Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 99

Episode 99 Stormy Hill… … ? [3]

It's a wound, but… … .

The most urgent thing would be rabies, right?

Common sense tells you that Emily Brontë died in her thirties, so it seems unlikely that she died of rabies… … .

Doesn't it seem natural for people to become weak when they get seriously ill?

'My father doesn't seem particularly rich, though.'

Of course, if there is adequate nutrition and medical care, and if the child is young, recovery is possible.

This was the 19th century.

A world where even royalty is dying one by one… … .

Isn't it obvious what kind of life a person from a fallen priestly family will lead?

‘What… … After doing this, I guess I’ll get tuberculosis later.’

If you were to choose infectious diseases that are inseparable from humanity, aren't there a few that immediately come to mind?

It is no exaggeration to say that these are diseases that have been largely conquered by now… … .

Anyway, if we were to list all the diseases that were prevalent at that time, there would be the flu, tuberculosis, syphilis, and malaria.

Since these are diseases that have had a huge impact on human history, you can imagine how much of an impact they have had on individual lives.

“Let’s go. Let’s see how dry it is.”

“Oh, right. But would that really work? It would have to be more than just supportive.”

So I cleaned up my wounds as best I could and got into the carriage.

Liston was unable to join.

This guy has over six limbs that need to be amputated today.

I don't know if I should say it's fortunate… … .

Since he had already built up a reputation that made it difficult to become more famous, he was no longer cutting corners in the square.

Of course, since there is no separate operating room, we are cutting it in the lecture room… … .

Compared to cutting it completely outside, wouldn't the risk of infection be less?

'It started raining while I was cutting it.'

Virani.

If it were rain in a rural village, you might have faith that it would be clean water, but this was London.

There were chimneys everywhere, and black smoke was rising from every single one of them.

In the 21st century, people were making a fuss about acid rain and such… … .

The rain that falls here is German, I guess.

“I think so. At least it’s better than supporting it.”

“If that’s what you want, then yes. Okay, have a nice trip. Rabies is not my area of expertise anyway.”

"yes."

"ah."

"yes?"

“Don’t worry, I’ll cut it off if the inflammation gets worse.”

“Ah… … yes… … .”

Yeah, how many cases of tetanus have been caused by dog bites?

Even if that weren't the case, wouldn't all sorts of strange infections have occurred?

In this era when there was no concept of disinfection, let alone antibiotics, Liston's role was bound to be crucial.

'No matter what, you're thinking of selling the child.'

Was Emily Brontë one-armed?

Since I don't know much, I should be able to figure this out.

Hoping that wasn't the case, I took a carriage and drove out to the outskirts of London.

If it were any other time, there would have been a high chance that it would have drizzled… … .

Fortunately, the villa we arrived at was so dry that it could be described as crispy.

Anyway, they say the weather here is better than London.

'In humid London, bread rots, and here, the brain dries… … Let's go with a two-track system for now.'

As I climbed up the ladder to the roof in a cheerful mood, I felt a little dizzy.

oh my god!

Rotten bread and dried brains.

So how is this any different from the herbs used by witches who ruled the Middle Ages?

If I lose my mind for even a moment, I feel like I might sneak in something like bat poop without even realizing it… … .

“Hmm. It’s crunchy. Hmm. Hmm… … Will this do?”

Since that was impossible, I tried to keep my wits about me and came down holding the dried brain and the water.

The coachman, who was watching the scene, clicked his tongue for a moment.

The reason is… … .

It's obvious, isn't it?

No matter how I look at her, she looks like a medieval witch, right?

If I were the only one who said that I should feed that to patients, wouldn't I have been crucified upside down?

'Dr. Liston… … Thank you… … .'

The groom was probably too scared of that man to go anywhere and say anything.

Anyway, I took it and got back on the carriage.

“Let’s go.”

“Uh… … Yes. That’s medicine… … medicine, right?”

"yes."

Still, the coachman kept asking.

In fact, even I felt like my confidence was fading.

Why?

No, this is… … why is it like this?

Is it because I'm so good at dissecting things that I was able to cut it almost in its original form?

This really looks like dried brain and medulla.

Feed this to people… … .

That too to someone who is very sick… …?

'Louis Pasteur… … Did you really feed it like this?'

When you say pasteur, most people think of milk.

From the perspective of medical history, isn't he truly an incredible person?

A person like that… …?

“Oh. Looks like you can hear something well.”

“Well then. Hmm… I think it’ll be good for your health.”

As I was thinking that, I found myself in the hospital.

London is a city so congested that the word traffic jam already exists, but now it is the social season and the rich, the aspiring rich, and the indeterminate have all gone to the suburbs, so there are no carriages.

That doesn't mean there weren't people on the street.

There were many workers wandering around with blank expressions.

-Get out of the way!

During this period, workers were considered weak and it was difficult for them to get in the way of carriages.

I don't know if I can say thank you for this… … .

Anyway, I came early and was able to meet our proud 19th century doctors.

And they were amazed to see the naked brain and cerebrum of this dog I had brought.

“Do you really think so? You’re not saying that because of me?”

“No, really. It’s making my mouth water.”

“Umm… … .”

Mouthwatering… …?

It was difficult to just look at it as strange.

This period is advertised as an age of science, but isn't it actually an age of barbarism?

Superstitions were rampant and there were strange foods everywhere.

And what's really weird is that the idea that these weird things were good for you was also widely spread.

It's really absurd that these guys introduced scientific thinking a little early and made a documentary called Mondo Cane in the 20th century.

“Well, that’s fortunate.”

Thinking that something good is good.

How would a 21st century person who has returned to the 19th century survive without this?

I forced myself to stop thinking, which was now half instinctively chasing its own tail, and turned to the patient.

I didn't go to Emily first.

Wouldn't the person who got bitten yesterday be more in a hurry?

The guy was bitten on the upper arm, not even the forearm.

'The closer you are to the head, the faster the progress.'

After all, isn't rabies a disease caused by a virus that targets the head?

That means preventive measures and treatments must be put in place before the virus reaches our heads.

Even in the 21st century, people who get bitten in the neck are almost guaranteed to die, so there was no need to ask now.

Even if it wasn't because of rabies… … .

Even if you only consider local infections, it is dangerous if it is near the neck.

"eww……."

Anyway, the ward the old man was admitted to was the amputation ward.

If you look closely, this person is also a subject of experimental treatment, and therefore should have been in the lab, but somehow things turned out this way.

So, is it a good thing that Emily Brontë is in the VVIP room of the lab?

“It’s so… … here.”

Of course, I wasn't the kind of person who would go crazy and say things like, "Isn't it going well?" to this old man, so I first offered him some words of comfort.

“It must be hard. It’s an amputation ward… … so many people are in pain.”

“No, more than that… … .”

“And the patient is sick too?”

"yes yes."

Since just conveying the message is something that anyone can do, I conveyed the message while examining the patient's wounds at the same time.

In addition to the bite wound, didn't it also cause a bruise?

It was a situation where the only thing that came to mind was the phrase, "add insult to injury."

Come out, you little brat, I was briefly wondering yesterday if it might be better for infection control if Emily Paldo supported it.

Let's get beaten up.

'The forehead is fine… … but the local fever is severe. Well… … the skin barrier was burned coolly… … .'

After seeing this, I realized that I'm in serious trouble.

Yeah, weren't burns one of the biggest risk factors for infection?

It was only natural that a burn would completely destroy the most powerful barrier to infection, the skin.

So in other words, this patient was bitten and the area around him was completely destroyed.

“First, drink this.”

By the way, why the hell did those guys wrap the bandages around… … .

If you're going to wrap it, you should have wrapped it with a clean cloth in good conscience.

Even putting that aside, it was a mess.

“Okay, are you ready?”

“Huh? Oh, oh, oh, oh!”

The patient, who had survived being bitten by a rabid dog and not even fainted when he was burned with a soldering iron, has now lost consciousness.

Even though we watered the willow tree, it was like that.

In fact, it was expected.

“Oh my.”

The bandage, well it was just a random piece of cloth, had the patient's torn skin all over it.

It was natural because they had just applied a dry bandage to the wound without even applying ointment.

“Is this okay?”

It was such a mess that Joseph and Alfred, who saw the sight, asked:

No matter how you look at it, isn't the place where you lost just completely destroyed?

“Are you okay?”

"no."

“So… … If there’s anyone who has a bite wound, don’t support them… … .”

“Well… I guess that’s how it should be.”

I didn't know that if the wound was small, supporting it might be the answer.

Otherwise, if the blood vessels are exposed and bleeding profusely, you have no time to think about the aftermath, so you have to endure it.

But… … such a wide wound was something that shouldn’t have been done like that.

Anyway, it's strange to think that you're causing a bigger wound instead of trying to cure something.

Line by line.

Even with those thoughts, and even though I wondered if this patient would survive, I did my best to examine the wound.

Even so, all I could do was wash the wound with boiled and cooled water and examine the damage inside… … .

“First of all, don’t cover it with anything. Leave it as is.”

“Ugh!”

Even after cleaning it like that, the patient woke up after some time had passed.

I was sweating profusely.

It must have hurt.

How strong would the pain-relieving effect of willow water be?

“I’m sorry, but it had to be done.”

“Ugh… … .”

The patient, stained with pain and anger, looked at me and tried to get angry, but it was in vain.

Joseph and Alfred grabbed his arms.

No, I only grabbed one arm.

My other arm hurts so much I can't move it.

“This is something that needs to be done too.”

To the patient who was thus tied up, I thrust dried dog meat into him.