Started with a green hat for Verlaine

In the medical laboratory, the mold of penicillin has passed the most difficult stage of extraction.

Doctors can finally show their talents, conduct countless strange tests, and a large number of molds available for research can be used to cultivate the next generation in containers to reduce the number of miscellaneous bacteria.

As for the purification of mold, Aso only knows that it has something to do with "corn starch".

The specific concentration of the culture medium and how to prepare it will be handed over to the pathologists for experiments again and again.Fortunately, the initial stage of the experiment went very smoothly, and the two sides established a foundation of trust. Even if Ma Shengqiu proposed a wild idea, the doctors and assistants Ms. Nightingale recruited would immediately start trying it.

Ma Shengqiu also signed a follow-up agreement with Ms. Nightingale.

His eyes were in ten lines, his hand was signing, and he said with concern: "Ms. Nightingale, when anyone enters the laboratory where virus samples are kept, it is best to wear a mask. The mask can prevent the spread of droplets and can reduce the inhalation of viruses in the air." Nose risk."

The brown-haired Nightingale nodded happily, expressing acceptance of his idea.

"Air, like water, gets dirty."

She put forward this idea very early, and she attaches great importance to masks. It is only because the pathologist has repeatedly ensured that the virus samples are well stored that she ignores the danger today.

Just make corrections in time before anything goes wrong.

Nightingale rewrote the hygiene rules in the laboratory.

Ma Shengqiu didn't make any more suggestions, and handed the agreement to her: "It's signed."

Nightingale asked him one last time.

"Are you sure you won't go back on your word? After I succeed, let me announce this great experiment to the public, open the patent, and let the whole world have the opportunity to get antibiotics?"

"I'm sure."

"Good sir, you will gain nothing in this way."

"No, we're going to change the world."

Ma Shengqiu also spoke with a firm tone, as if he had seen the smiles of countless people who had survived a desperate situation.He has other ways to make money, so he doesn't need to make ill-gotten gains.

Nightingale felt relieved and asked a personal question: "Actually, this experiment is not very difficult. You have already gained a lot of previous experience through you. If I guessed correctly, you should have cooperated with other doctors. Why did you finally find me?" Woolen cloth?"

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Because I live in Dublin and don't know much about London, I really didn't think of you in the first place."

He took out a £10 note, held it between his fingers, flipped it over gently, and Elizabeth II on the obverse became Nightingale on the reverse.On the banknotes, Nightingale, who checked the ward in the middle of the night, stood there, wearing a nurse's towel, with a handsome appearance when he was young, and the light in his hand was like a sun representing warmth and hope.

"When I saw the banknotes, I thought, there is nothing more trustworthy than you."

"If you can't trust even you, neither can anyone else."

"Ms. Nightingale, I feel guilty for not being able to share the pressure for you in the future. The responsibility and honor are all on your shoulders. I am doomed not to be able to come to the stage."

Ma Shengqiu also bowed down for Ms. Nightingale for the second time, and at the same time thanked her. No matter how ordinary people want to benefit the people, they will also find ways to control penicillin in their own country.The British government has sponsored Nightingale's medical career. After the patent is published, there will always be irrational people in the British government who think that Nightingale is not considered for the country.

Nightingale looked at his face, and suddenly wiped away the burnt skin at the junction of Aso's jaw and neck with his fingers, causing Arthur Rimbaud to open his mouth wide in surprise.

But this is no frivolity.

Ma Shengqiu also stood still, as if he knew what she was thinking.

Nightingale looked at the brown paint stained on her fingertips: "Sure enough, it's not a burn. You made yourself up to look disfigured?" She is an experienced nurse on the battlefield. From a distance, it can be seen that the exposed skin of the black-haired man is not burned, and he is not even European, and his facial features are intentionally covered up.

Arthur Rimbaud suddenly turned his head to look at Aso Qiuya's miserable gauze face.

The appearance under the gauze immediately became mysterious.

is ugly?

Is it beautiful?

A cold and mean look, or a handsome and upright look?

The blond boy jumped for joy, overturning his previous notion that he didn't care about his appearance.

Ma Shengqiu also had the cheek to give the best reason of the year: "I'm sorry, I'm shameless, and I'm afraid I won't be able to do business if I scare people."

Nightingale did not break the casserole to ask the end.

"Let me give you a little parting present."

After leaving the nursing school, Ma Shengqiu also changed his "outfit" and got Nightingale's special edition medical supplies - white bandages.

This kind of bandage has not appeared on the market, it is a military product, and the cost is much more expensive than gauze, and it is infinitely close to the hemostatic bandage of later generations.It has good air permeability, and it is easy and refreshing to tie on the surface of the skin without affecting the activities of joints.

Ma Shengqiu is no longer qualified to teach Azhi not to wrap up bandages, and the two brothers have become bandage men walking in the world.

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Feeling the freedom outside the school, Arthur Rimbaud stopped holding back the words in his stomach, and looked at Aso Qiuya's face with fiery eyes, "What do you look like?"

In the small room full of medicine bottles, Nightingale changed the bandage on Ma Shengqiu's face, misunderstood that the other party had an unspeakable skin disease, and used the nurse's principle to ensure that the secret would not be revealed, which made Ma Shengqiu also I am sorry to refuse the other party's kindness.

Arthur Rimbaud was stopped outside the door, and he had no chance to see whether there was any wound on Mr. Wang Qiu's face. He only heard Nightingale uttered an exclamation inside, and then the two people who came out seemed to be indifferent. No longer worried, but smiled.

"It's ugly." Ma Shengqiu also took care of important things, shopping for gifts for Wilde in London, and there was Flaubert's manuscript in the suitcase in his hand.

"Uglier than Verlaine?" Arthur Rimbaud asked.

Ma Shengqiu reflexively disgusted and said, "Don't compare me with him!"

Arthur Rimbaud laughed: "Verlaine is not bad, otherwise he wouldn't be able to deceive his current wife, but she is old and bald, and likes to drink like a drunken alcoholic!"

Ma Shengqiu was also speechless, listening to Arthur Rimbaud scolding Paul Verlaine.

He was a little unhappy again.

Paul Verlaine had many flaws, he was not fit to be a husband, he was not fit to be the father of a child, he had no sense of family responsibility, but he was willing to elope with Rimbaud in the future.

Rimbaud dislikes Verlaine, why should he be with Verlaine?

People cannot be without conscience.

"Why do you like him?" Ma Shengqiu also finally asked this topic.

"Yes, I like him." Arthur Rimbaud admitted his feelings for Verlaine in London, "He is willing to spend money for me, his poems are beautiful, we appreciate each other's talents, he is indecisive, and his character is a mess , sometimes her eyes are more helpless than mine, and she only dares to vent her dissatisfaction with marriage while drunk."

"But--"

"We each get what we need."

"When I don't love him and have no feelings for him, I will break up with him. No one stipulates that a person can only fall in love once in this life."

Arthur Rimbaud was very thoughtful, kicked the stones on the road, and explained in a low voice: "I haven't done anything wrong."

Ma Shengqiu also disagreed: "You hurt Mrs. Verlaine."

Arthur Rimbaud winked at him: "Look, which man in the street doesn't want to cheat? Unless he has no money or ability, everyone wants to have a lover!"

This sentence was very loud, and Rimbaud said it to the English men on the London road.

Some of the passers-by laughed approvingly.

"You value marriage, that's your personal matter." Arthur Rimbaud had some understanding of Orientals, and said trickyly, "Your country is monogamous, and cheating is not allowed?"

Ma Shengqiu is also in this era, and once again sees clearly the status of European women. Sadly, he can't come up with a good reason to refute.

Qing Dynasty, don't mention it!

Ma Shengqiu also took out his trump card: "I hope you keep a low profile. If you go to jail for shameful crimes, I will write to your mother."

Arthur Rimbaud punched him angrily.

Ma Shengqiu is not in pain or itching. Compared with the world of Wenye with superior military force, the people here are too weak to be vulnerable.Even if there is such a thing as a pistol, he is sure to predict the position and avoid the bullet in advance when the opponent draws the gun slowly.

In the following process in London, the two got along just fine, but there were a few trivial incidents--Ranbo wanted to see Aso Akiya's face.

While doing business and investing, Ma Shengqiu intentionally showed Arthur Rimbaud the way, so that he would not get lost and would not know how to rush back to the port.

Seven days later, Paddington Railway Station.

London's first railway and the oldest railway station in the UK.

Things were almost done, and Ma Shengqiu also bought a ticket from London to Liverpool, and then took a boat from the port to cross the Irish Sea and return to Dublin.He said farewell to Arthur Rimbaud: "I'm leaving, don't forget the boarding time in the afternoon."

Arthur Rimbaud showed a rare reluctance: "When will you come to Paris?"

Ma Shengqiu was also extremely ruthless: "When you break up with Verlaine, I will read your jokes, remember to write to me, the address is the old place."

Arthur Rimbaud suddenly lost his breath.

An old steam train spewed billows of black smoke, polluting the sky over London, slowly driving on the railway track, making screeching brake sounds.

At this time, London vaguely had the shadow of the later "Foggy City".

Ma Shengqiu also had no phobia of trains, so he boarded the train smoothly and went to the second-to-last carriage, which was the first-class carriage, which was equivalent to the safest place.

Ma Shengqiu also put his luggage away, sat on the sofa, opened the curtains, and looked out of the car window, thinking that he could see the blond boy watching him leave at the station.The reality is that he is sentimental - Arthur Rimbaud has disappeared without a trace before the train has even left.

"Forget it, what can be changed in seven days." Ma Shengqiu also said to himself, ignoring the depression in his heart, "He is much more free and easy than me, so hurry back and see Verlaine now."

An unfamiliar wild cat.

Fortunately, he didn't intend to raise it, and watched Verlaine's death from being scratched to death with cold eyes.

Ma Shengqiu also pressed his gloved hand on his neck, which was not seen by Nightingale, and the only remaining gauze maintained his "alive" dignity.

The train moved away from the platform.

Aso Qiuya sat alone in the box and was distracted, his breath was almost non-existent.

The speed of the steam train is not fast, traveling dozens of kilometers per hour, and there are many train stations along the road. London is more than 300 kilometers away from Liverpool, and it takes about ten hours to arrive.

The food delivery service on the train is as always on time.

However, Ma Shengqiu also heard the waiter's knock on the door, thinking about how to publish for Flaubert, and said: "No, I'm not hungry."

A person does not need to pretend to eat, save food, and start from scratch.

Half an hour passed.

The aroma of lunch was everywhere in the first-class compartment, attracting the drooling of civilians who couldn't afford it. Another person stepped on the punctual time of the meal and pushed open the door of the compartment rudely.

"very hungry--!!!"

The blond boy raised his joyful voice in an attempt to surprise people.

Surprised.

Hi, not at all.

Ma Shengqiu was also stunned for a moment, the storm was coming, and the low pressure in his body could be substantiated: "Why are you on the train?"

Arthur Rimbaud looked around, disappointed to find that there was no delicious food.

He was bluffed by Ma Shengqiu's suppressed anger.

Word stuck.

Arthur Rimbaud said dryly: "I want to take a look at Dublin with you. Didn't you ask me to write a manuscript and open a stewed pigeon publishing house?"

Ma Shengqiu also said, "Just for this?"

Arthur Rimbaud tried his best to adapt to the opponent's momentum, and his courage was commendable: "Can't you?"

Ma Shengqiu also stood up to see which station he had reached outside the window.

Arthur Rimbaud immediately failed, and said in a panic: "Don't throw me off the platform! I asked specifically, except for London, there is no way to keep up with the ship to Paris!"

Ma Shengqiu was also angry: "Are you still afraid? You wasted a boat ticket!"

Arthur Rimbaud hung his head and moved to the empty seat opposite.

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Speak!"

Arthur Rimbaud pretended to be dead, and Ma Shengqiu also went out to ask the waiter if he had bought a ticket, and got an accurate answer: "This gentleman paid for the ticket after getting on the train."

Ma Shengqiu also had a complicated heart, actually bought a ticket, did not evade fare?

Quite... well behaved.

When he returned to the carriage, he had nothing to say, and the displeasure of being interrupted gradually disappeared. Then he realized that Rimbaud didn't leave early, but that the other party boarded the train as soon as he left. On the contrary, he thought that the other party was ruthless. The idea is wrong.

Ma Shengqiu also sat back in his seat, let his mind go for a while, stopped being harsh on Rimbaud, and calmed down: "Stop pretending, what do you want to eat?"

Arthur Rimbaud made it through the crisis safely, smiling brightly at once.

"I want pizza!"

Oh.

There is no pizza on the train.

Aso also ordered food, and the waiter brought out steak, grilled sausage, and vegetable salad.

Arthur Rimbaud stuffed his mouth full of meat, and asked: "Why don't you eat? When I visited London with you, I found that you eat very little."

Ma Shengqiu ignored him, closed his eyes and rested his mind, thinking that the other party would keep chattering.

After lunch, Arthur Rimbaud gently closed the door of the carriage.

"I won't bother you anymore, you go to sleep."

"..."

Ma Shengqiu raised his eyebrows imperceptibly.

Looking back on the journey, Ma Shengqiu also discovered that it was the transformation that occurred after he graduated from nursing school.

Lady Nightingale's power?

The blond boy went back to the crowded and noisy third-class carriage, squeezed away the people occupying his seat, lay on the window of the train, and enjoyed the cool feeling of the wind blowing on his face.

too hot.

Mr. Wang Qiu died of heat sooner or later under the gauze.

"Pfft." Arthur Rimbaud laughed, "He must have been surprised." He proudly broke the cognition of adults, "It's my freedom to do what I want, and it's too much for me to think that I have to go back to Paris." It’s too much, Paris is not my hometown—”

Suddenly, the wig was about to fall off his head under the strong wind, and Arthur Rimbaud quickly grabbed the wig on top of his head to cover his unsightly scalp.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous!"

If such an expensive thing is dropped, Mr. Wang Qiu will scold him.

Arthur Rimbaud murmured: "However, this train is too worn out. Is the UK reluctant to change it? It's not as good as our French train when it hits the road. It's very fast... No wonder it's called a European train. fastest place."

There was a joke in Europe that someone wanted to ride a horse-drawn carriage to race a steam train. The game came to an end without any suspense. The horse lost to high technology, and a new era has come.

After the train traveled for seven hours, the scenery along the road was all idyllic.

It's getting closer and closer to Liverpool.

Ma Shengqiu also had palpitations, and his sixth sense felt a little uneasy.He tentatively stretched out his hand out of the window, feeling the wind, and murmured: "The speed seems to be a bit fast..."

This "fast" is relative to steam trains.

The early British train conductors especially liked to speed up. When they saw a horse-drawn carriage on the road, they must overtake it. After decades, there was a fashion wave of racing cars and trains, as if to integrate the British spirit of horse racing into the train. among.

Ma Shengqiu also remembered the experience of Dickens, who was involved in a train accident.At that time, Dickens appeared with his lover and was not seriously injured. In order not to be discovered by the flight attendant that he had cheated, the other party left his bloody lover and left alone.

"Should I speak to the conductor?"

Ma Shengqiu was not a hesitant person either. He got up to find the flight attendants. After these people could not decide, he carried the suitcase and walked to the front compartment.

The shaking of the ground was particularly severe, almost making it impossible for him to walk smoothly.

He passed the third-class car, and Arthur Rimbaud dozed off by the window, covered his head with his coat, and curled up in the coat like an immature child.In this environment, the security of one's own finances is particularly important. Rimbaud hid the money in his socks to ensure that no one would take off his socks to find the gold coins.

Because of the appearance of the guests in the first-class box, the chatter around them decreased a little, and they mistakenly thought that they had arrived at the station, and the other party wanted to get off the train from the front.

Ma Shengqiu also failed to meet the train conductor as he wished, and the door was locked tightly.

Unless you pick the lock.

He yelled a few times outside the door, but got no response.

In desperation, Ma Shengqiu also lost confidence in the means of transportation in the [-]th century, and could only pin his hopes on his own train phobia.

Before returning to the box, Aso Qiu also went to pat the sleeping Arthur Rimbaud to wake him up.

"Go to sleep in my box."

"No, you hate me—the smell."

Arthur Rimbaud said slowly, rubbing his eyes, and was slapped on the back of his hand again, and heard the other party say: "Your hands are full of bacteria, don't touch your eyes directly."

Arthur Rimbaud has a big head, the nobles are not as hygienic as the other party!

Arthur Rimbaud rolled his eyes: "My lord, who is more delicate than a nobleman, you can leave quickly, so as not to be an eyesore, you are out of place here."

Ma Shengqiu also said: "Keep awake, don't sleep, change your position, don't get too close to the window, it's not safe here, and it's easy to suffer from headaches."

Rimbaud's location is coveted by many tourists, and the window is the best ventilation.Ma Shengqiu also closed the window, and dragged Rimbaud to change to a seat without a window. Rimbaud was so angry that he suspected that the other party was taking revenge on him.

Goodness, it's August!

In the hottest season of the year, the temperature inside the car is above [-] degrees!

If you don't open the windows, others will open the windows too!

"Bangdang-"

After the blond boy was placed, Aso Akiya's feet swayed violently, he quickly supported the seat, and used ancient martial arts skills to maintain his balance, so as not to fall into the passenger seated next to Arthur Rimbaud.The people in the carriage took it for granted, and Arthur Rimbaud yawned: "This is how old trains are, like broken copper."

Aso Shengqiu also sounded the alarm with a premonition sharpened on the edge of life and death.

"wrong!"

The voice just fell!

The violent movement overturned everyone's thoughts!

Under the emergency response, Arthur Rimbaud's mind was disconnected, completely unaware of what happened to the outside world.His head was dizzy, he could see the world clearly again, his body was almost crushed on the seat of the car, the seat was damaged, he was held tightly in the arms of a man, with the palm of his hand pressed against the back of his head, cushioning him, He was not knocked into a faint on the spot.

The passengers in the entire carriage were thrown in one direction, and several people flew out of the window, and the seat by the window became a death seat!

Arthur Rimbaud was shaking violently.

After a few seconds, countless screams and wailing resounded through several boxes.

"I... you... Wang, Wang Qiu..."

Arthur Rimbaud's pupils constricted, he grabbed Akiya Aso's clothes, tears streamed down slowly, his mouth was trembling, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence.At the moment when everyone was stupefied, Ma Shengqiu also hugged him and used his body to block the impact of other passengers, which was enough to cause serious injuries!

The first reaction of human beings is always to protect important people.

The hat, the suitcase where the manuscript and the check were placed have gone to nowhere.

Arthur Rimbaud was overwhelmed by endless fear. He felt that the palms protecting his head were soft, and the bones were broken. His body shook into a sieve, which was better than facing the soldiers' guns.

"I'm fine..." Ma Shengqiu also said in a low voice, his internal organs were ruptured, and he was temporarily unable to move, and behind him were all the injured passengers who were in a state of disarray.

Arthur Rimbaud didn't have time to relax, and when he pulled his muscles, the pain appeared slowly.

People are at a loss for the unknown, which intensifies the flow of blood.

"foot."

Hearing Rimbaud's broken voice, Ma Shengqiu couldn't look down, and could only use his repaired hand to search for Rimbaud's foot with difficulty, "Where is the injury?"

The blond boy panicked, but nothing happened to his head or upper body.

Ma Shengqiu also touched a wooden thorn that hurt people, his heart seemed to be pressed by a big stone, and his breathing became heavy.The wooden thorn was about two centimeters thick, and when he touched it further down, the wooden thorn was wet, connected to Rimbaud's calf, and covered with blood.

After the chair broke, the wooden thorn pierced Rimbaud's right calf from the ground.

There was no tetanus vaccine in this era.

The sad thing is that Ma Shengqiu doesn't know the research method of tetanus vaccine, so he won't be able to come up with targeted preventive drugs for a while.

Human beings need to gamble.

In order to stabilize Rimbaud's mood, Ma Shengqiu pretended to be innocent and said: "Hold on, you've been scratched by the seat, don't move around, we can escape when I push the people behind you away. "

Arthur Rimbaud nodded helplessly in his arms, his face still pale.

Having participated in wars and seen dead people, Arthur Rimbaud managed to organize his words after a while: "Your hand—you—don't push—"

"Listen to me, I'm fine, just close your eyes and you'll be out of trouble right away."

Ma Shengqiu also endured the pain and withdrew his hand, and the shattered bones returned to their original state.

"good."

Ma Shengqiu also comforted Rimbaud and kissed his forehead.

"Don't look at it."

Arthur Rimbaud closed his eyes tightly at his request, his forehead was touched tenderly.

Ma Shengqiu also folded his body, gathered enough strength, and moved the person away. His ears were full of voices calling for help, but his strength was limited. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the crooked rear compartment outside. Those places... were bursting with flames. !There is a risk of fire after the train derails!

After the body was fully recovered, Ma Shengqiu also broke and kicked away the obstacles around him to save the people who were stuck nearby.He cleared an escape route at the expense of frayed gloves, revealing seamed palms.

"You can move, hurry up! Go through the window!"

"If you have the strength, go back and save people!"

After 10 minutes, the passengers who wanted to survive broke out and crawled out desperately, and escaped from the sky. Those who stayed in place were as immobile as Arthur Rimbaud.

Ma Shengqiu couldn't hide it anymore.

Arthur Rimbaud has opened his eyes, and his state collapsed: "My leg was pierced!"

The young man's back was leaning against the wall of the train, and one foot was impaled weakly by a wooden thorn and nailed to the ground. The situation was dangerous and there was a possibility of bleeding at any time.

Thick smoke chokes the nostrils.

The fire in the rear compartment was spreading.

Arthur Rimbaud was afraid of being disabled, and kept struggling, trying to pull out the wooden thorns. These irrational behaviors were suppressed by Ma Shengqiu, and he said angrily: "I can't pull it out now, I have to go to the hospital, take it out and face death the courage to come!"

Ma Shengqiu didn't hesitate any more, pulled off the bandage on his face, tied Rimbaud's right leg up and down the wound, mainly to stop the bleeding.Then, he wiped his face with Rimbaud's blood and the dust on the ground as quickly as possible, so as not to cause other troubles.

Arthur Rimbaud saw the fleeting face in a trance, and found that the other party's face was covered with blood, as if it was a hallucination just now, only the eyes in the dim light were extremely sharp, and the slender eyebrows and eyes showed the calmness and calmness facing life and death. deterrent to one's own people.

"Don't faint, I'll cut off the wooden thorns for you immediately, and take you away!"

Ma Shengqiu also said that cutting it off will definitely do it.

He started looking for aids.

Arthur Rimbaud suppressed his crying and went to see the other party cut the wooden thorn. Aso Shuya's movements were extremely gentle, and his strength was well controlled, reducing the secondary damage to Rimbaud.

Ma Shengqiu also fixed the injured part of his right foot, carried Rimbaud on his back and escaped.

The flight attendants on the train reacted much faster than the passengers. Rescue work has been carried out outside and inside. The nearby train station is close, and people have come to help one after another.

On the way to the hospital, Arthur Rimbaud lay on his back, hugging his neck, tears seeping into the gauze on the back of Aso's neck.Arthur Rimbaud was hot and cold, the scorching heat and the coldness of blood loss made him physically and mentally unbalanced, he kept talking nonsense, and the titles were confusing, mixed with a child's address for his father.

"Dad... I seem to be dying... Will I... die..."

"No! You shouldn't die!"

Many years ago, Ma Shengqiu also knew that the blonde Rimbaud would die at the age of 37, and Lantang would die in the year when his memory was recovered. He wanted to save the other party, no matter which Rimbaud it was, as long as they had longed to live go down.

Because, you haven't set sail to go out to sea and see the scenery all over the world!

——I want you to die without regrets!

——I want you to live out the madness and wantonness of the world's fantasy!

……

Beautiful people should live beautifully.