Chapter 95 Zhang Liang, who failed completely

Early in the morning, Monsieur Descartes struggled to get up from his bed, and he could hear the sound of bones rubbing against each other, and this time he did not invite Bella to help him up, but got up a little by himself, slowly.

Just this morning, Monsieur Descartes did not look at the plane tree outside the window, nor at the birds in the tree, nor did he have anything to do with the existence of the colorful spire of Notre Dame Cathedral in the distance, and he now only wanted to urge the lazy Bella to prepare milk, bread, and butter before the children got up...... No, the child is still young and should eat a little more cabbage......

Forcibly dropping his leg under the bed, Mr. Descartes tried to put on soft shoes, but his legs were so stiff that he tried several times but did not put them on.

The door to his bedroom opened, and a little girl with pale yellow hair rubbing her eyes entered, and first held on to the door and watched as Mr. Descartes tried to put on her shoes, and after a while, she came running up and squatted on the ground to help Mr. Descartes put on his soft shoes.

"You're useless, I can put on my own shoes."

Mr. Descartes' heart warmed so much that he looked down at little Emily and said, "I'll learn it tomorrow." ”

After speaking, he slid off the bed, barely stood firm on the ground, and reached out a hand to Emily, Emily naturally took her grandfather's hand, and the child's hand was in her hand, like holding a piece of soft grease, one old and one young, and staggered out of the bedroom.

Little Descartes sat at the edge of the table, his waist straight, and Bella kept bringing the freshly cooked food to the table.

"Emily, sit back in your seat, don't move, and follow the rules."

Little Descartes scolded little Emily, and then walked over and helped old Mr. Descartes to wash.

Old Descartes looked at Emily, who was aggrieved and pursed her mouth, and then looked at little Descartes with a serious face and said, "As an older brother, you are too strict with her." ”

"If she can't become a lady, no matter how much I give her a dowry in the future, she won't be able to find a wishful husband."

"Ho Ho ......"

Old Monsieur Descartes let out a strange laugh, and he swore that it was the funniest joke he had ever heard in his life, and that the funniest thing was that the kid who told the joke was serious and seemed to be serious.

When he had finished washing, old Mr. Descartes sat down in a chair in the middle, looked at the salted pork and the two fried eggs that were still rustling after being fried, and pushed the milk in front of him to little Descartes without milk, and said, "You should drink more, my child." ”

"I've grown up, that's what my mom said."

Little Descartes pushed the warm milk back in front of his grandfather and said in an unquestioning voice: "You are too weak. ”

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

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

After speaking, he followed the example of an adult to butter his bread, took a hard bite, and stuffed the salted pork slices on the plate into his mouth, crunching his bite.

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

"Ho Ho ......"

Old Monsieur Descartes laughed again, and he felt that in half an hour he had laughed more than he had laughed in his life.

"We forgot to pray!" Bella reminded in a whisper.

"Ever since my mom died, I didn't believe in God." This time Descartes heard the anger in Descartes' words of little refuge.

"Why, my child, God is just."

"If he had been just, when my mother was dying, I prayed to God countless times, begged God countless times to leave my mother, and my mother was gone anyway and was taken away by God."

"It's different, my child, human birth, old age, sickness and death are a regular thing, it's not that God has taken her, but that her time has come, and it's time to go to God.

In the future, all of us will end up in the arms of God. ”

"No—" Little Descartes put down the half-eaten bread and left the table and went back to his room.

Mr. Descartes looked sadly at the door that little Descartes had closed and said to Bella, "This child has been badly wounded. ”

Bella nodded and said, "Young Master Descartes is a very good boy, and he helped me get milk in the morning, do you want me to ask him out to continue eating?" ”

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

Seeing that Emily was about to cry again, Mr. Descartes came to Emily and soothed the child while she tried to eat...... Before, he didn't have much appetite, but today, he forced himself to finish that meal.

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

Knocking on the door of Descartes Jr., Béla brought breakfast, Monsieur Descartes closed the door, Descartes Jr. ate in silence, but Monsieur Descartes saw a few pages of manuscript paper on the desk.

I picked it up and looked at it, and found that there were letters in the middle of the number equation, so I smiled and said, "Formula Veda? Do you like math? ”

Little Descartes looked at Mr. Descartes with admiration and said, "Mother said that you are the greatest mathematician in the world, and there is no one. ”

"Ho ......ho Your mother is right! ”

Mr. Descartes was a humble man, and he was usually angry when others said such things, but, for some reason, when his little grandson said this, the old Mr. Descartes felt that it was no longer right.

"Vedda's mathematics is only the shallow part of the ocean of mathematics, his focus is on the Theory of Analysis, how to be good at using certain methods to solve problems, to be honest, his theory still has a lot of room for expansion, in this point, your grandfather and I are at the forefront.

Child, as long as you continue to study, one day, you will be in the same vein as your grandfather and mine.

Before that, though, you should take a look at the book. ”

As he spoke, Mr. Descartes took out a copy of "Introduction to Analytical Methods" from the bookshelf and put it in front of little Descartes, pointed at it with his finger and said: "This is the most important academic work of Mr. Veda, you can ask me if you don't understand it." ”

After speaking, he touched the head of little Descartes and went out tremblingly.

When the cold fog of Paris gradually receded, some new shoots grew on the plane trees, and spring arrived, and the gray city of Paris gradually took on some color.

Zhang Liang and Qiao Yong stood in front of a window, watching the old Mr. Descartes walk past their window with Emily in one hand and little Descartes in a half-black cloak in the other, and behind them, followed by Bella and a sturdy manservant.

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

Zhang Liang scratched his head and said, "I sent people to ask the doctors who treated Mr. Descartes, and they all said that Mr. Descartes would not survive this winter. ”

Qiao Yong said expressionlessly, "You mean those doctors with crow's beaks?" ”

Zhang Liang spread his hands and said, "Are there any other doctors?" ”

Qiao Yong slapped Zhang Liang on the shoulder and said angrily: "Those doctors are best at treating the living, not rescuing the sick!" You've probably heard the story of the foreign officer we hired who was killed by a doctor, right? ”

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

Qiao Yong sighed and said: "Pavel is a good person, a really good person, he spares no effort when helping us, and after returning from a mission to England, he accidentally suffered a stroke.

I graciously gave the order to save Pavel at all costs, and it turned out that it was this order that caused the doctor to toss a good man to death. ”

Zhang Liang was puzzled and said, "How can a doctor torture people to death?" ”

Qiao Yong sneered and said, "You are too rare and strange, tell me how the twelve clever doctors who were found by Pavel's wife treated him, and you will understand why I said that."

I paid a lot of money, and Pavel's wife found twelve of the most brilliant doctors in France, and these highly skilled doctors were not ambiguous, and they bled Pavel when they came up!

They cut Pavel's blood vessels, released a pound and a half of blood, and then poured Pavel with a large dose of vomiting medicine. ”

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

Qiao Yong snorted and said, "Of course it's true, do you think this is the end?"

The doctors made a potion of "beneficial substances" such as fennel, cinnamon, cardamom, violets, beetroot, and salt, and then used this agent to give Pavel multiple enemas for five days! And every two hours, you have to get an enema! ”

"it!" Zhang Liang's eyes were about to bulge.

Qiao Yong sneered and said, "You think this is the end?" Because we had money, the doctors were very enthusiastic about their work, and they used the skulls cut from the corpses to grind into powder, mixed them with laxatives, and then gave Pavel to drink, so that Pavel pulled off directly.

How could Pavel be cured under such superb medical skills? Not dying directly is a big life, but the doctors don't think so, they think that it needs to be combined with external treatment, so the doctors shaved Pavel's hair and permed Pavel's scalp several times with a red-hot soldering iron after applying hot plaster all over his body.

Pavel's wife, Lola, was bent on saving Pavel from life, and brought in a more clever bird's beak doctor, who believed that the disease was all in Pavel's head, so they deliberately burned the blisters on his head, and then squeezed out the blood bubbles!

At the same time, the doctors also smeared pigeon droppings on the soles of Pavel's feet to guide the disease to "fly away" from his feet......

In addition to this, the doctors also stuffed Pavel's nostrils with sneeze powder and made him sneeze constantly in the hope of squirting the disease out of his nose......"

"How's Pavel doing?" Zhang Liang said expressionlessly.

"I, Pavel's wife, and a group of doctors joined forces to torture poor Pavel to death in broad daylight." Qiao Yong's heart palpitated.

"Boss, we need a doctor, a real doctor, and besides, if I am seriously ill before our doctor arrives, please don't call me a doctor, I would rather die of illness than be tortured to death by a doctor."

Qiao Yong smiled and said: "I think so too, but your plan obviously failed, did you see it, that damn Mr. Descartes actually rode a horse, and took those two children with him......"