It was almost noon, and I left the hospital bed restlessly. Although Cosette was unwilling to do so, I insisted on walking down the ground, threw away the orderly soldiers who were trying to support me, and slowly walked towards the door step by step.

After so long after I was unconscious, I still had to lie on the hard hospital bed. By the way, the damn bed, which bastard doctor was so disgusting that he actually took away all the thick pads under my bed, leaving only a sheet, which made me sleepless for almost the nights these days. God knows how I spent the time when I was unconscious.

The sky was very dark outside the door, and it was drizzling in the sky, splashing from the eaves to the ground, and small splashes emerged. In the corner of the wall outside the door, several unknown weeds were still sprouting new buds. Looking out from here, the entire military camp no longer had the previous hustle and noise, quietly, as if it was like the grape trellis in front of me. After the fruit was picked by people, only empty branches and leaves were left, allowing the rain to erode. The residents of the town have returned to their past lives. Dim candlelights have been lit in almost every room, lacking husbands, and the noise of children and mothers can still be heard in the room of the son or father. This is a long-lost warmth, at least in my heart.

It's November, and the Mediterranean winter has been here for two months. I have also come to this strange and familiar France for two months. In the era when I came, my relatives probably had a funeral for me early, and the old man is still teaching, but my son will never wait for you to come back to take the exam. And my mother, I really miss the dishes you cook, especially the dish stir-fried bacon in cabbage. Oh, I'm always not used to the dishes made with bread and olive oil here.

I endured the severe pain in my heart, but I took a deep breath, but found that there were several familiar faces in front of me. Oh, it was my Marseille guard soldiers. No, now they are all officers, and the lowest one is also the second lieutenant. There were only eight people, including Major Xiade. They were all wearing neat military uniforms, lined up in two rows, standing upright in front of me like javelins. My heart was like a needle again, and the pain made me almost moan.

Major Xia De saw that I was watching everyone, and walked out of the team with a quick look. After the military salute, he said loudly to me: "Report, General of the Commissioner, your guard should be 8 people, and actually 8 people, please review."

"Slow down, officers," I struggled to get rid of my torture and said calmly: "Very good, thank you for your hard work. It's raining outside the house. Come in, my room is very big."

Following my footsteps, eight people came to the house, and everyone sat around me, silently saying nothing.

"I'm sorry, my decision has hurt you, for this." I broke the silence first. Unexpectedly, the officers stood up and shouted at me in a row:

"No, general, don't blame yourself, this is the glory of us Marseille."

"General, we feel extremely proud of your decision, and my father asked me to tell you his infinite respect."

"Yes, my brother Teel is thankful in heaven, you made him a true warrior."

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Looking at these straightforward and loud Maasai people, I nodded to continue the topic just now, but just nodded slightly with emotion and signaled everyone to continue to sit down.

"Listen to the voice just now, I know that your injuries have been fully recovered. I am very happy," I continued to see everyone sitting down, "By the way, Assistant Mirière told me just now that my guard mission was handed over to the Second Battalion of the Gutdor regiment. You should report to General Dorp, and you have all run to me."

Listening to my words, the officers who were extremely excited just now were all not saying a word, rubbing their chairs in a squeak, and looking at their captain, Major Xia De, it seemed that they hoped that they would come out and explain.

Under the eyes of everyone, my guards were so sad for a long time, and finally made up their minds to speak, "Yes, yes, so, Monsterson, Wilder, Obal, Jean Tedo, Zidab, Bro and Pakistan." He pointed at the officers next to him and continued stammeringly, "It was them who instigated me to ask me to take everyone to the general, come... I hope the general can, can..." As he said, the major's voice became smaller and smaller, and in the end he might not even hear him.

Looking at this funny performance, with a puff, Kosette couldn't help laughing at first, and then, everyone, including Major Xiade, who was blushing, burst into laughter, and the room was filled with laughter, which somewhat diluted some of my previous sadness.

I knew what they wanted to say. They wanted to stay by my side. I like these friends who had experienced the test of life and death with me. I couldn't think of any reason to reject their kindness. So, after the laughter gradually stopped, I said, "Okay, my officers, I will explain your behavior to General Dopp, and I will also ask him to let you stay by my side. But," I stopped, looking at the excited and nervous expressions, and I said slowly, "But you must have lunch with me. Yes, just lunch, haha, my dear Cosette, go and tell Aunt Margaret, saying that I want to have a meal with my officers and let her prepare more good things, by the way, there must be wine." After that, I asked Cosette to take a golden franc out.

I don't know if it was the magic of the golden franc or the general's order, the hearty lunch was soon served: bread, butter, ham, fried eggs, broth, steak and two roasted hares presented one by one to everyone.

The general was not allowed to say something, and the hungry officers all opened their stomachs and ate very much, holding beer, inserting ham and steak, regardless of the rabbit meat they had not chewed in their mouths, and they were squeezing them all over. It seemed that during this period, the legion had deducted their food. How could it be? The Military Administration Regulations of the Republic stipulated that wounded officers and soldiers had the right to demand the best food, and they were the heroic guards of the commissioners, and no matter how bad they were, they were not inferior to their heads.

I no longer thought about this, but I was stunned at the food in front of me, a bowl of porridge. I was so fucking depressed. Since yesterday, my food was either porridge or clear vegetable soup, and it was tasteless in my mouth. Looking at the delicious food in front of the officers, I wanted to grab some steak and something for several times, but my orderly manned it.

"Sorry, General," Kosette refused righteously, "This is Dr. Renek's repeated instructions, I must listen to him." His words attracted everyone's laughter.

"Oh, which Renek, is it very powerful?" asked Munsterson, who was a little crooked, with interest.

"Yes, it's true, when the general is taken to the field hospital and continues to fall into a coma until the 7th day, your breathing

It has stopped, everyone present thinks you have left us forever, and the doctors are also ready to sign the death certificate. And only Dr. Renek, the pharmacist who just graduated from Nantes, believes that the general is still alive, and he is afraid that everyone will not believe it, so he took out a strange tool, as if it was a rolled up paper tube, facing your heart position. Yes, from one end of this thing, we heard the general's extremely weak heartbeat." Major Xiade chewed the food and helped explain, and kept drawing with his hands, as if he was still scared to describe the scene at that time.

Reneck, University of Nantes, rolled up paper tube, I understand, the one who saved me is a doctor, an outstanding figure in the history of French medicine and the inventor of the stethoscope. Although I am an absolute idiot in clinical medicine, during my time in the medical treatment, at the portrait exhibition on both sides of the corridor of the hospital outpatient department, I can pay tribute to those Taishan Beidou in medical history every day. Reneck is one of them.

"When the general woke up for the first time, Dr. Renek thought that you should be transferred to a quiet room to recuperate without any disturbance. The food you eat was arranged by him, and we followed his advice." The orderlyman continued.

"What about others," I was a little puzzled, thinking that the patient was awake, and the doctor always came to see and inspect, but I didn't see any doctors in the past two days.

"Since last month, the battle on the front line was very fierce, and many soldiers were injured, and a large number of doctors were needed. So he went to the battlefield hospital in Oliul. Before leaving, he said that the general's condition was quite stable and he recovered much faster than he thought." The orderly man said naggingly.

He is really an excellent doctor. He is not afraid of his own power or seeks personal gain. He just conscientiously fulfills his duty as a doctor to save lives and heal the wounded. I imagine that I was particularly angry when I encountered a hospital in Wuhan before.

I nodded and began to swallow the food in front of me in pain.

"General, can you tell us about things in the East, preferably things in your hometown?" A second lieutenant expressed the thoughts of others.

My hometown is in the 21st century or the 18th century. Finally, I picked up some interesting stories from the Qianlong period and told them. During my narration, everyone was focused on it, afraid that something had been missed. It seems that the Eastern world at this time was both mysterious and curious for Westerners.

"By the way, General, I've heard people say that the women in your place are all foot binding, right?" Obal, who looked a little idiot, suddenly made everyone present laugh without any malicious intentions.

Why do people in France know that Chinese women like to tie their feet? I feel a little unhappy.

Finally, almost 3 pm, I invited the diners out of the room, lay exhausted on the bed, and fell asleep. Before this, I ordered the guards on duty to come to Oliul immediately and informed the Major Napoleon's artillery to come to see me at the convenience of the convenience.

: In history, Reneck's full name was Hone-Shiophile-Heringent-Reneck. He was born on February 17, 1781. At that time, French medicine was in its golden age. At the age of 14, he entered the hospital affiliated to the University of Nantes and began to study medicine. In 1801, he went to the Charity Hospital in Paris and studied at the Royal Medical Association's School of Medicine and Health. He became a favorite student of Napoleon's imperial physician Visart. In 1816, he invented a stethoscope that made the entire medicine step forward at the Neck Hospital. Reneck returned to his hometown with his wife Yaquelin-Agong in June 1826, and then died on August 13. The author advanced the era of Reneck, with his own considerations.
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