"Sir, how does it feel to be a university teacher?"

When he got home in the afternoon, Hans asked with a smile as soon as he got home.

Mr. Butler was surprised and curious about Johann being able to become an associate professor at the University of Berlin. In this era, people's reverence and respect for science have slowly begun to show, and being able to become a university professor is a great thing for Hans, and he is naturally very curious.

"Hehe, that's good."

With a frown, John said with a smile.

With two sessions of surgery in the morning and two sessions of physiology in the afternoon, John had a very fulfilling day today, but John was a little dissatisfied with the two sessions of physiology in the afternoon, because this basic discipline is different from surgery, and there is really no way to play freely - in the field of basic research, it is impossible to accept illusions without theoretical foundations.

Looking at John's bright smile, the butler's mood also became happy.

The masters are good enough, and the servants will naturally have face, especially a master like John, who can earn both money and fame, naturally makes Mr. Key honorable.

"Sir, this is a telegram from your surgeon today."

Before dinner, the butler brought John an envelope.

"Oh?"

With a move in his heart, John hurriedly opened the telegram.

As he expected, it was about the transfer of shares in the bicycle company, and the telegram from old Huntelaar meant that several people had already expressed strong interest in it, and the next step was to bargain separately for a buyer with the highest bid.

But......

"At the latest, at the end of September, I will leave for Berlin with the funds you need!"

The last sentence of the telegram immediately frightened John.

The old man is coming again?

Although the transatlantic crossing is much faster now than it was a few years ago, and the cruise ship is much more comfortable, the elder Huntelaar is almost seventy years old. It's been more than half a month of travel......

The more he thought about it, the darker his face became, and John didn't even know what to eat, so he trotted upstairs to write a letter to his grandfather......

……

A week later, when John received a telegram from old Huntelaar, he learned that the bicycle company had been sold and that the old man's ferry tickets had been booked. In a small house in Portsmouth, England, Conan? Doyle had just returned home from his clinic.

"Louis, do you have my letter today?"

The first thing he did when he came back from the clinic was to ask his new wife out loud about the letters, which had happened in the last week or two Conan? Doyle's just developed a habit.

"Nope."

Louis? Doyle shook his head, frowned, and said, "Are you still waiting for that Mr. Huntelaar reply?" As I've said several times, it's not that fast, and your letter has only been sent for just over two weeks, which is just enough time to get to Berlin for a round trip. In another week or two it should be about the same...... Well, of course, on the premise that Mr. Huntelaar is interested in writing back to you. ”

From his wife's words, Conan? Doyle could easily hear the dissatisfaction.

It's no wonder that the newlywed wife is dissatisfied, it is really because the Doyle family's current financial situation is not very good, although they graduated from the prestigious Edinburgh Medical School, but because of the poor technical level of the doctors in this era, coupled with his lack of sufficient experience and reputation, Conan? Doyle didn't have a good enough income. After graduation. Conan? Doyle first worked as a ship-doctor on a voyage to Africa, and then returned to Portsmouth to open his business. The money earned is just enough to make ends meet. Not long after I got married, I put most of my energy into writing novels......

From a woman's point of view, Louis would naturally be dissatisfied.

"Alas......"

Conan? Doyle sighed softly and took off his coat in some frustration.

In fact, he himself knew better than his wife that the chances of receiving a reply were very slim, because as a physician he knew better than Louis the identity and status of Mr. John Huntelaar at this time. Conan? Doyle has just seen the latest issue of The Lancet. Discover that Mr. Huntelaar has once again published four papers in one issue of the journal!

From these four papers, Conan? Doyle saw a lot of things.

The first is of course the rise of Mr. Huntelaar's academic stature, having published nearly ten papers in The Lancet alone in the last year, which would be enough in England to be a lecturer at any medical school. And while the surgical sterilization or something of Conan? Doyle didn't quite understand, but the patents for the two local anesthetic drugs and the set of surgical instruments were very appealing. With them, Mr. Huntelaar will be able to make a good income!

Would he really be interested in detective fiction and write letters to himself?

From the beginning Conan? Doyle himself doesn't have much confidence, but what he wrote has been frequently rejected in the past two years, so this time he really had great expectations when he decided to incorporate the blood group theory into the novel. He wrote the letter to Mr. Huntelaar to make sure that there would be no mistakes in what he had written, but it was only a matter of expectation that he would receive a response......

"Bang! Bang! ”

Just as the couple was about to pack up for dinner, there was a sudden knock on the door of the house.

Hear a knock on the door Louis? Doyle subconsciously frowned and muttered in a low voice, "Who is it?" It's rude to knock so loudly so late in the evening! ”

But complaining is complaining, Louis, as the hostess, immediately ran over, opened the door and was stunned.

"This is Arthur? Conan? Doyle's home? “

A stout postman glanced at Louis and asked in a gruff voice.

"Yes, sir."

Louis replied with a nod of his head with a pair of big eyes. Just now my husband asked if there was a letter, and the postman came to the door at this time, is it really a coincidence? Or is it ......

"There's a letter from him!"

The postman grinned, and handed Louis a thick envelope.

"Thank you."

Instinctively thanking him back, Louis curiously glanced at the postmark address of the envelope.

Berlin, Germany!

"Arthur!"

Just as the postman turned to leave, Louis cried out in surprise: "There is a letter from you, a letter from Berlin, Germany!" ”

"Huh?"

Louis's high-pitched voice was so harsh that the postman, who had just turned around, was startled and subconsciously turned his head to look.

In the postman's sight, a young gentleman from inside the room rushed out of the room, and cried out with a look of ecstasy on his face, "Is it a letter from Mr. Huntelaar?" Where is it? ”

Snatching the letter almost from his wife's hand, Doyle opened it and stood there impatiently to read it.

The postman shook his head and left with a look of disdain, while Louis looked at her husband quietly with a slight expectation in his heart, and then watched him gradually change from anticipation to puzzlement, then to amazement, and finally to a kind of ecstasy!

"This ...... This is exactly what I wanted! ”

After turning the last page, Conan? Doyle suddenly shouted loudly, the excitement in his heart seemed to be difficult to resolve, and suddenly stepped forward and hugged his wife!

"Ah, what are you doing?"

Louis was startled by her husband and quickly whispered.

"Haha, that's great!"

Conan? Doyle didn't answer his wife's question at all, laughing and holding her around the room for a frantic spin......

……

I'm going to hang out with my kids tomorrow, and the update may be late. (To be continued......)