Chapter 95 Zhang Liang's complete failure

In the early morning, Mr. Descartes got up from the bed with difficulty. He could hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other. This time he did not invite Bella to help him up, but stood up slowly by himself.

Just this morning, Mr. Descartes did not look at the sycamore trees outside the window, nor the birds on the trees. As for whether the colorful spires of Notre Dame Cathedral exist in the distance, it had nothing to do with him. Now, he just wanted to urge the lazy Bella to prepare milk, bread, butter before the children got up... No, the child is still young, so he should have some more cabbage...

After forcibly throwing his legs under the bed, Mr. Descartes was about to put on his soft shoes, but his legs were very stiff and he tried several times but didn't wear them.

The door of his bedroom opened, and a little girl with light yellow hair rubbed her eyes walked in. She first held the door and watched Mr. Descartes try to put on his shoes. After a while, she ran over and squatted on the ground to help Mr. Descartes put on his soft shoes.

"You're really useless. I can wear my own shoes."

Mr. Descartes felt so warm that he looked down at Little Emily and said, "I will learn it tomorrow."

After saying that, he slid off the bed, barely stood firm on the ground, and then poked a hand towards Emily. Emily naturally held the grandfather's hand. The child's hand was held in his hand, as if he had held a piece of soft oil, one old and one young, and walked out of the bedroom.

Little Descartes was sitting at the dining table with his waist straightened, and Bella kept delivering the food he had just cooked to the table.

"Emily, sit back to your seat, don't move around, follow the rules."

Little Descartes scolded Little Emily, and then walked over to help Mr. Old Descartes wash.

Old Descartes looked at Emily who was slapped with aggrieved look? Then he looked at the little Descartes with a serious face and said, "As brother? You are too strict with her."

"If she can't become a lady, she will get a dowry no matter how much I give her in the future? She will never find a good man."

"Hohohohohohoho..."

Mr. Descartes made a strange laugh? He swears that this is the funnyest joke he has ever heard in his life? The funny thing is that the kid who tells the joke is serious? It seems to be very serious.

After washing up? Mr. Descartes sat on a chair in the middle, staring at the salted pork and two fried eggs that were still rustling after being fryed, and pushed the milk in front of him to the little Descartes who had no milk and said, "You should drink more, my child."

"I've grown up? This is what my mother said."

Little Descartes pushed the warm milk back to his grandfather? He said in an unquestionable voice: "You are too weak."

Descartes nodded and said to Descartes strangely: "Child, we are very rich and can drink milk all."

Little Descartes shook his head and said, "Men don't need this thing!"

After saying that, he just like an adult, butter his bread. He took a bite and stuffed the salted pork slices on the plate into his mouth. He bite it crunched.

While eating, he glared at Emily who wanted to climb onto the table.

"Hohohohohohohoho..."

Mr. Descartes once again made a strange laugh. He felt that in just half an hour? He laughed more than he did in this life.

"We forgot to pray!" Bella whispered to remind.

"Since my mother passed away, I have not believed in God." This time, Descartes heard resentment from Descartes's words in childhood.

"Why? My child? God is just."

"If he is just? When my mother was about to die, I prayed to God countless times and begged God to leave her to me countless times, but my mother still left and was taken away by God."

"It's different. My child, the birth, old age, sickness and death are a regular thing. It's not that God took her away, but that her time is up and it's time to go to God.

In the future, the ultimate destination of all of us will be the embrace of God.”

"No--" Little Descartes put down half of the bread, left the dining table and went back to his room.

Mr. Descartes looked at the door of the little Descartes closed in sorrow, and said to Bella: "This child has suffered a lot."

Bella nodded and said, "Master Descartes is a very good child. He even helped me get milk in the morning. Do you want me to ask him to come out and continue to eat?"

Mr. Descartes shook his head and said, "Let him calm down for a while, I will talk to him."

Seeing that Emily was about to cry again, Mr. Descartes came to Emily, comforting the child while trying to eat... In the past, he had no appetite, but today, he forced himself to finish the meal.

Emily was too young, and Descartes was obviously another problematic child, which made Mr. Descartes dare not die easily.

Knocking on the door of Little Descartes, Bella brought breakfast, Mr. Descartes closed the door, Little Descartes ate silently, but Mr. Descartes saw a few pages of manuscript paper on the desk.

I picked it up and took a look, and found that there were letters in the middle of the number equation, and I smiled and said, "Veda's equation? Do you like mathematics?"

Little Descartes looked at Mr. Descartes in admiration and said, "Mother said you are the greatest mathematician in the world, no doubt about it."

"Hohohohohohohohohoho... Your mother said it right!"

Mr. Descartes is a humble person. He usually gets angry when others say such words. However, for some reason, when his little grandson said this, Mr. Descartes felt that it was no longer correct.

"Veda's mathematics is just the shallow sea of ​​the mathematical ocean. His focus is on "Analysis" and how to be good at using certain methods to solve problems. To be honest, his theory still has a lot of room for extension. At this point, your grandfather, I was at the forefront.

Child, as long as you continue to study, you will be in line with your grandfather’s research for the whole day.

However, before that, you should read this book first.”

As Mr. Descartes spoke, he took out a book "Introduction to Analysis Methods" from the bookshelf and placed it in front of Descartes. He pointed it with his finger on it and said, "This is Mr. Veda's most important academic work. If you don't understand it, you can ask me."

After saying that, he touched Little Descartes' head and went out tremblingly.

When the cold fog in Paris gradually faded, some new buds grew on the sycamore trees. Spring came, and the gray city of Paris gradually became more colorful.

Zhang Liang and Qiao Yong stood in front of a window, watching Mr. Descartes holding Emily in one hand and Little Descartes walking past their window in a half-black cloak, behind them, followed Bella and a strong male servant.

Qiao Yong pointed to the old Mr. Descartes walking in the middle and said, "Didn't you say he can't survive this winter?"

Zhang Liang grabbed his forehead and said, "I sent someone to ask the doctor who treated Mr. Descartes, and they all said Mr. Descartes could not live through this winter."

Qiao Yong said expressionlessly: "Are you referring to the doctors wearing crow's mouths?"

Zhang Liang spread his hands and said, "Is there any other doctor?"

Qiao Yong slapped Zhang Liang on the shoulder and said angrily: "The doctors are the best at treating living people, not saving patients! You should have heard of the foreign affairs officer we hired and were killed by the doctor, right?"

Zhang Liang shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it."

Qiao Yong sighed and said, "Bavel is a good person, a real good person. He spared no effort when he was helping us. After returning from a mission in the UK, he accidentally suffered a stroke.

I kindly issued the order to save Bavel at all costs, and the result was that the doctor made a good man die.”

Zhang Liang said in confusion: "How can a doctor torture a person to death?"

Qiao Yong sneered and said, "You are so rare and strange. Let me tell you how the twelve master doctors found by Bavel's wife treated him. You will understand why I said that.

I paid a lot of money, and Bavel's wife found the twelve doctors in France, and these doctors with superb medical skills were not vague, so they came up and bleeded Bavel!

They cut off Baville's blood vessels and placed a pound of one and a half pounds of blood. Then they gave Baville a large dose of vomiting medicine that could make people vomit."

Zhang Liang glared at Qiao Yong and said, "Really?"

Qiao Yong snorted, "Of course it's true, do you think this is over?"

The doctors used a potion made of "healthy substances" such as fennel, cinnamon, cardamom, violet, beetroot and salt, and then used this potion that I don't know what it does to give Bavel several enemas, and it took five days! And it would be enema every two hours!"

"Damn!" Zhang Liang's eyes were about to protrude.

Qiao Yong sneered and said, "Do you think this is over? Because we are rich, the doctors are very enthusiastic about their work. They grind the skull cut from the corpse into powder, mixed it with laxatives, and then drink it for Bavel, so that Bavel can pull out the force directly.

How could Baville recover from this superb medical skill? He was lucky if he didn't die directly, but the doctors didn't think so. They thought it would be possible to use external treatment. So after the doctors covered Baville's whole body with hot plaster, they shaved Baville's hair and used a red soldering iron to perm the baville's scalp.

Bavel's wife Lola was determined to save Bavel, so she invited a more skilled bird-beak doctor. The doctor believed that the disease was all in Bavel's head, so they deliberately burned bubbles on their heads and squeezed out the blood bubbles!

At the same time, the doctors also applied pigeon feces on the soles of Bavel's feet to guide the disease to "fly away" from the feet...

In addition, the doctors also stuffed sneezing powder into Baville's nostrils, allowing him to sneeze constantly, hoping to spray the disease out of his nose..."

"How is Bavel?" Zhang Liang said expressionlessly.

"I, Baville's wife and a group of doctors united in broad daylight to torture the poor Baville to death." Qiao Yong said with lingering fear.

"Boss, we need a doctor, a real doctor. In addition, before our doctor arrives, if I get seriously ill, please don't ask me for a doctor. I would rather die of illness than be tortured by the doctor."

Qiao Yong smiled and said, "I think so too, but your plan has obviously failed. Have you seen that damn Mr. Descartes actually rode a horse and took those two children with him..."
Chapter completed!