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In the admiring gaze of the countess and the envious eyes of Dr. Blomstein, Zhu Jishi felt a little proud, and he suddenly found that if he could turn one-tenth of all the medical knowledge and chemical and biological knowledge he had mastered into wealth, it would be a piece of cake to earn back the silver lost by the Qing Dynasty in the Opium War.

However, he also knew that the process of transforming knowledge into wealth was quite long, and he could not live by drinking the northwest wind until the imaginary wealth was in his hands. At the moment, the most important and crucial thing is to find a way to solve the problem of one's own survival in 19th-century Britain, and then to think about making a fortune......

Thinking of this, Zhu Jishi's brows gradually twisted, and his pleading gaze gently swept over the countess and Dr. Blomstein.

"What's wrong? Dr. Jason, are you in trouble in the UK? "Isabel. Countess Deneuve was really understanding, and when she saw Zhu Jishi's eyes, she knew that the other party was asking for help.

"It's a little trouble," Zhu Jishi's brows were already twisted, "It's a little trouble, I met a thief on the way to Oxford, and my luggage, passport and academic certificates were all lost, so there is no way to get a doctor's license in the UK." ”

"Passport? Diploma? Dr. Blomstehlmann was stunned for a moment, and then replied: "If you lose your passport, you can go to London to get a new one, and as for the diploma...... Well, you don't need to show a diploma to get a doctor's license in the UK, because that thing is easy to forge, and there are a lot of fake documents in the London workers' quarters, and any document can be forged for a few small bucks. However, to obtain a medical license, you need to pass the exam of the medical association, and although the exam is difficult, it should not be a problem for you. ”

Go to London to get a passport!? Zhu Jishi really didn't know what the passport system in Europe was like in 1842. In fact, there was no concept of illegal immigration in this era, because the working people of even the most powerful European powers lived in dire straits. Otherwise, how could the specter of GCISM arise in Europe? Therefore, there are no foreign poor people to smuggle into the dire United Kingdom, and the poor people (including the British poor) who cannot get along in Europe in this era are yearning for the New World.

In addition, the passport was actually a "pass" concept in 1842, not a travel certificate issued by a country's government to its own citizens, but by the local ruler Liliang to foreign travelers. However, the management is very lax, there are no bullish immigration officials checking passports everywhere on the street, and foreigners do not need passports to enter the seaport cities of all European countries, such as London.

"Really? That's great. Zhu Jishi took another sip of red wine and looked at Countess Isabel again, "In addition, I have lost my wallet, I think I can advance the consultation fee for Mr. Churchill's treatment?" ”

"Consultation fee? I'll give Robert £30 in advance, and I think he's paid you more than that. ”

Only £30? This woman is stingy enough! Of course, Zhu Jishi thanked him again and again on the surface, but he slandered fiercely in his heart. In fact, he later learned that 30 pounds in 1842 was definitely not a small amount, and it was enough money for Zhu Jishi to live comfortably in London for a year! Not knowing that he already had enough money to live on for a year, Zhu Jishi continued to cheekily ask the Countess and Dr. Blomstein for new help in solving the problems of housing and work.

"As long as it's a doctor's job?"

Isabel was really a noble person Zhu Jishi met after crossing over, first agreed to let Zhu Jishi temporarily help her sister in her apartment in the city of London, and then promised to help him arrange a job as a doctor in a "charity hospital", but the salary seemed to be a bit low, only 2 to 3 pounds a week......

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By the end of dinner, it was completely dark outside. Zhu Jishi first went to observe his patient Qiu Fatzi, the fat man was sleeping soundly, and there was no sign of fever, I have to say that Zhu Jishi's luck was not bad, the first patient he met when he came to this time and space was a guy who was as strong as an ox and could withstand the toss.

Then he left the house again and went outside on the lawn, looking up at the starry sky overhead. When he was a student at the Mannheim Medical School, he would often look up at the starry sky on the lawn of the campus with Ye Yiren, unblocking his life ideals - but the ideals of the two people did not seem to be very different, Zhu Jishi's ideal was to get a master's degree, to work in a big hospital in a big city, and preferably to marry a wife who did not need him to buy a house (such as Miss Ye). And Ye Yiren always likes to fantasize about crossing over, being reborn or something.

But there is always a gap between reality and ideals, sometimes it is very big, just like now, Zhu Jishi has crossed over, and Ye Yiren is probably destined to work in a big hospital in a big city for a lifetime, I hope she can find another man who loves her as much as herself.

On the first night after the crossing, of course, there should be no sleepiness, and Zhu Jishi was no exception, he was now in good spirits, and he didn't want to sleep in the guest room arranged for him by the countess, so he simply walked around, and by the way, he enjoyed the idyllic scenery of the 19th century English countryside.

The air is as cool as water, refreshing and refreshing. The grass half a calf high of Zhu Jishi swayed slowly in the night breeze, and the moonlight and starlight seemed to be sprinkled on the tips of the grass, sparkling with the wind, like a water surface made of countless pearls, fresh and bright.

I don't know how long it took, but Zhu Jishi, who was a little tired, simply lay down on the grass, stretched his limbs, and felt the gentle night breeze gently blowing through his body. The whole body seemed to merge with the grass below him, extending far into the sky.

Zhu Jishi was intoxicated by this quiet and peaceful night scene, and his chaotic mind suddenly became quiet, temporarily forgetting his confusion and worries about the future.

Suddenly, a soft voice rang in his ears, "Tartar, can't sleep?" Missed your hometown in the prairie? ”

Zhu Jishi sat up and turned his head to see that the hostess here, Countess Isabel, didn't know when to walk to his side. He was silent for a moment and nodded, "I can't go back, I can't go back......"

The countess didn't speak, but gently brushed Zhu Jishi's hair with her slender hand. She guessed Zhu Jishi's true identity in her heart, and the very unusual temperament that Zhu Jishi showed made her feel that he must be a Tatar with a story. Perhaps a noble Tatar prince fled to Western Europe as a child to escape the vicious Tsarist authorities (the Bonapartists certainly did not like Tsarist Russia) and fled to Western Europe under the protection of his loyal servants......

It's not that the countess is more gossipy, it's really that Western Europe in this era seems to be full of all kinds of exiles, and the countess herself can be counted as one of them. The earldom she inherited from her ex-husband only counted after the Bonaparte Restoration, so she was barely a Bonapartist in exile in England!

In addition, there were many exiles from the German Confederation in Britain, who formed a secret organization called the "League of the Righteous" (later the GC League, all of whom were revolutionary predecessors!). ）。 And the exiles from Russia, especially in England and Western Europe, this handsome Tatar prince (women love fantasy, especially French women) may be one of them?

"I'll go with you to London tomorrow." The countess suddenly smiled at Zhu Jishi.

"Come with me to London?" Zhu Jishi was stunned, thinking that this French woman was quite enthusiastic, so it was okay, he didn't know anything about London in 1842, and he didn't get lost if he had a leader.