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A black vortex appeared in front of Zhu Jishi's eyes, like a rapidly expanding black hole, spinning and swallowing him in one gulp. Zhu Jishi struggled hard, but could not get rid of it. His consciousness quickly became blurred and he gradually lost consciousness.

When Zhu Jishi opened his eyes again, he found that he was lying on a soft grass, with warm sunlight shining on his body, and the smell of green grass floating in the air.

He raised his head and suddenly felt dizzy, and his mind was in chaos. Wasn't he sitting on the flight to Shanghai with his girlfriend? Why was he lying on the grass? Could it be that the plane crashed!?

Zhu Jishi sat up suddenly and found that Ye Yiren's backpack was still between his legs, and he was holding a hard stone in the palm of his right hand, which was the jade pendant engraved with dragon patterns. In front of him was a beautiful scene.

There is a lawn, and a little further away there is a small forest and a few buildings. The style of the buildings seems to be European.

Zhu Jishi's heart suddenly thumped. Isn't it the cold winter in January? Europe is a land of ice and snow, how can there be warm sunshine and green grass? The temperature is at least ten degrees Celsius...

What on earth is going on? Is this the time travel that Ye Yiren always talks about? This is incredible!

He stood up hesitantly and stretched his limbs. Fortunately, he was not injured, so he picked up his backpack and looked around.

Suddenly, two crisp gunshots broke the tranquility around him. Zhu Jishi suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the gunshots. He saw a few dozen people standing just a few dozen meters away from him, wearing strange clothes.

The foreigners were three men and one woman. Two of the three men were wearing bright red military uniforms, as if they were the British Royal Guards in front of Buckingham Palace. Moreover, they each held a pistol in their hands, which was still the same simple style.

The old-fashioned muskets were no more than ten meters apart from each other. The muzzles of the guns were pointed at each other, and there was a faint smoke coming out.

There was another man, an old man with a somewhat wretched appearance. He was wearing a suit with the same weird style and a box on his shoulder. He was looking stunned with his mouth open. He didn't know it was because of Zhu Jishi's sudden appearance.

, or the "shooting incident" that just happened.

But among the four foreigners, the one that caught Zhu Jishi’s attention the most was the foreign girl! It wasn’t because of the physiological reaction of opposites attracting each other, although the appearance of this foreign girl was indeed outstanding. She had fair skin, beautifully carved facial features, and her hair hung down like waves.

She has long blond hair and a pair of big sky blue eyes - the combination of these features is of course a pleasing beauty. If you meet such a girl on the Mannheim campus, and Ye Yiren

If he happened not to be around, Zhu Jishi would definitely not be able to help but come up to chat with him for a few words. If the conversation was successful, he would even ask for his phone number or something...

But now, Zhu Jishi, who had just arrived here from a high-speed passenger plane, had absolutely no intention of picking up girls. What caught his eye was actually the foreign girl's dress, which exposed her slender neck.

She wore a light yellow long skirt with a low neckline and a full bust, and the hem of the skirt was held up with something. It looked like a wedding dress worn only when getting married.

Could it be that someone was taking wedding photos? But where was the photographer? Just when he was wondering, a howling like a slaughtering pig rang out, and he was speaking in English or with a serious Oxford accent.

"Oh, God! I've been shot! I'm dying...Isabelle, I'm dying, give me one last kiss!"

The one who howled was one of the two men in red. He was a short and fat guy, weighing 180 pounds instead of 200 pounds. He stood there like a wall of flesh. I saw this guy covering his hands.

There was still blood flowing from his big belly and fingers, but it wasn't too much. From Zhu Jishi's doctor's point of view, it shouldn't be fatal.

Isabel was the name of the foreign girl. When she heard the fat man's scream, she turned her eyes away from the sudden appearance of the uninvited guest, Zhu Jishi, and turned to the fat man's big belly. Then she shouted in an exaggerated tone: "God

Ah, Robert was shot! He was shot! Will, you killed him..."

There was a pop, and the fat man who had been shot fell on his back, as if he was really going to die. The little old man carrying the box next to the foreign girl quickly ran to the fat man and squatted down. The man in red who shot the murder——

This is a handsome young man, with brown hair, tall, blue eyes, and a few freckles on the high bridge of his nose - this young man named Will is probably the first time he has shot someone, and he fell down when he saw the fat man.

After falling down, he became a little panicked. He ran to the fat man and just stood there blankly.

"Countess, Mr. Churchill is dying. He was shot in the abdomen! What should we do? Mr. Churchill is going to die..."

The little old man deftly took out a pair of scissors from the box, skillfully cut open the fat man's red military uniform and the shirt underneath. He looked at the bleeding wound on his big belly and started yelling.

.

Hearing the surname "Churchill", the corner of Zhu Jishi's mouth twitched, wondering if this fat man could be a descendant of the British Prime Minister during World War II... It shouldn't be him!? He took a closer look and found that this fat man and

Prime Minister Churchill looks a bit similar, but he is fatter than that Churchill. When he falls on the ground, he looks like a mountain of meat. If that Isabel is a beautiful white swan, then this one is just like a swan that wants to eat meat.

Fat bullfrog.

After confirming that the fat man was really going to die, Isabel, whom the old man called "Countess", took out a silk handkerchief from somewhere and wiped it on her face twice. There were two teardrops swaying in her big eyes.

Kneeling next to Roshan, the fat man, he began to cry.

"Kiss me again, Isabel, my dear, kiss me again."

Although the fat man was breathing more and less, his lustful heart seemed not dead yet, and he kept asking for a kiss. But his sweetheart just shed tears and had no intention of offering her lips.

"Hey, hey, hey, should you send this fat man to the hospital for rescue?" Seeing the somewhat chaotic scene in front of him, Zhu Jishi forgot about his situation for a moment and couldn't help but remind him.

"What's the use of going to the hospital? I'm the best doctor in England who treats gunshot wounds! Mr. Churchill was shot in the abdomen. No one in the world can save him." The old man looked back at Zhu Jishi and frowned: "You

A Tatar? Where do you come from?"

"Tatars?" Zhu Jishi glared at the old man, pointed at the fat man lying on the ground who had more air coming out than taking in air, and said: "Just open the knife and take out the bullet. The bullet must not have hurt the vital part, otherwise it will not only be there."

There’s blood.”

"Operate? God! You want to cut open his belly? Is this how you Tatars treat wounds?"

"Why do you call me Tatar...wait a minute," Zhu Jishi seemed to have remembered something, "Excuse me, what time is it now?"

"It's about one o'clock in the afternoon." The old man replied smoothly.

"What day is it?"

"September 15th," the old man frowned and emphasized: "September 15th, 1842!"

"What, in 1842, was there really such a thing as time travel!?"

Zhu Jishi covered his forehead and groaned in pain. Although his head was in chaos, everything around him reminded him that this was no longer the era he was in, and he would probably never go back to it.

The original life trajectory has improved.

After reciting the year "1842" in a low voice several times, the word "Qing Dynasty" appeared in Zhu Jishi's mind. Although he is not a history buff, he also knows that China should be the right one now.

For the working people, it was a dark time during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty, and the Opium War, which knocked on China's closed door and turned China into a semi-feudal and semi-colonial country, may have just ended. In about eight more years, not even a scholar will be able to

Hong Xiuquan, a native of Huaxian County, Guangdong, who failed the exam, was about to start a Taiping Revolution that almost overthrew the Qing Dynasty! In other words, a turbulent era was coming soon!

But this doesn’t seem to have much to do with me. I am a graduate of medical school, not a seminary, or a seminary. It seems that there is no future for me to follow Master Hong...

"But...where is this place?"

Zhu Jishi thought that this was definitely not China.

"This is Oxfordshire."

Oh, it's England. I traveled through Europe. Although I'm not exactly at the same place, I'm not too far away. But this result is not too bad. I really wish I could have appeared in the land of the Qing Dynasty with this dignity.

, I guess before I can accomplish anything great, I will have to have my head chopped off by officers and soldiers just because there is no pig tail on the back of my head!

And even if you don't cut off your head, what can you do in the Qing Dynasty? Be a bandit? Although I am not small and have a few pounds of strength, but after all, I have not practiced and don't know the rules of the world. I'm afraid this bandit can't do it.

Buying and selling? Haha, I have nothing, and I may not even be able to raise the capital to set up a stall to sell meat! Do you want to stay in your old profession and become a doctor? My grandfather is a traditional Chinese medicine doctor, and the name "Zhu Jishi" was also given to him by his old man.

Yes, I also learned some knowledge about traditional Chinese medicine when I was a child. However, I definitely didn’t even know how to feel the pulse. How can I practice traditional Chinese medicine? As for the ability of Western medicine, it was only available in Europe and America in 1842. Now it is directly

Just wearing it in Europe saves a lot of effort.
Chapter completed!