Chapter 297: Medical Ethics Issues in the 19th Century

"Have some gin with water, the cold winds of winter nights are quite chilling, I see your faces are all reddened from the cold,"

In the private meeting room on the second floor, Arthur pushed two amber-colored gin drinks toward the two uninvited strangers in front of him, then immediately lit his pipe and leaned back on the sofa.

"Thank you."

After expressing their thanks, the guests, with their fingers stiff from the cold, tremulously picked up the glasses and gestured for the young man who had come with them to have a drink as well.

"John, have some too,"

After receiving his master's approval, the young man began to sip his drink tentatively.

Seeing this, Arthur just smiled and asked, "Your name is John?"

"Yes," the youth nodded and said, "John Snow, that's my name."

"Snow? Snow," Arthur said with a laugh, "Your surname matches winter quite well. Let me guess, you wouldn't happen to be Scottish? Most of Britain's snow seems to concentrate there."