Fox of France

The two of them had been waiting in the side hall for almost an hour, and the more President Edward thought about it, the more worried he became, because if the people from the Anglican Church and the French did not agree, then the conversation between them should be over soon. The so-called non-speculative words are too much. But now they've all been talking for at least an hour. This posture seems to be bargaining. And being able to bargain itself shows that they have something to talk about.

Fortunately, there was no one around, so President Edward whispered his worries to Dr. James.

Dr. James knew that when President Edward said this to himself, he just wanted to help him find some advantages over the Anglican Church. So he thought for a while, and then replied: "President, I think there is one thing that the Anglican Church can't compare with us."

"Tell me……"

"They couldn't really change their position," James said.

"That's right!" President Edward slapped his thigh and said, "You are right. No matter how the interests are exchanged, the Anglican Church and the French are always rivals. It is impossible for the Anglican Church to really fall to the French side. It is impossible to really believe in the Anglican Church. In fact, the benefits that the Anglican Church can exchange for are very limited. And... this matter... James, I don't think that with our size, it should not be the real French target, they now have such a big advantage... No matter whether this advantage is through precise calculation or really good luck, such an advantage should not be used to deal with small targets like us. Who is France What is the real goal of man?"

Neither of them spoke, but both of them had answers in their hearts. For France, Britain is by no means a friendly country, and of course it is the same for Britain. As long as there is an opportunity to weaken the opponent, both countries will gladly do so. If this matter was really arranged by the French from the beginning to the end, then they have expended so much effort, and the conspiracy of the arrangement is definitely not just aimed at a small organization like themselves.

Of course, that doesn't mean they're safe, just as the wagon wheels were never aimed at some overwhelmed dung beetle, and at the time it didn't mean the wheels wouldn't crush any dung beetle that was right in front of it . Well, that's what it's called—destroy you, what's your business?

Therefore, for the Medical Association of England, the most important thing is not to get in front of the wheel. The trouble now, however, is that they seem to be literally getting in front of the wheels.

Now that the wheels were rolling over, it was too late to hide, and the only hope was to let the wheels voluntarily turn a corner for them. And to make the wheels turn for them, they must show their value, and let the wheels think they are their own worms. Or to put it more clearly, it means that in the struggle between Britain and France, they must make themselves the de facto heroic traitors in order to protect themselves.

However, the two didn't feel too much guilt about this, or they quickly hypnotized themselves: "The strength of France has proved the correctness of France's path. We are not betraying Britain, but to promote the stubborn Britain. people are on the right path.”

At this time, the door of the side hall was knocked lightly. Then the waiter who had just received President Edward's money gently opened the door.

"Editor-in-Chief Mabeifu invites you two to come over." The waiter replied.

The two followed the waiter out and entered the living room of the editor-in-chief Mabeifu.

The editor-in-chief of Ma Baifu was very polite to their arrival, he took the initiative to greet them, led them to the sofa, sat down together, and then asked very courteously: "What do you two want? Black tea Or coffee?"

"It's better to have black tea." President Edward said.

"Sure enough, I have never met anyone who chooses coffee between the two in England." Mabefu laughed, "Actually, if you two choose coffee, I really don't have any good coffee here."

Edward and the others also laughed. But Mabeufu smiled candidly, but Edward and the others laughed much more fakely.

"The two gentlemen came to me suddenly during their busy schedules. Is there anything I can do for you?" Mabefu asked.

"That's it..." Edward considered his words, and then said, "You must be aware of the recent controversy caused by Miss Bonaparte's travel notes."

Mabeifu didn't speak, just nodded to show that he understood about it.

"You know, at the beginning we, especially our doctor James, said some very rude and extreme things to Miss Bonaparte without knowing who she was. Doctor James felt very ashamed of this, so……"

"So I hope to apologize to Miss Bonaparte through you, Mr. Editor-in-Chief," James said hastily.

"Oh, there is nothing to worry about," Mabeuf said. "You don't know Mademoiselle Bonaparte, and though she is a lady, Mademoiselle Bonaparte is a lady with a big heart. Keep things in mind. You should have read her travel notes. In the travel notes, Miss Bonaparte also mentioned that she also said some extreme things at the time, and said that it might be her excessive words that caused the misunderstanding. So You see, Mademoiselle Bonaparte does not blame you..."

"No, no, no," James hurriedly said, "Miss Bonaparte's broad mind is admirable, but I was the one who was wrong in this matter. Miss Bonaparte didn't say anything wrong. Anyone as kind as her People, seeing the tragic situation in the hospital, it's hard not to be excited. It's just that I was too rigid and arrogant to listen to Miss Bonaparte's correct opinions. Looking back now, it really makes me ashamed..."

"Chief Mabeuf," said President Edward, "is not only Dr. James who has made this mistake. The whole of the English Medical Association, including myself, has made a mistake on this point. We are so If it is not because of the article in the latest issue of "The Lancet", we would not even realize our mistakes. In order to minimize our mistakes to the majority of patients How many lives would we have saved if we had listened to Mademoiselle Bonaparte's advice, if we hadn't been so proud!"

Speaking of this, President Edward couldn't help but shed tears of regret, and his voice choked up.

"Editor-in-Chief Mabeuf, I hope to publish an open letter through your newspaper, apologizing to Ms. Bonaparte and expressing our remorse. In addition, we found that the current medical science in France has gone far. In front of the whole world, if we don't want to become barbarians abandoned by the times, we must hurry up and learn from France. You are a person who has a great influence in France. I don't know if you can help us, and French medical school, we plan to arrange some doctors to learn from French doctors. We also want to invite some French experts to give lectures in the UK, and we also want to invite some senior experts to serve as directors of our guild, so that Guiding us to improve our hospitals, develop and audit our people."

Mabefu laughed: "President Edward, it's never too late to pursue scientific truth. I can see your love for science and admire it from the bottom of my heart. We can arrange for your open letter to be published. I believe Bo Miss Naba can also see it. As for sending people to study in France and hiring French experts..."

"This matter is very important. It is related to the well-being of countless patients. If you have a connection, Mr. Editor-in-Chief, you must help us. We are also people who know how to repay you..."

"Ah, President Edward, you know that the media that has the closest relationship with the medical and academic circles in France is not us, but the Lancet magazine. They have many such channels. But you know, " The Lancet is too difficult, and the number of people who can understand it is limited, so their sales have not been large. Their sales cannot support the expenses of this magazine. And they are unwilling to make the magazine too commercialized—— You know, academics are always a little lofty."

"It should be, it should be." Edward said repeatedly, "This is what a person who devotes himself to learning should look like. It's really admirable. Ah, editor-in-chief Mabeuf, please continue talking. "

"That's right. I don't know if you know that the maintenance of The Lancet is entirely dependent on the donations of experts who love science and public welfare. Because of this, they have a very close relationship with those experts. Close. If you want to arrange for doctors in England to learn new medicine or something, it is much more convenient to find them than me. After all, like you, they are the most professional?"

"Thank you very much." President Edward said, taking out a large envelope from his coat pocket, and handing it to Mabeuf with both hands, "Mr. Mabeuf, this is written by the Doctors Association of England. An open letter of apology from Mademoiselle Bonaparte."

Ma Baifu took the unusually thick envelope, and did not open it immediately, but said: "Don't worry, gentlemen, we will arrange the layout as soon as possible."

"It would be best to arrange it on the front page." President Edward said as he stood up, "We are willing to pay for the cost of publishing this letter on the front page. In addition, I have to rush to the editorial office of The Lancet right now." Go, don't bother Mr. Editor-in-Chief anymore."

Ma Baifu also stood up, walked the two of them to the door, watched the two of them get into the carriage, and then turned back. Edward and James went directly to the editorial office of The Lancet.