Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 44 43. Opera
Two hours later, Bergett came to the Saint-Michel Square, and sat in the special seats of the Burgtheater with his friends who went shopping together [2].

In front of me is a new drama about old aristocrats flogging capitalism, lamenting their endless pursuit of money and fame.But what emerged in his mind were scenes of "teachings" from his father in the past.

Although the doctor has status and earns enough money to support himself, he still cannot compare with the executive position in the House of Lords.Therefore, when Bergert was still a minor, Clichy asked him to be admitted to the Faculty of Law or Philosophy at the University of Vienna to prepare for future parliamentary work.

But Bergett resolutely abandoned politics to pursue medicine and chose to run in the opposite direction.

A few years later, he completed all his undergraduate studies in the medical school, and Chrissy continued to earnestly advise him to take the route of internal medicine and surgery.

Because internal medicine can be regarded as a real doctor, not only has a good income, but also has a physician association that only belongs to internal medicine.However, what the surgeons do is the business of cutting skin, cutting flesh and bloodletting, which is not only dirty, but also exposed to the audience like actors on stage, without any dignity at all.

But Bergett decisively chose surgery, still running counter to his father.

A few years later, he graduated with a master's degree, and Chrissy helped to contact Graze Hospital.There is no need for an internship, and there is no need to struggle to get promoted from the most basic assistant. As long as he reports after graduation, he can become a surgeon in this hospital, and his future road will become smoother because of Chrissy's existence. .

Bergert didn't take this hospital seriously at all, and followed the best surgeon in Austria with a stern face.

Everyone is aristocrats with jazz status. Chrissy has no dissatisfaction with Ignatz, and he doesn't care about the "meager" income of surgery. What he really can't accept is this statusless profession and being too close to commoners Municipal General Hospital.

A social welfare hospital built with funds from the church and philanthropists, it treats almost all the bottom class of the society, and the working environment can be imagined.What's more troublesome is that he can't tell about this matter. He can't tell others about his famous family, but the first heir is doing the work of beheading people's hands and legs to clear the urethra.

"I know you will be surprised." Berget looked helplessly at the old nobles who were showing off their might on the stage, and couldn't help but sigh, "No way, my father is such a person, and in his eyes, face is more important. "

Sitting beside him to listen to his complaints was a young gentleman of his own age.

Tall and tall, he was still noticeable enough in an aristocratic surround theater.Not only his restrained and cautious elegant demeanor, but more importantly his preeminently handsome face.What's more, his right hand can draw the most beautiful portrait oil paintings in Austria, and he has been respected by many people even though he was born in a poor family.

"I don't think there's anything wrong with that as a father."

Bergert became a good boy here, and nodded after thinking for a moment: "Mr. Hans said that when I see my father, I always have an indescribable feeling, and I will choose to resist uncontrollably."

"This is a trait that only young people have. It will disappear in a few years. You have to cherish it."

Bergett was laughed at by him, and his mood immediately improved a lot.

At this time, Sarsen who was next to her suddenly poked her head over and asked, "How was that Miss Naya last night? Is it as beautiful as the rumors?"

"How should I say it?" Bergert hesitated for a while, but chose a more traditional way of saying, "Isn't it impolite for us to discuss the appearance of a young woman in private?"

"What? Do you still want to discuss it publicly?"

"Haha, Bergett, you are already dancing with your arms around your waist, how can you still speak seriously."

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Bergert understands the truth, but staying next to the two bachelors Sarson and Melen makes him really unable to avoid these sensitive topics, so he can only reply perfunctorily: "It's okay, it looks good."

"I waited all night, and I didn't have any other adjectives? Do you understand the pain in the hearts of the two of us?"

"I'm sorry, I'm in a bad mood today, I really don't want to talk about this."

They were both medical graduates who were hired by Ignatz together. It was a pity that they couldn't go to the ball to see their beauty. Who knew that they didn't even catch up with the surgery.Since Bergert insisted on being a gentleman, he could only change the subject: "Let's talk about surgery."

Bergert was taken aback: "Today I came to watch an opera with Mr. Hans to find inspiration. Why don't you listen to the opera and talk about surgery?"

"Isn't it because of boredom?" The fathers of the two are well-known entrepreneurs in Vienna. They somehow became the villains of this play, and they must feel uncomfortable. "After listening to three acts in a row, the music is monotonous, the lyrics are boring, and the plot is empty What’s interesting is that the actor’s voice is not bad.”

"Sarson is right, the whole show is just blaming the mining boss for abusing his labor and treating his workers like animals, but he just doesn't come up with the right solutions. One or two times is fine Of course, it will be boring to repeat, and I'm sure it won't have another one."【2】

Bergert saw their position, and simply changed his reason: "Mr. Hans is here, talking about how he can stand the operation."

"What? Are there people who don't like to see surgery these days?" Sarsen said with a smile, "In my father's company, the highest ticket price for Mr. Ignatz's surgery was 200 crowns, or the sixth row Location with the worst view.”

"Besides, Mr. Hans has also learned anatomy, so there should be no problem."

Hans was in a trance while watching the opera, and he responded after they raised his mouth: "Me? I'm fine, as long as you have a good chat."

Bergett was forced to have no choice but to briefly recount the unbearable past, and the focus of the whole thing was still on Kawei: "It's that Kawei again, who not only picked up a It’s a great bargain, and it even made headlines in the evening paper! Now his status is much higher than ours, and Mr. Ignatz obviously trusts him more.”

"Hehe, I think in the eyes of the teacher, we don't trust this option at all."

Sarson saw it very clearly: "Otherwise, if you were there, why would he call on that Kavey? Didn't he treat you as an assistant at all? Of course, if it were the two of us, we wouldn't be able to rank up." number."

"Hey, after studying so hard for so many years, it's really unlucky to meet such a guy when I graduate."

"Kavi. I don't know where the teacher dug it from."

Perhaps because of the repeated mention of the name, Hans, who was still listening to the opera seriously just now, suddenly became interested, and asked between the scenes: "Kavi? Who are you talking about Kavi?"

"Oh, just an assistant."

"What does an assistant do?"

"It's to help deliver patients and move things."

"A handyman? What's a handyman to talk about?"

"He's different. His father seems to have run a surgery clinic in Lombardy," Bergett explained. "He said he's been helping there since he was a kid, so he has a lot of clinical experience."

Hans' interest took another step: "Is he also a medical student like you?"

"How is it possible, he was a tree feller before, and he didn't even go to middle school!"

"Hahaha~ Is chopping a tree similar to chopping a leg?" Hans was amused by his own words, "If he didn't go to middle school, then he doesn't even know words. How did he understand your surgical records?"

This seemingly unintentional remark made the three of them notice a detail.

Why did Carvey, who had never been to school, know how to read, and it was not ordinary Austrian German, but Latin, which Ignatz often used.

Bergett was a nobleman, so it was no big deal to learn Latin since he was a child.Both Sarson and Melen learned halfway, and they are well aware of how troublesome it is to learn a new language.

"Perhaps his father taught him."

"A hairdresser? Don't say that I despise my work. Twenty years ago, maybe it didn't take that long. Just ten years ago, even a famous doctor like Mr. Ignatz would be called that." Sarson said , "If ether anesthesia hadn't become popular gradually, it would be impossible for surgery to develop to this point."

Bergett has a deep understanding of this: "Don't say ten years ago, just yesterday, those physicians called him that behind his back."

"Since it's not his father, where did he learn it from?"

"Yeah, he's only 17 years old."

The new opera did not receive good reviews, and the audience left halfway through. After the performance, not only did they not have a curtain call, they even got a lot of boos.But in this embarrassing situation, thin applause erupted from the special seats.

The citizens of Vienna have tricky tastes and have their own unique views on opera. If it were someone else, they would never cater to it.

But this time standing in the special seats and applauding non-stop is the famous portrait painter who became a hit. He is much more famous than the nobles who have no achievements in ordinary times.This is not only due to Hans' ups and downs in learning painting, but more importantly, he has to be beautiful enough.

He was standing there, with soft blond hair curled on his fair forehead, everything about his body looked charming, without any trace of affectation, and every glance that those gentle eyes gave to others was a caress.

Such a handsome young man spared no effort to encourage the actors, and the ladies and ladies in the audience would follow immediately, and it only took a moment to change their attitude.

As long as they moved, those rich kids and gentlemen would naturally follow suit.

This simple follow-up out of selfishness caused the strangest scene after the completion of the Burgtheater. The 10-minute curtain call after the boos forced the actors who had already changed into their civilian clothes to leave to return to the stage to thank them. salute.

In fact, they knew in their hearts that the repertoire was not satisfactory, and it was inevitable to be booed.

Now the lively scenes in the theater are completely out of touch with the opera itself, the focus is not on them, but in the center of the special seats, the young painter named Hans Schriati.

If one sees him from a distance, the first thing that comes to mind is the elegant and graceful wax figures with canes displayed in the windows of big fashion stores, then when one looks closely at him, he is the perfect ideal partner in the eyes of innocent girls.

Hans has no dandyism at all, this temperament is purely natural, as if it grows from the skin.

The three accompanying Bergert had already been mentally prepared, and they were willing to be robbed of the limelight, because Hans's beauty had already surpassed gender, and even a simple greeting was pleasing to the eye.

"So, who made him stand up?"

"How do I know? This kind of drama shouldn't be applauded at all."

"I always feel that Mr. Hans's feelings about music are different from ordinary people. The last time I went to a new musical, it was the same. It was really a very good performance. The audience applauded thunderously, but he just sat there and sighed. "

"I know all of this, so what about his fake beard and hat? It's agreed to hide his whereabouts and not cause trouble!"

"I remember I took it off when I entered the box, and I didn't wear it at all just now."

"Miscalculation!"

"Be careful next time, be careful next time"

The theater was fairly orderly. After exiting the main hall passage, the fans made way for an aisle.Hans signed a few autographs, and then led the three of them into the carriage on the side of the road in a hurry, and pulled down the curtain to persuade them to leave.

"Mr. Hans, if you go out with us again in the future, please wear a 'beard'. Your light golden mustache is too harmful to them."

Hans smiled apologetically, wiped off a little makeup powder that had spilled on his body, and then asked, "Three, what is the next arrangement? According to Mr. Bergert's request, we should still have two hours to spend together. "

"I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat." Sarson was straightforward.

Hans was very interested: "Do you have any recommendations?"

"Didn't you have dinner?" Bergert also ate something, so he didn't want to waste too much time on food. "It's better to go to the circus or the fireworks show in the square."

Hans smiled: "It's okay, anyway, I came out to relax, I've been stuck in the studio for too long."

"How about French food?" Sarson suggested, "The head chef of the restaurant once served the French royal family, and all the dishes he cooks are authentic French dishes, which are completely different from those casually made by roadside shops!"

"I'm fine." Melen rubbed his stomach, "I didn't eat anything for dinner, and I'm a little hungry now."

Two agreed and one was neutral. Bergert could only nod: "Okay, that's all said, of course I have to listen to you."

The carriage went all the way west, crossed the ring road and soon came to the main entrance of the restaurant.

Roshshuart is indeed well decorated, and it is still open until 11 o'clock in the evening, with bright lights.But what is puzzling is that the entrance of such a high-end French restaurant is full of people, completely surrounding the magnificent entrance.

The four of them stood outside the crowd and looked in, only to think that it was an ordinary street fight, not surprising.

But the more they walked in, the more they felt something was wrong, because not only pedestrians stopped at the door, but there were many other people.Among them were rich people in gorgeous dresses, as well as chefs and waiters in white overalls, and almost everyone in the restaurant was dispatched.

Suddenly, the crowd shouted: "What are you waiting for? It's just a French guy, beat him up!!!"

Immediately, the audience on the other side was not to be outdone, and shouted again and again: "Mr. Alphonse, we are on your side, this guy is a shameless Austrian scum, hit him!!!"

"Yes, hit him!"

"Hurry up and beat him!"

"French get out of Vienna!"

(End of this chapter)