Make France Great Again

"Pissie, tell me what happened? What happened to my cousin!"

Pescily's expression made little Jerome's calm heart fluctuate a little. His smiling face gradually turned into a dignified expression. His drooping hands unconsciously caressed the brown-yellow leather trousers, and he kept thinking about the past life in his mind. data of".

I forgot to say that Jerome Jerome in his previous life was a senior lover of European history. He was proficient in the history after the Great Revolution. data, and then forced to traverse.

During the four months, little Jerome didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary, for he was afraid that if he, a little butterfly, flapped his wings and fanned his cousin's throne away, it would be ridiculous.

As long as my cousin becomes the emperor of the empire, I can be a prince with real power.

As for losing the throne in the future Franco-Prussian War? Little Jerome wouldn't let it happen at all.

"No, my cousin shouldn't be busy at this time!"

Jerome Jerome "clearly" "remembers" his previous life information, his cousin returned to Paris in April, was expelled from the country, and returned to Paris again in July to run for president.

Louis Bonaparte of the history line ascended to the presidential throne smoothly.

Unexpectedly, the butterfly wings of his own were still fanned from Paris to London.

"Your Majesty, he..." Percy lowered his head and sighed, and said hesitantly, "He has cholera, I'm afraid..."

The word "cholera" hit Jerome's heart like two heavy hammers, and an indescribable emptiness flooded into Jerome's heart, followed by brief palpitations.

This feeling came from the soul's action on Jerome's body, causing his body to lean back slightly, his knees seemed to be pulled out of strength, and he fell to the ground a little bit.

Thanks to Fleury's sharp eyesight and quick hands to support Jerome, Jerome was not ashamed.

Jerome, who was being supported by Fleury, growled word by word: "Mr. Percy! You promised me to take good care of him, what is going on here! Why is he infected with my cousin? Cholera!"

In the 19th century, when there were no antibiotics, no penicillin, and even the transformation of medicine from disorder to system, the most common and deadly thing was "cholera". If you get cholera, you have to shed a layer of skin if you don't die.

Percy, who felt Jerome's anger, responded cautiously: "Your Majesty, he may have been infected when he was serving as a vigilante in Britain! Some time ago, that strange disease was prevalent in Britain!" [Note 1]

"Vigilante? A leader of the Bonaparte family, a prince going to be a vigilante?" Jerome laughed angrily and pointed at Percy and scolded: "What are you doing? Aunt Odense, father, sister and others The entire Bonaparte family entrusted you with the "leader" of the Bonaparte family, yet you didn't do anything! If you hadn't encouraged your cousin back then, he wouldn't have embarked on this path..."

The resentment hidden in the depths of the soul was vented through Jerome's mouth, and Percy could only submissively express that he had not fulfilled his role as a subject.

After some bloody abuse, Jerome asked again: "Where is my cousin now?"

"St. James, King Street, under the care of Miss Howard!" Persie, who looked sluggish after being reprimanded by Jerome, hurriedly responded.

"Why don't you put..."

Jerome, who wanted to reprimand Percy for not sending his cousin to the hospital, suddenly remembered.

In the 19th century, when medical facilities were not perfect, the environment of public hospitals and even some private hospitals was not as good as at home. Most of the doctors in public hospitals were part-time doctors. Many doctors still used their crappy doctors without professional examinations. Tufangzi earns tips.

An operating table full of flies,

Grease-stained gauze and unsterilized scalpels, each seems to be a challenge from God to the gentlemen of the 19th century.

Staying at home is a better choice than a dirty hospital.

Of course, these situations are only for the rich. Workers without money can only enjoy treatment from crappy doctors in street charity hospitals.

Jerome Bonaparte shouted to Persier and Fleury: "Go away!"

Led by Fleury, Jerome Bonaparte came to a dark black carriage with a striking Bonaparte logo printed on the side box of the carriage.

This carriage is obviously not a temporary lease, but used by the cousin for daily communication.

A good carriage costs about 2,400 francs, and about 4,000 francs a year including fodder and other miscellaneous things.

Jérôme concluded that his cousin might have borrowed new debts to pay off old ones, using his father's estate as collateral.

Jerome opened the door and got into the carriage, followed by Persili, while Fleury was sitting in the driver's seat of the carriage, reining in the horse's head with one hand and waving the whip with the other.

"Sit tight!" The carriage began to move under Fleury's skillful technique.

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Jerome on the carriage closed his eyes and thought about the road ahead.

Percy, who was sitting opposite Jerome, looked around anxiously, and glanced at Jerome from time to time.

Driven by Fleury, the carriage dashed left and right, and soon left the slums of the East End of London, crossed Waterloo Bridge and continued forward, Shaftbury Street/St. Martin's Church, the dividing line of "two worlds" close at hand.

Behind the carriage is a low, dilapidated three-story building, while in front of the carriage are row upon row of small apartments.

Looking left in the direction of St. Martin's Church, you can even see the towering spire of Buckingham Palace.

A church and an iron bridge separate the poor from the rich.

After entering Shafberitz Street, the surrounding police force increased significantly. Vigilante police in worn-out uniforms and holding revolvers could be seen patrolling every ten meters on the street.

Even the shops have become clean and tidy, and the noise of the slums has also disappeared.

The well-dressed gentlemen also nodded to each other.

Fleury, in order to prevent a collision with a person, slowed down his horse and walked through the streets of Shaft Berlitz, and stopped at a small mansion at the end of King St. James Street.

"Your Highness, we are here!" Percy's voice reached Jerome's ears.

Jerome slowly opened his eyes.

PS: 1. After Louis Bonaparte fled from Strasbourg to London, he voluntarily acted as a vigilante with his own dry food in the London area, and suppressed the labor charter movement brewing in April in Britain.