Two hours later, Berget arrived at Saint-Michel Square and sat in the special seats of the Castle Theater with his friends who were out shopping.[1]

In front of him was a new drama about the old aristocrats lashing out against capitalism, lamenting their endless pursuit of money and fame. But what came to his mind were scenes of his father's "teachings" from the past.

Although doctors have status and make enough money to support themselves, they are still unable to compare with the administrative positions of the House of Lords. Therefore, when Berget was still underage, Krissy asked him to be admitted to the Department of Law or Philosophy of the University of Vienna.

Prepare for future parliamentary work.

But Berget decisively abandoned politics and became a doctor, choosing to go in the opposite direction.

A few years later, when he completed all his undergraduate studies in medical school, Krissy continued to be very thoughtful and recommended the internal medicine route as a choice between internal and external surgery.

Because internal medicine is the real doctor, not only does it earn a lot of money, but it also has a medical association that only belongs to internal medicine. However, surgery is a business that involves cutting skin, cutting flesh, and bloodletting. It is not only dirty, but also as unnoble as the actors on the stage.

It can be said.

But Berget decisively chose surgery, which was still contrary to his father.

A few years later, after he graduated with a master's degree and a Ph.D., Chrissy helped contact Graz Hospital. There was no need for an internship or a promotion from the lowest-level assistant. As long as he reported after graduation, he could become this hospital.

Hospital surgeon.

Bergert, however, did not take this hospital seriously at all, and shamelessly followed the best surgeon in Austria.

Everyone is a noble with knighthood. Chrissy has no dissatisfaction with Ignatz, and he doesn't care about the "meager" income of the surgeon. What he is really dissatisfied with is this statusless profession and being too close to civilians.

Municipal General Hospital.

A social welfare hospital built with funds from churches and philanthropists, it treats almost all the people at the bottom of society, and the working environment is imaginable. What’s even more troublesome is that it’s hard for him to talk about it. He can’t tell others about himself.

The first heir of a prestigious family does the job of cutting off people's hands and legs to clear their urinary tracts.

"I know you will be surprised." Berget looked helplessly at the old noble on the stage, "But there is no way, my father is this kind of person, face is more important."

Sitting next to him and listening to his complaints was a young gentleman of similar age.

He is tall and tall, and is still eye-catching in a theater surrounded by nobles. Not only is his restrained and cautious elegance, but more importantly, his outstandingly handsome face. Not to mention that his right hand can paint the most beautiful portrait oil painting in Austria.

Even though he was born into a poor family, he was respected by many people.

"I think as a father, there is nothing wrong with doing this."

Berget became a good boy here. After thinking for a moment, he nodded: "Mr. Hans said that I always have an indescribable feeling when I see my father, and I will choose to resist uncontrollably."

"This is a trait that only young people have. It will disappear in a few years. You have to cherish it."

Berget was laughed at by him, and his mood suddenly improved a lot.

At this time, Sarson next to him suddenly poked his head over and asked: "How was Miss Naya last night? Is she as beautiful as the rumors?"

"How should I put it..." Berget hesitated for a while, but chose a more traditional statement, "Isn't it impolite for us to discuss the appearance of a young woman in private like this?"

"What? Do you still want to discuss it openly?"

"Haha, Berget, you are already holding me by the waist and dancing together, how can you still speak seriously?"

"..."

Berget understood the truth, but being around the two bachelors in Sarsen and Meren made it impossible for him to avoid these sensitive topics, so he could only reply perfunctorily: "It's okay, it's pretty good-looking."

"I've been waiting all night, but there's no other way to describe it? Do you understand the pain in our hearts?"

"I'm sorry you two, I'm in a bad mood today and I really don't want to talk about this."

They were both medical graduates who were recruited by Ignatz together. It was a pity that they couldn't go to the ball to see her beauty. Who knew that they didn't even make it in time for the surgery. Since Berget insists on being a gentleman, then he can only

Can change the subject: "Let's talk about surgery."

Berget was stunned: "Today I came to watch the opera with Mr. Hans to find inspiration. Why don't you listen to the opera and talk about surgery?"

"Isn't it because of boredom?" Their fathers are both well-known entrepreneurs in Vienna. They have become the villains of this drama inexplicably. They must feel uncomfortable. "I listened to three acts in a row. The music was monotonous, the lyrics were boring, and the plot was meaningless.

What’s interesting is that the actor’s vocal skills are quite acceptable.”

"Sarson is absolutely right. The whole play is just about scolding the mining boss, saying that he abuses the labor force and treats workers as livestock, but he just doesn't come up with some correct solutions. Just once or twice.

Of course it will be boring if it happens again and again, and I’m sure there won’t be another one.”【2】

Berget saw their position and simply changed his reason: "Mr. Hans is here, talking about how he can bear the surgery."

"What? Is there anyone who doesn't like to see surgery these days?" Sarson said with a smile, "In my father's company, the highest ticket price for Mr. Ignaz's surgery was 200 crowns, and he was still in the sixth row.

The location with the worst view.”

"Besides, Mr. Hans has also studied anatomy, so he should be fine."

Hans was in a trance while watching the opera. He reacted after being mentioned by them: "Me? I have no problem. You just have a good time chatting."

Berget was forced to have no choice but to briefly recount this unbearable past incident. The focus of the whole thing was still placed on Kavi: "It's that Kavi again. Not only did he pick up a

It was a huge bargain, and it even made the headlines in the evening newspaper! Now his status is much higher than ours, and Teacher Ignatz obviously trusts him more."

"Haha, I think in the eyes of the teacher, we don't have the option of trusting us at all." Sarson saw clearly, "otherwise, why would he specifically call that Kawei if you were here? It's not like he didn't care at all.

You are treated as an assistant. Of course, if it were the two of us, we would not be ranked."

"Well, after studying hard for so many years, it is so unlucky to meet such a guy when I graduate."

"Kavi...I don't know where the teacher got it from."

Perhaps because of the repeated mention of this name, Hans, who had been listening to the opera carefully just now, suddenly became interested and took advantage of the change of scenes to ask: "Kavi? Who are you talking about Kavi?"

"Oh, I'm just an assistant."

"What does an assistant do?"

"I just help transport patients and move things."

"A handyman? What's there to talk about with a handyman?"

"He is different. His father seems to have opened a surgery clinic in Lombardy." Berget explained, "He said he has been helping there since he was a child, so he has a lot of clinical experience."

Hans's interest reached another level: "He is also a medical graduate like you?"

"How is that possible? He used to be a tree cutter and never even went to middle school!"

"Hahaha~ So cutting down a tree is about the same as cutting off a leg?" Hans was amused by his own words. "Having never been to middle school, doesn't it mean he doesn't even know the words? How could he understand your surgical medical records?"

This seemingly careless remark actually made the three of them notice a detail.

Why did Kavi, who had never been to school, know how to read, and it was not ordinary Austrian German, but the Latin commonly used by Ignatz?

Berget was a nobleman, so he had no problem learning Latin since he was a child. Sarson and Mellen both learned it halfway, and they knew very well how troublesome it was to learn a new language.

"Maybe his father taught him."

"A barber? Don't say that I despise my job. Twenty years ago, maybe not that long, let's just say ten years ago, even a famous doctor like Mr. Ignatz would have been called that." Sarson

Said, "If ether anesthesia hadn't gradually become popular, surgery would never have been able to develop to where it is now."

Berget understood this deeply: "Don't say ten years ago, just yesterday, those physicians called him that behind his back."

"Since he's not his father, where did he learn it from?"

"He is only 17 years old..."

...

The new opera did not receive good reviews. He left the show halfway through the performance. Not only did there not be a curtain call after the performance, but there were even a lot of boos. But under this embarrassing situation, there was a cry from the special seats.

Thin applause.

The citizens of Vienna have very finicky tastes, and if it were anyone else, no one would be able to cater to them.

But this time, the person standing in the special seat and applauding was the famous portrait painter who became famous instantly. He was much more famous than the ordinary nobles who had made no achievements. This was not only because of Hans

There are ups and downs in learning to paint, but the more important thing is to look pretty enough.

He was standing there, with his soft blond hair curled on his fair forehead. Everything about him looked graceful and graceful, without any pretense. His gentle eyes alone were a caress for every glance he gave to others.

Such a handsome young man spared no effort to encourage the actors, and the ladies, ladies and ladies in the audience would immediately follow, and it would only take a moment for their attitudes to change.

As long as they move, those rich kids and gentlemen will naturally follow suit.

This simple follow-up out of selfishness caused the strangest scene since the completion of the Burgtheater. The 10-minute curtain call was followed by boos. The actors who had already changed into casual clothes and were about to leave had to return to the stage again.

Thank you and salute in return.

In fact, they know in their hearts that the play is really unsatisfactory and it is inevitable to be booed.

Nowadays, the lively scene in the theater has long been divorced from the opera itself. The focus is not on them at all, but in the center of the special seats, the young painter named Hans Schriati.

If you see him from a distance, the first thing that comes to mind is the graceful and elegant wax figures with canes displayed in the windows of large fashion stores, then when you look closer, he is the perfect ideal partner in the minds of innocent girls.

Hans has no dandyish temperament at all. This temperament is purely natural, as if it grows from his skin.

The three accompanying Begets had long been mentally prepared. Although they were robbed of the limelight, they were willing to do so because Hans's beauty had already transcended gender. Even a simple greeting could be pleasing to the eye.

.

"So, who asked him to stand up?"

"How do I know? This kind of drama shouldn't be applauded at all."

"I always feel that Mr. Hans's feelings about music are different from ordinary people's. The last time I went to listen to a new musical was the same. It was really an outstanding performance. The audience burst into applause, but he just sighed."
To be continued...