This time Alphonse returned to Paris. Firstly, he accepted Edward's invitation, and secondly, he also had his own ideas. Kawei accounted for part of it, and the rest was his desire to rediscover his original intention of writing in Paris.
The conservative environment in Vienna does not provide the soil for novel stories to be nurtured. Looking back on so many years of writing experience, it was most vivid when it was serialized in the "Echo Paris".
So this time he left the restaurants in Vienna and returned to the city, embracing the free and lazy life here.
Laura's story is similar to that of those girls who went astray, not very exciting, but this girl made Alphonse feel more at home. And it is not difficult to see from the tone and demeanor during the statement that she still made some reservations.
What Alphonse couldn't understand was that a girl with such an appearance could use her body to carve out a world in other places, and there was no need to be trapped in this neighborhood and suffer.
They even have to receive lame customers for money.
When a person concentrates, the brain will selectively delete unnecessary images in front of him, allowing the person to focus more. Alphonse was completely focused on the story he recorded. He could only see Laura's back when she left, and did not look directly at the shadow of the "lame guest".
So he missed the most important information since returning to Paris - Li Ben.
But for Li Ben, who also wanted to come to Paris to enjoy a leisurely life, the experience just now was definitely the darkest half hour in his entire life. First, he met Mick by chance on the street, and then met Alphonse in a pub.
Two mortal enemies unexpectedly appeared here at the same time.
Why are they here?
Are you here to find me? Or did you meet him by chance? But is it really such a coincidence?
Mick... Mick can just stay away, he will definitely go back to Austria, but what about the fat chef? He is a serious Frenchman, maybe he will really stay here forever. If this is really the case, I have to... But what will Laura do?
Leave her behind?
No, we can't! I won't let anyone else touch her again!
!
what to do? What to do? ? ?
...Wait a minute, it's been so long since the incident in the restaurant. The way he looked at me just now didn't realize it was me, so he probably forgot about it. Haha, what am I worried about? Who can hold a grudge for so long now? It must be fine...
"Mr. Li Ben, what's wrong with you?" Laura followed him, "You look so ugly, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Oh, no, it's nothing." Li Ben raised his hand to wipe off the water droplets hanging on his face. He didn't know whether it was rain or sweat. "The police and military police went to the hotel to check just now. I was shocked. Fortunately,' The lady handled it well, they left quickly, and there should be no further incidents tonight."
"So you were worried about this." Laura smiled and patted his shoulder and said, "'Mrs.' has been dealing with them for many years, and everything will be fine."
"Um......"
"It's just a little strange. I just came here to check two months ago. Why did it come again so soon this time?"
Laura's question was also Li Ben's question, and what he saw was not only the police and military police, but also Mick, whose sense of smell was better than that of a dog. The most important thing is that the time happened to be stuck after he secretly sent the piece of paper to Kawei.
By chance?
At the beginning of the year, he might still believe in the word "coincidence" frequently, but since he was drawn into working under Mick, most coincidences are no longer coincidences in the traditional sense. As long as you look carefully, you can always find the reason behind it.
No, now is not the time to think about this!
Mick, the dog, has been here, and the territory has been marked by him. He can no longer stay in this place.
"Laura, come to my place." Li Ben suddenly said, "It's much more comfortable than a small hotel."
"Okay." Laura didn't understand what he meant. She just thought "go" meant "go tonight." "Is it far from here? If it's far, go get something to eat. I'm hungry."
Li Ben didn't dare to stay here longer: "It's not far, not too far. You don't need to take a carriage. It only takes ten minutes to walk. The hotel has food made by its own chef, which is quite delicious."
"Okay then." Laura just regarded him as a kind and gentle guest, and had no other ideas. "By the way, have you met the doctor friend you said you were looking for this morning?"
"Um, I saw you." Li Ben led her to the street, "But I have been very busy recently, and I'm afraid it will be a few days. But it's good. The operation requires preparation time, so you can rest during this time. have a rest."
"Is he really that amazing?" Laura still didn't believe it, pressing her hand on her chest, she asked, "Can he really make it reappear?"
"Really, I've seen it with my own eyes!" Li Ben told the story about Justina again, "Countesses in France even went to Vienna to see him for surgery. The surgery was very successful, you can rest assured."
"If this is the case, I won't be able to rest. The surgery will definitely cost a lot of money."
"No, no! He's just here for a tour this time. I'm still his friend, so there's no need to spend money." Li Ben was anxious and said whatever he thought of, completely forgetting the real purpose of coming to Paris. "Even if it does cost money, , I have it, I can help you pay for it!”
...
Mick, who had just retreated from Drouot Street, did not see Li Ben. The shadows of those female cockroaches were still floating in front of his eyes.
Tonight's farce gave him a new understanding of the situation in Paris. Kavi's situation may not be as simple as he thought before coming here. Mick doesn't like Kavi, but Franz's order is absolute.
He didn't like Kawei who showed up everywhere, but he still had to do his best to ensure Kawei's safety. He also didn't like the queen who often traveled far away for her own business, but she still had to make preparations for Yin Lisabai's next visit.
Although it only takes a few more days for everyone to be available, and the work will be much easier by then. But if some uncertain factors can be eliminated now, it will not only be a great achievement, but also establish some prestige in front of the future queen, making the security work smoother.
You have to think about it carefully and put yourself in the enemy's shoes. Why did you give this note to Kavi?
Is it to meet Kawei himself?
Or is it simply to let Kawi go to that place?
Why did a lot of police come when no one showed up at a specific time? Who called those police?
If it was that guy, why did he call the police? Is it for Kawi, or for me, we...
For such a young surgeon who travels among celebrities, it is inevitable that he will become the target of some people with evil intentions. The note might be a trap to lure him into the past. As long as he is caught by the police, the explosive news will spread wildly among newspapers in Paris.
It is also possible that the other party has some ulterior secrets with Kawei and is trying to gain some illegitimate benefits by relying on the note.
Or maybe this kid has some enemies in Paris, and he just took the opportunity to ask me to help...
The more Mick thought about it, the more confused his mind became. There were so many possibilities. Even Kawei's directing and acting, which he had once thought was impossible, was not impossible.
"Where's that guy?"
Mick took people back to the hotel, wanting to meet with Kawei to explain things clearly, but what was waiting for him was the news that he was not in the room: "At seven o'clock in the evening, when you just set off, he was picked up. "
"Picked him up? Where did he go?"
"It seems to be a cocktail party." The young man looking at the hotel saw that he was nervous and quickly explained, "Don't worry, the team staying behind will also follow."
...
Kawei's entire life consists of simple work, study, and quietly reading books and literature alone. Maybe he occasionally adds some personal hobbies, but socializing outside of working hours can only be considered a last resort.
There are many types of modern entertainment, doctors have a heavy workload, and there are various online communication tools. Face-to-face social interaction has become a luxury product, which just caters to Kawei's life attitude.
But there was no such advantage in the 19th century. The profession of doctor itself was a gathering place for aristocrats. They were connected to the royal family and major celebrities. They also had enough time to expand their network of contacts after get off work.
It's hard for a guy like Kawei who doesn't like to interact with others to get along.
Moreover, once the workload decreases, this sociable society will force him to move forward. This was the case for the dance this time. Edward came to the door in person and he was new here. It would be a bit unkind not to follow him.
The ball is held at the Montmartre Garden (founded in 1802, located on Boulevard Rochechuart in the Montmartre neighborhood).
It was the last carnival day before Ramadan at the end of the year, and it was also the Catholic feast day of Saint Martin. When night fell, the crowd rushed into the brightly lit aisle of the ball hall like a river pouring into a floodgate.
The bands on both sides began to stir up a storm, and the sound of musical instruments spread throughout the neighborhood, from the streets to deep houses, repeatedly stimulating people's nerves.
Music seems to have incomparable magic power, and it quickly awakens many people's inner desire to jump and have fun.
In normal times, guests from all walks of life are received here, and the performances are all debauched and even some vulgar entertainment. But today the Montmartre park was reserved, and the only people who could get in were ordinary entrepreneurs who had established a foothold in the business world.
Because an admission ticket costs 300 francs.
It can be seen from the location selection that today is not a particularly serious dance. Their real purpose is to use the arrival of Kawi and the dance mask to twist their bodies.
"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment. I need to introduce to you tonight's protagonist!" Edward smiled and brought Kavila forward. "Everyone should have read the newspaper. The greatest and youngest genius surgeon in Austria. Mr. Carvey Hines."
"Mr. Edward is overly praised." Kawei was a little embarrassed and quickly lowered his attitude. "I am still studying with many famous surgical experts. This visit to Paris will be a good experience."
"I heard that Dr. Kawei's surgery has started?"
"That's right, I made two of them this morning." Kawei replied, "It went pretty well."
"By the way, Dr. Kawei, why didn't you go to the rectal cancer resection performed by Professor Cediyo this afternoon?"
Kawei had already thought of a way to deal with it, so that he could remove himself without embarrassing Sedieu: "Professor Sedieu originally wanted me to study in Taiwan, but after considering several surgical options, he decided I still chose the difficult sacrococcygeal approach. That was considered a blind spot in my knowledge, so I voluntarily quit."
The reason is completely different from what Cediyo said, but it can invisibly improve Cediyo's image. At the same time, he also attributed the failure of the operation to the operation itself and Sedillo's risk-taking, rather than his temporary withdrawal.
"Dr. Kawei means that if you participate in the operation, it will only fail more completely?"
The questions began to become more and more pointed. Edward was vaguely aware that there were many reporters in the crowd. He was about to interrupt but was stopped by Kawei: "Every surgeon has his or her own specialties in surgery. I'm here to demonstrate on the tour." It was a cesarean section, not a rectal cancer removal which I had not tried much.”
Only Edward in the audience knew how restrained this speech was.
Because any Austrian who has gone to see the Vienna Square operation will remember that Kawei had removed a section of the rectum for Fernand. In addition, Kawei was involved in far more types of surgeries than any other surgeon, but he still chose cesarean section, which had the most operations and a more guaranteed success rate.
For Paris, where there are almost no successful cases of cesarean section, such an operation is enough to suppress everyone's mouth.
Edward did not go to help speak, but followed Kawei's intention and pointed to the director of the obstetrics department of Sabot Hospital who also came to the party: "Professor Richman, you also heard about the epoch-making cesarean section!"
Richman is much younger than Hugill, probably in his early 40s. He is wearing a blue dress and half a black mask on his face.
Faced with the sudden topic, I had to find someone to use as a shield: "Isn't Dr. Kawei performing at the Main Palace Hospital? Professor Hugill can provide patients first. If the operation is successful, Sabotea Hospital will also follow up."
"The operation has been confirmed for a girl with pelvic stenosis, tomorrow afternoon."
"Oh? Then I will definitely go and support you."
The appearance of Kawei was like a hard and heavy stone, which Edward threw into the pond of the Parisian medical community. It stirred up the originally calm water surface and caused splashing, and also brought the mud that sank to the bottom of the pond with it. Turned out.
The stone is not easy to be used as, and it is easy to become the target of attacks, but there is still a young man at the scene who wants to use it as such a stone.
It's just that his stone is neither heavy nor hard, and its edges have been smoothed away in the past few years. Before breaking out more than a decade later, he could only find inspiration in vulgar places like this from time to time.
"Dr. Carvey, I really can't believe that a surgeon who can perform surgery at the Palais-Dieu Hospital in Paris can be so young."
Kawei didn't know him, but for Edward, who loved opera, the man in front of him was too familiar: "Mr. Bizet, this is so humorous coming from your mouth. I still remember clearly that you were in Austria. Sembach was only 18 years old when he won first prize in the operetta competition."
Bizet sighed: "That's all in the past."
