Two hours later, Berget arrived at Saint-Michel Square and sat in the special seats of the Castle Theater with his friends who were shopping together [1].
In front of me is a new drama about the old aristocrats lashing out at capitalism, lamenting their endless pursuit of money and fame. But what came to his mind were scenes of his father's "dun-dun teachings" in the past.
Although doctors have status and make enough money to support themselves, they still cannot compare with the administrative positions of the House of Lords. Therefore, when Berget was still underage, Krissy asked him to enter the law or philosophy department of Vienna University to prepare for future parliamentary work.
But Berget decisively abandoned politics and became a doctor, choosing to go in the opposite direction.
A few years later, after he completed all his undergraduate studies in medical school, Chrissy continued to be very thoughtful and recommended the internal medicine route when it came to the choice of internal medicine and surgery.
Because internal medicine is the real doctor, not only does it earn a lot of money, but there is also a physician association that only belongs to internal medicine. Surgery, on the other hand, is engaged in the business of cutting skin, cutting flesh, and bleeding blood. It is not only dirty, but also as unnoble as the actors on the stage.
But Berget decisively chose surgery, which was still contrary to his father.
A few years later, after he graduated with a master's degree and a Ph.D., Chrissy helped contact Graz Hospital. There is no need for an internship or a promotion from the lowest-level assistant. As long as he reports after graduation, he can become a surgeon in this hospital.
Bergert, however, didn't take this hospital seriously at all, and shamelessly followed the best surgeon in Austria.
Everyone is a noble with knighthood. Chrissy has no dissatisfaction with Ignatz, and he doesn't care about the "meager" income of the surgeon. What he is really dissatisfied with is this statusless profession and being too close to civilians. Municipal General Hospital.
A social welfare hospital built with funds from churches and philanthropists, it treats almost all the people from the bottom of society, and the working environment is as you can imagine. What's even more troublesome is that he can't talk about this matter. He can't tell others about his famous family, but the first heir of his family does the job of chopping people's hands and legs to clear their urinary tracts.
"I know you will be surprised." Berget looked helplessly at the old noble on the stage, "But there is no way, my father is this kind of person, face is more important."
Sitting next to him and listening to his complaints was a young gentleman of about the same age.
He was tall and tall enough to stand out in a theater surrounded by aristocrats. Not only his restrained and cautious elegance, but more importantly, his outstandingly handsome face. What's more, his right hand can paint the most beautiful portrait oil paintings in Austria, and he is respected by many people even though he comes from a poor family.
"I think as a father, it's understandable."
Berget became a good boy here. After thinking for a moment, he nodded: "Mr. Hans said that I always have an indescribable feeling when I see my father, and I will choose to resist uncontrollably."
"This is a trait that only young people have. It will disappear in a few years. You have to cherish it."
Berget was laughed at by him, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.
At this time, Sarson next to him suddenly poked his head over and asked: "How was Miss Naya last night? Is she as beautiful as the rumors?"
"How should I put it..." Berget hesitated for a while, but chose a more traditional statement, "Isn't it impolite for us to discuss the appearance of a young woman in private like this?"
"What? Do you still want to discuss it openly?"
"Haha, Berget, you are hugging me by the waist and dancing together, how can you still say it seriously?"
"..."
Berget understood the truth, but being around the two bachelors Sarson and Mellen really made it impossible for him to avoid these sensitive topics, so he could only reply perfunctorily: "It's okay, it's pretty good-looking."
"I've been waiting all night, but there's no other way to describe it? Do you understand the pain in our hearts?"
"I'm sorry you two, I'm in a bad mood today and I really don't want to talk about this."
They were both medical graduates who were recruited by Ignatz together. It was a pity that they couldn't go to the prom to see her beauty. Who knew they didn't even make it in time for the surgery. Since Bergt insists on being a gentleman, he can only change the topic: "Let's talk about surgery."
Berget was stunned: "Today I came to watch the opera with Mr. Hans to find inspiration. Why don't you listen to the opera and talk about surgery?"
"Isn't it because of boredom?" Their fathers are both well-known entrepreneurs in Vienna. They have become the villains of this drama inexplicably, and they must feel uncomfortable. "I listened to three acts in a row. The music is monotonous, the lyrics are boring, and the plot is meaningless. What’s interesting is that the actor’s vocal skills are passable.”
"Sarson is absolutely right. The whole play is just about scolding the mining boss, saying that he abuses the labor force and only treats workers as livestock, but he just doesn't come up with some correct solutions. Once or twice is enough. Of course it would be boring if it happened repeatedly, and I’m sure there won’t be another one.” [2]
Berget saw their position and simply changed his reason: "Mr. Hans is here, talking about how he can bear the surgery."
"What? Is there anyone who doesn't like to see surgery these days?" Sarson said with a smile, "In my father's company, the highest ticket price for Mr. Ignaz's surgery was 200 kronor, and he was still in the sixth row. The location with the worst view.”
"Besides, Mr. Hans has also studied anatomy, so he should be fine."
Hans was in a trance while watching the opera, and only then did he react after being mentioned by them: "Me? It's okay with me, you just have a good time chatting."
Berget was forced to have no choice but to briefly recount this unbearable past incident. The focus of the whole thing was still placed on Kavi: "It's that Kavi again. Not only did he pick up a It was a huge bargain, and it even made the headlines in the evening newspaper! Now his status is much higher than ours, and Teacher Ignatz obviously trusts him more."
"Haha, I think in the eyes of the teacher, we don't have the option of trusting him at all." Sarson saw clearly, "otherwise, why would he specifically call that Kawei if you were here? It's not like he didn't care at all. You treat me as an assistant, of course if it were the two of us, we wouldn’t even be ranked."
"Well, after studying hard for so many years, it is so unlucky to meet such a guy when I graduate."
"Kavi...I don't know where the teacher got it from."
Perhaps because of the repeated mention of this name, Hans, who had been listening to the opera carefully just now, suddenly became interested and took advantage of the scene change to ask: "Kavi? Who are you talking about Kavi?"
"Oh, just an assistant."
"What does an assistant do?"
"Just helping to transport patients and move things."
"A handyman? What's there to talk about with a handyman?"
"He is different. His father seems to have opened a surgery clinic in Lombardy." Berget explained. "He said that he has helped there since he was a child, so he has a lot of clinical experience."
Hans's interest reached another level: "He is also a medical student like you?"
"How is that possible? He used to be a tree cutter and never even went to middle school!"
"Hahaha~ So cutting down a tree is about the same as cutting off a leg?" Hans was amused by his own words. "Having never gone to middle school, doesn't it mean he doesn't even know the words? How did he understand your surgical medical records?"
This seemingly careless remark actually made the three of them notice a detail.
Why does Kavi, who has never been to school, know how to read, and it is not ordinary Austrian German, but the Latin commonly used by Ignatz?
Berget was a nobleman, so he had learned Latin since he was a child. Both Sarson and Mellen learned it halfway, and they knew how troublesome it was to learn a new language.
"Maybe his father taught him."
"A barber? Don't say that I despise my job. Twenty years ago, maybe not that long, just ten years ago, even a famous doctor like Mr. Ignatz would have been called that." Sarson Said, "If ether anesthesia hadn't gradually become popular, surgery would never have been able to develop to where it is now."
Berget understood this deeply: "Don't say ten years ago, just yesterday, those physicians called him that behind his back."
"Since he's not his father, where did he learn it?"
"He is only 17 years old..."
...
The new opera did not receive good reviews. He left the show halfway through the performance. Not only did there not be a curtain call after the performance, it even received a lot of boos. But in this embarrassing situation, there was a weak round of applause from the special seats.
The citizens of Vienna have very fickle tastes, and if it were anyone else, no one would be able to cater to them.
But this time, the person standing in the special seat and applauding non-stop was the famous portrait painter who became famous instantly. He was much more famous than the nobles who usually had no achievements. This was not only due to Hans's difficulties in learning painting, but more importantly, he had to be pretty enough.
He was standing there, his soft blond hair curled on his fair forehead. Everything about him looked graceful and graceful, without any pretense. His gentle eyes alone were a caress for every glance he gave to others.
Such a handsome young man spared no effort to encourage the actors, and the ladies, ladies and ladies in the audience immediately followed, and their attitudes changed in just a moment.
As long as they move, those rich kids and gentlemen will naturally follow suit.
The simple following caused the strangest scene since the completion of the Burgtheater, a 10-minute curtain call followed by boos. This forced the actors who had already changed into casual clothes and were about to leave to come back to the stage to return the thank you and salute.
In fact, they knew in their hearts that the focus in the theater was not on themselves at all, but on the young painter named Hans Schriati in the center of the special seats.
If when you see him from a distance, the first thing that comes to mind is those graceful flesh-colored wax figures with exquisite canes displayed in the windows of large fashion stores, then when you look closer, he is the perfect ideal partner in the minds of innocent girls. .
Hans doesn't have a trace of dandyism at all. This temperament is purely natural, as if it grows from his skin.
The three accompanying Begets had long been mentally prepared. Although they were robbed of the limelight, they were willing to do so because Hans's beauty had already transcended gender. Even a simple greeting could be pleasing to the eye.
"So, who told him to stand up?"
"How do I know? You shouldn't be applauding at all for this kind of show."
"I always feel that Mr. Hans's feelings about music are different from ordinary people's. The last time I went to listen to a new musical, it was the same. It was a very outstanding performance, but he sighed after listening to it."
"We all know this, but where's his fake beard?"
"I took it off as soon as I entered the box. I wasn't wearing it at all just now."
"Miscalculation..."
Fortunately, the theater was relatively orderly. After exiting the main hall, the fans made way for a walkway. Hans signed a few names and then took the three of them to the carriage on the roadside. He lowered the curtain and successfully persuaded those people to retreat.
"Mr. Hans, if we go out together again in the future, please be sure to bring your 'beard'. Your light golden beard will do too much damage to them."
Hans apologized with a smile, wiped off a little makeup powder that spilled on his body, and then asked: "So you three, what are the next arrangements? According to Mr. Bergt's request, we should have two hours."
"I'm hungry, let's go get something to eat."
"Any recommendations?"
"Mr. Hans, haven't you had dinner?" Berget also ate, so he didn't want to waste too much time on food. "It's better to go to the circus or the fire show in the square."
Hans smiled: "It doesn't matter. I came out to relax anyway. I have been in the studio for too long."
"How about French food?" Sarson suggested, "The newly opened Roche Shuart restaurant, I heard that the chef once served the French royal family, it is authentic French food!"
"I'm fine." Meren touched his stomach, "I didn't eat anything for dinner, and I'm a little hungry now."
Two agreed and one was neutral. Berget could only nod: "Okay, that's what I said. Of course I listen to you."
The carriage headed west, crossed the Ring Road, and soon arrived at the main entrance of the restaurant.
The restaurant is indeed well decorated and is still open until 11pm with bright lights. But what is puzzling is that the entrance of such a high-end French restaurant is full of people, surrounding the magnificent door.
The four of them stood outside the crowd and looked in, thinking that this was an ordinary street fight and not surprising.
But the further they walked in, the more they felt something was wrong, because not only were pedestrians stopping at the door, there were many other people. Among them were rich people in gorgeous clothes and chefs in white work clothes. Almost everyone in the restaurant was out.
Suddenly there was a loud shout from the crowd: "What are you waiting for? It's just a French guy, beat him up quickly!!!"
Immediately, the audience on the other side was not to be outdone, and shouted repeatedly: "Mr. Alphonse, we are on your side, this guy is the scum of Austria, beat him!!!"
"Yes, hit him!"
"beat him!"
"French guys, get out of Vienna!"
"Austria's scum get out of Vienna!"
