sovbooks Chapter 25 From Rome to Genoa
Chapter 25 From Rome to Genoa
Rome was once the center of the world—that was before the Common Era, of course.
Rome in 1878 was nothing but ancient!
To the world, Rome is nothing more than an ancient city forgotten by mankind.
The next morning, after shoveling coal all night, he finally arrived in Marinho, Rome, finally free from the fate of being a mule. However, after leaving the station, he was bewildered. Standing in the square, he looked around, and a thought flashed through his mind.
"What do we do next?"
Without money, how can we conduct interviews? What will we eat? Where will we stay?
"Damn it, is this a test from God?"
Marinho, standing in the square, was covered in coal dust and had coal slag in his hair, making him stand out from the well-dressed people around him.
He touched his pocket—it was cleaner than a dog could lick.
At this moment, the city was not yet fully awake, but the bright sunshine enveloped the entire city, shining on the ancient Egyptian obelisk, which was tens of meters high, in the center of the square, giving it a faint golden glow.
In the penthouse suite of a luxury hotel on the edge of the square, morning light streamed through the lace curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting dappled patterns of light on the velvet carpeted floor.
A dark-haired woman, dressed in a simple off-white spaghetti strap dress, her long, jet-black hair loosely tied back with a few wisps falling beside her neck, made her skin appear even whiter. She walked lightly into the restaurant.
As soon as she sat down, several servants placed breakfast in front of her. While the servants prepared breakfast, she reached out and picked up a neatly folded newspaper from the silver tray—her fingers could still feel the lingering warmth of the iron, the marks left by the servants who had ironed it that morning.
She drank her milk while unfolding the newspaper, looking more like the head of the household than a man would normally read the newspaper while having breakfast.
My gaze quickly fell on the bold headline on the front page, where the news was striking: Academician Salvador of the House of Forty once again pointed out that fever therapy for syphilis is against common medical sense.
Looking at the bolded words "violates medical common sense," a very faint smile appeared on her lips, and she murmured to herself, her voice as soft as a sigh:
"Medical common sense...is it impossible for it to improve?"
The news not only introduced Academician Salvador's rebuttal of fever therapy, but also specifically mentioned the "common sense" he mentioned - most syphilis patients will have a fever in their lifetime, but are they cured?
This question made her frown, and a sense of doubt welled up in her heart:
"Is this fever therapy really ineffective?"
If someone else were to object, perhaps no one would care, but this is El Salvador, an academician of the House of Forty!
The Academy of Forty is one of Italy's oldest national academies of sciences, its name derived from the initial vision of "bringing together forty of Italy's most outstanding scientists." It is not only a symbol of Italian scientific unity, but its members are also among Italy's most distinguished scholars.
El Salvador is a leading scientist in the field of medicine.
But upon seeing his statement refusing to conduct experiments on "fever therapy," the woman still let out a low chuckle, her tone tinged with sarcasm:
"Honestly, as one of Italy's top medical scientists, why don't you conduct experiments yourself and prove it with experiments? Why make judgments based solely on common sense?"
Clearly, even as a woman, she has her own unique perspective on science.
After saying that, she picked up the hot milk in her hand, took a sip, and continued to scan downwards, quickly being attracted by another headline—"Fever Treatment Takes Effect."
This news article was also related to the front page, but compared to Academician Salvador's fame, it was very brief, summarizing the core message in just a few words: Rome's First Hospital cured more than 50 syphilis patients using fever therapy, but some patients unfortunately died during the treatment due to malaria infection.
She slowly put down the milk glass, nodded gently, and whispered:
"Although there will be deaths, at least it's effective, which is better than being helpless. This result will probably make Academician El Salvador very uncomfortable."
She casually flipped through the newspaper while elegantly enjoying her breakfast, the sunlight falling on her pretty profile, making her appear even more focused.
Just then, footsteps sounded, and a slightly older woman dressed in a dark maid's dress walked up to her with her head bowed, her voice respectful and soft:
"Madam, the train tickets to Genoa have been booked. The train departs at 11:00 AM. When shall we leave?"
The Duchess didn't even look up, her gaze still fixed on the lines of the newspaper, and asked calmly:
"So, have you notified them yet?"
The older woman gently shook her head, still bowing her head as she replied, her tone unwaveringly respectful:
"As you instructed, we have made contact with them."
The duchess then raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the morning light outside the window and landing on the distant obelisk. After a moment, she nodded gently.
"How's the investigation going over there?"
"We didn't find much information about the person Mr. Renato recommended... Also, there seem to be some problems with the company's accounts."
"Catherine, it seems we have no choice but to go to Genoa."
After Catherine withdrew, the Duchess murmured to herself:
"Okay, hopefully this trip will be fruitful."
Thinking of Genoa, her brows furrowed again. She murmured to herself:
"Genoa, hopefully it will bring some good news. That place... surely it won't only have that 'magical Louis'!"
……
While treating people and spreading kindness, Liu Yide was unaware that he had become famous in Italy to some extent.
Its fame spread from Genoa in northern Italy all the way to Rome.
However, no one can ever have too much fame.
Just like gratitude, at this moment, the instant I entered the ward, all around me were sounds of gratitude.
"Merciful Mr. Louis, thank you for your kindness!"
"Oh, Mr. Louis, may God bless you!"
……
The outpouring of gratitude is touching, though it is also very inexpensive, but for ordinary people, it is the only thing they can give.
The patients in this ward are different from the VIP patients in private rooms. They are all ordinary people, including sailors, dockworkers, shipyard workers, and factory workers. In short, they are all ordinary working people.
They and their families had suffered from illness, but now they have the opportunity to be cured.
Even though it was just an opportunity, they were still willing to seize it.
Compared to the beginning, these patients are now even more grateful to Liu Yi, because everyone knows that Federico's clinic is now a place where important people line up to see him.
But ordinary people like them can receive treatment here.
How could one not be grateful?
All of this was thanks to Liu Yide's kindness. He specially arranged for two large wards to be set aside for ordinary patients. Moreover, he would make rounds here every few days.
"God bless you, Mr. Louis."
When Andrea saw Liu Yide, he once again expressed his gratitude to him. He was just an ordinary shipyard worker, but God bless him, he was able to receive treatment from Mr. Louis.
"How is it, Andrea? How's the recovery going?"
Liu Yide asked.
"I'm recovering very well; I feel like I'm fully recovered."
"It's good that you've recovered. By the way, how's your stomach? Do you have any burning or other unusual sensations?"
The reason Liu Yide asked this question was because... aspirin was also used in their treatment. This drug needs to be tested within a certain scope. After all, drugs always require more extensive testing.
Especially now that the purity of aspirin has not been resolved, its side effects on the human body naturally need to be determined through extensive testing.
"I'm just feeling a little unwell, it's alright, Mr. Louis."
Andrea quickly replied, and to show that there was nothing wrong with his stomach, he emphasized that he had a great appetite today.
Others echoed this sentiment, especially their families, who expressed their gratitude once again. Liu Yide was deeply moved, for such simple gratitude is often the most touching.
After collecting the data, Liu Yide walked out of the ward, the words of gratitude still echoing in his ears. Actually, being a doctor isn't so bad!
The thought flashed through Liu Yide's mind, but he quickly dismissed it. He shook his head—he couldn't let these emotions cloud his judgment.
"Become a doctor? No, you're destined for great things. How can you let the medical profession limit your development? Doctor, Verdemirro is a very good doctor!..."
Thinking this to himself, Liu Yide once again turned his gaze to Ferdemiro. Compared to his perfunctory approach when he came to check on patients, or merely showing his face, Ferdemiro was a true doctor. He would always ask about the patient's condition in great detail.
That's what makes a competent doctor.
And you... are not a doctor.
After a moment of internal struggle, Liu Yide shook his head and thought to himself:
"No, I need to talk to Alessandro more often. If I spend all my time with Federico, he'll corrupt me sooner or later. I'm a descendant of the dragon, my will is unwavering, and that absolutely cannot be shaken!"
But what has Alessandro been doing these past few days?
At this time of day, he would usually have already arrived to deliver new VIP patients.
Could it be that Alessandro doesn't want to improve anymore?
At this moment, Liu Yide, unusually, missed him!
"This guy hasn't been here for a few days..."
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