I was a god in the 18th century

The two quickly climbed to the fifth floor. Mrs. Jones followed up while breathing heavily, shouting louder than Owen: "Mrs. Henry! Someone is coming to see you!"

At this time, Owen hadn't even stepped forward to knock on the door.

Hearing the movement at the door, there was the sound of chairs moving inside, followed by the sound of shoes tapping on the floor, and then the door was opened shortly after.

The person who opened the door was Owen's cousin Connie Henry. Seeing Owen standing outside the door, Connie looked very surprised because he came earlier than their family expected.

There was a snowstorm two days ago and it stopped today. The Henry family thought that Owen would not be able to come over soon, but who knew that he would actually appear outside the door now.

"Mommy! James! It's cousin Owen here!"

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Henry and Owen's cousin James came out of the room and faced the door.

Owen set out as soon as he received the letter, although yesterday he was delayed for half a day and one night due to the snowstorm.

But originally, even if there was no snowstorm, it was not suitable to travel at night, so he would find a hotel to spend the night.

So the real delay is only one afternoon, and this time has long been wiped out by the speed of electric cars.

The only thing he was rude about when he came this time was that he came empty-handed. All his luggage was left on the carriage, including the gifts he wanted to bring to his uncle's family.

In fact, he could also go to the nearby department store first and buy some fruit, roasted chicken or something.

But because the off-road vehicle he drove was so cool, he was surrounded by crowds of people as soon as he entered London, making it difficult to find stores for shopping.

Owen drove the car calmly on the surface, but in his heart he was still a little nervous about the people who suddenly appeared in front of the car like ghosts, for fear of hitting someone.

After Owen and Xia Qingdai were welcomed into the door by Mrs. Henry, Mrs. Jones also squeezed in and asked Mrs. Henry about the two guests.

Mrs. Henry answered Mrs. Jones with her back straight and her head held high: "This is my nephew, a real gentleman. He has just inherited a villa and has his own property. He doesn't have to do any work."

Their family also has very respectable relatives. At this time, Mrs. Henry had not noticed that Owen came to the door empty-handed. Her attention was completely attracted by the blue satin fox furs worn by Owen and Xia Qingdai, and she could not see anything else. I just wanted to feel proud in front of Mrs. Jones.

They recently spent all their savings to treat their eldest son William's leg, and had to move out of the room with two windows on the third floor to a room on the fifth floor with only a balcony in the living room.

They were even nearly kicked out by Mrs. Jones if Mr. Henry hadn't known something about the law. Because the other party was afraid that William would die in the house and bring bad luck to her.

"A gentleman with a mountain estate?" Mrs. Jones looked at Owen with brighter eyes.

Although this handsome young man is not a nobleman, he is still a suave country squire. He is much nobler than a businessman, lawyer or the like!

Besides, he is so good-looking, so there can be no women in the world who hate him.

Fate meant that the heirs did not need to do any work. The main tasks in life were eating, drinking, having fun, cockfighting and horse racing - oh, maybe they also had to worry about being a peace officer for the poor people in their own land.

All in all, a decent guy.

"Sir, I think your farm yield must be good, right? Do you have a house in London? All decent squires have a house in London, and they should spend the winter in the city..." Mrs. Jones inquired directly, "I think so Is this beautiful lady your wife? I noticed that both of your cloaks are from the same tailor."

According to modern fashion, the cloaks worn by the two of them are couple's style. No wonder Mrs. Jones misunderstood them. Owen's face blushed slightly when he heard the word "wife" and he explained: "She is my distant cousin."

As for other matters such as his income and property, Owen of course remained silent and had no interest in telling the landlady.

He came all the way from the countryside of the small town of Ifra to the city of London. Every landlord he met, whether it was a hotel or an apartment, seemed to be very interested in finding out about other people's births, property, and status.

However, Owen happens to be not a person who is willing to reveal his identity easily, show off his identity, and satisfy other people's curiosity. He is not a stupid young man with no social experience at all.

Although he is very young, his unfortunate fate in his youth and his baptism on the American battlefield gave him a calmness and calmness that many of his peers did not have.

He knows that when he goes out, everyone respects Luo Shan first and then others. That's why he took out his most expensive cloak and put it on so that when others see him, they will know that he is a respectable gentleman.

But beyond that he would reveal no more to strangers.

Mrs. Henry, after briefly showing off to Mrs. Jones her respectable nephew, sent Mrs. Jones away.

Rather than showing off to others, what she was more worried about now was her eldest son lying in the hospital bed.

Showing off is just because I am holding back my breath.

She didn't even have the energy to ask Owen about Xia Qingdai. Anyway, her distant cousin didn't have much to do with her.

"Owen, please go into the room and say goodbye to your cousin. Hey! Say goodbye properly, and maybe you won't be able to see him tomorrow." As she said this, tears fell from her aunt's eyes, and she fell down on the sofa. Go up and wave to your children to lead the guests into the room.

Xia Qingdai and Owen followed James and Connie to open the door and enter the room. A strong smell of blood and a strange smell of decay filled the room.

It was a room with boarded-up windows, lit by a candle and a little light from the doorway.

The whole room was damp and dark, and the smell was disgusting.

The UK is an island country, and London has a rainy and humid climate. In such an environment, staying in a room without windows is a disaster.

If Xia Qingdai hadn't exercised on Xia Shanglu several times and suddenly smelled this smell, she would probably have changed her face on the spot.

As for Owen, he has seen scenes and smells more penetrating than this on the battlefield, and of course he will not lose his composure at this time.

He felt very sad just to see his angry cousin lying on the bed.

Xia Qingdai pulled Owen and frowned: "This room is not good. There is no sunlight and no air circulation, which is not conducive to the patient's recovery."

Moreover, she had just seen several blood scabs on the exposed arm of the man on the hospital bed. It was obvious that this was the most powerful "surgeon" in the 18th century, and he had performed the most versatile bloodletting therapy on his patients.

With this kind of diagnosis and treatment method and rehabilitation environment, it would be strange not to be terminally ill!

Even though Xia Qingdai has not fully started studying medicine, she has more basic common sense than most doctors of this era.