Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 379

Episode 379: Shodak [4]

The ingredients of the herbal medicine I made are as follows.

First, Bokbunja.

This fruit with the strange name of turning chamber pots upside down is also found here.

Of course, the bokbunja in Joseon, that is, the bokbunja I know, is quite different in shape, so it looks more like a wild strawberry… … .

'The ingredients aren't important anyway.'

You might be thinking, what the heck is this idea? I have a plan.

It's a great plan that can't even be compared to that of Ki-X-Chung's eldest son.

“Now, look.”

I put in the soup some herbs that were lying around in Upton, including bokbunja.

What do you mean, who knows what these guys are putting in anyway?

What matters is my attitude.

I had my trusted subordinates or disciples from the gang pick herbs and carefully put them into the medicine as if they were sacred vessels.

It wasn't something that was just roughly cut and pasted in, but rather it was something that was improved one by one as if it had some kind of meaning.

"after……."

I stood close to the bathhouse on purpose and was wearing thick clothes, so I was sweating profusely.

To those who didn't know about this situation, it would seem that I was really putting in my heart and soul.

If not that… … .

“It looks like you’re casting a spell.”

“Yeah, that Tiepyeong… I’ve never seen him suffer like that even when he was having surgery.”

You probably think I'm putting a lot of effort into casting a spell.

I'm telling you this in advance out of concern, but this is not a side effect; it is what I intended.

In fact, the fact that His Royal Highness William IV, the Duke who cut off his own body parts, Damien who tried to get an injection even after seeing it, and His Royal Highness the Duke of Cambridge who came all the way across the sea were seated at the very front was not simply based on rank.

That's because these gentlemen are superstitious in and of themselves.

“After listening to what you two have to say, I see that that is indeed true.”

“Sure…… Hmm. Then that would be really expensive…….”

Their words are spreading behind the scenes.

Haha.

So does it end here?

no.

You have to take a picture of Hwa-ryong-jeom-jeong.

“Hoooo…….”

I lifted one of the two remaining core ingredients.

It's red ginseng.

Doesn't the fact that the color is black make it look somehow magical?

The thing that appeared there also looked like a person, and if it didn't work, it looked like it would be okay to blame the Lord.

Even the saponins contained in it are substances whose efficacy has been proven even in the 21st century.

Well… … we'd have to eat more than we imagined to get the effects we're hoping for, and if we eat that much, we'll probably die from the side effects.

with a splash.

I put on the red ginseng with the most serious expression I've ever made.

I had a bad thought in my head for a moment, but decided to forget about it.

Actually, our hospital's ENT department also tried to make a nasal wash using red ginseng and onion water.

The professor in charge had a more of a private practice mindset than a professor's, but it's unlikely that a professor at the best hospital in the country would do something like that without thinking.

'Phew.'

The last remaining ingredient was, in some ways, the most important.

To be honest, I had no idea what effect this ingredient had.

'I didn't know you would actually bring people with you.'

The Joseon nerd Liston's house has now reached a level where it can no longer be called cramped.

Because I bought a mansion in a pretty good location, although not quite Kensington.

And there was a Korean person in it.

It wasn't like I had imagined that they were locked up, they were treated quite well.

He originally went to Macau to become a priest, but was tricked by a soldier who had orders from Liston to come here with the sole purpose of learning theology more properly, even though it was too far away. Liston, a devout believer, would have found it difficult to treat him lightly.

– When I was in Joseon, I was a medalist. Ah… … Well, sometimes, when there were sick people, I treated them.

He was an intellectual in Joseon as well.

So when I asked about the color of the herbal medicine, I was able to answer without hesitation.

When I asked if there was one in England, surprisingly I was told that there was one.

Isn't this an era where there is no medicine that works?

Of course, if you're really sick, opium might help, and morphine might help too… … .

If you are not careful, your breathing will be suppressed and you will often die on the spot. Even if that does not happen, you will usually not be able to live the rest of your life without the drug.

Well, I guess I don't need to tell you that the rest of your life won't be that long.

'They say that they import a lot of different medicinal herbs from Qing.'

That's why it seemed like they were buying medicinal herbs no matter where they were.

Even so, our Anglo-Saxon arrogance did not go away, and since we never asked the locals how to use the medicinal herbs, it seemed like they were mostly left in stock.

I swept away all the remaining rehmannia root.

-If you put this in and boil it, the decoction will turn very black.

I had no doubts about it, as it was the words of someone who would become a missionary in the future.

When I tried it, it really turned out that way.

"after……."

This time too, it wasn't much different.

The herbal medicine, which had a tea-like color because of the bokbunja and herbs, then started to resemble black tea when red ginseng was added, was finally transforming into the dark broth that I know.

I covered the herbal medicine, from which black steam was starting to leak out, with a white cloth and then got up.

“Wow!”

Was it because it was some kind of performance?

There was a thunderous roar.

Perhaps it was because eating just that made me think, 'Me too, one more time.'

Regardless, I recited lifestyle habits that could help with stamina until the herbal medicine was fully absorbed.

You should quit smoking, cut down on drinking, do squats, control your diabetes, etc. These were all very common sense things, but of course the audience paid no attention to them at all.

I was just looking at the herbal medicine.

'I knew it.'

It's okay.

There will be a chance to open your mouth later.

This is not just a passing remark; you can think of it as a numerical prophecy.

Anyway, I let the boiled medicine cool slightly and fed it to the king.

“Ugh…….”

“How is it, Your Majesty?”

“I feel… I feel stronger!”

I know it can't be true, but I never laughed at him.

Aren't people beings more influenced by their minds than they think?

If you serve them a soup that warms their stomachs and has an indescribable taste, you can't help but believe that your body will get better in return.

'It's almost a mess, Your Majesty.'

Even though I am a person who has been baptized in 21st century modern medicine, I do not completely deny the efficacy of herbs.

In fact, some of them can be used as medicine.

That means there are serious side effects.

Would we be able to overdo it on feeding it to our King?

'The one I cut earlier is in a different bowl.'

That's why this herbal medicine has almost nothing in it other than its color.

“Ugh… I think tonight is going to be long!”

After eating that, our king is acting like this, with his dignity down.

The problem is that our noble British people, rather than criticizing this, are envious.

Of course, I had originally only invited the right people.

People who look like they are picky to anyone who sees them don't even send letters.

“Your Majesty, I congratulate you.”

“Wow, I’m really jealous.”

“So, Doctor Pi Young-shin! When will this be available for sale?”

As such, there was truly a fervent support.

I'm really holding myself back when I write this, and it's not really a mess.

What the heck?

Clapping… … cheering, whistling, and so on… … .

“That's what I'm talking about.”

So what happened?

This is a huge hit, that's what I'm saying.

I'm not just saying this, it's a bigger hit than diabetes.

Why can't we just give it to them without even diagnosing it?

Would someone who comes all the way here and pays this price for this herbal medicine really have good stamina?

Because nothing else works, because I'm desperate, I came here to eat.

Above all, since it is not something that requires minimal treatment like diabetes treatment and does not require monitoring, and all you have to do is sell the medicine, the medicine can be produced by simply changing personnel.

That means money will come out soon, that's what it means.

'What is this… … I guess you didn't have to go to the US and do that crap?'

I made up my mind there to become a show doctor… … .

Still, I didn't think it would turn out this well.

'That's why our seniors did showdoc.'

I should have sworn a little more.

I thought I just earned a decent amount.

If I had earned this much money, I would have done more since I would have been behind the scenes anyway.

“Eating this won’t be that bad.”

Anyway, if you earn too much, things like this are bound to happen.

I guess where there is light, there is darkness.

If I paid that kind of money and ate this tasteless stuff and it didn't work, even the British would be pissed.

“Where should I look?”

Of course, I already had an idea.

That means we are prepared.

“Okay, then.”

“Hmm… I see. You smoke?”

“No, how did you know that!”

As I looked at my opponent, the congressman, who was startled, I thought about the smoking rate in London.

It is no exaggeration to say that the smoking rate among British men during this period was 100%.

Are you upper class?

But you don't smoke?

This guy is a bit lacking.

Besides, the cigarettes we know today are so different from the cigarettes we smoke today that it's impossible not to notice if you smoke them.

But I dismissed it as if I had noticed it through the stethoscope and other examinations.

“Haha… Did you really think you could keep a medical secret from me?”

“Oh, well, in front of the best doctor in England…….”

“Anyway, this cigarette. It conflicts with the herbal medicine.”

"huh?"

“It means the effect is halved.”

“Ah… no, then?”

“I’m sorry, but you need to cut down on or quit smoking.”

"her."

He had a look of bereavement.

In the past, in our country, if you said 'no' when asked 'do you smoke?', they would say you lacked masculinity, and in London at this time, it was even worse.

Oh, it's time for that guy to go. I guess I shouldn't pick him next time.

“If that’s difficult, try this.”

“Sit down and stand up? That’s hard…….”

“Even if you do it with your bare body, it shouldn’t be difficult. The ingredients of this herbal medicine are only digested when you do this.”

"ha……."

That's why I gave myself a way out.

'Squats… … They can solve almost everything except for the fact that erection is not possible due to a problem with the penis itself.'

Diseases like diabetes are being treated anyway.

I don't know if the treatment is really the right treatment, but at least it's better than before, that's what I'm saying.

If it gets to a serious state in the first place, the problem isn't getting it back up, but rather how long you can live, so if it's come to this point, it's okay.

“Here. Buy this and take it with you.”

“This is… too heavy?”

“When you can place it on your shoulder like this and do it 30 times three times a day, the herbal medicine will be completely digested. Then…….”

“Then me again?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I see. Buy it.”