Chapter 6: Even if you travel through time and space, don't be too greedy for collections
New book uploaded, seeking collection, seeking recommendation
"Jason, Dr. Jason, what are you thinking?" The beautiful face of Countess Isabelle leaned in, asking with concern, and it was only then that he realized his hand holding the wine glass had tilted, spilling wine all over the dinner table. He had been lost in thought for who knows how long. The countess, Dr. Bluntschli, and a servant waiting on them at dinner were all staring curiously at him.
Will Heming had gone back to the military camp to report that he was injured in a duel with Major Churchill and was prepared to accept punishment. Zhu Zisheng and Dr. Bluntschli were left behind by the countess to have dinner together, to thank them for saving Zhu's life - which solved the problem of Zhu's first dinner after crossing over, but how would the food problem be solved in the future?
It seems that Ye Yiren has never mentioned how the traversers solved the problem of eating. Compared to opposing the Daoguang Emperor Aixinjueluo Minning of the Qing Dynasty, and saving the 400 million Chinese people from water and fire, solving the problem of eating is currently the most important thing for Zhu Jishi to face. I also don't know how the protagonists in those traversal novels that Ye Dajie loves so much solved this difficult problem.
Being a doctor seems like a good profession, but thinking carefully, it doesn't seem that simple. Firstly, the place I am in is Britain, or to be exact, the glorious and prosperous British Empire of the Victorian era! As an illegal immigrant from the 21st century, won't I get caught by the immigration officers of Britain and deported back to China, which would be the Qing Dynasty? The passport issued by the Chinese government in the 21st century and the entry visa issued by the EU, should they be invalid in Britain in 1842?
Secondly, even if the passport and entry visa issues are resolved, can I practice medicine in the UK in 1842? It doesn't seem to be that simple. Because now I don't have a medical school diploma or a practicing license - although my medical knowledge is more advanced than the greatest medical experts of this era, but without a certificate, how can I prove it?
Thirdly, the issue of racial discrimination cannot be ignored. Let alone in 1842 Britain, even in 21st-century Europe, white people still look down on Chinese people with yellow skin from the bottom of their hearts, they just don't show it openly... So even if one obtained a medical license in 1842 Britain, I reckon there wouldn't be any patients willing to come to them.
But if I couldn't stay in the UK, where should I go? Returning to China was definitely not an option, as I didn't have a queue and I heard that during the Qing dynasty, those without queues would be beheaded! Moreover, my Western medical skills probably wouldn't work in Daoguang's China either.
Why don't I go to America? But I don't know what the current immigration requirements are like in the US. Would they accept someone like me who ran away from Europe... a Tartar?
These several problems seem not easy to solve, so thinking and thinking let Zhu Jisheng's mind wander.
Countess Isabelle smiled and looked at Zhū Jì Shì, suddenly popping out three Chinese words: "Visa, passport, diploma... what do they mean? What language is that?"
"This is this, this is our local dialect."
When the Countess spoke in Chinese with a standard and round tone, Zhu Jishi was really startled, thinking that this woman had been to China and saw through his disguise - who knows if the Opium War is over? If he's caught by the British as an underground agent of the Qing dynasty, it might be a hanging offense! However, after hearing the other party ask in English again, Zhu Daisheng finally let out a sigh of relief.
"Tartar language?"
"That's right, it's Tartar language, good wine means good wine." Zhu Jishi smiled awkwardly at the countess and downed the red wine in one gulp.
"Oh, it's a Tatar." The countess was clearly interested in the Tatars who could perform abdominal surgery on living people and still not kill them. She continued to ask: "Dr. Jason, where did you learn your medical skills? Was it in Russia?"
"It's Germany," Zhu Zisheng didn't say where in Germany, mainly because he was afraid of being exposed.
"Deutscher Bund?" Bluntschli suddenly interjected in German, "I also came to England from there, I graduated from Heidelberg University in Baden, which university did you graduate from?"
"Mannheim, I studied medicine in Mannheim." Zhu Jishi replied stiffly in German. In fact, he and Dr. Bluntschli were alumni of the same school, and the Mannheim Medical Academy where he studied in Germany was also affiliated with Heidelberg University, although it certainly did not exist in 1842.
"What's this about the medical faculty at Mannheim University?" Blonsky raised an eyebrow, not pursuing it further. Although he didn't recall Mannheim University having a medical faculty, his graduation from Heidelberg University was over forty years ago and he had since moved to England, never returning to Germany, so he wasn't familiar with recent developments at Mannheim University. However, he then asked about blood types and transfusions, "Dr Jessen, did you learn about blood types and transfusion treatment at Mannheim University?"
"This is what I've researched." Zhu Jisheng had stayed in 21st century Germany for over a year, so he knew that Europeans were relatively respectful of scientists. Therefore, he didn't plan on taking a low-key attitude in the scientific field. "Actually, this time I came to Britain was to publish my research results in The Lancet."
The Lancet is the most authoritative medical journal in Europe. Zhu Jishi often reads this magazine in Germany more than a hundred years later and knows that the history of this magazine is very long, it must have existed in 1842.
"Would you like to publish an article in The Lancet?" Dr. Blonsky gazed at Zhū Jìshì for a moment, nodding slowly: "Dr. Jason, your achievements in blood types and transfusion treatment are indeed... indeed worthy of being shared with the global medical community through The Lancet. I think you will be the first Oriental to win both the Copley Medal and the Grand Prix des Sciences."
"Are the Copley Medal and the Grand Prix of France not enough? Is a drop of blood so important?" The countess also looked surprised, for these two scientific awards were almost as prestigious in the 19th century as the Nobel Prize is today! A scientist who could win both of these great prizes would undoubtedly go down in history.
The female count was an outsider after all and didn't know what the operation that Zhu Jisheng had just performed on Qiu Pangzi, which seemed to be no different from slaughtering a pig, meant.
But in the eyes of insiders like Blomstein, the little bit of surgical skill that Zhū Jì Shì showed just now would be enough to take European medicine a huge leap forward! To know that historically, those murderous doctors in Europe didn't understand the importance of washing their hands before surgery until 1852, and it wasn't until 1886 that they figured out how to properly disinfect during operations. And as for figuring out blood types to solve the major problem of transfusions, that wasn't until the early 20th century - before that, these murderous doctors either gave people animal blood or recklessly gave them human blood without regard for blood type, resulting in the successful murder of countless patients!
But Zhu Jisheng seems to have overcome the two major difficulties of surgical operations - infection and blood transfusion - in the process of operating on Qiu Buzi this afternoon. If he can publish the techniques he used to treat Qiu Buzi in The Lancet, the fame and wealth that will bring will surely make every doctor in this era jealous.
"Of course!" Dr. Bluntschli gazed at Zhū Jìshì with an envious look, and sighed: "This is probably the most important medical research achievement of the first half of the 19th century!" He paused for a moment, then said: "Dr. Jessen, I dare to ask, in your Tartar people's traditional medicine, do you also have blood transfusion treatment methods?"
Looking at the 19th-century old doctor with sparkling eyes, Zhu Jishi fell silent for a moment and smiled slightly: "Like many great scientists in history, I am also standing on the shoulders of my predecessors to conduct research."
The old doctor nodded, seemingly acknowledging Zhu Jishi's words, or perhaps his own conjecture had been confirmed - although the British Empire had already opened up the closed doors of the Qing Dynasty with its powerful ships and cannons, Westerners in this era were still vague about Eastern affairs. Although they knew that Western technology was ahead of the East, the East after all had a brilliant civilization history of several thousand years, and there were many lost civilizations, perhaps they would be ahead in some areas?
