It was not until the early morning that Baron De Beauvan celebrated his upcoming president of the Bank of France that he was about to become the president of the Bank of France. His Excellency Treville's departure did not attract much attention. Everyone knew that he was very busy now. After he left, they continued to surround the Baron and flatter the Baron, and the Baron himself did not think it was too much, and kept teasing his granddaughter. . The fastest update

Of course the guests would not know that, just as they were drunk, His Excellency Minister Treville was now asking the Duchess of Riccanicht to share the joy of fish and water with Miss De Bowang, not even just the two of them.

The joy lasted until late at night. When he woke up, it was almost noon. His mind was still a little confused, and he finally woke up after a while.

He blinked, and then saw the two people tangled on him. Perhaps because they were too devoted last night, they all slept very heavily, breathed evenly, and there was still a bit of spring feeling on their beautiful faces. The scattered hair fell on his shoulders, bringing a wonderful numbness and itch.

Between the gaps in the quilt, what touched the eyes were large areas of snow-white skin, and the pink endpoints embellished on the skin. Everything about them was revealed in front of him without reservation. The breath of the room had not completely dissipated. When the smell of the mixture of fragrance and a little sour smell penetrated into his nose, he couldn't help feeling a little distracted again.

It took a lot of effort to suppress the sudden resurgence of desire in his heart and struggled. As he moved, the two people who were still sleeping woke up one after another.

After the initial confusion, Mary immediately blushed, as if she was a little ashamed of the madness last night. She pulled up the quilt and covered her own body. Obviously, although she had shared sex with Charles many times, she was not used to this kind of thing.

But Lola was much calmer. She glanced at Charles calmly, and then struggled to get out of the bed, not taking Mary seriously at all.

She was very involved in playing last night, as if she wanted to use this to vent her loneliness and resentment that had been imprisoned. However, in the end she let go of Charles and let Charles inject her essence into Mary's body.

She put on a nightgown for herself, then walked to Charles, and quietly tied up a tie for Charles who had already dressed.

"Thank you." Shire felt a little flattered.

"It's what you deserve." Lola replied plainly.

At this time, Mary finally got up. She hid aside and put on her clothes. The three of them returned to their usual calmness, as if everything last night was just a dream.

"Let's have breakfast together?" Because he felt that he didn't know what to say, Charles casually found a topic, and at this time, a soft knock on the door sounded outside the door.

Charles opened the door and found that the person knocking on the door was the middle-aged maid who was guarding Lola.

After looking at Charles and the two people inside with a strange look, she looked at the ceiling without looking sideways. "Sir, is it convenient for you and the lady now? The master asked us to help her carry her luggage."

It seems that the Baron has indeed kept his promise and is extremely efficient, and he is ready to move for Lola in the morning.

"Well, it's great, come and move. Also, we're a little hungry now, go and arrange some meals for us." Shire made a gesture.

In this way, he and Lola had lunch and then took Mary away from the Baron's house.

Mary was worried, and she seemed a little depressed all day long and didn't speak. Even when she was alone with Charles in the carriage, she still didn't speak.

"Mary, I'm sorry for what happened last night..." Shire finally couldn't help saying to her. "Well... you know, I... sometimes I just can't control myself."

"Yes, I know, you are intriguing, so I cooperate with you, I dare not make you unhappy." Mary finally spoke and smiled bitterly, "I am just your slave, you don't need to apologize to me."

Charles was even more embarrassed. If Mary had complained to him, he wouldn't have taken it seriously, but she was so gentle that he felt a little guilty.

"You know Lola's personality. She never cares about other people's ideas, and often hurts people with bad words. This is her fault, not yours." Charles stroked the hair on her forehead and comforted her, "You have always been my very heavy-hearted assistant, not a slave, and I will not be domineering to you."

"I don't care what she thinks of me, but she was really too much last night." Mary seemed a little aggrieved. "She wanted me to help her contact someone outside, but I didn't agree, so she treated me like that."

"What?" Charles was a little surprised.

Mary surprised Charles by repeating what Lola asked her last night.

"Sir, what should you do? I'm not betting on you, but making things difficult for this..." Mary leaned against Charles and asked quietly, "You...you won't really do what she said, right?"

"No...don't do this." After a moment of silence, Charles shook his head. "Now her father is my important partner. I can't...I can't do such a thing in private. It will only make him furious and will not do anyone. Besides, Lola should have been punished for doing such a thing, and only her father is qualified to forgive her. Now that she has not redeemed her sins, I don't think we should do such a thing."

He did want to pull Lola, but he didn't want to pull it to that level. He tried his best to improve Lola's living conditions and made the Baron very angry. If he did this in private, it would be a joke if he had a breakup with the Baron.

He believed that he had done his best to Lola, and he didn't want to do more things that could cause trouble.

"Okay... I'll do what you said." Mary blinked, as if she decided to refuse because of Charles' order. "But, please feel that I'm not without risk. Her father is old, and she will come out the day after all, and Lola told me last night that if I don't help her, she will treat me as an enemy... I won't care if ordinary people say such words, and it's chilling for her to say."

When she said this, she almost burst into tears, as if she had been scared by Lola last night.

"Is she like this?" As expected, Charle frowned and then gave Mary a promise, "You don't have to worry about this. No matter how she is in the future, as long as I am here, I will never let her do anything to you. You just need to do what I say."

"Thank you, sir!" Mary laughed in surprise, and then hugged Charles directly. "You are the only one in the world who can protect me. I can only pray that you should not forget these promises..."

"I won't forget." Charles hugged her waist and promised her again.

She knew that besides the joy of fish and water, the desire for protection can also satisfy a man, and she was happy to let his benefactor enjoy this desire for protection. So she showed weakness to Shire over and over again, so she asked Shire to remember her, and over and over again.

Just as the two of them were hugging each other and chatting, the carriage came to his department. With the respectful gift from the staff, the minister came to his office. Those who were waiting for reception in the waiting room could finally start to meet with the minister under the call of the secretary.

However, the first person who was received was not the officials of the ministry or the famous businessman, but an inventor who was still an unknown person. The one who accompanied him here to receive the reception was Ms. De Treville, the minister's elder sister.

"Mr. Pasteur, long time no see." As soon as he saw them, Charles asked Louis Pasteur and then made a gesture to Fran.

"Good afternoon, Your Excellency," Louis Pasteur also asked Charles, but his voice was a little inactive.

Not only that, his expression was also very haggard and his eyes were covered with blood. It was obvious that he had consumed too much experience in recent research activities.

He rushed directly from Giverny's secret laboratory, and after arriving in Paris, Fran took him with him to meet His Excellency Minister Treville.

"Since you've come here, can I reasonably guess... your research has made progress?" Shire asked with a smile.

"Thank God, our efforts have not been in vain. Research has indeed made significant progress." Pasteur said to Charles in a concise manner without going around the circle, "At present, we are quite confident that we have explored a method to diagnose and prevent typhoid and cholera. Both diseases are contagious through bacteria, and are very contagious. Targeted prevention and treatment and isolation are needed to alleviate their horror..."

"Great!" Shir was overjoyed, "You have made an indelible contribution to the empire, sir! Now our expeditionary force has arrived in Turkey, and they are ready to fight against the Russians, and there is indeed an epidemic area, and these terrible bacteria can even kill the soldiers of the empire more than the enemy's artillery fire... So, if you can find a way to solve them so quickly, then you have made a great contribution."

"It is not yet a question of completely solving them..." Pasteur replied with a wry smile unique to intellectuals, "Now we have just isolated and studied pathogenic bacteria, and then carefully figured out how they spread, so we can try our best to control the epidemic and minimize the victims they bring."

"Even this is enough." Charles was in a good mood, with a smile on his face. "Sir, your contribution will bring you fame in history. His Majesty the Emperor will award you the medal. The imperial government will give you honor and money as your reward."

"I...I can't afford such a reward. I just want to serve France." Louis Pasteur seemed a little sad. "Sir, please don't report my name. Just let my study silently serve our soldiers."

His attitude made Charles a little amused, but Charles also knew the reason. In order to speed up the trial progress, Charles instigated the laboratory of Giverny, led by Pasteur, to conduct human bacteria tests. Although the subjects were death row prisoners, Pasteur still felt a little uneasy, so he would rather remain unknown in his achievements. If he had not been determined to serve the country and let the young French officers and soldiers not die in vain due to illness, he would not have been willing to conduct such research work.

Shire was a little surprised at the other party's thoughts. He really didn't understand the other party's conscience, but since the other party said that, he had to respect and accept it.

"Well, sir, since you said that... I won't tell your Majesty, nor will the government reward you. However, you should receive enough money and your laboratory will receive a greater investment. I look forward to you to get more research results that benefit the world in the future."

"I will definitely do it, Your Excellency." Louis Pasteur cheered up. "Now, we can draw some people in our laboratory to train military doctors. I ask you to allocate some people as soon as possible to receive training. Don't waste time. Every minute we speed up, we may save a young man's life."

What he said is true. It is summer now, the climate is hot, and the Balkans and even Crimea are wildernesses, with disease prevalence, so the officers and soldiers of the Expeditionary Force are indeed facing a huge threat, which is why Pasteur and his assistants are desperately trying to speed up the research.

"Okay, I will arrange for the military doctor to receive training immediately..." Shire nodded immediately.

"Let us also receive training in taking care of patients, sir." At this moment, Fran suddenly spoke, "I have recruited a lot of female care workers, and they'd better receive similar training."

"Miss Treville, I understand your enthusiasm, but I'm afraid those places are a little dirty..." Louis Pasteur hesitated a little, "It's probably not very convenient for girls to go there..."

"Let careful women take care of patients, the effect will be much better than that of men. Besides, citizens are equal. Are you only allowed to obey Francis?" Fran interrupted him, "Besides, the battlefield hospitals may be dirtier, and there are bloody wounded everywhere. If you are trained now, we can adapt to the environment in advance."

"But..." Pasteur was still hesitant and looked at Charles.

"Do you have to go?" Charles asked Fran last.

Fran nodded firmly, which made Charles understand that this was an unshakable will.

"Okay, since that's the case, I'll support you." Shire sighed and waved to her. "Come here."

Fran walked over, and then, at Shire's order, picked up the pencil in confusion.

"Soldiers need uniforms, and the nurses in battlefield hospitals should also have uniforms. I think I have to set up a basic uniform for you to familiarize yourself with the rhythm of the army. Well, this kind of uniform should be made of white yarn as the basic material, and then..."

Under Charles' oral description, Fran drew a sketch similar to the nurse's outfit on the official document paper with a pencil. She was good at painting, so this kind of small job was of course easy to get.

Charles took the sketch she drew and found that she drew it based on herself as a template, and it was almost vividly painted. Her white nurse outfit looked solemn and charming.

"How beautiful!" Charles couldn't help but sigh. "You can color it after taking it back, I decided to collect it."

"The hem of the skirt is a little short." Fran's face turned a little red, "It's almost up to the knees!"

"Nurses are going to walk around in places full of blood and filth. The hem of the skirt cannot be high. Wouldn't it be enough to wear stockings?" Charles replied without hesitation, as if in high spirits. "By the way, it must be white."

"The hat looks weird." Fran's face turned redder. "What did you think of it?"

"Oh, you need such a hat, especially here, you can't change it at all!" Charles replied firmly, "This must be used in the uniform, and this is the only condition I promise you."

"I always feel like you're joking seriously..." Fran couldn't help protesting.

"I'm serious, Miss Treville." Charles shook his head.

Louis Pasteur looked at the always serious and reserved Treville brothers and sisters, arguing about a nursing uniform in the government office, and could hardly believe his eyes.
Chapter completed!