Scarlet Rose

On the return train our conversation inevitably turned to Mr. Eric.

Dylan Eric was only 26 years old. He inherited the title and manor due to his father's accidental death a year ago. Since then, he has become the dream lover of almost all noble girls.Of course, even without a background, just by his face alone, he is qualified to be the object of love of girls.

"So, you want to marry him too!" I teased Alice.

"No! We used to play together when we were young, and I regarded him as my elder brother, but Sister Martha used to want to marry him wholeheartedly." Alice hastily retorted.

Martha is her eldest sister, one year older than Donna, and she married a few years ago. Of course, she is not married to Eric, and the other party's status is not low.They said they wanted to come to the manor to see me, but they were persuaded by the countess because Martha was pregnant, so it was inconvenient to go back and forth.

As a result, when Alice and I returned to the manor, we were surprised to find that my cousin Martha and her cousin's husband were there.

"Martha, you are still pregnant, why did you come here?" Alice asked in surprise.

"It doesn't matter, it's just nine months old, and the little guy will have to wait for a while. I can't wait to see my cousin—she really is a beauty! She looks like my aunt!" Martha is also a very cheerful person, seeing I greet you warmly.To be honest, I like a woman like her very much. She is mature and intellectual, and her gestures are full of charm. In addition, pregnancy makes her more beautiful, so I like her immediately, and I am willing to talk to her.

I have long considered what kind of person I will find to marry in the future.When I was studying in Paris, I would go to the ballroom to dance, where I chatted up, danced, and flirted with beautiful girls. Sometimes I met a match, and I would try to talk about a relationship for a month or two, doing what a lover should do .I never fall in love for a long time, probably after getting along, they always let me down.My ideal woman should be mature and elegant like my mother, not frivolous and vain.Of course, knowing that I am also disappointing them, I am not as good at playing as I look on the outside, and I only go to the dance hall to relieve the pressure, at least I work hard on my schoolwork, which makes me actually quite busy.But after getting along for a long time, I will become lazy, and I will no longer spend as much time trying to please girls as I did when I first started dating.So I thought, if I want to get married, I should find a mature and sensible person who will tolerate me. I don't care if she is older than me.

Speaking of Cousin Martha's coming, it's also because Alice's birthday is approaching, and because it's her eighteenth birthday, the Earl and Madam will definitely hold a grand party at the manor.

There are still ten days before Alice's birthday. During this period, Martha and her cousin-in-law will live in the manor and help plan Alice's birthday party by the way.Because she was due to have a baby in less than a month, the countess was very nervous, worried that too much work would be bad for her; she herself didn't care much, and looked eager to try.

The next morning, I went to the clinic in town, where I would be working.

The town is small, but very busy.Most of the houses are old, but they don’t feel dilapidated; the road is not too wide, and it’s a little difficult for two cars to be side by side; when the cars pass by, the women with food bags in their arms and the farmers talking to each other hurriedly evade to the side of the road.To the south of the center of the town is a square, which is nothing more than a flat open space. It is deserted now, not to mention how lively it will be during the festival.Clinics and pharmacies are located on the west side of the square, which is considered close to the center of the town.

From the outside, the clinic is a small two-story building. As soon as I entered the downstairs door, I saw a girl with a round face sitting behind the counter.Seeing me come in and look around, she asked me aloud, "Sir, are you here to make an appointment?"

"I'm Roman, a new doctor. I think Earl Smedley should have greeted you." I smiled kindly at her.

She looked amazed. "My God, you're Mr. Roman! You're so young!"

I don't care about her exaggerated performance, after all, I am really too young.

"You're young too, I guess, are you twenty?" I teased her with a smile.

"Ah, Dr. Jonah is on the second floor. I'll take you to see him." She ignored my joke and came out from behind the counter, beckoning me to follow her, "My name is Ella."

"Hi, Ella," I said.In addition to the small room where the counter is located on the first floor, there is a relatively large lounge at the back for patients waiting to see a doctor, and a small kitchen at the back, where you can prepare some snacks and tea; On one side is a small warehouse, where medical equipment, medicines, etc. are placed.The upper floor is also divided into three areas, the smaller one is the doctor's office, the other two, one is the diagnosis room with complete equipment, in which the doctor examines the patients alone; Several hospital beds, separated by curtains or screens, are where patients who need to be hospitalized or who need injections stay.

When we went up, the doctor was observing a patient lying on the hospital bed.

"The wound is healing very well, and the stitches can be removed in two days."

The patient seemed relieved, and thanked him directly after getting off the hospital bed.

The doctor was idle, and saw me as expected, raised his eyebrows and asked, "You are Roman? You are younger than I thought."

"Hello, Mr. Jonah." I greeted with a smile.Mr. Jonah is not young anymore. He used to be a surgeon in a big city hospital with a high status and superb medical skills. However, seven years ago, after the original doctor of this clinic retired, he quit his job and came here.Because he was originally a resident of this small town, returning to work in his hometown gave him a sense of belonging.

"Patients who don't have an appointment now, please come to my office for a while!" Mr. Jona invited me.

I frowned. Although there was nothing wrong with his words, his tone was commanding and his expression was quite arrogant.

His office is very bright, with a desk, two cabinets, one large and one small, and three or four chairs.

Ella said, "Need some tea?"

Mr. Jonah nodded, Ella smiled at me and turned to go out.

"Sit." Mr. Jonah said and sat down behind the desk.So I sat across from him.

"You graduated from college and licensed as a physician?" he asked.

"That's right." I tried to keep smiling, he didn't show it on his face, but I could feel his distrust of me.

"French license..." he muttered, not knowing what it meant.

"Honestly speaking, I don't have any trust in your medical skills. No matter how you look at it, you are just a kid. If you have experience, you don't have experience. If you really ask you to do something, I am afraid that you will smash my brand.

That's really blunt...that's what I thought, and of course I said.

"You're polite? Oh, if you weren't as useless as you seem, maybe I'd be more polite." He said mercilessly.Just when I was about to speak out, Ella came up with tea, and I swallowed all my bad words.

We drank tea quietly for a while, and Ella knocked on the door again: "Dr. Jonah, Mr. Tom is here for a follow-up visit."

Jonah nodded at her, put down the teacup in his hand, and said to me, "The medical records of the residents are in that cabinet, and I have read them familiarly these days."

I only felt a little more relaxed after he left.The small cabinet is equipped with glass doors, and there are two layers of medical books and three layers of medical magazines; the large cabinet has many small drawers that can be pulled out, and the letters are labeled. people's medical records.The records are all difficult diseases or whether the patient has special conditions, whether he is allergic to drugs, etc.

Although my memory is good, it is really difficult to memorize the names and diseases without seeing the patients.If you want me to say, Mr. Jonah should let me go to see patients together. Doesn't he need to test my level?Or did he feel it was unnecessary?I was bored looking at the medical records.

But I didn't see it for long. Mr. Jonah finished the follow-up visit and asked me to go to see him instead.A little girl had a high fever and lay in bed for a few days. I just went to see if her fever was gone, and then prescribed some medicine for her.It couldn't be easier, I took the medicine box and went downstairs.At the door, Ella said softly to me: "Mr. Roman, Dr. Jonah is actually a very good person."

I shrugged my shoulders and said nothing. He may be a good man, but he does have the problem of being arrogant and judging people by their appearance.

The little girl lived not far away. When I went there, I handed over a note written by Mr. Jonah before they let me in.The little girl was sick and listless, staring out the window.

The sound of my entering the door failed to attract her attention, she just greeted listlessly: "Dr. Jona, you are here."

"I'm not Dr. Jonah," I said with a smile, walking over to her bed.She looked back at me in surprise and asked, "Who are you?"

"My name is Roman. I'm a doctor who just arrived here. You are my first patient. Can you cooperate with me?" I said in a gentle tone.The little girl nodded excitedly.

After taking my body temperature, I checked, and the fever was almost gone.

"Congratulations, little angel, your fever has subsided." I said deliberately and solemnly.

"But I still don't have the strength." She pouted coquettishly.

"I haven't eaten much in the past two days! Get a good night's sleep, and you will have strength if you eat enough. Don't worry, you are already sick." Really? "She buried half of her face in the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes looking at me.

"Really, I promise. Don't take a bath tonight, it won't be good if you catch a cold again."

"Ah."

"Then I'm leaving, you have to be good." I packed up the medicine box and prepared to leave, and there was no need to prescribe her medicine anymore.

"Doctor Roman!" She suddenly stopped me.

"What's wrong?" I asked her back.

"Can I marry you when I grow up?"

I looked at this little girl who was only eight years old and laughed dumbly, "Why?"

"Because you are beautiful, like an angel, very gentle, and you will heal me."

"Then I'll be old when you grow up, and I won't look good." I said with a smile.

"Then if I still like you, will you marry me?" She asked unwillingly.

"Who knows what will happen in the future?" I deliberately gave her a vague answer.The little girl only showed a pair of eyes, and she didn't know whether it was hope or disappointment.

On the way back, I couldn't help laughing when I thought of that little girl.When did my charm become so great?But I do need a girlfriend.

Back at the Manor in the evening, the Earl and Lady graciously asked me over dinner how I was feeling about the clinic.

I said that I didn't feel much, after all, Mr. Jonah would not hand over a seriously ill patient to me from the very beginning.

"Will the small clinic here be a bit inferior?" Madam asked me.

"Maybe you want to go to a big hospital in a big city, where the facilities are advanced and there are beautiful nurses." Martha interjected.

"Indeed." I laughed, "When you say it, I feel my heart is moved."

"Oh, we want you to stay here, we won't feel at ease if you live alone in a distant place," said the countess, "but the decision is still in your own hands."

I am grateful for her understanding: "I will stay—at least for now. If I can't stay any longer, I will leave naturally. It would be nice to gain more work experience."

"This is really wonderful." Madam said, and I saw that she and the earl were relieved, and Alice was also very happy-she had to ask me to help contact a publishing house to publish her novel.

"The mansion is ready, Roman, you can move in tomorrow. Do you want to stay here for a few more days, or..." the count asked me.

"Ah, really? I think I'll move in tomorrow, and I should be independent." I deliberately said in a joking tone.

Since I will be in the UK for the next period of time, at least I will not return to France in the short term. That night, I wrote a letter to a few of my close friends in France to tell them about it.Before blowing out the candles, I glanced out the window, the moon and stars are a bit too bright, tomorrow will be a fine weather.