My years as a menswear boss

Two English thoroughbred horses pulled a small and exquisite four-wheeled carriage and parked in front of the No. 15 mansion on Rue d'Antin.The coachman jumped out of the car, took out a pedal and put it on the door of the car.

The door was pushed open, and a handsome young man stepped out of the carriage, and then stretched out his hand to help the beautiful girl get off the carriage.

Jiqiu looked up at the upstart mansion, she asked Margaret in a low voice, "Does your friend live here?"

Margaret nodded her head lightly, the black veil covered her delicate face, only a worried voice came out, "Christine has been ill for a long time, and I have not received a reply since I wrote to her last week .”

"We'll find out what's going on when we go in and have a look." Jiqiu raised his arm, and Margaret put her lace-gloved hand on it, and they walked to the door of the mansion and rang the doorbell.

There was a quick response from the house.After a while, a petite girl poked her head out from behind the door. She glanced anxiously at the serious young man, "Who are you looking for?"

Seeing this, Margaret lifted the veil from her face, "Jenny, do you remember me?"

"Oh! It's you, Miss Goetti." With a smile on Jenny's face, she quickly opened the door and welcomed the two of them in, "My poor master has been bedridden for a week, and she is getting weaker and weaker. The advice was to rest, but she wasn't getting any better."

Jiqiu followed Jenny and followed her to the master's bedroom.

After opening the door, a stench came from the room, Jiqiu frowned subconsciously, and she saw a young and emaciated woman lying on the big bed.

Margaret stepped forward and sat down on the chair beside the bed. "My friend, are you all right?"

Christine sat up, she reached out and pulled the quilt over her body, lowered her eyes and replied, "It's a bit bad, I feel like my vitality is draining."

"Adrian." Margaret glanced at the young man for help. She didn't know how to comfort the woman in front of her. "My brother is a doctor. Let him come and see you."

Christine had already given up on herself. She nodded and watched the handsome young man politely greet her.

Like Margaret, she is a woman from Huajie and Liuxiang. She originally had a happy family.

But since Christine's father died, her mother remarried, and her stepfather was an alcoholic man who would beat their mother and daughter once he drank.

Until the mother's dowry was squandered, the man accidentally threw her mother back down the stairs and fell to her death when she couldn't get any money.

She lost her only relative overnight, and her stepfather was imprisoned. Christine, who was still a young girl, chose to be a courtesan after experiencing a lot of torture in society.

'Just sell it, and you can get a lot of money. ' thought young Christine, but what she didn't expect was that the unexpected would come so soon.

Kristen, who had just ended a nurturing relationship last month, had health problems before her next guest.

"I'm sorry." Jiqiu said softly, and she lifted Christine's quilt with her white-gloved hands.

Just as she was about to lift up Christine's skirt, she was stopped by a thin hand.

Jiqiu raised her head and saw the pleading expression on Christine's face, so she had no choice but to say to Margaret, "Sister, can you go outside and wait for a while?"

Margaret reacted immediately, she stood up and followed the maid Jenny to leave the room.

"Can I continue to check now, Miss Christine?" Jiqiu asked softly.

Christine looked into the clear eyes of the young doctor, she slowly lowered her hand, "I'm sorry for your trouble."

Jiqiu stopped answering, and began to see a doctor seriously for the first time. She observed the ulcer site, recalling the medical books she had read in her mind, "It spread from the private part to the inner thigh..."

"Did you scratch?" She saw the nail prints near the pustules, and after confirming the symptoms, she gently helped Christine put down the skirt.

"I can't take it anymore," Christine trembled, tears streaming down her sunken face. "Doctor, do I have a chance to live?"

She didn't want to die, even after all the suffering, but Christine still wanted to live, she was only 19 years old.

Jiqiu felt that since becoming a doctor, the handkerchief has become a daily consumable. She skillfully took out the handkerchief from her pocket and handed it to Christine, "Don't worry, I will cure you."

Christine took the handkerchief and held it in her hand instead of using it. There was a trace of undetectable expectation in her voice, "Can it really be cured? I have seen many women whose bodies are only a little bit rotten." drop until a painful death."

"Your situation is different from theirs." Jiqiu noticed that the room was stuffy. She stood up and walked to the window, only to find that not only were the heavy curtains hung, but the window was also firmly locked.

"Keeping the air flowing is good for the body and mind." She pushed open the window to let the fresh air blow in, reducing the carbon dioxide in the room.The room was too humid, and the sunlight from the outside just disperses the moisture.

Christine felt that her chest was no longer tight. She took a big breath of fresh air, and her figure seemed to come alive.

Jiqiu sat down on the carved chair in front of her bed again, "Aside from there, are there other places where there is ulceration?"

"Yes." Christine nodded, and she undid the top button of her nightdress, "And here."

There was a pile of blisters on the fair skin, covered with a layer of yellow-gray exudate, exuding an indescribable smell.

"If you want to get better soon, just do as I said. You can ask the maid to go to the market to buy all these herbs."

Jiqiu took off the gloves, took out a pen and paper from his pocket, and wrote the corresponding prescription on it.

Christine watched the young man write a string of pretty cursives, and she couldn't help asking, "Are you really Margaret's younger brother?"

"Of course, my full name is Adrian Goetti." Jiqiu replied without raising her head. She tore off the paper after she finished writing, "I will give it to your maid in person. Chinese medicine may be a bit bitter. Just bear with it for three more courses of treatment."

"If you feel unwell, please send someone to find me on the Champs Elysees immediately."

Christine nodded, her sense of awkwardness had disappeared at this time, and she completely trusted the doctor who was younger than her, "I see, Mr. Goetti."

"By the way, there is the most important point - please keep a distance from men."

Christine's face immediately burned, and she hurriedly responded.

Jiqiu bowed politely, and then left the room. She came to the living room and saw Margaret waiting anxiously on the sofa.

"How?" Margaret subconsciously stood up, and she walked around the coffee table and came to Jiqiu.

"It's not too bad." Jiqiu replied, she walked towards Jenny who was wiping the table, and handed her the prescription in her pocket, "This is something your master uses to treat illnesses, and you can buy it at the market Yes. After buying everything, put water in a casserole and boil it for half an hour, pour out the juice and drink it. It takes four to ten minutes to boil it for the second time. One dose a day, one dose twice, for seven days in a row.”

Jenny wrote down every piece of Jiqiu's instructions, and she said gratefully, "Mr. Goetty, thank you for your help!"

"You're welcome."

After leaving Christine's mansion with Jiqiu, Margaret asked aloud, "Adrian, can the medicine you prescribed really cure Christine? I saw dandelion and licorice on it, and they can also Is it used to treat diseases?"

"Christine's disease is a little better than Naples' disease. Although the two are similar, they are not the same disease. It can be treated at this stage. It would be hard to say if it was later."

Jiqiu thought it was syphilis at first, but after careful observation, she vetoed this guess. Her symptoms were chancroid, a venereal disease second only to syphilis and gonorrhea.

In later generations, chancroid has been eradicated in most countries, but it is still rampant in this era.

Before the invention of antibiotics, even the smallest wound infection could lead to death.

In the extravagant upper class, various venereal diseases spread everywhere, and even became more and more widespread.

"Her illness was brought by a man." Jiqiu looked at Margaret and said, before she could answer, she immediately began to popularize hygiene knowledge.

Margaret listened with her head propped up, and then the relaxed expression on her face gradually disappeared, "So scary?"

"Yes." Jiqiu nodded solemnly, "The consequences of promiscuity are terrible, and even the best doctor can't cure it."

The carriage stopped in front of a clothing store, and Margaret stretched out her slender fingers to press Jiqiu's lips, "Shh, Adrian, I will think about it carefully. Don't let these things affect our next thing .”

Jiqiu looked out the window suspiciously, "Is this the Susi store in the circular square?"

"You have been here for so long, and there are only two sets of clothes on your body. I want to order a few dresses for you here."

Margaret couldn't wait to walk to the carriage, and she urged Jiqiu, "Come here quickly, we have a lot of shops to visit!"

Jiqiu got out of the car and looked at the ladies coming and going, they were discussing the latest fashion trends in the market with great interest, all of them had reserved smiles on their faces.

This is the most famous clothing street in Paris, with the most fashionable clothing in Europe, a paradise for noble ladies.

Jiqiu came here with a young noblewoman in her previous life, and the countess said she admired her paintings. After a while, she realized that the purpose of this noble lady was to keep her.

'What a memory I don't want to think about. Jiqiu said silently in her heart. At that time, she accompanied the female nobleman to sweep the entire fashion store, and offered to help her twist things. Finally, she was so tired that she fell asleep when she got home.