Chasing Time

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.”
Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?”
The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?”
Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!”
“Oh!!!!”
The audience erupted into thunderous applause.
“Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately.
The applause grew even more fervent...
(The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)

The Shadow of Great Britain

Hadcassle smiled and said, "The patient was already critically ill, with extreme weakness, faint pulse, and severe thirst, but after I administered four consecutive infusions, injecting 200 ounces of saline solution, he gradually awakened from his coma, showing significant improvement, and eventually recovered!"


Upon hearing this, Arthur couldn't help but stand up joyfully, placing his hands on the other's shoulders, "Mr. Hadcassle, you have indeed not disappointed me! I assure you, your treatment will soon be..."


Before Arthur could finish, there was a sharp snap as the door to the parlor was suddenly flung open.


"Hadcassle! I knew it was you! Have you had your fill of conducting medical experiments on patients, you Executioner? I warn you, if you do not reflect on your actions, as soon as the cholera outbreak is over, I will certainly go to the Royal College of Surgeons in Westminster to have your medical license revoked!"


Chapter 297: 19th Century Medical Ethics Issues_3