An Ning was taken by Mirabeau to see what he called a very good doctor.
To be honest, An Ning has some fears about doctors of this era. After all, Pasteur had not been born yet and humans did not have microbiology, so medicine was a purely empirical medicine.
At this time, Western medicine is simply synonymous with being anti-intellectual. When you are in doubt, you should first bleed. If your wound becomes infected while you are bleeding, causing the bleeding hole to become suppurative, and if you have a fever, the doctor will tell you that this means that the bloodletting is effective.
Yes, doctors in this era are so "well-trained".
Therefore, in this era, whether you can recover after getting sick depends on whether your destiny is strong enough. It is quite impressive to think that people in this era can live a long life.
However, the doctor recommended by Mirabeau was quite powerful. He actually washed An Ning's wounds with wine. An Ning couldn't help but ask why he did this. The doctor replied: "I don't know, wine was used at home when I was a child."
Washing the wound, my teacher said it was wrong to do this to prevent the wound from suppurating. He said that suppuration means that the body is changing for the better, but I always feel something is wrong. I don’t like suppuration in the wound.”
An Ning: "You are right, you are definitely the best doctor I have ever seen."
——Good guy, suppuration means that the body is changing in a good direction. You should deal with your own injuries in the future.
The doctor added: "However, it's okay if you don't treat your wound. It's very shallow and just a little bit of skin. I don't even know how you bleed so much."
No wonder the doctor was surprised. After all, An Ning was the chosen one who could "breathe back blood". When he came to the clinic, his wounds had healed a lot.
An Ning: "Maybe this is not my blood. During the duel just now, I stabbed my opponent in the heart and he spurted a lot of blood."
In fact, Reginald was not so exaggerated as spurting blood, but at this time, An Ning could only explain the large blood stains on his body in this way.
Mirabeau: "Now that the bandage is finished, let's go back to the Palais Royal. The news must have spread to every tavern in the Palais Royal. It is estimated that many people are waiting for your triumphant return."
An Ning nodded: "I also want to go home as soon as possible and change out of this bloody shirt."
So An Ning said goodbye to the doctor, and then took Mirabeau's carriage through Paris back to the Palais Royal.
As soon as he arrived at the public square of the Palais Royal, An Ning heard a newsboy shouting outside the car window: "Excuse me! The Duke's benefactor is actually the heir of a reclusive nobleman, and he defeated the duel king in Paris with family swordsmanship!"
An Ning frowned, thinking that the Dueling King of Paris probably refers to Reginald, who has won three duels and is quite famous in Paris social circles.
It's this "Duel King" title that sounds like a card guy who can summon the blue-eyed white dragon.
Mirapola opened the window and handed out a sou copper coin: "Here, give me an extra number."
"Take it!" the newsboy immediately thrust a newspaper into Mirabeau's hand.
While flipping through the newspaper, Mirabeau muttered: "Damn it, it's the work of that guy Varol. You defeated the nobles, but in the end, this guy made you into a hidden noble. These die-hards just don't admit it.
Common people can win against nobles!"
An Ning: "What would you say if you were to write it?"
"Me? I won't write this unless you are a woman." Mirabeau paused and added, "Or your opponent is a woman."
An Ning couldn't help but laugh. He really didn't expect that the guy who entered the Panthéon in France would turn out to be a pornographic writer who was drunk and flirting with women.
At this time the carriage stopped, and the coachman knocked on the front window of the carriage: "We are here, gentlemen."
When Mirabeau paid the coachman, An Ning opened the door and got off.
When he opened the door, he saw Mably making a speech not far away: "Gentlemen, just today, a cobbler's son defeated the son of a marquis who claimed to be proficient in swordsmanship in a duel. What does this mean? It means that civilians are no better than
Poor noble!
"And as a witness to the duel, I saw with my own eyes an angry noble accomplice who wanted to shoot a cobbler's son, but he made a fool of himself and the bullet slipped out of the barrel!
"This shows one thing, a waste does not stop being a waste just because he is a noble!
"What a noble can do, a commoner can do too! A noble can win three duels in a row, so can a commoner!"
An Ning was originally happy to hear this, but when he heard this, he lost his composure. Damn it, I almost had my throat cut off with a sword this time. I don't want to be the duel king in Paris.
Mirabeau also got out of the car at this time. He patted An Ning on the shoulder: "If Mably continues to preach, all the stupid sons of nobles in the city will come to you for a duel."
At this time, Mably saw An Ning and immediately raised his hand and pointed in the direction of An Ning: "Everyone, look, the person who shattered the pride of the nobles is here! Cheer! Cheer for our civilian hero! He is not just fighting back against him.
The contempt of the nobles and the arrogance of the nobles towards the common people!"
Everyone turned to An Ning, and several men in trousers smelling of alcohol rushed up, lifted An Ning, and threw her high into the sky, shouting: "Long live the civilian hero!"
An Ning was thrown into the air, thinking that luckily the bread he ate for lunch was relatively dry. If there was anything thin, he would have to spit it out.
The civilians in the square gathered around, and someone loudly asked An Ning, who was thrown into the sky: "Are you really a noble?"
An Ning: "No, I'm the son of a cobbler... Don't throw me away! I'm the son of a cobbler!"
"Then where did you learn to sword?"
"I don't know how to use a sword! I just fight blindly!" An Ning answered truthfully.
As a result, because he was in heaven, his words were unclear and no one could hear him clearly. Some people were unhappy: "Don't throw him away, let him speak!"
The guys in trousers who threw An Ning probably drank a lot, but they just weren't happy and continued to throw "civilian heroes" into the sky again and again.
Later, the drunkards missed and threw An Ning to the ground, and he landed on his feet.
An Ning stood up, rubbing his buttocks, and said to the onlookers: "I don't know how to swordsmanship, and what I said on that watch is a lie! Eight generations of my ancestors were civilians wearing trousers!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the people around him cheered: "Long live the common people!"
It seems that today is destined to be a day of pride for the common people gathered at the Royal Palace.
No one knows that in nine years they will be very proud.
An Ning emphasized his civilian status mainly because he did not want to be regarded as an aristocrat when the Revolution was still nine years away.
After the Great Revolution, the big aristocrats could still stay alive by riding on the fence and acting as liberal aristocrats, while the small aristocrats were just street lamp pendants.
However, this extra note has already been printed. Will it bring trouble to myself during the Great Revolution?
In the future, no one will use this nickname and point it in my face and say that I am a noble, right?
An Ning was slightly uneasy, but at this time the people around him began to boo, asking him to tell him how to win the duel.
The crowd forcibly pushed An Ning to the flower bed on the roadside and asked him to tell everyone.
An Ning spread his hands: "To be honest, I don't know how I won. When they insulted me before, they said that I could defeat the robber and save the young lady of the Duke's family. It was because the robber slipped and fell and his neck hit my knife.
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"I guess I can win the duel, but Lord Reginald slipped and fell, and his heart hit the tip of my sword!"
The crowd roared with laughter.
An Ning continued: "After I won, Lord Count's scoundrel actually took out a gun and wanted to hit me. As soon as he raised the gun, the bullet slipped out of the muzzle and rolled to my feet!
"That's it! I'm just lucky, otherwise a cobbler's son would never be able to defeat a count!"
The onlookers cheered in unison.
At this time, someone shouted: "They said that guns, like bows and crossbows, are civilian weapons! It must be because of this that you won!"
"Yes, that must be the case! Long live firearms!"
An Ning shouted long live with everyone.
Maybe this is the case. Firearms have smoothed the last hard gap between nobles and civilians. Firearms have shattered armor and replaced swords. From now on, military nobles who practice martial arts can no longer be unparalleled among civilians.
The crowd quarreled for a while and then gradually dispersed.
Then An Ning discovered that Fanny and the Duke's butler were standing not far behind her.
Butler: "Mr. Frost, Your Excellency the Duke invites you to have dinner with us."
At this time, a line of prompts suddenly popped up in An Ning's vision.