I was the Founding Father of the United States

Chapter 104 Famous

"...Chinese characters actually have simplified versions from the beginning; what you're learning is just the complex version."

Chen Wenbin didn't explain much. After briefly instructing him on the tasks he needed to complete, he called Richard to arrange a room for him in the mansion.

After the two left, Chen Wenbin finally opened Caroline's letter and breathed a sigh of relief after reading it.

There wasn't anything particularly special on it; it just said that she and George would be returning to London soon, and that she hoped Dr. Chen would give her another "check-up" then.

As for the specifics of the examination... children shouldn't ask!

Ugh!

What a tragic fate!

Chen Wenbin tossed the letter onto the table and sighed.

Now that Diana and Mary are both pregnant, and Betty is only seventeen, it means that Lord Chen has been a monk for a while... otherwise he wouldn't have been able to be seduced by Caroline.

He couldn't touch the wealthy women and widows who coveted his body. Putting aside whether they had any diseases, the most important thing was that he was now making a fortune from the pharmacy, and how many envious people were eyeing him?

If you easily expose your weaknesses, isn't that giving others a reason to attack you?

So no matter how busy he was, he would always find time to go to Robin Hospital to treat the nobles and politicians, building connections while using methacin, small amounts of homemade erythromycin and penicillin, and surgery to plunder the wallets of the rich.

In addition, every Sunday, he would take his apprentice physician to treat the sick and poor members of the London Baptist Church (including non-Baptist believers) without fail.

To avoid wasting his time on patients with minor illnesses and mild symptoms, Sir John Chan also donated £1000 to establish two small charitable hospitals in the East and South Ends, where Baptist workers gathered. These hospitals were temporarily operated by apprentice doctors and pharmacists whom he had trained on a short-term basis, providing simple treatments and inexpensive aspirin to the poor.

Thanks to the fervent advocacy of Davis and other Baptist pastors, the esteemed Dr. Robin is now almost a saint among the working class in East and South London!

A sufficiently good reputation brings the most direct benefit: most people, even out of conscience and concern for public opinion, will not lay a hand on Dr. Chen.

For example, a few days ago, two Irish thieves hiding in the slums of East London set their sights on the cash transport van of Robin's Pharmacy. However, before they could make a move, they were anonymously reported to Shelby's pharmacy security team while they were recruiting others.

It was later discovered that the whistleblower chose to report the incident because he had actually witnessed Dr. Chen treating the poor in a church in East London. Moreover, he did not prescribe medicine; instead, he used a scalpel to cut open the abdomen of a patient with abdominal pain, cut out a section of rotten intestine, and then sewed the abdomen back up!

The patient miraculously survived, converted his entire family to Baptism, and vowed to pray for Dr. Robin for the rest of his life.

Surgical procedures, including appendectomies, are not uncommon in this era, but successful surgeries that save patients are extremely rare, especially those involving opening the abdomen. Out of a hundred patients who undergo surgery, eighty to ninety may die from wound infection.

Therefore, this successful appendectomy is a miracle in this era! (Actually, it was thanks to the pain relief from malathion, absorbable catgut sutures, hemostatic forceps, alcohol disinfection, homemade penicillin, and postoperative care).

This successful surgery not only shocked all of London, but also earned Sir John Chan the nickname "The Ripper".

The reason why the more than two hundred craftsmen who were recruited so readily chose to sign contracts to go to North America was not only because of the conditions promised by Chen Wenbin, but more importantly because of Dr. Robin's saintly reputation!

They wanted to believe that a great doctor who chose to treat the poor would not deceive them.

……

Sunday, August 26.

As dawn broke, Chen Wenbin was fast asleep in his bedroom when the butler, Richard, knocked on the door and entered with two maids in aprons.

"...Sir, wake up! Reverend Davis and Reverend Leon have arrived!"

"...Damn it! So early? Is it the weekend again?" Chen Wenbin covered his face with the blanket, waited for a while, and then sat up resignedly.

Richard, dressed in a tuxedo, remained expressionless, simply speaking in a flat London accent:

"Sir, please change your clothes. It is 6:10 a.m. You must leave in 20 minutes to make it to today's worship service."

"……I see!"

Lord Chen stood up helplessly and stretched out his arms. Seeing this, the two maids, Catherine and Doris, put down the basin, towel and clothes they were carrying, and went forward to take off his silk pajamas. Then they changed him into a cotton shirt. As for the trousers, they would change them after he finished using the toilet.

However, Catherine, who was in charge of the left side, was obviously much more skilled than the newcomer Doris. The latter could never button up her clothes, and she didn't dare to touch Chen Wenbin's firm chest with her fingers.

Lord Chen looked down at the pretty, black-haired maid, wanting to tease her, and chuckled, "...Little Doris, why are you blushing?"

"..." The maid blushed even more and lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

Seeing this, Chen Wenbin didn't say anything more. He simply buttoned up his shirt with his hands, then looked at Richard, who was frowning, and silently shrugged.

Richard, feeling helpless, glanced at the bewildered Doris and waved his hand, saying, "Catherine, Doris, you may leave!"

"yes!"

After they left, Chen Wenbin stretched and looked at the old butler, saying seriously, "Richard! I told you, you should send Doris directly to Robin School to learn knowledge and skills, so she can become a female accountant, doctor, painter, or engineer, instead of staying in the mansion as my maid!"

She's your daughter; you should think about her future happiness!

Richard heard him say this and his tone carried a rare hint of grievance.

"Sir, Doris is also a member of the Robin Chan family, and it is her duty to serve you... Do you think she is not pretty enough?"

Chen Wenbin thought to himself that the girl was quite pretty, her features somewhat resembling those of a young Jennifer Connelly…

He quickly shook his head and said, "...It's not about whether she's pretty or not! I like her! But she's only sixteen. She should focus on learning and understanding the world now, and then make her own choice when she turns eighteen."

If she wants to pursue her own happiness, neither you nor I should stop her!

Richard was a little confused by what he said. He really couldn't understand the strange ideas in Chen Wenbin's mind. He was the family's butler, and Doris was his daughter. Was it wrong for her to stay by her master's side as a maid?

As for letting Doris make her own choice... what choice do women have?

Staying in the family, marrying a member of the family, and preferably having a child with the master—that would be her best choice!

However, having lived half his life, he could tell that his master was genuinely considering Doris's feelings and respected her thoughts and freedom... It was truly a new world's contagious disease of freedom!

He complained inwardly, thought for a moment, and said helplessly, "Sir, I think you'd better talk to Doris yourself and ask her what she thinks... Since you respect her freedom, shouldn't you also be able to make decisions for her?"

Betty didn't want to go to school either, did she?

"Well……"

Chen Wenbin was reminded of this and realized that he hadn't asked Doris for her opinion yet.

He just subconsciously felt that girls of high school age should be at school learning knowledge, not at home serving him... However, he couldn't rule out that Doris, like Betty, was also the kind of person who got a headache as soon as she looked at a book.