After I got my MD from the University of London in 1878, I went to Netri, where I took compulsory military medicine courses. As soon as the course was over, I was assigned to the Fifth Musket Regiment of Northumberland as a paramedic assistant. At that time, the Fifth Musket Regiment was stationed in India, and before I could reach the troops, the Second Afghan War broke out. I came ashore from Mumbai and learned that the Fifth Musket Regiment had long been deep behind enemy lines, so in desperation, I had to continue with a group of officers who had also fallen behind, and finally found my unit in Kanda and began to work. It can be said that many people have been promoted in this war, but I think it was only a disaster, because I was hit by a Jetzer bullet while transferring to the Buck State Brigade for the Battle of Vendé. The bullet shattered my shoulder blades and scraped the arteries under my collarbone. Fortunately, I was saved by a brave soldier named Mori, who put me on horseback and took me back to our position, saving me from trouble, or I would become a Kaji man.
The gunshot wounds were not healed, and with the long-term bumping and exertion, my health deteriorated and my whole person became very emaciated. I and a large number of the wounded were taken to the Poshur Hospital in the rear, where after a period of recuperation, my body gradually recovered, but unfortunately something happened again, and I contracted Indian typhoid fever. For months I was unconscious, with only one breath left.
When I finally woke up and gradually improved, I was sent back to China because of my weakness. I spent more than a month aboard the ship Elentiz before arriving in Portsmouth, and then began a nine-month recuperation leave given to me by the government.
In England, I had no relatives and friends, no worries, so I was very free, like air, more like an unemployed vagabond. After arriving in London, I stayed in an apartment by the London River and lived a boring life. Soon, as I had less and less money on my body, my life gradually became embarrassing. I was faced with two options: either to live in the countryside or to completely change the way I live now. In the end, I chose the latter and decided to leave this riverside apartment.
The day I made this decision, I met Stanford at the door of the Clytellian Bar, an aide I had at Barts Hospital. I am very happy, after all, it is very rare to meet an acquaintance in london that is unaccompanied. Although we weren't very close at the time, I was still very excited, and he seemed to be very excited, so I invited him to the Holborn restaurant for lunch.
We got into the car together, and the car slowly moved forward in the London market. Stanford asked me in surprise, "Watson, what's wrong with you, how are you skinny?" ”
I briefly told him about my experience a while ago. Before I could finish speaking, the car arrived at Holborn's restaurant.
After entering the restaurant, Stanford continued to listen to me, and he said sympathetically: "Poor man! So what are your plans for the future? ”
I replied, "I want to find a cheap and comfortable house to live in, but I don't know if I can find it." ”
He said, "Strange, you're the second person to say this to me today." ”
I was taken aback and asked, "Who was the first person?" ”
"It's a guy who does tests in a hospital. This morning I also heard him complain that he had found a good house, but the rent was too high, he could not afford to pay alone, and he would not find a person to share for a while and a half. ”
"That's great, I can share a room with him!" Two people are better than one. ”
Stanford listened to this, looked at me in amazement, and said, "I guess you haven't heard of Sherlock Holmes yet, or you wouldn't want to live with him." ”
"What do you mean?" Could it be that other people's character is very poor? ”
"It's not that other people are of poor character, it's just a little weird, he's always studying this and that." In fact, as far as I know, he's a decent guy. ”
I asked again, "Is he a research doctor?" ”
"No, actually I don't know what he's researching all day. He was proficient in anatomy and a first-class pharmacist, but never studied medicine systematically. The things he studied were very strange and unorganized, and he often went around collecting and accumulating some strange knowledge that even his professors were stunned to hear. ”