Port Angeles, Pink Mary.

It's a sailor's paradise, it's a cheap gold cave, and it's the only night recreation in the entire marina.

But it was still far from dark, and the sun was still hanging high in the sky.

Pink Mary already had a high-pitched voice coming from inside.

"Oh, Dr. Potter, you're amazing!"

"Oh, Doctor Potter, you're a man of men!"

"Oh, Dr. Potter, you're more of a man than those sailors!"

The sound lasted for more than two minutes and fifty seconds, and then abruptly stopped.

After a few more minutes, Potter walked out of Pink Mary radiantly.

In the room, the beds were messy.

A fat woman was dressed and counted the 20 cents she had just arrived.

Counting, she couldn't help but sigh.

The guy who claimed to be a military doctor was actually a down-and-out vagabond, except for a shorter time, but he was indeed a good man.

He said that when he resumed his status as a doctor, he would marry him and go home.

Suzanne thought it would be good to hear it.

Let's not talk about whether this guy is sincere or not, but just saying that he has the identity of a homeless man who has not been able to eat, he is not a suitable marriage partner.

Regardless, compared to the rude sailors, this Potter "doctor" was a good customer.

At least not those disgusting fetishes.

After all, if it weren't for Henry Moore's unscrupulous abandonment, she would have been an upper-class wife by now, right?

The fat woman couldn't help but think back to her days in the Prash mines, and Henry Moore's despair when she left Prash.

……

Potter walked down the street of the docks and felt like the whole world was so bright.

Ever since I came into contact with the Chinese medicine hall called Bao Zhi Tang, my whole life has changed.

Thanks to praise God, and by the way, praise the old man of the Xiong family!

That little blue pill gave me my first taste of the joy of being a man!

Although he couldn't afford a pill for $15 a pill at all, the old divine doctor of Xiongfeng Mountain was merciful.

He allowed himself to trade his shallow knowledge for this magical Xiong clan old recipe!

Today, the down-and-out doctor named Porter Tim is a temporary worker at Bao Chi Tang, teaching certain surgical and anatomy courses.

It must be admitted that even in this era, Western medicine was already relatively advanced in terms of anatomy.

However, the concept of sterility that has not yet been established, and some overly radical techniques, make this anatomical knowledge not translate into good techniques for treating patients, but often into murderous techniques to torture patients.

In the West, the status of surgeons is very high.

They would collect tickets in their own private castles or even theaters and perform surgeries for their audiences.

Doctors who bleed less and suffer less for their patients will reap the rewards of fame and medical expenses.

The more the bleeding, the more painful the patient's screams, and even the doctors who kill the patient on the spot on the operating table every once in a while will receive cheers and ticket money.

In short, there is never a shortage of patients in the world, and doctors will make sure they make money no matter what.

Great prestige and interest led to the invention of various radical surgeries.

The doctor's operating table almost turned into a torture table in the Inquisition.

Even after the Second World War, there were such cruel anti-human surgeries as prefrontal lobotomy that were highly regarded.

So much so that Dr. Moniz, the inventor of surgery, was awarded the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1949.

So the Nobel Prize became a joke not because of the Peace Prize.

Of course, these bad reputations do not change the fact that Western surgeons are proficient in human anatomy and skilled in surgery.

Human anatomy and surgery are not something that can be learned with a copy of "The Barefoot Doctor 1963 Edition" alone.

In this war-torn era, surgery must be developed.

Anatomy is an indispensable pre-technology.

Therefore, under Zhu Fugui's instructions, the respected Xinglin senior, the old doctor of Xiongfengshan, came forward and exchanged the precious blue pill of the old prescription of the Xiong clan for the knowledge in Potter's mind.

Zhu Fugui asked the Household Health Commission to search for several Chinese workers and Yin people who had a background in killing pigs, and received training from Porter.

Of course, the specific operation must go through strict zoological experiments and be personally approved by His Majesty the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Although Zhu Fugui is not a doctor, he can at least verify through the Internet which surgeries are reliable and which are unreliable.

As for whether it will stifle some genius ideas, it can only be said that compared with the knowledge after 160 years, Zhu Fugui feels that the possibility of direct innovation and breakthrough in the short term is really very small.

In short, Potter is no longer looking for work on the docks, and will teach in the back hall of Bao Chi Hall every day.

"Muddy throats!"

Along the way, Potter meets several Chinese people.

They are also the beneficiaries of Bao Zhi Tang's miracle medicine.

Potter did not pretend to be a doctor teacher, because Zhu Fugui had asked Old Eunuch Li to show a small operation of "maxillofacial vegetation resection" in front of him.

Old Eunuch Li's skillful knife work, steady, accurate, and ruthless movements all suppressed Potter.

Nowadays, in Potter's cognition, the miraculous Chinese medicine not only has a variety of miracle recipes, but also has a very high level of surgery, at least not under Western medicine.

It's just that the family heirloom knife worker of Eunuch Li can only cut things on the surface of the human body, and let him probe the abdomen, even if it is to cut an appendix, it is all black in both eyes.

But Potter wasn't clear about that.

He only felt that he was a dispensable person.

For the past month, he has worked hard to teach his knowledge of anatomy from his modest medical experience.

One blue pill every three days, 10 cents a day, this is really a good job!

"Huh?"

Just as Potter arrived at the door of the Treasure Chi Hall, he suddenly noticed two new steam cars parked in front of the medical hall.

Workers are carrying supplies from the back of the steam locomotive.

Porter knew the two cars, which were the cars of the Docks Post Office.

In this era, the postal system was a powerful department, and even had its own armed forces and railway lines.

They were the only ones who could have the luxury of deploying two steam locomotives in such a remote location.

"Mr. Postmaster, may I ask what you are doing here?" Potter asked curiously.

"Oh, isn't this Mr. Porter Tim, the 'Dock Doctor'?"

The postal officer said with a smile, "This is the material sent from Colombia to the Prashi mine, and Mr. Joseph from the mine said that it can be temporarily stacked in this Chinese medical hall first." You know, the Prash guys have always been close to these yellow-skinned monkeys. ”

"Allow me to correct it, Mr. Postmaster."

Looking around, many Chinese people passed by.

Potter wasn't sure if any of them could understand English.

Although not entirely sincere, for the sake of that little pill, Porter must also immediately take a stand, "The Chinese are an advanced and civilized race, different from other colored people. ”

After saying this, Potter quickly brought the topic over: "As far as I know, Prash Mining only replenishes indentured workers here, I haven't heard that they have any business with Canadians, right?" ”

"It seems to be a quilt business, I don't know."

"Anyway," said the postman, "I wouldn't have brought them cotton if the fellows from the Morris Mills hadn't fed them." ”

"Cotton?"

"That's right, it's all high-quality cotton from Virginia, and there was originally watermelon, but unfortunately it was all rotten on the way, and my brothers and I had to reluctantly eat it all. I really don't know when those southerners became so generous! ”

"By the way, Potter, haven't you always claimed to be a skilled medic? I've heard that the Virginians are offering a bounty for doctors, and I think it's like £2,000, plus the rank of lieutenant colonel! ”