Chapter 2
Look what's going on with this cat.
Lin Weilun put on the stethoscope according to his memory, tried to relax his body and act like a veteran.
Then he walked to the examination bed and took a look.
The cat was completely powerless and lay limply, completely oblivious to the sudden appearance of the stranger.
He raised his hand and rubbed the Persian cat's head.
In an instant, a small line of glowing text appeared above the cat's head.
【A Persian long-haired cat with chronic orchitis】
This time, he saw it clearly.
That line of text was a bit like the item identification in the game. [Broken hind leg] and [Chronic orchitis] were both abnormal conditions of the animals, and they were only displayed in front of him.
He used his hands to pull apart the Persian cat's thin gray hind legs and saw two lumps hidden in the long hair.
If you don't pay attention, it's hard to notice that the two entangled lumps have become swollen.
After confirming this, Lin Weilun looked up at the old veterinarian and said, "Sir, this is chronic orchitis."
Ferry, who is still observing: ???
He wondered, "How did you get there so quickly? Did you see clearly?"
"Yes," Lin Weilun took off his stethoscope. He had never used it. "This Persian cat's fur is too long, and its owner doesn't like to handle it. It always gets tangled in that spot, rubbing against its hind legs, which is why the inflammation occurred."
He is like a test-taker who has already got the answer. He only needs to find the formula in his memory and apply it.
"The cat was listless and felt noticeably hot, indicating the inflammation had spread throughout its body."
Mr. Ferry's expression grew serious, and he lowered his head to examine it carefully. He was shocked to find that everything the young man said was correct!
But how long had it been? Only five seconds? How could he be so fast?
Is it a guess? Or a coincidence?
No, it wouldn't. There are many diseases with similar symptoms, but the young man's tone was extremely firm.
He spoke only after he had confirmed it.
Ferry suppressed his surprise, but when he looked up again, his expression was very unhappy. "Mr. Lingert, are you finished?"
This is a very dangerous tone, a bit like the question from your high school homeroom teacher: "Are you sure this answer is correct?"
If you answer "yes" at this time, you will most likely be sent to stand in the corridor.
So Lin Weilun didn't say anything, but quickly picked up the miserable Persian cat and checked it carefully again.
He also stuck a thermometer into the cat's butt to check the temperature himself.
Watching the mercury soar to the red line, he pulled it out, raised his eyes, and said word by word, "Sir, I believe my diagnosis is correct."
The old man's expression finally eased a lot, but his tone was still serious. "Veterinarian is a very dangerous profession. We have complete control over the lives of animals. This place is not like those large veterinary hospitals in London, where there are all those x...x...x..."
Lin Weilun asked tentatively, "X-ray machine?"
"Right!" the old veterinarian snorted. "You're not an X-ray machine. How can you get an answer in a few seconds? And even if it were, there's no guarantee that the final result would be completely correct. Your words can determine the fate of a life, so we must be extremely cautious to ensure that nothing happens that would make even God blush. Do you understand?"
In the early 1920s, X-ray machines were not yet popular, and their imaging and resolution were not very good.
Most of the time, the diagnosis was made entirely based on the veterinarian's experience, so the first time he gave the answer in less than 5 seconds. Although Ferry was shocked, he did feel that it was hasty, which made him very angry.
It is a good thing for young people to pursue speed, but when it comes to matters related to life, rigor must come first.
Lin Weilun smiled slightly, showing the obedience that suited his age. "You are right. I will remember it."
Ferry was satisfied. "Then how do you think we should treat it?"
"You can trim the long hair around his testicles to keep them clean, then apply sulfadiazine for antibacterial and anti-inflammatory effects. Or you can just cut them off to prevent future problems." Lin Weilun glanced at Mr. Ferry and smiled slyly. "Of course, my suggestion is to cut them off directly."
"Oh? Why?"
Lin Weilun lowered his voice so that only the two of them could hear, "When I came in, I saw the price list hanging outside your clinic. If it's just sulfadiazine, it's only 6 shillings. But if it's removed, you can directly charge 14.5 shillings for the surgery and the subsequent observation and maintenance costs, right?"
Tsk.
This is really...
Ferry's look changed.
When Alma first came in and said this, he thought it was just a little kid who was just trying to be cunning.
But now it seems that those who can get first place are indeed different.
Old Ferry: "I remember your name is..."
"Vellenlingert," the young man bowed, "I just graduated from the Royal Veterinary College and am this year's top graduate. I received full marks in pathology, surgery, and veterinary law and ethics. This time, I brought a letter from the veterinary college and my transcripts. You can check them out at any time."
"I'll go see him when it's over," the old veterinarian waved his hand. "Now go and explain the situation to Mr. Herbert outside. His colonel needs to stay here for two days to receive amputation treatment."
"Okay, I'll go right away." Lin Weilun walked out and explained the situation to Herbert in a calm tone.
Before becoming a head chef, he studied with his master for more than three years, and then studied and worked alone in more than ten countries for nearly five years. Only then did he return to Shanghai and start as a small branch kitchen.
Lin Weilun has experienced a lot of intrigue in the kitchen and has won several beautiful victories. Otherwise, he would not have been able to sit firmly in the position of head chef of a high-end restaurant without any background and win stars year after year.
He is a very experienced "social person" who knows what he should say and when, how to say it, and what kind of wording is most acceptable to others.
So Herbert easily accepted the fact that his colonel was about to become a princess, and expressed his sincere gratitude to veterinarian Ferry for his responsibility and care.
"The bill will be sent to your home," Alma said as she escorted him out. "See you next time."
In the examination room, the gray-haired veterinarian had already shaved the colonel (or princess?), put her in a wooden cage, and put a label on her.
There were other scheduled clients, and he had to deal with them first before he could perform the operation.
At this time, he shouted outside, "Hey, boy! Go get the next one! A beautiful parrot from France!"
"Oh my God! God bless you!" Mrs. Alma smiled happily, pushing him forward and winking hard. "Good boy, go quickly! Don't let our boss wait anxiously!"
Lin Weilun smiled and breathed a sigh of relief after turning his back.
It seems stable.
Then he worked for the old veterinarian for a day without any title or status, taking care of a parrot, six dogs, three cats and two rabbits.
Lunch consisted of dry bread, fried ham and pea soup.
British cuisine is worthy of the reputation of being called "cooking from hell". The fried ham that Ferry thought was delicious tasted like chewing wax to Lin Weilun.
Not to mention the dry bread, the hard ones have to be melted slowly in your mouth with saliva. If you eat too fast, you might cut your throat.
I don’t know what strange spices were added to the ham. When I bit into it, I couldn’t even taste the flavor of meat, only a sour taste that went straight to my head.
Not to mention the bean soup, which seemed a cursed orange-red in color and was bubbling with ominous bubbles.
As the sun sets, the clinic, which has been busy all day, slowly becomes quiet.
Mrs. Alma prepared cookies, grilled bananas, and two large glasses of lager.
Forcing himself to ignore the overly sweet syrup, the hungry young intern only ate a few pieces of banana and pancake and couldn't eat any more.
Old Ferry finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. "It seems Mr. Lingert needs to familiarize himself with the intensity of the clinic's work as soon as possible."
Lin Weilun raised his head suddenly.
"Okay, this job is yours. You're truly outstanding," Ferry said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. "You're the best candidate I've ever met. Why should I refuse?"
"Two pounds a week, room and board, no lodging. What do you think?"
2 pounds was a decent price. Lingate used to work in a pub next to the Veterinary College to earn a living. At that time, his salary was 1 pound 10 shillings a week, and food and accommodation were not included.
But he was lost in thought as he stared at the syrup-baked bananas in front of him.
An even more horrific lunch flashed through my mind just in time.
Ferry took a long sip of beer. "Alma's cooking is excellent. You've already noticed that, haven't you? She's the reason everyone gathers at the clinic every Christmas. Everyone raves about her."
Do you have to eat this for three meals a day?
Absolutely not!
"Sir, thank you very much for giving me this opportunity." Lin Weilun thought for a moment before speaking slowly, "But I'm really embarrassed to always trouble you, Madam. Can I take care of my own meals and supplement my salary a little?"
The old man glanced at him sideways, then turned to look at the garden outside, where the housekeeper was tending to the newly grown vegetables.
The intern immediately displayed just the right amount of sadness. "You know... I'm an orphan. I've been without parents since I was little, and I grew up in an orphanage. Mrs. Alma is the kindest and most generous woman I've ever met. She shouldn't have done that for someone like me..."
"Two pounds and ten shillings a week."
Lin Weilun was stunned, "What did you say?" He still had a lot of things to say that he hadn't had time to say!
"2.5 pounds a week," the old man waved his hand, as if unwilling to dwell on the issue. "If you want to eat, come and eat. If not, you'll be responsible for it yourself. I'll advance you the first week's allowance when you go back. Find a house nearby to settle down."
Oh wow!
The soul that traveled through time and space celebrates joyfully in the heart!
Success! Not only did he get to sleep under the bridge tonight, but he also secured a very good salary for an intern!
As long as he could continue working here and get Ferry's certification and recommendation letter, he could get rid of the title of intern and become a junior veterinarian.
After that, you can pass the professional examination and officially obtain the qualification certificate of a practicing veterinarian!
By that time, he would be able to completely get rid of the sword of government funding hanging over his head! No one would be able to control what he did anymore!
Before his death, Lin Weilun managed the kitchen of a three-star Michelin restaurant. But he was still just a chef. After years of hard work, he had only managed to carve out a small niche in Shanghai.
It can't be said to be a complete failure, but it has never caused any big stir either.
If he were to live his life again, in this era when Michelin has not yet entered the historical stage, would he have the opportunity to leave his name in the long river of time?
Lin Weilun's eyes were frighteningly bright.
In the sky, the crescent moon is like a knife.
—
Perhaps he had already planned to hire an assistant. Before Lin Weilun even started renting a house, Old Ferry took out three places he had already prepared.
After looking at several houses close to the clinic, Lin Weilun finally chose an empty house not far from the clinic. It was small, only about 20 square meters. It had originally been a warehouse for the neighboring family and had later been converted into servants' quarters.
The family moved to Wiltshire with their maid two months ago and entrusted Ferry with the rental of the house.
The furniture consisted of a double bed, a wardrobe, a small round table, and a very simple kitchen. It was cramped, dark, narrow, and a bit damp.
The only good thing was that in Great Britain in the early 20th century, running water and gas stoves were already very common, and Lin Weilun was glad that he didn't have to make a fire to cook like a savage.
Most importantly, it was the only house he could currently afford, and the rent was only 5 shillings a week, while the others cost more than 1 pound.
In order to let the new assistant finish his work in peace, Mr. Ferry gave him a day off.
Not only that, after signing the lease confirmation, Mrs. Alma also delivered a set of clean bedding, a basket of fresh vegetables picked from the garden, a plate of bacon rolls and some seasonings.
"Good boy, congratulations." The housekeeper said sincerely, "If you're hungry and don't have time to cook, you're welcome to come over anytime."
"Thank you very much." Lin Weilun smiled and sent the person away. He closed the door and was immediately shrouded in darkness.
He looked around and rubbed his fingers gently. Making money was urgent.
But there was no time to rush. After a quick cleanup, Lin Weilun put the money in his pocket and walked out along the alley.
He didn't need to buy much, but the kitchen had to be filled.
He hasn't had a proper meal since he traveled through time, and the syrup-baked bananas that Mrs. Alma made still make his throat burn.
Denham is a small town and the market is very easy to find.
Various vendors filled their wooden stalls with a wide variety of goods, including fruits, vegetables, meat, bones, fish, and noodles.
Lin Weilun went straight to the meat stall.
His excitement was not without reason. After all, in 1928, even the land had not been polluted by pesticides, and there were basically no feed additives. The livestock ate only clean grass and hay, and drank water from the Miluo River and wells. The meat must have been so perfect that it would make people applaud.
However, the reality disappointed him greatly.
The beef, which was sold at 2 shillings per pound, was actually left overnight. It was also loose and abnormally dark in color, with the edges turning dark brown and looking tough.
The butcher was sharpening his knife while greeting people, "Come and take a look, sir. All the beef here is imported from free countries. It's absolutely the best meat, even eaten in London!"
Lin Weilun shook his head and found that the same situation was true for the pork stall that sold for 1 shilling and 7 pence.
These prices are not expensive and almost all of them are imported meat, so many people are willing to buy them.
But Lin Weilun couldn't bear to eat such meat.
He has an almost obsessive pursuit of food quality.
He hesitated for a few seconds and finally came to the poultry stall.
Chicken was the cheapest and looked normal at just 10p a pound.
He found a clean and crowded stall and was immediately greeted warmly by the proprietress. "What a beautiful new face! Come here, kid, these were all freshly slaughtered this afternoon. Don't worry, you can pick any one you like."
"Okay." Lin Weilun had already set his eyes on the chicken thighs and breasts, and reached out his hand without hesitation, but——
[A chicken thigh from a gout-prone chicken]
[A piece of chicken breast from a chicken with fatty liver syndrome]
Lin Weilun was stunned, and the chicken thigh fell onto the stall with a "bang".
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