Nineteenth Century Medical Guide

Chapter 55
Even in the 19th century when duels were no longer advocated, this kind of project that can rely on its own strength to maintain honor still occupies a very high position in the hearts of noble gentlemen.Who doesn't like to stand in front of the provocative corpse with the weapon he likes, and smile to receive everyone's admiration.

Of course, it's another matter if you really want to put it into action.

Hans had spent two years in France and knew exactly how crazy the French were about dueling.Originally, Alphonse didn't want to let Li Ben go, and now it's published in the newspaper, it's impossible to get rid of it.

"Isn't Mr. Li Ben recuperating in the ward?" Bergett was surprised.

"He wasn't there when I went to see him at noon today, and the nurse said he didn't know." Hans was helpless, "I wasted the dessert I bought."

Carvey was also surprised.

He was surprised that Hans would bring food for this "friend" he just met, and then ran to the dirty and messy Municipal General Hospital: "Mr. Hans has a heart."

"After all, he is an assistant." Hans seemed to have a sense of substitution for this role, with a bright smile on his face, "It feels like he is helping Mr. Li Ben."

Bergett found an empty seat and sat down, picked up the black tea brought by the servant, and took a sip first: "Maybe he was wandering in the garden."

"No, no, you won't take all your luggage with you when you go to the garden." Hans waved his hand and said with a smile, "I saw that his bed was empty, and even a towel delivered by the hospital was taken away. Simple enough."

"Huh? Isn't he a nobleman?"

"I don't know that."

At noon, Carvey and Ignatz were having dinner outside, Bergett and the others were also resting, and no one cared about the whereabouts of a patient.

Not even an old doctor with modern medical concepts like Carvey, because in a modern hospital, it is difficult for a patient to leave the hospital alone.Who would have thought that the ward of the largest municipal general hospital in Austria in the 19th century would not care about the whereabouts of patients.

Looking at the whole hospital, the most disciplined ones are probably the pregnant women in the obstetrics and gynecology department, because once they leave the hospital, they will lose the right to apply for childcare allowance.

"I think I can only persuade Mr. Alphonse." Bergert looked at Carvey and suggested, "He seems to listen to you more."

"Headache." Carvey shook his head. "If I can persuade him, I won't send the letter into the office of the newspaper editor."

"Hey, hey, isn't he really going to be an enemy of Mr. Hans?" Bergert's face was particularly exciting, with worries and excitement, "You know Hans has the hearts of all the girls in Vienna behind him. If you really fight, Each of them could spray him to death with a single spittle."

"I'll try my best."

"Okay, okay, let's hurry to watch the game." Hans put his little finger on the table and gently put down the teacup. "It's getting late, and we have to pick up Sarson and Meren."

"what match?"

Hans smiled and waved his fist symbolically: "A game that speaks with fists."

Carvey was taken aback: "I thought Mr. was a person who didn't like to fight."

"Of course I don't like to fight." Hans looked at his slender arms and explained with a smile, "but I like to watch."

What they call a boxing match is actually just a black boxing match held in the basement of a tavern.This kind of boxing match is not uncommon, and the polite and polite Austrians need a place to vent and relax after a day of work.

If there is an urgent need for money, the audience on weekdays can also go off in person and experience the feeling of punching to the flesh.

Although it is a small venue, if you really want to get in, you still have to rely on some connections and know-how. After all, this is considered a gray industry in Vienna, and it is shady.

Finding the correct entrance is what they call "tickets". It was not easy for Hans to get the tickets, and it cost him a lot of money.

There are no formal boxing rings inside, and there are only small arenas pieced together from a few long wooden boards.There are a few dim candle lights on the top, surrounded by cheering and applauding civilians.

There are no rules here, no regulations on the number of rounds, and there will be no protective gear. The game starts with the referee's order and continues until either side is unable to fight back.As for how it is considered impossible to fight back, probably only the referee and himself know.

Speaking of boxing, in fact, arms, elbows, foreheads, and knees can all be used. Wrestling and kicking are also common moves. The most exaggerated thing is that even teeth are often used for close combat.

There is only one principle, no matter what the result is, both sides must see blood in the process, and the plot must be ups and downs, otherwise it will not mobilize the emotions of the audience to bet, and it will not be exciting.

And this kind of underground boxing match is also a sharp weapon for the bosses to attract money, and they often need some security guards to maintain: "How many?"

"Five."

"Admission is free." The security guard blocked their way, "But before entering, you must place a bet. Each person is no less than 1 kroner. There is no bargaining, and no installment payment is supported."

"Here." Hans handed over a 50-kroner note, and at the same time pointed to a name on the wall, "All bet on Robert the Rat King!"

The security guard's eyes were startled, he took the banknote and looked the person up and down, and found nothing wrong, so he accepted the money and prepared to let him go: "The next game is Robert, if you win, you can get 55 crowns."

"Um"

"By the way, what time is the human-mouse war?"

"Robert's game is over and he's going to take a 20-minute break. It's estimated to be 10 pm."

"If Robert breaks the record today, how much can we win?"

"You continue to bet on him to win?"

"Correct."

"If he really wins, you can get paid three times."

"Bet 100 crowns, Robert wins."

"I bet 100 too."

"100, Robert~"

"Then I will give a little more, 200, Robert must set a record today!"

The four well-fed sons were so generous that the security guards were taken aback.The 4 crowns alone already exceeded all the bets in the previous game, and they also bet all on Robert.

"If you bet like this, the odds will drop"

"Let's go down, whatever you want."

Kavi was so shy that he was just about to reach into his pocket when Bergett paid him: "Let me come, 100 crowns, which one do you want to bet on?"

"Bet on the loss, it should bring back some odds."

"Betting to lose? Robert is very strong." Sarson reminded, "The last game was only 3 seconds away, and I won by 3 seconds!"

"Yes, I will definitely win this time."

Bergert readily stuffed the money into the security guard's pocket: "It's okay, Kavey can bet whatever he wants, it's just 100 crowns."

"Okay, I'll make a note of it."

Money is a number for these five people, and getting in to watch the game as soon as possible is the highlight.Before the security could figure out the odds, they dragged the poor Kavey to the arena.

The basement is not much larger than the tavern upstairs, and because there are too many people, it is impossible to hear what the people around here are saying.

As soon as the door was pushed open, Kavey's ears were filled with all kinds of messy sounds, and the entire Tianling Gai was constantly bearing the impact of the sound waves.

Compared to him, the four well-dressed people on weekdays were like birds released into the forest, at ease.

Hans really wasn't lying.

This well-loved painter, wearing a false beard and a cheap woolen coat that ordinary people often wear, was able to squeeze in the crazy crowd naturally, admiring the splashing blood and the crisp sound of bone fractures. Shout out.

Although Sarson and Melen are rich second generations, they are very familiar with the daily pastimes of the working class, and it is not difficult to integrate into them.

The only one who seemed a bit cautious was Bergett. Even here, it was difficult for him to let go of his aristocratic air.In his eyes, this kind of fighting for money has no honor at all, but it may not be so easy to let him leave now.

"Hit, beat him!"

"Kick your belly, yes, give it another kick!"

"Falled to the ground, step on his waist quickly, continue, don't give him a chance to breathe~~~"

Carvey watched the boxing match and frowned. According to this style of play, the result of the match is either to win or die.Even if he survived by luck, the fracture is only a minor injury, and he might not be able to get out of bed within two or three weeks.With a little less luck, there will be no second match in this life.

After all, in an arena where there are no competitive rules, people basically rely on their physique to make a living. Guys with broken hands and legs can't play because the boss can't make any money at all.

After a while, the referee finally stepped over the fence and entered the field, helping to pull away the violent side: "Gekai fell to the ground, Polatz won!"

As soon as the ruling came out, the staff on both sides quickly opened the small door and dragged Gekayi, who had softened into a mess, out of the field.

"The next match is Iron Man Maldor with 3 wins and 1 loss, against" the referee smiled and looked at a stool behind him, "...Our champion, Robert the Rat King, who has 13 wins and 2 losses!"

Facing the champion, the dark-skinned Meldo had an unusually calm expression, or it could be said that he had no expression at all.It's just that when Robert moved his hands and feet, he suddenly stepped forward and stuck out his tongue, making a gesture of wiping his neck.

Shu Wang also took two steps forward, and smiled at his black face: "Stay a little longer, don't fall so ugly like last time."

The two were almost the same size, but from a distance, Meldow was slightly taller, and his muscles were tighter.It's just that when they really fight on the field, the slight difference in physique is not so obvious, and everyone can clearly feel Robert's flexibility.

Every time he was cornered, he could find a gap to slip out and punch the opponent a few times on the way.It's just that Iron Man really lived up to his name, and his soft fists didn't affect him at all.

There is only one technique and tactics for Meldow after he comes on the field, drive him to the corner, and then block his way.

This really works in a small arena. The opponent in the last match was punched to death by him in the corner.

But Shu Wang is a "champion" after all, and his body skills are much smarter. Once the opponent's speed and angle are determined, it is not difficult to get rid of him.

Amid the fierce cheers from the audience, Robert was like a wild cat teasing a mouse. Not only did he easily dodge the attack, but his fists could always land on several soft joints and soft tissues of Meldo, but he did not lose gravity: " Don't fall down, I haven't played enough yet."

Iron Man looked shaky, but held on to a fighting stance.

"Yes, that's right"

It was another round of stormy attack, just when everyone thought it would be a one-sided match, suddenly Iron Man tilted his body and threw an unimaginable right uppercut.

Although Robert had always memorized the way of punching, he didn't expect the other party's body to lose its center of gravity. The fist sank a few centimeters, and it swept towards the place he wanted to avoid.

Front door.

The Shu King was agile, but his ability to resist blows was not strong. Just a punch was like a machine that had been pulled out, and he lay flat on the ground.

Most of the audience bet their daily pocket money on the Mouse King.

The former champion has won 10 games in a row here, and even challenged the human-mouse battle twice, only three seconds away from crossing the last hurdle.And Maldor was just a black thug who had just been sold to the boss. He had no fighting experience and relied on his physical strength to hold on.

Comparing the two, no matter how you look at it, the Shu King should win.

But the reality is so cruel, he didn't reason with them at all, and suddenly complained, newspapers, cigarette butts and even wine bottles in his hand were flying into the field.

"Fake punch!"

"It must have colluded to cheat money!!"

"Are you kidding, I bet all the money I just got on him!"

"Damn, did you get squeezed dry on the bed??? You beat me so badly!"

"Ah, I can't live without money"

Even if the surroundings lost so badly, the boss of the arena still couldn't control their lives.The purpose of boxing matches is to make money. If Shu Wang loses, he loses, and the process that should go must continue.

The referee quickly entered the arena, and several porters came in at the same time: "As you can see, the two fell to the ground one after another. According to the rules of the game, the first to fall to the ground loses, so this round Iron Man Maldor won."

Both the Mouse King and Iron Man fell to the ground.

In this arena of less than 10 square meters, only those standing are considered human, and those who fall are no different from dead pigs being sent to the dissection table.

"I didn't expect the Mouse King to lose." Hans felt a little lonely, "I thought he could directly break the record."

Sarsson asked, "When was the last time?"

"5 minutes and 48 seconds, 3 seconds slower."

"It's a pity, it's a pity, my face is crooked after seeing this punch."

The referee quickly stabilized the mentality of the people around him, and a new round of betting was about to begin: "Okay, everyone, calm down, and the next step is tonight's highlight. Since the Mouse King has been defeated, Iron Man can't continue to fight. The human-rat battle will be replaced by our steel teeth!"

"Steel teeth?" Carvey asked with a smile, "That's an interesting nickname."

Hans suddenly became excited again: "The steel teeth are fierce, and the record of 5 minutes and 45 seconds is kept by it."

"Oh?"

At this time, the small door on the sidelines was opened again, and a staff member walked into the field, along with a big sack, a dog leash, and a hound: "Everyone, the next thing to bet on is, Can Gangya face 100 mice for the second time, and can he refresh his own record again."

As soon as the words fell, the referee turned around and climbed over the wooden wall to return to the audience.

While the surroundings were rushing to place bets, the staff member pulled off the dog leash, and then slowly opened the slipknot on the sack.With a bang, the mouth of the bag touched the ground, and a black mass of mice poured out.

(End of this chapter)