Chapter 11 Jade Rabbit Night Encounter... It makes me feel itchy
"Miss Alice, you'd better not be so blindly optimistic." The man came back to his senses, swept away the gentle concern he had just asked, and returned to his normal state. "I don't know what could be worthy of a lady appearing alone on the streets of London after dark, if she is still in her right mind."
"Go see you." Alice looked up.
"See...meet me?" Adrian Moran was somewhat surprised by the answer and was stunned.
"Yes, I promised to bring you some herbs at the church later," Alice said casually. "And why is Mr. Morland out at night?"
The man opposite him relaxed at first, then suddenly looked up at the brightest object in the sky and replied casually, "Look at the moon."
"Oh~ admiring the moon." Alice looked up at where she came from with a smile in her eyes, emphasizing the word "moon".
Adrian Moran was confused and didn't understand what was happening to the moon.
"Let's go to church."
"Come on, I'll take you back to Bond Street."
They both spoke at the same time.
"I'm already here, why should I go back?" Alice suddenly remembered that she hadn't taken the bag of herbs. She pointed to the carriage road and said, "The medicine is still in the carriage."
As she spoke, she walked over there, forgetting that she had broken the wheel.
As she approached the carriage, the entire body of the car tilted over and was about to crush her.
"Be careful!" The man behind him reminded anxiously.
She subconsciously reached out to support herself. She was thankful that the jade pestle had nourished her body and restored some of her extraordinary strength. Otherwise, if her physical body was crushed to death, she wouldn't know what the experience was all about.
Alice had just managed to steady herself in the carriage when she felt something suddenly hit her from behind.
At the last moment when he was about to crush her, he supported himself on the wall of the car with both hands, barely stopped the car, and held her in a warm embrace.
She could hear the man's short breathing caused by his sprinting, and the slightly warm breath in the winter air was all over her neck, making her neck skin a little itchy, and also making her heart itchy.
Little did he know that the person behind him was also feeling uncomfortable because of the fuzzy hair sticking out of his bun.
Now that this body was eighteen, she was a little greedy. She lowered her head to suppress the strange color in her eyes, and the smile on her lips deepened.
But before she could turn around, the man behind her quickly withdrew with a breath that had not yet subsided.
The man took a deep breath to calm himself down and explained, "Excuse me. Miss Alice, I just wanted to help with the car."
Alice didn't answer, but curled her lips and rolled her eyes.
It's so boring.
Adrian Moran wondered for a moment if she believed him. He paused for a moment, then said again, without further explanation, "I'll take you back to Bond Street."
This time Alice didn't refuse.
Adrian Moran saw that there was a red cloak in the car, and seeing that the lady in front of him was thinly dressed, he took it out and handed it to her to put on.
Then he took the bag of herbs from the car and followed her.
This place is almost halfway between St. George's Church and the shops of Bond Street. Neither of them spoke during the twenty-minute walk back.
There was only the sound of footsteps and the wind blowing through London.
Occasionally, fashionable men and women would gather in carriages, passing by hurriedly with laughter and noise.
Not long after, the two saw the dim yellow light under the "Oriental Alice" sign from afar.
"Mr. Moran, I'm here." Alice was going to say one last word to this wooden man today and send him off, then she left him and went back to the apartment upstairs to sleep.
The footsteps behind me didn't stop.
Okay, if he wants to send it to the end, then let him send it.
"Miss Alice." Anna and Anne had indeed not rested yet, and they opened the door to welcome the two in.
The man said goodbye and turned to leave.
Outside, fine rain was falling.
London is a rainy city, so it's no surprise that it rains at any time, but it's obvious that the gentleman who stepped into the rain curtain didn't prepare any rain gear.
Alice picked up the umbrella that always stood by the door and poked him in the back with the handle.
He paused, glanced at the rain and fog, and said, "No need, the rain isn't heavy."
"You don't need to. The herbs must be used."
Adrian Moran turned his head when he heard this, and she raised her chin to signal him to look at what he was holding.
The man then took the umbrella, opened it and walked into the rain.
Just now, Adrian Moran didn't hear the harsh words from the gangsters and just thought that she had encountered an unexpected incident where she was almost robbed.
Yet she heard it clearly. This was no accident; the instigator was undoubtedly Reed, the drug dealer who had returned empty-handed that day.
However, before she could settle the score with him, she didn't expect that this man would come up with another evil plan after his first plan failed.
"Mr. Chabs, this is what happened." The middle-aged man who was used to showing off in front of others was actually being humble in front of another young man.
Mr. Chabs took the hat from Reed and went out with him.
In the carriage, Reed continued to compliment him: "Mr. Chabs, you are a graduate of Oxford University and a full member of the Royal College of Physicians. You must keep that arrogant Alice Bennett in check."
"All the medicines we make are prescribed by you. How can we allow such an illegal medical store to be opened openly on the streets frequented by nobles?" Reed flattered with a clear purpose.
Mr. Chabs was also very dissatisfied with Alice. He had just made a name for himself in the association when a wild girl appeared among the people, stealing all the attention and topics. He wanted to climb up to a more noble lady as a supporter, but he couldn't find a good opportunity for a while.
"Is the remedy really that good?" Mr. Chabs interrupted Reed's chatter.
"I don't know whether it's good or not, but all the ladies in the upper class have been deceived by that person. Who knows what she added in it? You must take care of it. Order her to hand over the prescription and check whether her medicine is harmful to your body. Isn't this the responsibility of the Royal College of Physicians?" Reed said righteously, like a lackey of the messenger of justice.
As Mr. Chabs glanced at him, Reed smiled glibly and changed the subject, "Her medicine needs your review and improvement. Once you improve it, it will be safe."
When they arrived at the store, Anne was the only one there. Anna had gone to run some errands for Alice.
Seeing that it was the same man from yesterday, and he brought another gentleman who was more respectably dressed, Anne looked at him warily, but it was not easy to chase him away.
"Gentlemen, would you like to buy anything?"
"Give me a bottle of refreshing ointment." The more respectable one sat down naturally and offered tea.
Anne poured herbal tea and looked out the door, hoping that Anna would come back soon or her employer would come downstairs.
"Why isn't Miss Alice here?" Mr. Chabs took a sip of herbal tea, put the cup down and continued, "We're here to talk to her about practicing medicine illegally."
Anne became even more anxious when she heard this and kept looking out the window.
Soon, the person she was looking forward to appeared.
Alice's hearing is different from that of ordinary people, and she is particularly sensitive to her own name. When she hears someone mentioning her downstairs, she can easily grasp the content.
When she understood what was going on downstairs, she almost laughed out of anger.
Seeking death.
Armed with a ladylike smile, Alice pushed the door open and entered the store: "Mr. Reed, thank you for visiting us again. It seems that either your ears were damaged or your brain was damaged yesterday. I'm really sorry, but we don't sell these two medicines in our store for the time being." Her tone was sincere and caring.
Sometimes it feels good to imitate that person and say strange things, especially when she observes ladylike etiquette in other aspects, making it impossible for the other party to complain or fight back.
Druggist Reed endured it again and again, trying to maintain a decent smile, and introduced: "Miss Alice, please allow me to introduce you. This is Dr. Hyman Chabs, a full member of the Royal College of Physicians." After that, he emphasized that there are "less than a hundred such titles in the whole of Britain."
"Hello, Mr. Chabs." Her eyes fell on the glass bottle of refreshing ointment in his hand. "Do you also have a headache?"
After several years in the association, he was finally promoted to a full member. His Qi cultivation skills were indeed better than Reed's. He put down the bottle in his hand and said, "Miss Alice, I wonder what you think of your illegal practice of medicine?"
"How is it illegal? I just sell medicine and don't see any patients." She was puzzled.
“No one other than members of the Royal College of Physicians is qualified to prescribe,” he continued, “and you didn’t use a prescription issued by our college.”
"Which law has such a provision?" Alice also sat down in the chair next to her and asked leisurely.
"This is clearly stipulated in the bill drafted by Parliament more than 100 years ago." Mr. Chabs recited the contents of the bill fluently.
"That was a law from years ago. We all know the reality now, Mr. Chabs." Alice had learned all about it before opening the shop. "Ever since the plague pandemic in London, medical qualifications have been relaxed nationwide. Otherwise, relying on your staff of less than a hundred people to treat patients would have been a mess."
The sound of a door being pushed open interrupted what the other person was about to say.
"Miss Alice." The man was holding the umbrella from the store, and his intentions were obvious.
"Senior Chabs." He didn't expect to meet an acquaintance here.
"It's Junior Moran." Mr. Chabs brought up the topic again. "Miss Alice, since you know my junior, I won't make things difficult for you. Give me the recipe for the awakening ointment and herbal tea so I can report back to the association."
He added calmly, "Brother Moran, please try to persuade this young lady. I'm also following the rules. She even slandered the smelling salts recipe that's been passed down for years in the newspaper. I'll speak up for her when I get back to the association."
Adrian Moran did not answer, because he knew that the lady would not agree.
really.
"Mr. Chabs, the claim that smelling salts are harmful to the human body is not a slander. So many women with headaches can attest to that. By buying my medicine, they're voting with their feet."
"Besides, a prescription is only effective if it works. We can't just keep using it because it's been around for a long time. If there's a problem, we need to change it."
"Miss, you haven't even been to a proper university. How can you prove that the medicine you changed is definitely better? How can you prove that you have the ability and qualifications to prescribe and sell medicine independently?" Mr. Chabs spoke more and more aggressively.
"Then let's do a live comparison and test it. Let's see if your orthodox method is more effective, or if my unconventional method is more impressive. Mr. Chabs, would you be willing to agree?" Alice added, "How about we just ask a random gentleman or lady on the street to prescribe a treatment right then and there?"
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