"The gunshot wound was treated well, and the dressing was changed on time to prevent wound infection, so there was no problem... But mental treatment has always been a difficult problem for the medical community to solve."
The doctor who was affiliated with the church made a helpless expression, and suddenly mentioned at the end: "I once read a paper from the Royal College of Medicine in Pulmouth. Professor Motzli proposed a potentially useful treatment.
, called ice pick therapy, it is said to be effective in treating various mental illnesses, headaches, insomnia, and mania, maybe you can try it?”
"It sounds good, how to do it specifically?" Nicholas didn't understand this aspect and asked modestly.
"To be specific, an ice pick or an iron pick is used to penetrate the brain area from the patient's eye socket and smash part of it...roughly the frontal lobe area."
The doctor was just mid-sentence when he was rudely interrupted by Nicholas: "No, I'm going to treat him, not murder him!"
He thought for a while and said: "You just need to stabilize his condition temporarily, and I will write to Pulmouth Church."
Since Nicholas did not murder Resno, he had a clear conscience in this matter and was prepared to follow normal procedures.
It would be funny if some ice pick therapy was used to drive Resno even more crazy or directly kill him.
'I really shouldn't have any expectations from secular doctors. Maybe I should explore something from the mysterious world?'
‘Speaking of which, our ‘Invisible Hermitage’ seems to be very good at treating similar problems, and I don’t know if Lord Divine Envoy and ‘Libert Sword’ are willing to take action...’
Thoughts appeared in Nicholas' mind one by one, and the doctor's reply came to his ears:
"I understand. I will take good care of this patient. Do I need to be transferred to a mission hospital or a mental hospital?"
"If I go to a mental hospital, others will think I'm abusing him."
Nicholas waved his hand: "Just send him to the mission hospital."
…
Meanwhile, Aaron was enjoying a wonderful morning and breakfast.
He took a sip of hot cocoa, looked at Sylvia who was busy, and suddenly said: "Sylvia!"
"Master, I'm here!"
Sylvia stood in front of Aaron: "Any other instructions?"
"Are you... willing to be my butler?"
Aaron thought for a while and said: "The weekly salary will be set at 2 pounds first, and will be increased later."
Although a qualified housekeeper not only needs to have certain professional knowledge, but also needs to have various network resources and even make various visits on behalf of the owner.
In today's era, women are definitely at a disadvantage in this regard.
But Aaron's relationship network is very simple, so he doesn't need to be a sociable person. After this period of observation, Sylvia is already competent enough.
"I am willing...Master!"
Sylvia almost cried with joy, and even the maid next to her stared at the former head maid with envy.
After all, even some male servants pursue a high position throughout their lives just to become a butler.
For maids, this is especially difficult.
Not to mention, there is also a substantial increase in salary. Even if you continue to look for jobs in the future, your resume will look very respectable.
After breakfast, Aaron read today's newspaper and planned where to visit today.
At this time, the doorbell suddenly rang.
Sylvia went over to open the door and saw William Marks in casual clothes, with a big black dog in his hand.
"William...welcome!"
Aaron stood up from the easy chair and greeted his friend with a smile: "I was really worried when I saw you like that last time."
"My health has improved. Hannibal suggested that I exercise more. You see... now I take it for a walk every day."
William Mark raised the rope in his hand and seemed to say leisurely: "Today, I happened to come to your place to pay a visit."
Although it was a bit rude in upper class society to not ask the butler to make an appointment first, but these rules can be ignored between good friends.
Moreover, the other party also had ‘taking a walk’ as an excuse.
Aaron nodded and glanced at William Mark. Although the other person was disguised very well, he could feel that he had something to do with him.
However, he did not speak first, but asked the servant to take care of the big dog, and asked William Mark to sit down. Then the two of them talked about the recent weather, the explosion of the water plant and other hot topics.
When Sylvia had her second cup of hot cocoa, William Mark finally spoke: "My friend...are you interested in investing?"
"I wonder what industry it is about? You know, although I have plans to stay here for a short period of time, it should not exceed a year."
Aaron answered with a smile. After all, he played the role of a traveler.
Glancing at the discolored faces of William and Sylvia, he continued: "Of course... I don't mind leaving a high-quality asset here, I just need to send people to check the accounts regularly."
"I have an absolutely high-quality asset here!" William Mark's eyes lit up: "In fact... it is exactly the shares of the textile factory I control. I have encountered some things recently and need to raise a large amount of cash. 5%
The shares only cost 1,500 pounds, of course...if you are willing to borrow money, I can also use it as collateral, and the interest rate is only higher than that of the bank..."
'It can be seen that William does not want to sell the shares, but he does have a large demand for gold recently... and this mortgage is probably not worth 1,500 pounds in the eyes of the bank.'
'Unfortunately, he has found the wrong person. I am actually poorer than him... Last time I said I wanted to buy a manor and raise horses, it was all a lie...'
Aaron silently murmured in his heart that a manor required at least tens of thousands of pounds. Even if he collected a 'mining tax' and a 'security tax' from the Bone Worship Society, it would not be enough.
Of course, if he is willing to sell the spiritual materials he has accumulated, he can become rich instantly.
However, Aaron would not be so stupid. Top-level spiritual objects are often priceless in the mysterious world. It is easy to sell them for money, but it is very difficult to buy them back.
"William, if you have encountered something recently, you can tell me, we are friends..."
Aaron tried his best to appear sincere.
William Mark was momentarily moved, but looked around and remained silent.
Seeing this, Aaron waved his hand and asked Sylvia to leave with the maids.
At this time, William Mark came closer and whispered: "Aaron... have you ever heard of the mysterious world?"
'Yes, I've heard of Amway...'
Aaron cursed in his heart, and a look of confusion appeared on his face: "There is no... so-called magic and witchcraft, isn't it a legendary story?"
"No! They really exist, and... they are monopolized by the real upper class!" William Mark said seriously: "As ordinary people, no matter how much wealth we have, no matter how high our reputation... we will eventually be monopolized by the upper class.
Despised and rejected by society... But entering that circle through mystery is different. This is a shortcut! Only families with mysterious inheritance are true nobles!"
