Chapter 2: Wearing England's Jersey

  Collecting and recommending

  A black whirlpool appeared before Zhu Jishi, like a rapidly expanding black hole, spinning and swallowing him in one gulp. Zhu Jishi struggled with all his might, but couldn't escape, his consciousness quickly becoming blurred, gradually losing awareness.

  When Zhu Jishi opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a soft grassland, with warm sunlight sprinkled all over his body, and the air was filled with the fragrance of green grass.

  He lifted his head, and suddenly felt a wave of dizziness, with confusion in his mind. Wasn't he just sitting on the flight to Shanghai with his girlfriend? Why was he lying on the grass? Had the plane crashed?!

  Zhu Jishi suddenly sat up and found that Ye Yiren's backpack was still between his legs, and in the palm of his right hand, he was still pinching a hard stone, which was the jade pendant with dragon pattern. In front of him was a beautiful lawn, and a little further away, there were a small forest and several buildings, which looked European in style.

  Zhū Jìshì's heart suddenly thudded, isn't it the cold winter of January now? Europe is a vast expanse of icy skies and snowy lands, how can there be warm sunshine and lush green grass? The temperature must be at least over ten degrees Celsius...

  What's going on here? Is this what Yiyiren has been talking about, crossing over? This is really unbelievable!

  He hesitated and stood up, stretched his limbs, fortunately without injury, then picked up his backpack and looked around.

  Suddenly, two crisp gunshots broke the surrounding silence. Zhu Jishi abruptly turned his head and looked in the direction of the gunfire, only to see a few foreigners standing just tens of meters away from him. There were three men and one woman, with two of the men wearing bright red military uniforms that resembled those of the British Royal Guards at Buckingham Palace. They each held an old-fashioned handgun, with the barrels still smoking.

  There was also an old man with a somewhat lewd face, wearing a suit of the same strange style, with a suitcase slung over his shoulder, and his mouth agape in a stunned expression, it was unclear whether it was due to Zhu Jishi's sudden appearance or the "gunshot incident" that had just occurred.

  However, among the four foreigners, the one that caught Zhu Jishi's eye was still that foreign girl! Not because of the physiological reaction of opposite sex attraction, although this foreign girl's appearance was indeed outstanding. Her white skin, exquisitely carved facial features, a head of wavy golden long hair and a pair of sky-blue eyes - these characteristics combined together to form a beautiful woman. If he had met such a girl on the Mannheim campus and Ye Yiren wasn't by his side, Zhu Jishi would have definitely gone up to chat her up, and if they hit it off, he would even ask for her phone number...

  But now, Zhu Jishi, who had just gotten off a high-speed flying passenger plane and somehow ended up here, absolutely did not have the thought of flirting with girls. What caught his eye was actually the foreign girl's outfit, a pale yellow low-necked long dress that accentuated her slender neck and half-exposed full chest, the hem of which was supported by something, looking just like a wedding dress worn on one's wedding day.

  Was someone taking wedding photos? But where was the photographer? Just as I was wondering, a scream like killing pigs rang out, speaking in English, and it was authentic Oxford accent.

  "Oh God! I've been hit! I'm going to die... Isabelle, I'm going to die, give me one last kiss!"

  One of the two men in red let out a howl, a stout fellow who weighed at least 180 pounds, standing there like a wall of flesh. He was seen covering his belly with one hand, and blood was flowing from between his fingers, but not too much. From Dr. Zhu's medical perspective, it shouldn't be fatal.

  Isabelle was the name of that foreign girl, and upon hearing Paozi's miserable cry, she shifted her gaze from Zhusi, who had suddenly appeared, to Paozi's big belly. Then she exclaimed in an exaggerated tone: "Oh God, Robert has been shot! He's been shot! Will, you've killed him..."

  With a loud thud, the fat man who had been shot fell to the ground on his back, looking as if he was really going to die. The old man carrying a suitcase next to the foreign girl hurried over and squatted down beside the fat man. The red-clothed gunman - this was actually a handsome young man with brown hair, tall, blue eyes, and a few freckles on his high nose bridge - this young man named Will seemed to be shooting and killing for the first time too, and when he saw the fat man fall down, he also panicked a bit, running over to stand stupidly beside him.

  "Countess, Mr. Churchill is in a hurry, he's been shot in the abdomen! What can be done?! Mr. Churchill is going to die..."

  That little old man quickly took out a pair of scissors from the box, skillfully cut open the fat man's red military uniform and the shirt inside, looked at the wound on his belly with shredded meat and bleeding fat, and also shouted loudly.

  When he heard the surname "Churchill", Zhu Jishi's mouth twitched, thinking that this fat guy shouldn't be a descendant of the British Prime Minister during World War II... Shouldn't be the person himself!? He walked closer and found that this fat guy looked somewhat similar to Prime Minister Churchill, but was even fatter. Lying on the ground, he looked like a mountain of flesh. If Isabelle was a beautiful white swan, then this guy was a fat toad who wanted to eat the swan's meat.

  After it was certain that the fat man had really died, Isabel, who was called "the Countess" by the old man, took out a silk handkerchief from somewhere and wiped her face with it twice. Two tears appeared in her big eyes, and she knelt down beside the fat man's body, crying and wailing.

  "Give me another kiss, Isabel, dear, give me one more."

  Although the fatty has already breathed out more and inhaled less, a lecherous heart seems to still not be dead yet, and is still eagerly seeking kisses. However, his crush only shed tears, without any intention of offering her lips.

  "Hey, hey, shouldn't you guys send this fatty to the hospital for emergency treatment?" Seeing the somewhat chaotic scene in front of him, Zhu Jishi momentarily forgot his own situation and couldn't help but remind them.

  "What's the use of going to the hospital? I'm the best doctor in all England for treating gunshot wounds! Mr. Churchill has been shot in the abdomen, and no one in this world can save him." The old man turned his head to look at Zhū Jìshì, furrowed his brow and said: "You're a Tartar? Where are you from?"

  "Tartar?" Zhu Jishi glared at the old man, pointing to the fat man lying on the ground with more exhalation than inhalation: "Just operate and remove the bullet. The bullet must not have hit a vital spot, otherwise there would be more blood."

  "Operate? Good God! You're going to cut open his belly? Is this the way you Tartars treat wounds?"

  "Why did you call me Tartar... wait," said Zhu Jishi, as if he had just remembered something, "May I ask, what time is it now?"

  "It's past one o'clock now." The old man replied casually.

  "What date is it?"

  "On September 15th," the old man furrowed his brow and emphasized again: "September 15th, 1842!"

  "What? 1842, really had this kind of thing!?"

  Zhu Jishi covered his forehead, groaning in pain. His mind was a mess, but everything around him reminded him that he was no longer in the era he once knew, and he might never be able to return to his original life trajectory again.

  Muttering the year "1842" to himself several times, Zhu Jishi's mind conjured up the words "Qing Dynasty". Although he wasn't a history buff, he knew that China at this time was in the dark and oppressive Daoguang period of the Qing dynasty, when laborers had no rights. The Opium War, which had opened up China's closed doors and led to its semi-feudal and semi-colonial status, had probably just ended. In about eight years' time, a man from Guangdong Province named Hong Xiuquan, who couldn't even pass the imperial examination to become a xiucai, would lead the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Revolution, which almost overthrew the Qing dynasty! This meant that an era of great turmoil and upheaval was soon to arrive!

  But this seems to have nothing to do with me, I graduated from a medical college and not a theological seminary, even if I graduated from a theological seminary, following the leader of the Hong religion would be futile...

  "But where is this... place?"

  Zhū Jì Shì's heart told him this definitely wasn't China.

  "This is Oxfordshire."

  Oh, it's the UK, and I'm traversing Europe on my own, although not entirely in situ, but also not too far away. However, this outcome isn't too bad either; if this noble self were to appear on the land of the Qing Dynasty, I reckon before even accomplishing anything significant, I'd be caught by officials and have my head chopped off just because there's no pigtail at the back of my head!

  And even if I don't get beheaded, what can I do in the Qing dynasty? Be a bandit? Although I'm not small and have some strength, I've never practiced and don't know the rules of the Jianghu, so being a bandit is probably out of the question. Do business? Ha ha, my hands are empty, and I may not even be able to scrape together enough capital to set up a stall selling meat! Practice my old trade, hang up a sign and become a doctor? My grandfather was a Chinese medicine practitioner, and he gave me the name "Zhu Jishi". When I was young, I also learned some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. However, I'm absolutely not even at the door, and I don't even know how to take a pulse, so how can I be a doctor? As for Western medical skills, it's only possible in 1842 Europe and America, but now I'm directly in Europe, which saves me a lot of trouble.

  It seems that this old heaven has arranged for itself is still quite considerate, the only pity is that it did not let Ye Xiaojie and herself cross over together.