Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 131

Episode 131 Improvement [2]

“No… … Is there a problem with you too, sir?”

“There are many problems. I can’t even count how many times I wake up at night.”

“Ha… … So you’re saying I should cut off your body parts?”

“Well… I already have a child, so it shouldn’t really matter, right?”

This was the biggest problem.

Since I had absolutely no knowledge about hormones and such, I still thought that the function of the testes was only for reproduction.

In fact, it would not be the case that he was completely unaware of what happened to those who had their body parts cut off or lost.

For example, things like losing facial hair or experiencing muscle atrophy more quickly.

'Statistics… … I'm sorry for ignoring statistics.'

However, the problem during this period was that the concept of statistics was absent.

Most knowledge remains as personal experience or leaves only very fragmentary impressions.

Of course, there was a sense that some really important knowledge, such as farming, military strategy, and economics, had been accumulated, but unfortunately, medicine had not yet become a priority for mankind.

“That professor.”

“Harry, you mean?”

“No, that person was cut off. He was originally our professor. His name was… … .”

“Oh, that person. He was a great person. He even invented this kind of surgery. It’s a shame that such a person passed away.”

“There’s a problem. They’re not just having urinary discomfort.”

“What is it like?”

"hmm."

Come to think of it, I never thought of going and meeting you.

I figured I should figure it out and distribute it, and of course, I was thinking about moving with Liston because I don't know what kind of trouble I might get into if I went alone, so I made a rough draft for now.

“First of all, my beard falls out.”

“Ah. What’s that… … It’s just that I urinate a lot and my beard falls out, haha. Can’t I just stick something on?”

“The strength also weakens.”

“Well… why don’t you just ask someone else to do it?”

At this point, I thought something should work, but it didn't.

This gentleman must have made a lot of money to do that.

The indifference typical of people in this era also played a part.

Anyway, after seeing that old man who couldn't even eat grains of rice, I finally found something that was edible.

“I don’t think it’ll work, and.”

“Huh?”

From the beginning… … I didn’t think this guy would do well.

Both my body type and what I usually eat… … .

I can't be in good health.

“I said I won’t do it.”

“No, why?”

hey.

Why are you suddenly getting angry?

'Look at this… … ? If we appeal with this, we can definitely reduce the number of attempts at this damn surgery?'

I got inspired.

Yeah, this is it.

As expected… … This was the best regardless of time or place.

I think it's not just South Korea that rushes to eat something that's good for stamina.

It's not well known, so even foreigners, even in countries classified as truly developed countries, do all sorts of strange things when the topic of stamina comes up.

“I don’t know about that. But it doesn’t stop.”

“Haa… … That won’t do… … .”

“So, just wait for now. Let’s try this out. Who knows, maybe something will work. I’ll check this out and let you know as soon as I check it out.”

“No, not right away… … .”

“Not right away? Aren’t you having a hard time right now?”

I looked at him with a face that said I didn't understand English.

Then the chemist looked at me with a face like, "What are you talking about?"

“Shouldn’t I practice?”

“What are you going to do? First, put the body on… … No, when you come in.”

Anatomy show… … .

Ha, if you call it a show, it's a bit sad.

Anyway, because so many people were executed at once back then, there aren't many people on death row now.

Even though it was an era where the death penalty was considered a kind of show, it still seemed a bit odd to kill people indiscriminately.

'If it comes in like that, we should try to slow down the decay with the formalin we prepared.'

Surprisingly, because methanol itself is easy to produce, it was also possible to produce formalin solutions of various concentrations.

'Now that I look at it, I think that needs to be taken care of too… … .'

I had smelled a lot during my dissection practice, and since it was the kind of stench that was hard to forget once you smelled it, I thought I would be able to find the right concentration right away, but that wasn't the case.

If you just go close and smell it, it's poisonous, whether it's diluted or not.

Of course, the original amount is so bad that I feel like I'll get cancer if I smell any more of it…

Anyway, I learned that day that it wasn't a class 1 carcinogen for nothing.

To be honest, I haven't been to the dissection lab since then.

I definitely closed the lid, but since this is an era where sealing isn't very good…

“Oh, you bastard. You’re going to be in big trouble! Surgery practice should always be done on a living person.”

As I was lamenting to myself, "What an uncivilized time," right next to me, someone was saying something truly uncivilized right in front of my face.

Are you crazy?

What kind of surgical practice are you doing on people who are alive?

So I cursed him with my eyes, and the chemist just shamelessly continued talking.

“Look at the example of Louis XIV. Didn’t over 70 people die before he could treat their hemorrhoids? Thanks to that, Louis XIV lived a long life. So… … When your surgical skills are on track, call me then. Oh, and really? Tell me if it’s right to cut it and it won’t stand up.”

under.

I was wondering what he was going to say, and he started talking about Louis XIV.

That was already in the 17th century, so 200 years have passed, and are you still talking about that time?

Don't you think that because of all that karma piling up, Louis XIV's grandson, Louis XVI, and his wife, Marie Antoinette, were beheaded about 30 years ago?

“Okay… Okay… Okay… .”

But it was a really primitive time to talk about such things, and I was fully aware of that fact, so I kept my mouth shut.

Instead, the gentleman decided to try out the various failures he had managed to stock up on, namely, rubber of various hardnesses.

I groped around with my eyes closed, trying to find a catheter that was as hard as my original catheter, the poly catheter.

'This is… … too runny… … this is too hard. Hmm. Hmm?'

Then, there were three things that I got.

There were dozens of flops, so three wasn't too many.

Anyway, I just kept touching those three separately.

“Are you feeling good?”

"yes?"

“No, I think it’s better to close your eyes and savor it.”

“That’s not true. There is a clear difference between the three, but it’s not clear.”

“Then why are you worrying so much? Just make all three and put them in.”

"yes?"

I feel like I've been repeating 'Yes?' over and over again, so…

It was a situation that really made it impossible for me to not hear this sound.

Let's just plug it in… … .

The feelings of the person who is stuck are… … .

“What can I do? It’s impossible to be perfect from the start. How many times do you think I failed at making gloves?”

But when I heard it, it was true.

Now something… … .

Isn't this a time when something that delicate is possible?

At least my status has improved since I started making condoms. When I realized that if I hadn't, I would have almost been put in a pole with a wooden pole, my guilt strangely melted away.

'Yeah… … Anything is better than an iron pillar.'

So I ordered them to do it that way for now.

“How long will it take?”

“What, I’m just making it using an existing method? Besides, doesn’t this actually look similar to a condom?”

"yes?"

“It’s long and has a passage inside. It’s the same, you know.”

“Ah… … Now that I think about it, it’s like that again.”

“Tomorrow? Or maybe the day after tomorrow?”

"oh……."

Does this mean I'll get a catheter soon?

'Hmm… … .'

I guess this isn't just for people who can't urinate.

It would be safe to say that this was an almost essential item for looking after seriously ill patients.

It was the same when I had the surgery.

As of now, there is no substance that can stably anesthetize for more than 30 minutes, let alone a muscle relaxant… … .

If it gets any longer, you may need to insert a catheter.

Otherwise, urine can flow back into the bladder and damage the kidneys.

In addition to that, it was also used to calculate the amount of water we gave as an IV and the amount that came out through the catheter, and the list was endless.

'Okay. Even though there are still limitations… … this is definitely a good thing.'

Thinking like that, I said my thanks and headed to school.

“Ah, Professor… … .”

Then, a guy who had been my classmate until recently came to me, hesitant.

I knew it would be difficult for me, since he was the one who said something about my skin color.

young…….

So, huh?

I should have jumped in after seeing where I was going to lie down.

How dare you attack a 21st century genius?

“Yeah, why.”

Of course, being the big shot I was, I answered as if nothing had happened.

Then the director told me that it was time for me to start preparing for my lecture.

Well, if you become a professor, you have to teach, right?

There was no need to hesitate since there was so much to teach the people of this era.

I have something urgent to do right now, so I'll have to put it off for a bit… … .

“Yeah, by the way, where is Professor Liston?”

“Ah… …He is in the operating room.”

“You keep cutting it every other day. Okay. You worked hard. Go ahead.”

“Yes, Professor… … .”

Looking into the operating room, or small theater, I saw that there were still six surgeries left.

It looks like this because I've been doing things I couldn't do yesterday, but no matter how quickly I cut it, I thought the morning would fly by if it got to that point.

It's time, that's what I'm saying… … .

It was okay.

I have a lot to do.

“Let’s go see the patient. And… … .”

Before I went on my rounds with my students, I asked Dr. Liston's groom to find out the whereabouts of the men my predecessor had interviewed, namely, those who had lost their body parts.

Knowing my relationship with Liston, and since he too was dissatisfied with the outrageous treatment of removing a human's body parts, he readily gave his consent.

“I’m going to meet Dr. Liston this afternoon… … You don’t need to look for everyone. I think it’ll be enough to just look at the people close to you.”

“Yes, I will do that.”

After I finished the work, I was finally able to make rounds.

There weren't many patients because I was out of the hospital doing dissection shows.

however…….

“Is that wound a bit sore?”

“Are you sick? Ah… … Isn’t that a relief?”

"yes?"

“Everyone says this is a progress process?”

Just because there weren't many patients and because I did a good job with the surgery, it didn't mean there weren't any problems.

This patient is… … .

This was a patient whose wound I had scratched with all my heart and soul to avoid amputation surgery, and I barely saw new skin grow… … The inflammation had progressed in just two days.

“Who… …Who are you all?”

“All the doctors and nurses passing by.”

"under."

What the fu*k.

These uncivilized bastards.

Believing that rotting is part of the healing… … .

The only good thing was that the man had already bitten the wound when it was almost healed, so it didn't go too deep.

“Eww!”

I cut out the rotten part right there and wrapped it up again to instill some sense of alertness.

“Don’t do anything weird.”

“Yes, yes yes.”

“Then cut it again?”

"yes……."

As I did it, I ended up acting a bit crazy, but there was nothing I could do about it.

Because this is the best we can do for now.

“Haha, as expected from our Pyeong. He’s like my sworn brother.”

I wish Liston hadn't just smiled and felt a sense of kinship with me after I had just finished my surgery.

“That… yes.”

There was no choice.