Chapter 171 Visit (3400 Plus)

"The gunshot wound is handled well, and the dressing is changed on time to prevent the wound from becoming infected. There is no problem... But mental treatment has always been a difficult problem for the medical community to solve."

The doctor affiliated with the church made a helpless expression, and suddenly said at the end: "I once read a paper from the Royal College of Medicine at Pulmouth, that Professor Mozli proposed a treatment that may be useful. , 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?" Nicholas asked modestly, not knowing about this.

"Specifically, using an ice pick or iron pick to pierce the brain area from the patient's eye socket to smash a part of it... roughly the frontal lobe area."

The doctor was just halfway through when he was rudely interrupted by Nicholas: "No, I'm going to treat him, not murder!"

He thought about it and said, "You just need to stabilize his condition temporarily, and I will write to Pulmouth Church."

Because Nicholas did not murder Resno, he had a clear conscience in this matter and was ready to follow normal procedures.

It would be hilarious if some ice-pick therapy would make Resno more mad or die.

'I really shouldn't have any expectations of secular doctors, maybe, I should explore something in the mysterious world? ’

"Speaking of which, our "Invisible Priory" seems to be very good at treating similar problems, and I don't know if Lord Divine Envoy and the "Stab Sword" are willing to take action..."

Thoughts came to Nicholas' mind, and the doctor's reply came from his ear:

"Understood, I will take good care of this patient, do I need to be transferred to a church hospital or a mental hospital?"

"If I go to a mental hospital, people will think I'm abusing him."

Nicholas waved his hand: "Just take it to the church hospital."

...

At the same time, Aaron is also enjoying a good 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: "What else is there to order?"

"Are you...willing to be my housekeeper?"

Aaron thought for a while and said, "The weekly salary is set at 2 pounds, and then it will be added later."

Although a qualified housekeeper not only needs to have certain professional knowledge, but also needs to have a variety of network resources, and even make various visits in place of the host.

In this day and age, women are definitely at a disadvantage in this regard.

But Aaron's relationship network is very simple, so he doesn't need someone who is too sociable. After this period of observation, Sylvia is competent enough.

"I'm willing to... young master!"

Sylvia almost cried with joy, and even the maid next to her stared at the former head maid with admiration.

After all, even some male servants, the high position they pursue all their lives is to become a housekeeper.

For maids, this is especially difficult.

Not to mention, there is a substantial increase in salary, and even if you continue to look for a job in the future, your resume will look decent.

After breakfast, Aaron looked at today's newspaper while planning where to go today.

At this moment, the doorbell rang suddenly.

Sylvia went to open the door and saw William Mark in casual clothes, with a big black dog on his hand.

"William... welcome!"

Aaron stood up from the easy chair and greeted the friend with a smile: "The last time I saw you like that, it really worried me."

"My body is getting better. Hannibal suggested that I exercise more, you see... Now I take it for walks every day."

William Mark raised the rope in his hand and seemed to be very leisurely: "Today, I happened to come to you, just to pay a visit."

Although it is a bit rude in the upper class to not let the housekeeper come to make an appointment first, but good friends can ignore these rules.

Moreover, the other party also has 'walking' as an excuse.

Aaron nodded and glanced at William Mark. Although the other party disguised well, he could sense that the other party had something to do with him.

But he didn't speak first, but let the servant take care of the big dog, asked William Mark to sit, and then the two of them chatted about the recent weather and hot topics such as the explosion of the waterworks.

When Sylvia changed the second cup of hot cocoa, William Mark finally said: "My friend... Are you interested in investing?"

"I don't know what industry it is about? You know, although I plan to live here for a short time, it should not exceed a year."

Aaron replied with a smile, after all, he played the identity 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 someone 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 that I hold. I have encountered some things recently and need to raise a lot of cash, 5% of Shares, only need 1500 pounds, of course... If you are willing to borrow money, I can also use it as collateral, the interest is only higher than 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 found the wrong person. I'm actually poorer than him... The last time I said I wanted to buy a manor and raise horses, it was all a lie...'

Aaron murmured silently in his heart that a manor cost at least tens of thousands of pounds, even if he received a 'mining tax' and a 'security tax' from the Bone Worship Society, it was far from enough.

Of course, if he is willing to sell the spiritual materials he has accumulated, he can become rich in an instant.

However, Aaron will not be so stupid. Top spiritual things 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, what happened to you recently, you can tell me that we are friends..."

Aaron tried his best to appear sincere.

William Mark was a little moved for a moment, but after looking around, he remained silent again.

Seeing this, Aaron waved his hand and told Sylvia to lead the maids back.

At this time, William Mark got closer and whispered, "Aaron... Have you heard of the mysterious world?"

'I've heard, I've also heard of Amway...'

Aaron sneered in his heart, with a blank look on his face: "There is no...the so-called magic, witchcraft, isn't it a legendary story?"

"No! They are real, and... monopolized by real elites!" William Mark said seriously: "As ordinary people, no matter how much wealth and fame we have... we will eventually be favored by the elite. 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!"