Before today, it was almost impossible for Edward to imagine that an 18-year-old surgeon and a 28-year-old opera writer could talk and laugh happily at a messy masquerade party.

Especially Kawei, who usually doesn't chat with others, actually discusses love with others.

At first glance, it sounds like the two have completely different attitudes towards love. Cavell chatted enthusiastically, but still refused Bizet's request to compose an opera based on him.

This was obviously a spur-of-the-moment suggestion, and Bizet admitted that he was impulsive. However, this impulse was not without reason. After all, the first opera he composed was called "The Family of Medicine" and he won the first prize for that operetta.

The name of the opera is "Doctor Caramil", which is all related to doctors.

The only pity is that the former is a family comedy, while the latter is a love story, and there are no medical scenes.

Edward didn't understand why the two of them could chat so happily at first, but later he seemed to understand from another angle, because except for their different understandings of love, they were very similar in other aspects.

Both are workaholics, both live a very simple life, and both are geniuses who have already become famous when they were young. If you want to find out the difference between the two, it is probably the pipe dangling from Bizet's mouth.

.

From the moment they met, the pipe was stuck to his mouth and kept spitting out smoke.

He was addicted to smoking to such an extent that it exceeded that of most people Kawei had ever met.

Of course, Kawei doesn't like talking to strangers, even if he is a very famous playwright. The reason why we have reached this point in the conversation is that smoking is a very important opportunity.

He had never met Bizet, and he didn't recognize his face but he definitely knew his name. He also knew about his masterpiece "Carmen" and his untimely death when he left the world before the age of 40.

The former mentioned a very important auction, and Carvey was very interested. Although under the leadership of Edward, he could enter and exit all legal places in Paris at will, he still had to pay for it out of his own pocket. At this time, the bank needed to come forward and provide financial assistance.

I got some necessary help myself.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm not making trouble." Shebasto's eyes and smile changed completely, becoming more sarcastic, "Salana's performance last night was so successful, but she left in such a hurry.

It turns out it is. Haha! I think, ah! I think, we should celebrate for her, don’t you think so?"

Kawei also laughed, but he didn't know what to say. His soul was already over 60 years old at least, and he had been focused on medicine in his last life. Without this appeal, it would only be more serious now.

He met many people before the dance ended.

"Maybe."

"Have you had enough trouble?!"

Including but not limited to the deputy governor of the Bank of France, the police chief, two local judges, some lawyers and many civil servants whose names he could not name, and of course many colleagues. Even Kavey, who is unwilling to socialize, knows that

There's no harm in making friends with them.

Rectify?

Kawei also had times when he rushed forward desperately, but when his body really had problems, it was useless to regret it.

For the respiratory tract, tobacco burning will never produce positive feedback. The reason why people think that smoking makes people cough less is because nicotine paralyzes the nerves.

What Kavi heard was the original meaning, because he didn't know Sarana's true occupation, and he didn't see Sarana get into Edward's carriage. And what Edward heard must have another meaning. The object of celebration changed from "the performance was successful."

"" became "to go hastily" and became a derogatory term.

"For such a long time, it seems that tobacco has not played a big role." Kawei listened to his coughing from time to time and said, "It means that the original disease still exists."

Among them, the ones that concerned him the most were Bank Vice President Slang and Police Chief Sebasto.

"How long has it been?"

Seeing that he was pushing further, Edward could only continue to declare his sovereignty: "Don't you look up and see who I am?"

Edward helped Sarana up, and then stood up himself. While tying up his tie and white shirt, he looked at the white gloves in his pocket: "Mr. Director, you are drunk, why don't you go back first?"

Bar."

"how long?"

Kawei smiled and joked: "I don't think it's a big problem. The operating theater in Vienna is still open to the public, just like Paris 20 years ago."

And the latter.

"Director, how is the action tonight?" Kawei was already asking for help, so he could only take the initiative to raise the red wine glass and ask.

"Doctor Kawei, don't worry, if there is really a messy guy, my men will never let him go."

"good."

Kawei didn't know the specific purpose of the note.

Since the problem had already occurred before smoking, it means that tobacco may not be the main cause. A small twist in the diagnosis, as well as curiosity about the diagnosis results, caused some changes in Kawei's mood that were difficult for outsiders to detect.

Sebasto patted his chest, poured half a glass of brandy into his mouth smoothly, and then breathed out the heavy smell of alcohol drunkenly: "Anyway, your queen will arrive in Paris in a few days. Things...

Things all came together, and we just happened to go out and sort things out.”

Bizet didn't care about this.

"What did the doctor say? What's the problem?"

"In order to find inspiration." Bizet said with a smile, "To praise the love of doctors, it must be the love of doctors!"

Kavi:???

"Um, I mean, is she married?"

"That's good."

"Yes, it was quite uncomfortable at the time." Bizet coughed twice more as he spoke, cleared his throat, and corrected his crooked voice, "But it's better now, at least it won't affect my creation.

.”

At the masquerade party, Kawei did not dance, nor did he wear any mask to cover his face. The central carnival dance floor, the surrounding seats for resting, and the flirting bar had nothing to do with him. From the beginning to the end, he stayed with Bizet and Edward.

In the private room upstairs.

Fortunately, Sarana reacted quickly, stood up gracefully, and then sat on her lover's lap, avoiding this unnecessary trouble.

"Well, I will ask Mr. Edward to help me find a seat. It doesn't need to be too far forward. I can't read it anyway." Bizet suddenly stopped writing, and the smooth score was stuck in the final stage, which made him endure.

He couldn't help but frowned, "I hope Professor Hujir won't scold me if he finds out."

He didn't want the genius in front of him to make the same mistake again, so he suggested: "Although tobacco is a good recreational drug, it may also be toxic. If you have time, I suggest you go to the hospital for a check-up."

He chose to make a tentative inquiry in the tone of a doctor, leading the topic from love and opera to tobacco, and then hoped to persuade him as a friend: "Mr. Bizet, you seem to have been coughing, is it your throat?"

Not feeling well?"

The two people's chatting topics went round and round and finally returned to the beginning: "I guess since she has a child, she is most likely married, but I don't know if she truly loves each other. It is still too difficult to have free love these days.

Already."

Bizet took off his pipe and looked at Kavi: "So why does a young and promising medical genius like you have no love? Look at Professor Sedillo, who got married at the age of 22 after graduating from medical school. Hugier seems to be 25 years old.

Those who fall in love at the age of 19 and get married at the age of 24 are not geniuses."

As he spoke, he forgot that there was an Edward sitting next to the girl, and couldn't help but lean his whole body into her arms.

Kawei asked tentatively, always hinting that his doctors were not too outrageous, but in the end he found that he was still too optimistic. The physician believed that Bizet's throat discomfort was caused by the dry and hot weather in Italy in the summer and the unseasonable weather.

related to the diet structure.

Kawei was shocked by his gossip: "How do you know so clearly?"

"That's good"

Bizet stopped writing and recalled some things that happened when he went to Rome for further study: "In 1957, I won the Rome Composition Prize. I went there to study for three years. I was living in Naples at the time. In 1959, I returned to China to find a doctor at the Palazzo Duomo Hospital. I stayed there for seven years.

Alright."

Many people say that Bizet's death was related to the failure of the premiere of "Carmen" because he died in depression after not being recognized by the audience. However, when encountering changes in his prime, most people become crazy or choose to commit suicide. It is true that he died suddenly and violently.

Far-fetched.

"I see you cough whenever you smoke a pipe. It will feel better if you stop."

Who could have imagined that things would turn out like this now.

"So." Kawei saw that he was still immersed in his music and had no intention of talking about his cough. He really didn't want to disturb him, so he just asked, "Mr. Bizet, will you come to see tomorrow's surgery?"

Of course, only women's troubles are avoided, and men's troubles are just about to begin.

If the new female star hadn't tried her best to dissuade her, Edward's gloves might have hit that person's face.

Listening to the fallacy stated by Kawei in a serious manner, Bizet disagreed: "Dr. Kawei, I sincerely admire your professionalism, but your view on love is just like what you just said. They can even do twice as stupid things.

Fearless, isn't this kind of love worth writing down a musical score for the world to praise from generation to generation?"

"Did you feel uncomfortable in your throat before you smoked?" Kawei immediately determined the location of Bizet's disease.

"Probably." Kawei said, "I am only responsible for surgery. As long as it does not affect the diagnosis and treatment of the disease, I don't care about the patient's life."

When that time comes, there is really no room for change.

"He suggested that I move back to Paris as soon as possible and eat regular French food every day. After completing the above two points, he suggested that I try smoking some tobacco, saying that it could relieve the discomfort in my throat." Bizet finished speaking and gave himself some advice.

After taking a bite, "It felt a little uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it. Every bite relaxed my throat."

"Who?" Sebasto threw away his hand, shook twice and finally stood firm, and then he saw clearly, "Hey, isn't this Ambassador Edward? He came back from, from that place called Vienna.

,At once."

He wasn't worried about Mick. As long as this guy didn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, he was basically invincible in Paris. This massive food transport team alone was enough to demonstrate his status.
To be continued...