Return to Africa to become a tycoon

Chapter 26 The Judge in High Spirits

At noon, in an upscale restaurant in the port of Genoa, a blond man in his forties, dressed in a suit, was reading a newspaper. His eyes opened slightly, and the monocle clipped to his right eye almost slipped off.

"This guy actually became famous!"

With a furrowed brow, Victor's doubt deepened as he scrutinized the newspaper article once more.

"Merciful Louis has created another miracle—is that guy really that amazing?"

Victor was completely bewildered.

Is he really a doctor?

Back when he was in prison, he was determined to bring this guy in as his accomplice.

Looking at the newspaper, Victor was filled with doubt.

"What exactly is he trying to do? Even if he can cure syphilis, he's made the treatment public and won't earn a single penny. What good does that do him? Who would do a business that doesn't make money?"

Victor frowned, completely baffled by the kid's intentions.

"This guy, is it all for fame? Merciful Louis... what good is he!"

Just as the thought crossed Victor's mind, he caught a glimpse of Renato walking into the restaurant.

Renato, who was standing at the door, immediately came over as soon as he saw him.

"Christie..."

He sat down after the waiter pulled out a chair, looking extremely excited.

"Christie, do you know? She's come all the way from Rome, my friend! The most dangerous woman in Italy has arrived!"

Perhaps he was too excited, for he didn’t even notice that his voice was trembling.

"If you can convince her to invest, we'll both get rich!"

"Don't get so worked up, Renato, my friend. Calm down. She's your niece, is it really necessary to get so agitated?"

"How can that be the same?"

Renato lowered his voice.

"If she finds out, I'm finished. She's the most dangerous woman in all of Italy!"

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

Victor smiled and invited him to sit down. Just as he sat down, another person walked into the restaurant. As soon as he entered, people kept greeting him.

"Hello, Judge Alessandro."

"Hello, Your Honor..."

Almost everyone was greeting him, and seeing this, Victor looked at the judge with some curiosity.

Is he famous?

"he……"

Renato, sitting next to him, followed his gaze and his eyes lit up.

"It's Judge Alessandro, you know? He's the most popular guy in all of Genoa right now!"

Victor asked, somewhat surprised, "Most popular? Why?"

Renato answered directly:

"Because... he's Mr. Liu Yide's friend! Everyone needs him, my friend..."

As they spoke, Renato had already stood up to greet him, but Alessandro only nodded slightly in response before walking in another direction. From afar, the mayor's secretary, Corney, warmly called out to him:

"Alessandro, I'm here..."

He immediately went over enthusiastically. "Mr. Kearney."

……

The setting sun painted the sky and the sea a gentle orange-red, and its afterglow spilled onto the cobblestone streets, the houses, and the crowds queuing in front of them.

But there was still a long line in front of Federico's clinic—everyone knew that Mr. Louis was in the clinic, which was why they came, even though they were destined to come with high hopes and leave disappointed.

But in their view, there is always hope if they wait.

Although there were other doctors in Genoa, people were more willing to believe in "the miraculous Louise".

After all, treating syphilis is inherently risky, and although patients do die at Federico Clinic, the mortality rate is much lower.

Besides, no one has died here for a week!

This is simply a miracle!

"Oh dear, you poor folks, don't you know? The waiting list here is for months ahead."

Alessandro, in his carriage, could see the long queue in front of the clinic from afar.

In a port city like Genoa, the one thing that is not lacking is patients infected with syphilis; there are at least hundreds of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands.

Poor people, rich people, noble people, regardless of their social status, can all be infected with this disease.

Now, Louis's invention of "fever therapy" has given these desperate people hope for a new life.

"Thank God I met him!"

Alessandro was so moved because in the past, he had become the most glamorous person in Genoa—everyone was eager to get to know him.

The nobles and officials who wanted to get to know him had a simple purpose: they hoped to cut in line at Federmiello's clinic.

Don't they know Federico?

Of course I know him. But even if I cut in line, it's not certain whether I'll be personally treated by the kind Louis at the clinic.

Therefore, we still need to ask someone for help with this.

Alessandro became the best person to turn to for help, because it was he who cleared Louis's name.

They shared a great friendship—it was clearly just a matter of personal kindness!

Through this connection, Alessandro finally integrated into high society and became a rising star in Genoa's upper class.

Of course, at first, it wasn't anyone important who approached him, but everything changed after Lorenzo!

Not only did nobles flock to the area, but...

Even the mayor contacted him through his secretary, asking him to help him find a patient—a woman who was a well-known socialite in the local upper class.

The mayor himself came knocking on our door!

"The presiding judge? No... I'm on my way to Rome!"

As soon as this thought popped into Alessandro's mind, another question immediately came to mind—what if Rome didn't have Luid?

Thinking of this, Alessandro's brows furrowed immediately.

At this moment, the carriage had already stopped in front of the clinic.

Alessandro took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and came downstairs.

His gaze swept over the patients in front of the clinic, and the patients, upon seeing him, began to call out:

"Look, it's Judge Alessandro!"

"Judge Alessandro, thank you for your impartiality!"

"Your Honor, you are also one of our saviors!"

Reputation is a wonderful thing!

The praise made Alessandro a little smug, and he responded to the crowd's enthusiasm with a broad smile.

He then walked into the clinic and met Federico in the doctor's office—the latter seemed to be organizing experimental records.

Upon seeing Alessandro, Federico's brow furrowed instantly, and before the judge could speak, he spoke first:

"Your Honor, you can't keep cramming patients into the clinic! Have you forgotten Lorenzo's lesson?"

"How could I forget?"

Upon hearing this, Alessandro laughed:

"Don't worry, we have the amazing Louise, and I will be very selective with my patients."

As he spoke, his gaze swept quickly across the room, and he asked:

"Baron, where is Mr. Louis?"

"What are you planning now? Are you going to cram more people into the clinic? Is the Duke of Genoa coming?"

Federico's tone was full of dissatisfaction, even tinged with contempt. He looked down on people like Alessandro, who would stop at nothing to curry favor with nobles and officials. These days, more than half of the patients in his clinic were brought in by this guy.

My God!

Experiments require "consumables"—patients of all ages and physical conditions. But now, no one has died in a week, and everyone is strong and healthy. How can we conduct experiments like this?

But now, his clinic hasn't had a single patient die in a week.

God help me, this is completely illogical!

Is it scientifically sound that no one died during treatment?

Because these patients were selected by Alessandro—they were mostly strong and healthy people, and these experimental subjects did not have any comprehensive experimental value!

That's why Federico made his sarcastic remarks. The Duke of Genoa he mentioned is the king's nephew, whose father, Prince Ferdinando, was granted the title decades ago.

This also signifies that the titles of the old nobility have been completely reduced to honorary titles—the kind of honorary titles that are not officially recognized.

"The Duke?"

Alessandro smiled and responded calmly.

"That guy's leading a fleet on a patrol in the Far East right now, and he probably won't be back for a few years. If he's in Genoa, I guarantee he'll be here; after all, he's a naval veteran!"

The navy is also a high-incidence area for syphilis. Those guys, like sailors, like to frequent brothels and flirt with prostitutes.

"He's in excellent health; he's practically the perfect patient!"

The judge's answer made Federico frown even more, and he said in a deep voice:

"Mr. Louis needs more time to do experiments, not to waste time on these patients you've crammed in."

He didn't want anyone to disturb Liu Yide's experiments. As a big fan of Liu Yide, Federmiello firmly believed that Liu Yide's invention would change the world.

"No, no, those patients are exactly what he needs. My friend, we are all ordinary people who need to stand on our own two feet in this world, and so does he, perhaps even more than we do."

Alessandro had a clearer understanding of human nature, while Baron Federico—that guy simply didn't understand the rules of the world.

Alessandro smiled, walked over, pulled up a chair, and sat down.

"However, that's not why I came today. You see, the sun has already set, and I just happened to be passing by when I suddenly remembered that I haven't seen Mr. Liu Yide for several days. It's dinner time, and I'd like to invite him to have dinner with me. By the way, Baron, why don't you join us too? Perhaps we can chat with him about his fascinating inventions."

Upon hearing this, Federico's brows furrowed even more deeply, his displeasure deepening.

"Your Honor, what Mr. Liu Yide is doing is a great cause that could change the world, and it cannot be disturbed in the slightest. I believe we should not disturb him at this time."

In his mind, Liu Yide's experiment was far more important than a dinner.

Alessandro waved his hand dismissively, his tone half-joking and half-serious:

"Look at you, you're being too serious. Even heroes who change the world need to eat, need to rest, and need love."

Alright, my friend, don't be so tense. Let's put "changing the world" aside for now!

Let's go enjoy some good food and relax—even if we want to change the world, we need to fill our stomachs first to have the energy to continue!

Having said that, he headed for the stairs. Federico hesitated for a moment, then followed. Well, no one died, not just because the patient was strong and healthy—but also thanks to that magical powder.