Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 134

Episode 134 Improvement [5]

“Suddenly screaming, what a rude thing to do.”

Are there any upper class people who like loud things?

This was especially true for the older ones, Sir Jamie and Sir Damien.

Why?

'As you get older, your hearing gets worse… … People with hearing loss tend to find loud noises much more uncomfortable.'

In technical terms, this is called a lowered auditory threshold, which means that the more your hearing deteriorates, the narrower the range of volume you can comfortably hear becomes.

How could I, a surgeon, know this?

Is this something that all doctors should know?

No, that's not it… … .

I just said that because my best friend is an ENT doctor.

“Ah… … I’m sorry.”

“And Dr. Liston. I know you are a famous doctor, but… … what is this that you did without asking?”

“I’m sorry. This is such an urgent matter… … As a doctor, I simply cannot stand by and watch this.”

Sir Jamie, who made Liston apologize, seemed to know what a great thing he had done.

It must have been so awkward to see Liston lower his head.

Or maybe it was his thick neck and arms, and his chest so massive that even the word “strong” was an understatement… … .

“And you came into my room with a weapon?”

“A weapon?”

“Isn’t that thing hanging from your waist a weapon?”

“Ah… … These are my surgical tools.”

Sir Jamie was lying on his side, with a thick pillow at his head, which gave him a good view of the room, and he made some pretty accurate comments.

Yeah, that thing on his waist is definitely a weapon.

But in reality, it was a surgical instrument.

Of course, the words are just surgical instruments, but what they actually do is blow off limbs, so they are essentially the same.

Who's that over there, yeah, Jack the Ripper.

There's a story that that gentleman also used that sword.

“Oh, that’s the famous Liston knife. Yeah, I heard it saved countless lives.”

“You are too kind. If you would allow me… … may I tell you in more detail why I came here?”

Anyway, Liston was carrying on the conversation in a completely different, truly polite manner than usual, perhaps because he was good at controlling his anger in front of nobles.

I was impressed that the man could speak in such a way, and it seemed that Sir Jamie felt the same way.

Well, at first glance, he looks more like a savage than a civilized person… … .

No, he looks so human-like, but how amazing would it be if a gorilla could speak so well?

'That guy is as quiet as a ghost.'

In addition, Butcher Harry also kept his mouth shut.

As if some kind of grim reaper had arrived, he was only watching Liston, not Sir Jamie or Sir Damien.

It was understandable, since the person who had captured and imprisoned him appeared right before his eyes as soon as he was released.

“Okay, tell me. Since you’ve come this far… … I’ll give you my permission.”

Anyway, Sir Jamie generously gave Liston a chance to speak.

Then Liston cleared his throat and asked.

“Sir Jamie. Sir, after your surgery… … has the discomfort when urinating been somewhat relieved?”

“How did I get surgery… … .”

“This guy blew it.”

“Ha. You’re an unbelievable guy. Anyway, since you already know everything, I guess I can’t not tell you. Yes, it’s been resolved. Certainly… … It’s been a long time since I’ve felt this refreshed.”

"okay."

Sir Damien's face brightened at his words.

It's not that it wasn't, but the way he was standing there awkwardly from earlier made me feel like he needed to pee.

Still, the reason he didn't leave was probably because he knew from experience that there wouldn't be much to see there.

“So, you recommended it to Sir Damien?”

“Ah… … That’s right. But then again… … That guy really isn’t one to be trifled with?”

Harry had been spreading the word since he was released that a certain Sir Damien had decided to have surgery, as he had to earn money.

The boy flinched under Sir Jamie's fierce glare, but it wasn't really something to be concerned about.

This is because it wasn't that long ago that awareness arose that patient information needed to be protected.

If you go to a hospital right now, there are probably a few people who will brazenly talk about the treatment or patients they had yesterday.

Just by looking at it, you could tell that there was a reason why high-ranking officials were reluctant to go to the hospital.

“To get to the point, you shouldn’t have this surgery. This guy is a piece of shit.”

“Hmm… … It’s a scary warning, but I’m seeing results. There aren’t really any problems.”

It was amazing.

When I brought it in, I saw that Harry's clinic was…

It was such a mess that I wondered if it could even be called a clinic.

Even this guy, who didn't have a reputation like Liston, was in a position where he had to gain experience by begging, so it was clear that he had never even cleaned his sword.

In addition, since the surgery is a surgery, there are things that are asked there… … .

'Ugh.'

Just thinking about it makes me sick to my stomach.

If this wasn't the room of a nobleman, I would have thrown up right away.

“Uh… …Why me.”

While I was barely holding back and was out of my mind, Hugh, who was shivering next to me, was dragged away.

This author was also quite physically fit, but when Liston grabbed him by the collar, he started to flail around as if he were some kind of paper human.

“Uh huh.”

Almost simultaneously, Swordmaster Liston's sword was drawn and then returned.

I'm also quite an excellent swordsman… … I pride myself on being a surgeon, but I only saw afterimages.

Whoosh.

And then Hugh's pants fell off.

The scene that followed was quite horrifying, but since people in the 19th century had a hard time distinguishing between the horrifying and the miraculous, they simply watched the scene with a look of interest on their faces.

“What is this?”

Sir Jamie must have worse eyesight than me.

Even from a distance, the faint white glow was clearly a cataract.

I guess we'll have to try to treat that somehow…

'In this day and age, people of high status tend to live longer, right? If you live long enough, you can't avoid getting cataracts, right?'

I wish I had sunglasses, but what do I have?

At least this is England, but if we went to sunny France, it would probably be full of cataract patients.

If you treat noble cataract patients, you will naturally accumulate wealth and fame.

Then, wouldn't opening my own hospital not be a dream?

“His name is Hugh. He’s a sailor. He got hurt on a ship… …and both eggs are missing. Can you see?”

“Ah… … Ah, definitely. I guess there wasn’t any real goodwill.”

Actually, I only just saw it properly now.

oh my…….

It wasn't just the sailors who were in trouble, but the good intentions were also quite dangerous.

By the way, when I became a military doctor, I had friends who were assigned to the Navy and sailed on ships, and they kept swearing at me?

There is no way that a ship of this era could be better than a 21st century South Korean Navy ship, so… … .

There are people who are riding there on their own… … .

'That guy I saw back then was like that too.'

Didn't the crazy guy say that if he were to cure phantom pain, he'd just have to cut off his arm again?

It was so amazing how people could come up with such ideas.

“Hey, you can speak for yourself. Are you doing okay?”

Anyway, Liston didn't even blink at the horrible sight before his eyes, even though he was the one who created it, and he just slapped Hugh.

Then, Hugh, who had been standing there with a blank expression, opened his mouth and said, "Ah."

It seems that he didn't properly understand the situation.

It would have been a better thing if that had happened.

If you knew what you looked like right now, you'd either run away or jump out the wide window in front of you.

“Oh, I don’t like it.”

“Did you originally stand well?”

“Well, that’s right. You did well. I had a lot of stamina.”

“Isn’t this something that can hurt?”

"yes yes."

“Now, and… … look at my legs. What’s wrong with my thighs? They’re just fat. They’ve lost muscle, too.”

Liston patted Hugh on the shoulder, who had given the testimony of a lifetime, and pointed to his leg.

As the conversation continued, both Sir Jamie and Sir Damien… … .

No, not only that, but those who appeared to be Sir Jamie's sons were also listening intently.

Anyway, whenever the topic of lower body related topics came up, all the guys were like that.

Well, I was like that too, so I didn't have anything else to say.

“It’s all because this isn’t there.”

“No, then… … no… … .”

Sir Jamie, who had already disappeared, just kept repeating 'No' with a bewildered look on his face.

Anyone who sees you would think you're Korean.

“Ugh… … .”

In contrast, Sir Damien was more calm, as both sides were still running smoothly.

“But let me tell you something.”

“Yes, Sir Damien.”

“Then how do I fix the discomfort in urination? There are a lot of meetings for people in my position… … .”

ah.

I didn't know because of Hugh's shocking appearance, but when I looked back at Sir Damien, one thing became clear.

This guy is a little tired.

If you have an enlarged prostate, this is a problem.

As the bladder becomes distended and the pressure builds up, some urine comes out without you knowing it… … .

And because the bladder is so distended for a long time, the sensation becomes dull and you suddenly feel an unbearable urge to urinate… … .

For a social person, this was a truly maddening symptom.

“My disciple and fellow university professor, Dr. Pyeong, will tell you.”

“Doctor Pyeong? It’s my first time hearing that name.”

“We recently performed an autopsy on death row inmates at the Royal Opera House in London.”

“Ah, ah! I see. Well, there’s no way there’s another Asian doctor in London. Then we’re old friends.”

Sir Jamie was absentmindedly lifting the covers and talking to something.

Are you okay? Can you stand? No, can't you? Right?

Well, that's what it was, but I decided to ignore it for now and focus on Sir Damien.

“Yes, I am Dr. Pyeong. It is an honor to be here.”

Now that I think about it, being in this position doesn't seem like something that would be particularly honorable.

There's a noble talking to his own broken balls, there's a butcher, and Hugh is standing there with his pants cut off…

“Okay, tell me.”

Fortunately, Sir Damien seemed unconcerned with such trivial matters and urged me on.

“First… … something useful. Oh, yes. Thank you. Now… … take a look.”

I drew a simple schematic diagram of the anatomy.

It didn't take long because the anatomy diagram only depicted the kidneys, ureters, bladder, urethra, and prostate.

“Here, as the prostate grows, it presses on the urethra, which is why urination does not come out. Up until now, treatment has focused on inserting a needle here to widen it, but this is dangerous and has little effect, so it has not been widely performed.”

“In contrast, this is pretty safe and effective. The side effects… seem to be serious, though.”

“Yes. Shouldn’t we somehow avoid that side effect? That’s why I came up with this method… … .”

As I was drawing the mechanism and explaining it, time flew by.

Although Jamie's sobs could be heard here and there, they were not enough to interfere with the explanation.