw.
I am not familiar with Kavi, but at least I have met him before. He is from Vienna and about the same age as me. Although he has the title of count, he never acts like a count, and his daily life is as simple as that of an ordinary person.
When Kavi agreed to meet and have a good talk, little Schmidt made up his mind to tell everything and leave everything to the Count's judgment.
Unfortunately, his judgement was flawed.
Kavei has been single since he came here, and he didn't have much experience in this area even before he came here. Even if he met her and chatted for a whole night, nothing would come out of it. And Ayesha also jumped out of the established framework he had expected and secretly appeared at the jewelry exhibition.
Her appearance completely disrupted little Schmidt's plan, and even had a hint of coercion.
When a request that goes beyond common logic is packaged with love, it becomes extremely beautiful, beautiful enough to make people who fall in love give up rationality and the most basic thinking. With just a few simple "I love you", little Schmidt's doubts about her were covered by sweetness.
Because of Ayesha, he missed Kavi who came downstairs after finishing the negotiations. When he returned to the jewelry store, Kavi had already boarded Haussmann's carriage and went to the slums outside the walls of Paris.
He held the note that Kavi had left in his hand, and after much hesitation, he decided to stand on Ayesha's side.
"Taylor, can I reserve a car service from you?"
The driver, smoking a pipe, jumped off the carriage and asked with a smile, "Mr. Schmidt, do you need a carriage? Where are you going?"
"I do need a car. I need to go to Lyon."
"It's a bit far. When do you think you can use the car?" The driver exhaled a puff of smoke, took out a small notebook from his pocket and looked at the rental reservation record. "Maybe not tomorrow. The day after tomorrow, I'll only be available in the morning."
"The exact time has not been determined yet, but it will probably be in a week."
"Then I'm sure I'll be free. Just set a time and come see me in advance."
"Excuse me." Little Schmidt took out a few coins. "This 10 francs will be your deposit."
Taylor stared at the coin, took it and put it directly into his pocket, with a smile on his face: "Mr. Schmidt, you have become rich. It has spread all over our area. Now you are also a jewelry design master who can accept apprentices."
As little Schmidt listened to his words, thinking about the 1000 francs he had just received and the noble ladies at the exhibition who were competing to shake hands with him and congratulate him, his decision, which had already been made, suddenly began to waver again.
He smiled and waved his hands, still as humble as when he was an apprentice: "It's just a consolation prize."
"Consolation prize?" The driver named Taylor was a little surprised. He took off the pipe from the corner of his mouth to speak more clearly and said solemnly, "That's the Shangmei Jewelry Store, a place that designs jewelry for aristocrats and royal families. It looks like you are going to Lyon to meet a big client. You are so generous when you spend money."
Little Schmidt's face gradually became serious. He was silent for a moment, and then he returned to his previous state under the strange gaze of the coachman: "Actually, it's not me who's going to Lyon, it's a girl."
"Oh? Girl." The driver always felt that there was something wrong with this trip, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
Little Schmidt slowly walked up to him, held down his arm that was holding the money, and said in a low voice, "I'll tell you the pick-up point the day before departure, and I'll also give you the full fare. You just need to take her to her destination."
"Don't worry Mr. Schmidt, I understand."
Ever since meeting Ayesha yesterday, experiencing the fight in the cafe, and being questioned by the patrolman, Rochester knew that he had been caught up in a huge political conspiracy.
His life seemed to have reached a dead end. In front of him was a deep pit called Mathilde that Mick and Casper had dug for him, and behind him was the Hungarian organization and that crazy woman who appeared out of nowhere and kept pushing him.
But he didn't want to be caught between the two groups, squeezed into a puddle of sauce, and eventually become a victim of the struggle.
If he wanted to live well, he had to get away.
This was the plan Rochester came up with after a sleepless night back at the Princess Manor. If he didn't resist, he would be doomed one day. Maybe it would be one day after a few years of escape, or maybe tomorrow! But when it came to putting it into practice, he found that he couldn't get out of Paris by himself, and couldn't even get a private carriage to leave the city center. Even if Mathilde didn't care about him, Mick and his group would still care.
How to do?
Rochester got up early in the morning, quietly dressed, defecated, washed, ate breakfast, then picked up a book and sat on a bench in the garden to think about this problem.
"Honey, what book are you reading?" Mathilde came out in her pajamas and saw the name on the cover at a glance, "The Taste of Paris? How can you read something like this?"
Rochester didn't even look at the title of the book, he just picked a book with a comfortable cover color and a moderate thickness that was easy to hold, and put it in his arms. Then he casually turned a page and put it in front of him, pretending to read a book.
Seeing that it was Mathilde, he quickly scanned the pages, found a decent sentence, and read it aloud with deep affection: "This is a city without a past, filled with spirits without memories, heartbeats without tears, and souls without love! Only a group of people without roots are left in the city!"
The author was denouncing Haussmann's plan to rebuild Paris, but in his mouth it sounded like an outsider's accusation of the ruthless side of Paris.
When Mathilde heard the words again, the meaning had changed again. It seemed more like Rochester was using this book to express his distress, worry and helplessness about not being able to truly integrate into the upper social circles of Paris.
Thinking of his recent performance in bed and the psychological problems that Carvey mentioned, the princess felt a pang in her heart and went up to hug his head tightly: "It's okay, it's okay, dear Rochester, I'm here."
Rochester: ???
After a moment of confusion, he suddenly thought of a solution that was not a solution. Perhaps if he told everything, Princess Mathilde might help him because of the days they had spent together.
But just as he was about to speak, the other party spoke first: "Don't worry, listen to me first. These difficulties you encounter are not a problem, really! Believe me, I have a way to help you!!!"
"Ah? Do you have a solution?"
Rochester was shocked and almost thought that his secret had been exposed, but seeing that the other party was calm, he felt that it was not the case. He immediately anticipated several possibilities, and the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Finally, his voice trembled, "What, what can I do?!"
Mathilde untied her hands and sat down beside him demurely: "I have discussed your problem with Dr. Kavi."
"Doctor Kavi? What does my case have to do with the doctor?"
"Yes, of course it does!"
Mathilde also felt that it was not free to directly decide a man's length, but she had to do it, so she thought of a gentle entry point: "By the way, when you went to the racecourse last time, you seemed to be very familiar with Mr. Hans's students?"
"Gaze?" Rochester's eyes lit up, and he cursed himself in his heart why he forgot about him. "You said let Geizer help me?"
"Don't be impatient, let me finish first." Mathilde stopped him again, "You have been in poor health recently, and I was not very satisfied, so I went to find Kavi and the young man named Geiser. You know you are small to begin with, so I asked Dr. Kavi to do a very common surgery to make it longer, just like Geiser's."
Rochester was like a red-hot stone that was mercilessly thrown into ice water: "Is this the solution you mentioned?"
"Yes, dear." Mathilde smiled and patted his leg, her eyes constantly looking at that place, "Dr. Kavi said that the World Expo has just opened recently, and there are too many banquets and other social events in the evening, so the surgery will be performed in two weeks."
Rochester:.
"In order to ensure the quality of the operation and your recovery, you need to rest." Mathilde looked at the book in his hand and continued, "Don't go out recently. Stay in the manor. I will bring you more books to read."
Ayesha, a woman who is pursued by two men, is not having an easy time either.
She didn't know when her mood started to get worse and worse, and she had no interest in anything. Was it after she became a maid, or after she came to Vienna? It shouldn't be the first time. She couldn't remember clearly whether it was after she became a maid, or after she came to Vienna.
But Ayesha did not suffer from insomnia today. She prepared breakfast for the next day in the evening, lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Is it because of Mr. Schmidt Jr.’s promise?
Or was it because the handsome man who was a gigolo finally agreed to the plan?
Ayesha didn't know, anyway, she fell asleep very quickly and deeply today, and didn't hear the sound of other maids coming in. In a daze, she seemed to be back in the Matthias Church where she used to work, and Sister Christa who had always helped guide her.
Everything around me was so familiar, the brick walls, the bells, the 200-plus steps and the top of the tower, and the days of working outside with Christa.
Ayesha saw the house they rented again and the various women who had to squeeze their requests under the door.
Some were deceived, some were coerced, and some volunteered to exchange for money and some minor problems occurred. But no matter what the reason is, as long as you lie in bed and endure the pain caused by some metal tools, these minor problems will be solved.
She also believed what Sister Christa had said, that this was a good deed to help helpless women, until some people showed up a second, third, and fourth time, completely overwhelming the old nun's words.
She seemed to see those things flowing out of the body again, red, white, soft and hard. They could have survived, grown up, and enjoyed the happiness, pain and other things that the world brought them. But now everything is gone, they disappeared directly for various reasons.
Aisha knew that this was an evil act that violated doctrine and was the opposite of the stairway to hell. She couldn't help but ask herself again, whose problem was this?
Is it women's problem?
Is it the problem of men who don't take responsibility?
Or is there something wrong with those who are helping to solve these problems?
Or maybe this is the problem of this country in this era! ?
"what!!!"
Ayesha screamed and broke free from the tender hands and shouts of a group of babies. Looking at Nora who was holding her son in front of her, she swallowed her saliva, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and got up to go to the bathroom.
As she told little Schmidt, she really couldn't do it anymore.
Destroy it.
At this time, an American student who came to study at the University of Paris Medical School was staying in the obstetrics ward of the Dieu Palace Hospital with several classmates, waiting for the midwife, Madame Marie LaChapelle, to come and teach private delivery classes.
They need to use their fingers to examine the uterus of pregnant women, have a clear understanding of prenatal labor and delivery, and also learn how to deal with newborn babies after delivery.
This was originally an elective course of only four class hours, but today he and his classmates who chose this course "hit the jackpot".
Because Madame La Chapelle did not show up, Dr. Kavi came with a woman who was about to give birth.
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