Chapter 29 Must be very interesting up there

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  "Please have the plaintiff's lawyer and defendant's lawyer come forward."

  Judge James Abbott dismissed the irrelevant Zhu Jishi from the witness stand and then asked several other witnesses to testify, all of whom were "professional technical personnel" provided by the plaintiff, namely doctors, to prove that Zhu Jishi's views were completely nonsense and had no academic value.

  I hope so! The judge sighed inwardly, furrowed his brow and had the lawyers for both the prosecution and defense come forward to speak. This was a common practice in British courts, where the lawyers would negotiate, and if the defendant was willing to surrender, they could lose half of what was at stake.

  "Jason, isn't there going to be a settlement?" Andrew Jones asked in a low voice as Zhu Jishi had just stepped down from the witness stand. In civil cases, there was still a chance for an out-of-court settlement if Zhu Jishi was willing to issue an apology and immediately leave Britain; it was still possible that the Royal Medical Society would withdraw its lawsuit.

  "No reconciliation!" Zhu Jishi said with a confident tone, "The truth is on my side!"

  "But the evidence is on their side!" Andrew Jones gritted his teeth and said.

  At the same time, Lord Haw-Haw and Sir Reginald were also whispering with several other King's Counsels.

  "Two gentlemen, what did that Chinese man mean by 'dyeing method and cultivation method'? Is there such a thing?"

  "Yes, if it's true, it would be best to withdraw the lawsuit now. Otherwise, even if we win, it will still be a big loss of face."

  Sir Lister's face was gloomy, and he was naturally uneasy in his heart. He knew that the surgical disinfection method proposed by Zhu Jisheng was likely to be correct, because he had personally investigated it at the Eumen Hospital, where there had been no cases of puerperal fever for several months! This absolutely cannot be explained by coincidence...

  "The question now is whether we can win?" said Lord Haw-Haw, gritting his teeth. He was 76 years old this year, and it had been over 50 years since he studied medicine, which was in the late 1780s. At that time, Western medicine was even more backward than it is today. Internal medicine consisted of feeding patients tomato sauce, drinking petroleum, and drinking sulfuric acid, while surgery involved knocking the patient unconscious with a stick, followed by bloodletting, amputating hands and feet, basically similar to the work of a butcher. As for bacteria and viruses, not only had they never seen them, but they hadn't even thought about their existence, let alone believed in it.

  "This case will certainly be won." One of the imperial prosecutors replied.

  "After winning, can we initiate criminal proceedings?" He Bo asked in a low voice.

  "The... " The big man nodded and frowned: "Although it's not a final trial, as long as the London Police Department is willing, a criminal investigation can still be conducted. However..."

  Although he didn't say it, Lord He also knew that Zhu Jishi's words were hateful to some people, but from a legal perspective, they were nothing. Even if the London Police Department was willing to file a case and investigate, it would likely be dismissed. To know that at this time, the Chartists are making a revolution, which British police uncle has the energy to care about a libel case? Even if they had the energy to care, what could they do with Zhu Jishi? At most, he would be fined and expelled from Britain.

  "I won't withdraw the lawsuit, as long as a criminal investigation can be initiated!" Lord He said with an iron face. He still has several acquaintances in the London Police Department, and when the time comes, he will put Zhu Jishi in jail for a good trial, and maybe he can investigate some more serious crimes.

  "Suppose what he says is true..." Sir Ridley said with some concern, "Shall we request a postponement?"

  "It's not necessary!" He Bo said: "In medical terms, how can it be so easy to distinguish between right and wrong?"

  What he said is not wrong, because medicine, especially clinical medicine, is different from other scientific projects. In theory, it cannot be experimented on the human body. So at this time, clinical medicine is not based on experimental foundation, but on the imagination of experienced doctors! In this way, any problem in medicine can't be figured out in one or two days, even if Zhu Jishi said the truth, it will take many years for most doctors to recognize it.

  In fact, Semmelweis, who had proposed the same view in history, was not recognized for the great medical value of his views until his death in 1865! Because in that year, Pasteur, the greatest scientist in French history, discovered the silkworm disease bacteria, confirming the correctness of the bacterial pathogenesis theory.

  "Your Honor, the plaintiff refuses to settle."

  "Your Honor, the defendant also refuses to settle."

  Judge James Abbott sighed inwardly, what kind of lawsuit was this? It was clearly a matter of pride! You should be dueling with pistols, not coming to him for judgment!

  "Rise!"

  The moment of sentencing had arrived, and everyone in the courtroom stood up, ready to hear the verdict. The result was naturally already within everyone's expectations. But it can't be said that way, because there were still unexpected things - Zhu Dajiang, a great doctor, shamelessly opened his golden finger, taking credit for the discoveries and inventions of Pasteur and Hans Gram, and even published them decades in advance in several British radical newspapers and several regular French and German newspapers.

  ……

  Scotland Yard, London.

  "Gentlemen, you see these purple ones are the bacteria that Dr. Zhu was talking about." A young man in a police uniform with a white lab coat over it stood in the office of the Metropolitan Police Department in London, explaining to Sir Stevenson, who was personally observing through a microscope.

  "What kind of bacteria is this?" Sir Stevenson asked with some curiosity. As it turned out, the police chief was still serious and responsible, and after receiving the report from the Royal Medical Society, he did not immediately order the arrest. Well, this is not the Qing Dynasty, and arresting someone actually means inviting Zhu Jishi to Scotland Yard for investigation, accompanied by a lawyer, so basically nothing can be asked. So Sir Stevenson sent a detective to investigate, and the next day the detective brought back a copy of the "North Star News" to the sir, saying that there was key evidence on it - Zhu Jishi had publicly announced the principle of bacterial transmission and the method of observing bacteria. Therefore, the sir called in the police doctor and asked him to conduct an experiment in front of him.

  "It's not clear yet," the police doctor replied, "the sputum used for observation was collected from a prisoner with pulmonary tuberculosis. I think these purple bacteria should be the tubercle bacillus that Dr. Zhu mentioned..."

  "What! Tubercle bacilli...!" Sir Stevenson jumped up, his face terror-stricken, and shouted at the doctor, "Good God, are you trying to murder me? You murderous doctor! How dare you bring such a dangerous thing into my office? Take it away!"

  The young doctor shook his head calmly and said, "Danger? Sir, there is not yet sufficient evidence to prove that those purple spots are the culprit behind tuberculosis, because the Royal Medical Society still believes that TB is naturally occurring rather than..."

  "Take it away! At once!" Stevenson gave the garrulous doctor a withering look. "Am I to die of consumption before Dr. Jewett's point is proved?"

  "Yes, sir." As soon as the doctor said this, he felt something was wrong and hastily changed his words: "Oh no, I didn't mean that." After saying this, he quickly gathered up the microscope on the table and scurried away.

  "Inspector, are you going to continue with the investigation?" The detective beside him stepped forward a few steps and asked in a low voice.

  "What else? The Royal Society's fools have been taken in by this Oriental! He has made monkeys of them, and is the whole London police force to follow suit?" Sir Stevenson said with a scowl.

  "I understand, sir." The detective snapped to attention and turned to leave.

  "Wait."

  Sir Stevenson's voice came again before they reached the door, "Continue surveillance but don't startle the snake."

  "Sir, what do you mean?"

  "The investigation of the libel case will not be pursued, but we must find a way to get to the bottom of this Oriental's background!" Sir Stevenson said coldly. "I think this Oriental has already attracted enough attention, and those above are certainly very interested!"