Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 89

Episode 89 Mercury. Mercury Chloride [3]

Mercury treatment has been around for quite some time.

In fact, even if I had only dipped it in for a second, it would have felt like I had done it for a long time.

Something like that… … .

That's… … .

Because it was a terrible thing that should never be done to a person, even for a moment.

“Ugh, ugh. Uweeeeek!”

Should we call this a side effect?

Do you think the guys who dip people in mercury would call this a side effect?

Shouldn't we just view it as a nightmare that was expected?

“Okay, good.”

“Good, Professor.”

“As expected.”

Even his underlings, no, his assistants, including Jemel, who were standing in a row behind him, were laughing.

I have thought many times that there really is no hell in these brutal times… … but I don’t think I have ever been more sincere than I am now.

I'm holding it in for fear that I'll faint if I lose my mind even for a little bit, right now…

“Okay, then I think you’ve vomited enough, so let’s go to the ward.”

“Yes, Professor. I will move it again.”

“If it seems to be effective, let’s leave it for now… … and do it a few more times to see how it goes.”

That was when.

Killian, who had endured all kinds of treatment, no, torture, as expected of a strong sailor, passed out.

Even someone who had been traveling across the Atlantic Ocean couldn't stand the thought of doing this a few more times.

In fact, it was amazing that I could endure it even just once.

If I were you, I would be dead already… … .

“Laugh.”

Anyway, since this is a world without beds that can be pushed and moved, the assistants loaded Killian onto something like a stretcher.

Then he returned to his sickbed, showing off his strong arms.

Only then could I see Killian's face properly.

He looked like he was practically dead.

The word pale, as if it were meant to be used in such a situation, completely disappeared.

“Oh, I see you’ve been getting a lot of treatment.”

“That’s right. Hehe. Syphilis is really bad. They say this hospital doesn’t skimp on mercury, and it’s true! Hehe.”

“I know someone who is having a hard time, so I guess I should call them here.”

The patients all started talking about this and that as they watched Killian return, looking like a zombie.

Even though they were all patients in a truly miserable state, having had one limb amputated or was scheduled to have one, I was filled with affection.

It must have been because I took the medicine I made.

Of course, there were still some who wore the arrogant hat.

Since it was not a complete medicine in the first place and was an extremely primitive pain reliever and anti-inflammatory, it was difficult to expect any significant effects.

“Ugh… … Ugh… … .”

Anyway, I saw my patients, did a little dissection, listened to a lecture, and then came back.

Killian was awake.

He was saying that he was not dead but was still keeping his eyes open.

I realized once again that he was an amazing guy.

Surely… …is this the kind of person who could seduce so many women even though he had syphilis?

It wasn't usually poisonous or persistent.

-If you want to date a person, try acting a little more aggressively. He won't like you because you're acting without any manners.

I remembered the advice my senior gave me when I was almost single.

"are you okay?"

Of course, I wasn't particularly interested in foreigners, so I focused on seeing patients.

It's not that it wasn't true, but Killian's current appearance was so horrible that even a cold-blooded person would feel pity for him.

“Okay… Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

Killian lost his temper at me.

It was something that couldn't be helped.

How could he be angry at Dr. Liston?

What if they rush to cut off my hands and feet because it looks like I have syphilis?

It's a scary story, but it's not like this never happened before.

In an era when we didn't know anything about incubation periods or lesions, let alone blood tests, we had no choice but to focus on visible phenomena. As a result, many doctors tried to directly remove lesions that were shaped like lesions.

Doesn't it seem like there would be a lot?

People like Liston who cut it out of consideration for the patient are noble, but there are also people who cut it out of curiosity?

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t look that good. But, you heard? I can do a few more treatments like the one I did today.”

“Rather… … kill me… … .”

Anyway, I became generous and continued speaking.

Then Killian reached out his bound hands towards mine and began to plead.

It didn't help much.

They tied it so tightly that even a gorilla wouldn't be able to escape.

In fact, if you received the treatment you did during the day, it was clear that even an elephant, not just a real gorilla, would stretch out.

What a world, dipping a person in mercury.

-What about something like that? Some hospitals emit mercury vapor. Like a sauna. How effective it must be. I'm jealous… … But the director won't allow it.

What Jemel said to me was truly shocking.

If you look closely, it seems like these guys aren't really trying to save people, but are just thinking about how to kill them in a shocking way.

-I just want to die now.

Aside from that, Killian's words just now made me sink into a very old memory.

This happened when I was a resident. There was a patient who postponed surgery because he wanted to attend his child's wedding with a healthy face, but he missed his chance.

I tried all kinds of treatments, but isn't timing actually the most important thing in all treatments?

This was especially true in the case of cancer.

No, it's me and the professor… … .

So, ultimately, we lost the patient.

Before that, the patient had lost his will to live and his mind.

“To death. I’ll try anything.”

That's when I decided.

Even if it seems like a bit of an excessive treatment, let's do it if it seems necessary.

If the treatment is so extreme that it goes beyond the point of being crazy, then we should make an exception, but anyway.

“Don’t do it… … Please don’t do it… … .”

Killian, who had no way of knowing my true feelings, tried to wave his hand.

My heart ached as I watched my hands, tied to the bed rails on both sides, moving back and forth.

Well, thinking about what happened today, it wasn't unreasonable to do that.

No, if you are cooperative with treatment, that is a problem in itself.

That means you're crazy.

“That’s fortunate.”

“No, that’s not good… … Save me… … No, kill me… … .”

Thinking that he wasn't crazy, I first patted a 1cm area of Killian's body that wasn't covered in poop or vomit with my finger.

“Eek.”

Killian crouched down, as if something about it seemed ominous.

-The next treatment will be decided in about three days.

Looking at Killian like that, I thought of the words Jemel had left for me earlier.

3 days.

Jemel just had a strange way of speaking… … .

To me, it felt like a death sentence.

The way I see it, it's a miracle Killian didn't die today.

“See you later.”

“Don’t… … Don’t do anything, please… … .”

I went outside, leaving Killian's pleas, which were not pleas, behind.

“Are you feeling better? Giving that precious mercury to a guy like that. Dr. Jemel is a real doctor.”

The person welcoming me was a typical 19th century doctor.

Before that, he was also a close friend of mine, Joseph… … .

Anyway, I patted the guy on the shoulder, not feeling like it was worth responding.

“Let’s go see my senior first and then come back here.”

“Huh? Why don’t you go home and rest?”

“Killian… … If we leave him like this, he’ll die.”

“Syphilis is originally deadly.”

“No… … That’s not it.”

These little kids.

You guys are meant to be killed, as usual.

I barely managed to hold back my last words and got into the carriage.

Fortunately, Joseph was already an obedient boy to me, and yesterday's events had made him even more so, so I didn't have to say anything more.

“Oh, you’re here?”

“Yes, is everything okay?”

“Yes, if something had happened, I would have given my message.”

“I’ll take a look first.”

As soon as I arrived at my senior's house, I ran to the room first.

That's where Alfred was.

'If it doesn't look like anything is wrong… it means that it hasn't gone away right away, nothing more, nothing less.'

Even in the 21st century, guardian statements were only for reference.

Of course, a detailed description of the symptoms and their course of events would be helpful.

The decision as to whether something is okay or not should have been made by the medical staff.

In the 19th century, when higher education was not only not widespread but even doubtful to the extent that it existed, it was pointless to talk about it.

"hmm……."

I started with the Mac.

I kept thinking that it would be nice to have a blood pressure monitor.

They say there is a way to measure it… … .

Even just hearing it, it seemed like it wouldn't be commercializable.

First of all, to measure blood pressure, you have to insert a needle into a blood vessel… … .

Not a vein, but an artery.

Of course, we had arterial blood pressure monitors, but they were used only for really critically ill patients.

'Even if it looks weaker than me… … it doesn't seem that low.'

Thanks to that, the blood pressure I'm measuring now is really just a guess.

Even so, he would be able to make a more accurate judgment than any other doctor of this era.

“There’s no fever… … For now, the inflammation doesn’t seem to be getting worse… … .”

I felt my pulse and my forehead at the same time.

Since it was impossible to measure the exact body temperature, it was only estimated.

And then I saw a pear.

At first glance, there seemed to be nothing wrong.

Since the sutures were not medical grade, there was a red glow around the area, but I thought I could just ignore this level of local inflammation.

No, originally it wasn't supposed to be like that… … but I passed because there was no other alternative.

“Ugh… … .”

“Are you coming to your senses?”

“Uh… … I’m of sound mind.”

“It doesn’t look okay… … Anyway, how’s your stomach?”

As I was looking at my senior like that, he suddenly opened his eyes, groaned, and opened his mouth.

He was good at talking, but his face was honestly a mess.

I couldn't help it since I couldn't eat anything.

However, I was worried about everything and would have to just inject the sap.

From needles to tubes to sap, nothing was trustworthy.

'If it's not death… … let's not do that.'

I felt like I shouldn't do anything unless it was as bad as someone being dug up from a grave.

The only good thing was that my senior had appendicitis.

If it had been any other illness, it would have taken forever to recover enough to eat, but this happened in just a few days.

“I’m going to press here lightly. I’m going to press really lightly, so don’t play now.”

“Uh huh.”

"how is it?"

“Um… … Just a little sore?”

“Good. The progress is good.”

“Uh… …Thank you.”

“Thank you. It’s natural for a doctor to treat a patient.”

“Thank you for saving my life. If it weren’t for you, I would have died twice already.”

“I don’t know yet, so let’s wait a week and then say hello again.”

“Uh huh.”

I said it defensively, but honestly, I didn't think anything would happen.

Well, who would have had surgery and would have had something like that happen?

'I might really be a genius… … .'

With my shoulders back, I started searching for the pieces of bread I had hidden here and there around the house.

With this, I was going to see if the fungus growing on the seaweed would die, and I was going to pick out the ones that were effective and feed them to Killian one by one, and if they were okay, I was going to feed them to my senior too.

It felt a bit like I was being assimilated into the 19th century, but I couldn't help it.

'Great progress begins with a spirit of adventure.'

I put the pieces of bread in the basket, recalling a word that wasn't even in the family register.