Circe's magic potion had to be consumed five times. She was still used to using modern standards. It was just a cold, so it would only take three to five days to recover. It was normal for her to consume the potion over five days.

But in the eyes of others, it was very different.

Elizabeth and Jane had been surprised for a long time, and now they were used to it, but it was a slap in the doctor's face.

For a poor, ordinary eighteenth-century village doctor with insufficient medical knowledge, he only knew two ways to treat a fever and a cold: sweating and bleeding. Now, seeing the patient's complexion and mental state improve visibly after drinking this bowl of unknown potion, he was completely shocked.

After the surprise, his face was burning. His previous ridicule was not polite, and his disgust and contempt were almost written on his face, but now he was speechless.

He looked embarrassed, gritted his teeth and hesitated for a long time, but still forced himself to come over, "Miss, I'm very short-sighted, I'm very sorry, please forgive my rudeness," he paused, and his face became redder, "I have a presumptuous request, can you tell me the formula of your potion?

I, I'm willing to pay a lot of money to buy it! "

This time, it was Circy's turn to be shocked. She thought that this was an arrogant idiot, but she did not expect him to be quite flexible.

Unfortunately …

"Why don't we talk in private?"

Circy smiled politely, nodded to Mr. Bentley, and took the doctor out to the garden.

Circy had been to the Netherfield Garden many times, and she might be more familiar with it than Mr. Maurice.

She found a secluded corner and stopped. Without looking, she knew that the doctor must be excited. Circy sighed softly.

It was not that she did not want to share the formula, but the potion formula also required the use of potion materials and magic guidance. This doctor, as an ordinary person, could not make a pot of potion in his life.

To get a cure for a cold, they still had to rely on their own efforts to study it.

She could only say sorry.

Circy silently chanted a series of incantations, and took advantage of the moment when she turned around to throw a punch at the doctor.

Mr. Bentley and the others wouldn't care, but a doctor, especially a doctor with basic professional ethics, couldn't ignore a prescription that could save a life, so it was a spell of vague memory.

He would still remember that the patient's condition had improved, but he would no longer remember that bowl of medicine.

This was the first time Circy had used memory-related magic in this era, and it was for such a reason. For a moment, she felt inexplicably melancholic.

In this era where medical treatment was extremely backward, she could only do her best to help the people around her.

— — —

Jane's condition improved, and Elizabeth planned to take Circy back.

Circy brewed all the potions that needed to be taken in one pot. Anyway, potions like magic potions wouldn't go bad, so she just took a bottle and put it in it.

Elizabeth was tall and slender, and Circy was also a slender girl. She often either ran around or stayed in the basement, so she couldn't get fat at all. They were more than enough to ride the same horse.

Jane hoped that her two sisters could spend more time with her. Sick people were always fragile, so Mr. Bentley took the opportunity to invite them to stay here. He was very happy to make Jane feel happy.

The two sisters didn't refuse and stayed gratefully. They also borrowed Mr. Bentley's servant to send a letter to their respective families so that someone could send some clothes over.

Although she was better, Jane was still very tired. After the joy of seeing her sisters passed, she fell asleep again.

Elizabeth and Circy stayed by her bed for a while, and then quietly went downstairs to let her have a good rest.

They went downstairs at the right time. Dinner was about to be ready, and Mr. Bentley was about to call someone up to inform them to eat.

Don't expect much from English food. After all, even modern England's dark cuisine was world-famous, let alone eighteenth-century England.

Even if it was at the table of the rich, the principle was the same.

Circy was used to being abused in the past twenty years, but when she saw a whole roasted antelope on the table, she was shocked and suffocated.

And the tub — yes, please allow her to use the word tub — stewed meat.

The whole table was filled with various meat dishes, each larger than the last, except for a basin of salad in the corner.

When Mr. Hesto loudly praised Mr. Bentley's cook, Circy couldn't take her eyes off the whole antelope.

Yes, it was whole.

To what extent was it whole?

Its stomach showed no signs of being opened, and the hair in the details was not cleaned, and it was completely uncut.

Of course, such a whole antelope didn't have any fragrance, only a mutton smell. Circy closed her eyes at the smell.

On second thought, after all, people in this era could treat undigested food in a cow's stomach as a delicacy, so Circy calmed down. At least the food in front of her was something that a normal person could barely accept.

But this was a little too much.

She looked at the sharp but small knife and fork beside her in confusion. Circy was very confused. How could she eat something like this in a way that was worthy of the elegant dining etiquette of England?

Darcy sat diagonally opposite Circy and watched the girl measure the antelope with her eyes, then the knife and fork. The question mark was written clearly on her face, and he couldn't help but chuckle. He quickly coughed twice to cover it up.

Elizabeth saw this scene. Darcy's rude and arrogant image had long been established in her heart. At this moment, she just took it that he was mocking Circy's seemingly inexperienced look.

Her face flushed with anger. She forced herself not to show it on her face, but she couldn't help but secretly glare at Darcy.

She then turned her head and quietly comforted Circy who was being mocked. She secretly despised Darcy in her heart. To think that he would laugh at a girl so ungentlemanly when he acted like an aristocrat all day.

Circy was confused when Elizabeth gently comforted her. She was just thinking about how to gracefully attack the antelope in her mind and didn't hear Darcy's chuckle. She looked at Elizabeth with a confused expression.

But unexpectedly, Elizabeth looked at her confused eyes and her tone became gentler. She even glared at Darcy while she was at it.