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One day in early January 1843, Isabel had not seen her for many days. The Countess de Neave came to the door again, and brought with her a young man with a handsome eyebrow, and by his dress and demeanor, he knew that he was a gentleman, the backbone of the British Empire.

The young gentleman's eyes slid over Madame Duran with a lazy smile on her face, and then fell on Zhu Jishi.

"Andrew, this is Jason. Cinnabar. The countess still looked so noble and beautiful, and introduced in a soft voice: "This is Andrew. Jones, a lawyer at Jones & Associates, is a very good lawyer. ”

Zhu Jishi nodded at the countess to express his gratitude, but he also knew that the lawyer the countess hired for herself was not a very good lawyer, just a rookie. It is probably unlikely that he will be able to defeat the lawyers of the Royal Society of Medicine with his mouth. Five days later, the "defamation" lawsuit was theoretically lost.

"Mr. Jones, how sure are you about this lawsuit?" Zhu Jishi picked up the coffee brewed by Mrs. Duran herself, took a sip, and asked with a smile.

Jones shook his head slightly with a bitter face, and said, "Mr. Zhu, with all due respect, you don't have any chance of winning, this lawsuit is lost." Because the Royal Society of Medicine is the authoritative body of the British medical community, the judges of the court will adopt such opinions if they think that your accusations against British hospitals and doctors are unfounded...... I think you should understand that you are now facing a civil lawsuit, so there is no jury, and if the judge adopts the opinion of the Royal Society of Medicine, you will lose! ”

Zhu Jishi smiled, nodded with satisfaction, and said in his heart: "This lawyer is really a rookie, but he is an honest gentleman." ”

"Jason, Lawyer Jones suggests that you settle out of court with the Royal Society of Medicine......" The countess interjected with a frown, as if she was really worried about Zhu Jishi. But Zhu Jishi knew that this woman was just acting.

"What if I had irrefutable evidence that I was completely right?" Zhu Jishi ignored the countess, but asked Jones's lawyer rhetorically.

"This ...... Mr. Zhu, I don't think you still understand that the Royal Society of Medicine is a recognized authority on medicine in the United Kingdom, and as long as they consider the evidence you submit to be invalid, most of the judges will directly accept it, which is completely in line with the legal process. Lawyer Jones glanced at Zhu Jishi, who had a determined expression, and shook his head slightly, "Mr. Zhu, if you do not agree to settle, then after losing the case in the District Court of London, you can also appeal to the Court of Appeal of England and Wales, and then you can appeal to the Supreme Court of the United Kingdom, and Zuihou can appeal to the Law Committee of the Privy Council and Queen Victoria." But...... That's just a waste of money! ”

"Mr. Jones, according to you, is it not up to the Royal Medical Society to sue and try itself?" Mrs. Duran next to her interjected dissatisfiedly.

"That's the way it is, so ......"

"No, it is not the Royal Society of Medicine or the British courts that are judging, but scientific truth!" Zhu Jishi waved his hand to interrupt lawyer Jones, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jones, I will definitely win this lawsuit, because the scientific truth is on my side!" ”

"Jason!" The countess looked at Zhu Jishi with reproachful eyes, "Lawyer Jones is a professional, you should listen to his opinion." ”

"Isabel, don't worry, this lawsuit has been won! No matter what the courts in the UK decide, Heroin Pharmacy and I are winners! Because when the Royal Society of Medicine filed a lawsuit and the District Court of London accepted it, it put itself in the position of the Inquisition! Zhu Jishi's smile was very playful, "A difference of scientific opinion cannot be determined by a court trial, and I am so disappointed that someone from the Royal Society of Medicine would make such a stupid mistake!" ”

"Mr. Zhu, this point of view of yours can be put forward in the face of the law." Jones's eyebrows furrowed slightly, as if he saw a glimmer of hope of winning the case, and then he twisted his eyebrows again, "But the court is unlikely to adopt this view." ”

Zhu Jishi shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Then they are ready to be the laughing stock of Quan Shijie!" ”

……

At this very moment, in Blenheim Palace in Oxfordshire, a pair of well-dressed brothers are sitting opposite each other, each holding a cup of fragrant black tea from China.

"Robert, do you think that Doctor Tatar is quite right?"

It was George who spoke. Spencer. Winston Churchill, the 6th Duke of Marlborough, was also the first British Prime Minister of the later generation. Churchill's grandfather. He is now the magistrate of Oxfordshire, the roughly equivalent of China, a loyal Conservative, and the current Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, Robert Brown. Peel is of the same party. As the ruling party, the Conservatives were naturally the main attackers of the Chartists, and they were also responsible for the series of repression and bloodshed from September 1842 onwards. However, Oxfordshire has always been a wealthy part of England, and there is not much proletariat, so there are no protests.

However, he was still very concerned about the trend of the Chartist movement, and of course he also found that the radical newspapers that supported the Chartist were using Zhu Jishi's articles and opinions to smear the "charity hospital" in Britain, and even extended the topic to the poor conditions of the working quarters of the British big cities, and compared the working quarters with the upper residential areas where the bourgeoisie gathered, so as to conclude that the aristocracy and the bourgeoisie were using the filthy environment to create diseases and plagues in an attempt to exterminate the "surplus" working class......

"George, I think the fact that I am sitting here and drinking tea well now is enough to prove that the Tatar doctor's words are correct." The answer to Duke Churchill was, of course, his younger brother, the big fat man Robert Churchill, who had just bought the rank of lieutenant colonel. Churchill.

Duke Churchill gently turned the teacup in his hand, shook his head, and said: "Many truths are often obscured by fallacies for a period of time, and perhaps in ten or twenty years, history will prove that the Tatar is right." ”

"What if you can't wait that long?" Qiu Fatzi tasted the black tea, stretched out his fat hand and picked up a piece of pastry from the afternoon tea table and bit it. "In case the Magistrates' Court of London front foot declares Jason. Zhu is a liar and a slanderer, and there is a scientist on the back foot who proves that his point of view is completely correct? George, what do you think European public opinion will say about us then? Will it compare us to the Holy See? ”

Duke Churchill touched his chin, "That's a problem...... But it can't be that coincidental, right? But those people in the District Court of London and the Royal Society of Medicine are also really, how can they bring such academic issues to the law for trial? He looked at his fat brother, "Robert, do you think it would be a good thing for everyone if this Tatar escaped before the court officially opened?" ”

"Escape?" Qiu Fatzi shrugged and said, "I see, George, I'll visit him on Dover Street." But what if the Tatar refuses to go? ”

"Won't go?" One sentence made Duke Churchill frown, and only after a while did he sigh lightly, "Refusing to leave can only explain two things...... Either he has the chance to win, waiting to see the Royal Medical Society's appearance! Or he's just a nerd...... If the latter doesn't have to worry, if it's the former, I'd really like to meet him......"