Chapter 7: Even if you transcend, don't be too proud and seek after fame and wealth

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  Under the gaze of adoration from the countess and the envious eyes of Dr. Bluntschli, Zuo Ziyu felt a slight sense of pride. He suddenly realized that if he could turn even one-tenth of his medical knowledge and chemical and biological expertise into wealth, earning back the silver that the Qing dynasty had paid out in the Opium Wars would be child's play.

  However, he also knew that the process of turning knowledge into wealth was quite long-winded. Before the imagined wealth fell into his hands, he couldn't rely on drinking northwest wind to pass the days. At present, the most urgent and crucial thing is to find a way to solve his survival problem in 19th century Britain, and then consider getting rich...

  As he thought of this, Zhu Jishi's eyebrows gradually furrowed, and his pleading gaze lightly swept over the countess and Dr. Bluntschli.

  "What's wrong? Dr. Jason, have you encountered some trouble in the UK?" Lady Isabelle Durnov was indeed perceptive and knew that Zhu Jishi was seeking help from the look in his eyes.

  "There's a bit of trouble," Zhu Jishi's eyebrows were already furrowed, "I had a bit of trouble on my way to Oxford. I was robbed and lost all my luggage, passport, and academic certificates, so now I won't be able to get a medical license in the UK."

  "Passport? Diploma?" Dr. Blomshield hesitated for a moment, thinking before answering: "The passport can be lost and reissued in London, but as for the diploma... well, to get a medical license in England, you don't need to show your diploma because it's easy to forge, there are plenty of people selling fake certificates in the working-class districts of London, any certificate can be forged for a few pounds. However, getting a medical license requires passing an exam by the Medical Association, although the exam is difficult, but I think it shouldn't be a problem for you."

  Going to London for a passport! ? Zhu Jishi really didn't know what the passport system was like in Europe in 1842. In fact, there was no concept of illegal immigration at that time, because even the laboring people of the most powerful European powers were living in dire straits. Otherwise, how would the specter of GCism have emerged in Europe? So there weren't any foreign poor people trying to sneak into Britain, which was also in dire straits; the poor people who couldn't make a go of it in Europe (including British poor people) all yearned for the New World.

  In addition, the concept of a passport in 1842 was actually that of a "safe conduct", not a travel document issued by a government to its own citizens, but rather one issued by local ruling powers to foreign travelers. However, management was very lax, with no immigration officials patrolling the streets checking passports, and foreigners entering European port cities such as London did not need a passport at all.

  "Is that so? That's great." Zhu Jishi took another sip of red wine and looked at Countess Isabelle, "Also, I lost my wallet. Can I advance the medical expenses for Mr. Churchill's treatment?"

  "Your fee? I'll advance you thirty pounds on account of Robert; I'm sure he will pay more than that."

  Only 30 pounds? This woman is really stingy! Zhu Jishi thanked her repeatedly on the surface, but secretly cursed her in his heart. In fact, he only later found out that 30 pounds in 1842 was not a small amount of money at all, and it was enough for him to live comfortably in London for a whole year! Because he didn't know that he already had enough money to live for a year, Zhu Jishi continued to thicken his skin and asked the Countess and Dr. Blomfield for help with housing and work problems.

  "Is it okay as long as it's a doctor's job?"

  Isabelle was indeed the noble person that Zhu Jishi met after crossing over. First, she agreed to let Zhu Jishi temporarily stay in her sister's flat in London, and then she also agreed to help him arrange a job as a doctor at a "charity hospital", although the weekly salary seemed a bit low, only 2-3 pounds...

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  When dinner was over, the sky outside had completely darkened. Zhu Jishi first went to observe his patient, Qiu Pangzi, who was sleeping soundly and showed no signs of fever. It had to be said that Zhu Jishi's luck wasn't bad; the first patient he encountered in this time and space was a robust fellow who could withstand some turmoil.

  He left the house again and went to the lawn outside, looking up at the starry sky above. When he was studying at Mannheim Medical College, he would often look up at the stars on the lawn in the campus with Yeyiren, talking about their ideals for life - but it seemed that the two people's ideals were not quite the same. Zhu Jisheng's ideal was to work in a large hospital in a big city after getting his master's degree, and best of all, marry a wife who didn't need him to buy a house (like Yeyiren). And Yeyiren always loved to fantasize about crossing over, rebirth and so on.

  But reality and ideals always have a gap, sometimes it's huge, just like now, Zhu Jishi crossed over, while Ye Yiren is probably destined to work in a big hospital in the city for the rest of her life, hopefully she can find another man who loves her as deeply as herself.

  The first night after crossing, of course, should not have drowsiness, Zhu Jishi is no exception, he is now in high spirits, and does not think about going to sleep in the guest room arranged by the Countess for him, so he simply strolled around, taking a look at the 19th century British countryside scenery.

  The air is as cool as water, refreshing the heart and lungs. There are emerald green grasses that reach halfway up to Zhu's calf in the night breeze, swaying gently. The moonlight and starlight seem to be sprinkled on the tips of the grass leaves, shimmering with the wind, like a sheet of water made up of countless pearls, lively and bright.

  After a while, Zhu Jishi, who was slightly tired, lay down on the grass, stretched out his limbs, and felt the warm night wind gently caressing his body. His entire body seemed to merge with the grass beneath him, stretching far away towards the horizon.

  Zhu Jishi became intoxicated with this peaceful and serene night scene, his disturbed mind suddenly becoming calm, temporarily forgetting the confusion and worries about the future.

  Suddenly, a soft and beautiful voice sounded in his ear, "Tartar, can't sleep? Missing your hometown on the grassland?"

  Zhū Jì Shì sat up, turned his head and looked around, only to find that the lady of the house, Countess Isabelle, had somehow appeared beside him. He fell silent for a moment, then nodded, "I won't be able to go back... I'll never be able to go back..."

  The countess did not speak, but gently brushed a strand of hair from Zhu Ze's forehead with her slender hand. In her mind, she was guessing Zhu Ze's true identity, and the unique temperament he showed made her feel that he must be a Tartar with a story to tell. Perhaps a noble Tartar prince, who in his youth had escaped to Western Europe under the protection of loyal servants to avoid persecution by the evil Russian authorities (the Bonapartists certainly did not have good feelings towards Russia)...

  It's not that the Countess is particularly gossipy, it's just that in this era of Western Europe, there seem to be all sorts of refugees everywhere. The Countess herself can also be counted as one of them. Her title of Countess, which she inherited from her ex-husband, only became valid after the restoration of the Bonaparte dynasty, so she can also be considered a refugee from Britain who is a Bonapartist!

  In addition, there were also many exiles from the German Confederation in Britain who formed a secret organization called the "League of Justices" (later the GCism Alliance, all revolutionary predecessors!). And as for the exiles from Russia, they were numerous in Britain and Western Europe. Perhaps this handsome Tartar prince (women love to fantasize, especially French women) was one of them?

  "Why don't I accompany you to London tomorrow?" The countess suddenly smiled at Zhū Jì Shì.

  "Come with me to London?" Zhu Jishi was taken aback, thinking that this French woman was quite enthusiastic. This was also good, as he knew nothing about 1842 London and having a guide would prevent him from getting lost.