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The carriage passed through several more intersections and stopped on the side of the road after turning a corner. Isabel asked Zhu Jishi to get off the carriage. After getting off the carriage, Zhu Jishi found that the entire street was lined with shops, all of which were very exquisitely decorated.

Shop. Zhu Jishi turned to look at Isabel: "Isabel, this is..."

"This is Dover Street. My sister has a small shop here." Isabel pointed to a small clothing store with the sign "Dulan Clothing Store". "Dulan is the surname of her late ex-husband.

The third floor of the shop is temporarily vacant. You can live there without paying rent. But if you want to work with my sister and let her help with housework, I will give her half a month.

A pound will do."

Zhu Jishi had a blank look at London in 1842. He saw that the surrounding environment was very good, the transportation seemed to be convenient, and he didn't have to pay rent, so he gratefully said to the countess: "Isabel, thank you so much.

I am very satisfied here.”

The Countess smiled sweetly: "Jason, as long as you like it, you can stay here as long as you want."

"Isabelle, my dear, the gust of wind has brought you here." A charming voice rang, and the door of the Deneuve clothing store was suddenly pushed open, and a black man with a white turban came out of it.

The woman wearing a large white bib outside the dress is about in her early thirties. She has a voluptuous face like the countess, very fair complexion, wavy blond hair, and a plumper figure than the countess.

Her breasts are high and swollen, and she looks like a mature woman. If she were ten years younger, she would probably be a beauty who would have men fighting for her.

"Roman," the countess kissed the mature woman on the cheek, and then introduced to Zhu Jishi: "This is my sister Mrs. Duran - this is Jason Zhu (at breakfast, Zhu Jishi had already put himself

This 'strange' Tatar surname informed the countess), a very distinguished surgeon who had just arrived from Germany."

"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Zhu..." The mature woman blinked and looked at Zhu Jishi curiously, "Are you... an Oriental?"

"He is a Tatar." The countess smiled and said to the mature woman: "Take care of the third floor. Jason will stay here for a while."

The mature woman looked at Zhu Jishi with strange eyes again, and then loudly called Henry Rabigonli from her small shop, a young man about 20 years old who looked quiet, and asked him to take Zhu Jishi with him.

Ji Shi went up to the third floor.

The third floor of the shop was not empty, but a warehouse where fabrics were piled. Even the stairs and walkways were piled with woolen or silk fabrics of various colors. The young man opened the door of a house next to Dover Street.

, there were also some fabrics piled inside, but not too much. The two of them worked together to quickly clean out the room. Then the young man moved a camp bed from somewhere and set it up in the small room. In addition, there was a camp bed in the room.

There was a wooden table, two chairs and a closet, and there was no other furniture. Fortunately, Zhu Jishi didn’t have any luggage, so such a small room was just right for him to settle down. This young man named Henry Rabigonli seemed to have just returned from

He came from France and could not speak English or German, and Zhu Jishi did not understand French, so the two only communicated with simple gestures.

While Zhu Jishi and Henry were busy upstairs, the Countess was also chatting with her sister in French on the first floor of the shop.

"What's so special about this Tatar?" Madame Durand handed the countess a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

"Maybe," the countess gently turned the small coffee cup in her hand, curled her lips and showed a faint smile, "maybe it will be a hugely profitable investment."

"How about that Will?"

The countess's beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, her face full of disgust, "It's over for Will. This guy actually went to duel with Winston. He didn't listen to me no matter how hard I tried to persuade him! In the end, he even opened a hole in Robert's stomach with a musket."

"Oh my God, did he kill Mr. Churchill?" Mrs. Duran exclaimed.

"The fat man is not dead, he was saved by the Tatars upstairs!" The countess took a sip of coffee and snorted softly, "But the Duke of Marlborough will not give up. Will will definitely be expelled from the army.

He has no future in this life. And the Duke will never allow Robert to pursue me again. This time it is really a big loss. Fortunately, I found this Tatar..."

"Tatar? Oh my God, Isabel, you must have fallen in love with this Tatar, right?" Mrs. Duran's mouth was half open, with a look of surprise on her face.

"Roman! How could I like a Tatar..." At this point, she suddenly paused, and then sighed: "Roman, don't you understand what I mean? I will not get married again."

"Are you still thinking about those men from the British upper class?" Mrs. Duran shook her head and sighed: "But will they marry you? Isabel, don't forget that you are just a commoner, and your title of Countess is in their eyes.

It’s not worth mentioning at all!”

Isabel smiled slightly and looked at Mrs. Duran, "Roman, didn't I tell you that I would never consider getting married again."

"Are you going to be a socialite at the Allmark Club for the rest of your life?" Mrs. Duran smiled bitterly, "Isabel, you are still young, why don't you find someone to marry who loves you?"

"Someone who loves me? It's not difficult to find a poor boy like Will Heming, but do you think I can still live such a hard life?" Isabel's teeth gently bit her red lips and she was silent for a moment.

Yes, he changed the subject, "Dr. Bronstein thinks that this Tatar has very superb medical skills and will definitely become a famous doctor in the future. Roman, please consider him. At least pay attention first. Who is the famous doctor in London?"

A few hundred pounds a year?”

"Give it to me? A...Tatar?" Mrs. Duran pursed her lips, seemingly dissatisfied. After a while, she sighed: "Okay, just keep it for now. If he can really become a

You might consider a famous doctor, and he looks pretty good."

At this time, there was a sound on the stairs. Zhu Jishi, who did not know that he had become a countess and "given" to Mrs. Duran, had already settled into his new home in 1842 and came downstairs with full gratitude.

"Roman, help Jason pick out some decent clothes. He doesn't dress like a gentleman now. Those people from the customs and the Medical Association are all snobs who judge people based on their clothes."

The countess showed a charming smile to Zhu Jishi again, "My sister and Henry are both very good tailors. The clothes here are all made by her and Henry. I think you don't mind taking care of their business?"

For less than 3 pounds, Zhu Jishi changed his casual suit and jeans into a heavy and thick crisp dress. Mrs. Duran also presented a bowler hat big enough to fit a rabbit.

and a half-old wooden cane. Then Zhu Jishi and Isabel got into the carriage and went straight to the customs at the Port of London.

The process of applying for a passport was faster and easier than expected. The British customs official only asked Zhu Jishi where he was from and where he was going, and then issued a passport that looked like a notebook, and it was still on the second page of the passport.

Simply note Zhu Jishi's physical characteristics on the website and everything will be fine. It seems that it doesn't matter how long Zhu Jishi, a stowaway in the 21st century, plans to stay in the UK, whether he wants to work, study, do business, or prepare to engage in terrorist activities. Just like that, in

On the second day of arriving in 1842, Zhu Jishi successfully solved the problem of not having identification documents.

After getting the passport, Isabel took Zhu Jishi to the location of the Medical Association of the Royal Society of Medicine. The medical license examination is not held every day. Zhu Jishi registered for the examination with a clerk with an expression of disbelief on his face.

Procedure - prepare to take a medical qualification examination in three weeks. After that, I bought several large medical books in a bookstore next to the Medical Association. Although in Zhu Jishi's opinion, the above contents are nothing but

Nonsense is a mistake, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a guide to killing doctors. But in order to get a medical license, I still had to drive for several days and nights to review it. The final exam went very smoothly. In any case, Zhu Jishi’s medical knowledge
Chapter completed!