Chapter 49 Winston
In fact, it only looked serious, it was just a simple abrasion, and because Rock was in excellent physical condition, when the doctor came to treat Rock's wound, the wound had stopped bleeding.
This surprised Dr. Jonathan Jackson again.
"This shouldn't be the case. Under normal circumstances, even if this situation is not fatal, you should still rest for a few days. But, but--" Jonathan Jackson looked at Rock as if he were a monster. From the time Rock was injured to the time Jonathan Jackson began to treat Rock's wound, it was only five or six minutes. But within these five or six minutes, Rock's wound had stopped bleeding, and there were signs of healing at the edge of the wound. This, this is unscientific!
"I have just used Baiyao. Do you know Yunnan Baiyao? It is a holy product for healing wounds, a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation. I only have a little bit of it, and I have used it all up just now." Rock attributed the reason to the great Yunnan Baiyao. At this moment, Melody had helped Rock bandage the wound. Jonathan Jackson wanted to observe it for a while, but was sternly rejected by Rock.
I can't let Jonathan Jackson see it. The wound was burning with pain just now, but now it has started to itch, which is a sign that the wound has begun to heal. Rock didn't know why it happened.
"Oh, a secret recipe passed down from generation to generation. Where can I buy it?" Jonathan Jackson turned into a funny guy in seconds.
Damn, this isn't a half-step crazy smile. Rock ignored Jonathan Jackson and thanked Melody politely: "Thank you, Melody, we meet again."
"You're welcome, Locke, you always give people surprises." Melody smiled sweetly.
Rock's guess was correct. Although they both stopped a serious violent attack, Rock and Henry were treated very differently. Even though he was injured, Rock only got the right to rest in the manor, while Henry could follow August Russell to the hall to show off in front of the big shots. This is the difference.
"Locke, although the wound looks like it's not serious, you still need to rest for a few days." Jonathan Jackson didn't dwell on the details. The mysterious East has always been unknown to Westerners . There are many things in this world that cannot be explained, and Rocke is not cooperating. Jonathan Jackson can't force Rocke to go on the dissection table.
"It doesn't matter. I won't leave the front line if I'm only slightly injured." Rock didn't want to rest. If he wanted to rest, he would rest after tonight. Now is the time to show his face. What if he has a chance to show up in front of the big shots later?
The opportunity to show your face will come soon.
"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, I'm not a coward, I'm also a hero--" Henry half hugged and half embraced a drunk guy as he came out of the banquet hall. The guy was shouting as he walked, but others looked at him as if he were a clown.
"Yes, of course you are, Mr. Winston. No one blames you. You did everything you could." Henry spoke nicely, but his hands did not hesitate. He resolutely sent the drunkard named Winston to Dr. Jonathan Jackson.
"What's wrong?" Rock came over to help.
"No, no, you are injured and need to rest now. You'd better go back to Cape Town with this gentleman and get a room for him at the Table Mountain Hotel." Henry was in a good mood at the moment. It seemed that the relationship between Rock and Ada would no longer have any impact on Henry.
Well, the love of idiots is really cheap.
"I'm not drunk, I'm not a coward, and I don't want to be like that--" The drunk named Winston was reeking of alcohol and was pressed firmly on the chair by Henry.
"This guy was drunk. He was a war correspondent and was captured by the Boers in Freer. But he was lucky and managed to escape back alone. He doesn't need your pity. He can earn 250 pounds a month." Henry settled Winston down and then remembered Rock's injury: "How is your injury? Why don't you go back and rest early? I'll give you a week's paid leave, or half a month if that's not enough."
Henry was very generous. Not to mention half a month, even a month would be no problem. Many people would never get the chance to show their faces in front of so many big shots in their entire lives, but Rock got it. In a sense, Rock and Henry just saved everyone in the banquet hall.
Maybe not as serious as all of them, but if those few insurgents had mixed in and detonated explosives in the crowd, then theoretically anyone could have died, so it's not an exaggeration.
"My injury is not serious, we'll talk about it later." Rock looked at Winston sitting on the chair and felt that the name was a little familiar.
It looks a little familiar, Winston - Winston - Winston Churchill!
A name suddenly flashed through Rock's mind.
Could it be Winston Churchill?
Rock really didn't know whether Winston Churchill had participated in the Second Boer War, but judging from his age, he seemed to be quite suitable.
"Winston - what's his full name?" Rock couldn't help but express his curiosity.
"Winston Churchill--" Henry's answer made Rock ecstatic. Governors and directors were nothing in front of Churchill. The person in front of Rock was the greatest British man in history.
However, Henry's next words broke Rock's impression of Churchill.
"His father was a lord and former chancellor of the exchequer, but unfortunately he died of syphilis a few years ago. His mother's name was Jenny Jerome, the daughter of Leonard Jerome, the king of Wall Street in the United States. This Jenny was extraordinary. She had been hailed as the most beautiful woman in the world since she was a child. Now she should be the most beautiful widow in the world, or the richest widow in the world. She has as much money as her lover." Henry had the potential to be a reporter for The Sun, and Melody listened with great interest.
"Hey, gentlemen, it's not decent to talk about others behind their backs." Jonathan Jackson was very dissatisfied. This is a f*cking infirmary, not a bathhouse. Is it really okay to discuss syphilis and widows here?
"I'm sorry, sir. Please take good care of Mr. Winston. The Boers are offering a reward of 25 pounds for his capture. He is a war reporter for the Morning Post and a well-known writer . If you don't take good care of him, he will write about you in his book and scold you harshly." Henry said and then he slipped away, busy going to the banquet hall to get some attention.
Damn, the future British Prime Minister is too worthless, just 25 pounds. His current monthly salary is already 250 pounds. Didn’t Transvaal discover the world’s largest gold mine?
So stingy!
And you are blind!
He deserves to be pinned to the ground and rubbed by the British.
"Doctor, leave him to me. I will send him back to Cape Town." Rock would definitely not miss the opportunity to deal with Churchill and would make sure Churchill felt at home in Cape Town.
Just like Henry just now, Rock half hugged and half embraced Churchill and took him out of the manor.
At the gate of the manor, Rock saw Ada's carriage.
Then let’s go together.
