Chapter Eleven: The Doctor with a Gun Seeks Collection and Recommendation

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  "Just a little, eh? Too good!" Frank Hahn slapped Juzi's shoulder with his dirty hand and laughed loudly: "I knew you Tartars are more adaptable to filthy environments! Because you don't like cleanliness like us white gentlemen. Ha ha, if it were any licensed white doctor, I guarantee they wouldn't last six months before escaping from this filthy hospital. This time Mrs. Dulan's little rascal has helped me a lot, Tartar, from now on you'll work well under my command, Frank won't treat you unfairly." He suddenly thought of something and asked: "By the way, Jason, do you have a gun?"

  "A gun?" Zhu Jishi was taken aback and thought to himself: "I'm a doctor, not a bank robber, what do I need a gun for?"

  "A handgun, you need a handgun, or I wouldn't guarantee your safety commuting to and from work." Frank Hahn sized up Zhu Jishi, "Although you look like a sturdy big guy, it's still possible for you to be robbed, or even endangered, after all, the surrounding area of Oumen Hospital is a damn worker district."

  Is London's security so poor? Zhu Jishi asked inexplicably: "Doesn't London have police?"

  "Police? Uh, they probably send someone to the workers' district every six or eight years. If you encounter a robber in some workers' district, it's better to rely on a handgun for self-defense. If you don't have one, I have an old gun that I can lend you for now. By the way, do you know how to use a gun?"

  Zhu Jishi shook his head, with a look of inexplicable astonishment. The last shift actually had to bring guns, and the London police uncle didn't care about the security of the worker district, was this really Britain?

  While speaking, Frank Hahn handed an antique revolver to Zhu Jishi and smiled: "This gun has been with me for some years, but it's still usable. You'll also need a sword cane, after all, the pistol can only fire once, and then you'll have to rely on the sword to protect yourself. That kind of sword cane is sold in every store that sells canes, priced at around 2 pounds."

  Going to work not only with a gun, but also with a sword, sounds fresh... Is he a doctor in the UK or a samurai in Japan? Is Dr. Hahn's brain okay? Zhu Jisheng muttered to himself.

  "Don't believe me? Just look at you, you're a foreigner who's just arrived in London." Dr. Hahn chuckled and took out gunpowder, lead bullets, and another pistol from a cabinet to demonstrate how to load the gun to Zhu Jishi. "This London is actually composed of two worlds, one for the rich and one for the poor. The former has about 200,000 to 300,000 people living in safe and elegant communities with good law and order - if commercial fraud isn't considered a crime. The latter has over 2 million, huddled together like rats in several dirty, smelly worker districts filled with criminals and beggars, and our hospital just happens to be located in such a place. London police don't care about the security of the worker districts, so every gentleman working in the worker districts will arm themselves, which is completely necessary and legal, and even if you kill a few social scum in self-defense, it won't cause any trouble."

  Really? Zhou Jishi was very skeptical about this in his heart, after all, he was a yellow race... But he still learned to use a handgun quickly under the guidance of Dr. Hahn. Then Dr. Hahn told him again: "Also prepare some change and put it in your pocket, just over ten will do. If there are many robbers, I suggest you give them some money, but if you encounter beggars, don't give them money."

  "Wanting a meal?" Zhusi hadn't really noticed that there was such a person on the streets of London.

  "There are many beggars in the workers' district, but there aren't any in the upscale neighborhoods where the police chase them away." Hahn frowned slightly. "Jeson, you know that the economy hasn't been doing well lately? All the factories have been laying off workers and it's hard to find a job, so there are more people begging for food. If you give one of them some money, all the beggars on the street will come asking you for money too, it's really troublesome!"

  "Also," Frank Hahn suddenly winked at Zhu Jishi, revealing a strange smile, "there's also a small suggestion. Now on every street in the worker districts, there are many girls and young women who have applied cheap lipstick, they're all temporary prostitutes. If it weren't for their families being unable to make ends meet, they wouldn't be standing on the streets. If you have such needs, you can take care of their business, just give them a shilling each time."

  Visit prostitutes? Zhu Jishi slightly shook his head. He was a good boy from over 100 years later China, and had never engaged in such immoral behavior...

  Seeing Zhu Jishi shake his head, Haren's smile became even more bizarre, "Jason, do you like... men!? If so, it would be hard to find on the streets, have to go to a brothel, there are some famous ones like Mrs. Mary Wilson's brothel, and Mrs. Warren's also has male prostitutes..."

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  Although he thought Frank Hahn's words were unreliable, Zhu Jishi still walked home with a pistol loaded with bullets on the first day after getting off work from Oumen Hospital.

  He also couldn't bear to take a cab that charged one shilling per mile, which was really too expensive! On the way to the interview at Omen Hospital in the morning, Mrs. Dulan introduced Zhu Jishi to the current income situation of the British working class. A casual laborer could only earn 2-3 pence per day, and an ordinary worker's daily income was 4-6 pence. However, a skilled worker's salary was much higher, almost reaching middle-class standards... An old shilling (not the new shilling in later times) was equivalent to twelve pence, which means that a casual laborer's income for four to six days could only afford to take a cab for one mile! I don't know if it's because cabs are too expensive or British workers' wages are too low?

  As he was walking through a foul-smelling street filled with garbage and excrement, Zhuo Jisheng really ran into an English beggar - an old man covered in dirt and wrinkles, looking very ill and truly pitiful.

  "Sir, spare some change, give me a penny."

  Chu Jishi looked around nervously, but didn't see any other beggars, only a few girls with red rouge on their cheeks standing barefoot on the dirty road. He hastily took out a shilling and threw it to him - his pocket was empty of pennies.

  "Thank you, thank you so much..." The old man picked up the coin and repeatedly said thank you before running quickly to a small shop on the side of the street. Zhu Jishi saw that outside the shop was written in English "Opium for Sale".

  This old thing is actually a big smoker? Does Britain also have big smokers?

  Zhu Jishi's mind was in a state of confusion, and he quickly looked around to see that the women walking towards him were indeed blonde-haired and blue-eyed foreigners, only then did he confirm that he hadn't traveled back to the Qing dynasty again.

  "Sir, my service is very good..."

  "Sir, I will make you very happy!"

  "Come on, sir..."

  But before he could come to his senses, those street-walking British prostitutes had already almost surrounded Zhu Jishi on all sides. At this point, although he hadn't yet encountered the legendary fierce robbers, Zhu Jishi completely believed Dr. Hahn's warnings... This Britain was really completely different from what he had imagined!