Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 211

Episode 211 Poison, Poison [2]

The two of them had evil smiles on their faces, so I felt something strange.

As I was looking around wondering what was going on, I could see that the patient lying right next to me had finally opened his eyes.

haha.

Aiko, as they say, it's dark under the lamp.

When did it happen?

Did you hear our conversation?

“Is this a situation where I need to hurry up and do something?”

Oh, this is not me.

It's Liston.

It seems like something natural, but it's not me.

“Who… … ?”

“I thought you heard.”

Liston looked quietly at the patient, that is, the student.

The pupils were shaking without any mercy.

Common sense tells you that it makes sense for a doctor to talk about body supply and then suddenly change his mind.

This is something that is hard to understand.

So, I guess it might be a little bit weird… … .

Is it because of instinctive fear?

Or maybe it's because it's a place where smart kids come.

“What happened?”

“Haha, this guy.”

“I’m really awake now.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s believable.”

If this is acting, it should be given an award.

It's probably an act.

Anyway, I became confident that nothing would happen.

So our student was able to avoid death.

Well, it was just a minor thing.

From now on, we must do everything we can to keep London from being swallowed up by that green poison.

It was an absolutely impossible task for an ordinary doctor.

Especially if you're Asian like me? There's a 100% chance they'll tell you to try it right in front of them.

“Call the police first.”

"yes."

But I am not alone.

There's a liston.

And this liston is something only I can control.

'Oh, and you too, director.'

Come to think of it, what is the connection between the director and Liston?

He was really annoying… … .

If it were a normal Liston, both his fists would already be covered in blood.

Most doctors don't actually lose no matter how good their physiques are and how well they've trained, but isn't this person also a master of facial correction?

'How did you survive?'

Maybe the director is also an expert?

No, that can't be.

It is said that technology sometimes overcomes power, but… … .

With Liston's level of power, all techniques and tricks are useless.

“What are you thinking about?”

“No, it isn’t.”

“Anyway, since I called the police… … Go wash this kid’s ass first.”

“Oh, yes.”

“You shouldn’t do that. That’s not what a professor does. Hey, don’t you have any friends?”

Call a friend who is a patient but not someone from the hospital.

This is the 19th century.

Actually, something like a patient sheet… … .

If you don't pay separately, the patient's guardian or the patient himself/herself must change it.

The problem is that most beds are rotting away because both patients and doctors are doubtful about whether they really need to use clean sheets.

Compared to that, what… … .

"there is."

“Oh, good. Call. Can you get up? Do I have to keep this plugged in?”

“Now you can eat it with your mouth.”

“Then I’ll pick it.”

"yes."

“Ugh.”

This guy is in good shape.

It's a bit strange to say "good or bad" to a kid who just came back from wandering around the Jordan River after being poisoned by arsenic just yesterday…

But the sheets are clean, right?

Although my pants are a bit filthy due to the shit I took, I survived thanks to the Sap Team, who were trained by the Seine Plague.

In addition, they are surrounded by medical staff who are obsessed with hygiene and wash their hands no matter what they do.

The former may sound boring, but the latter is truly amazing.

Even in the 21st century, people don't brush their teeth this obsessively at university hospitals.

“Don’t move for a moment. Are you bleeding?”

“Yes, yes. Ugh. Ugh!”

“I’m not trying to hurt you, but suturing will reduce the bleeding.”

"yes yes!"

Anyway, I took the needle out, and Liston took advantage of that split second to suture it shut.

At best, it was just a drop of sweat.

But it wasn't that easy, as it was just a sweat that opened up a perforated vein.

Seeing that this was possible, it is clear that Liston's talent and dedication as a surgeon are no joke.

If you teach him well, he will become more successful than me.

He's already getting a bit older… … .

'I hope he doesn't die young or something.'

Thirty may seem like a very old age, but in the 19th century the average life expectancy was in the 40s.

The nobles sometimes live much longer, and the average life expectancy itself is often shortened by infant mortality… … .

You'll be really surprised when you come and see people in their forties.

Just looking at his face, he looks like he's almost sixty.

Liston too… … had a face that looked like he was well into his forties.

'Well, I need to manage it slowly so that it can be used for a long time.'

It's a shame that Liston's talent is wasted, but it's heartbreaking to think that a versatile sword even more valuable than this rose sword is disappearing.

No, that won't work.

That's not right.

I'll protect you, Liston.

“Eww!”

“It’s not that I’m trying to hurt you, I’m just pressing so that the bleeding doesn’t come out.”

“Ugh.”

“If you look at me with such suspicion, it can really hurt.”

"town."

Look at this.

The place I cut was the neck.

Originally, the most commonly used place for central venous catheter insertion was the subclavian vein, but if that is not possible, the thigh vein (femoral vein) or jugular vein is used… … .

Subclavian vein… … .

'It's so bad that I can do it even with my eyes closed.'

Yes, as long as you have the right tools.

But what do we have here… … .

Even the needle was made by sharpening it roughly, and it was something that could be called an awl, but with this, under the collarbone… … .

So you want me to stab you in the chest?

Then, if a hole appears in your lung… … .

The patient's life is also on the line between heaven and hell.

Since the situation is similar for the thigh vein, a last resort is to slightly cut the neck and insert it into the jugular vein.

It's more superficial than I thought, and everything is good, but this is the downside.

“Wow, breath.”

“Oh, oh. Hold on.”

Since the place I have to press is my neck, sometimes I feel like I can't breathe like this.

“Turn it off.”

“Uh… …Just a minute. Just two minutes.”

“Ugh… … .”

The only good thing was that it wasn't completely blocked.

I think it will be pressed by about 70%.

"Okay."

"phew."

“Okay, now let’s wash up.”

"yes yes!"

The patient's friends standing behind immediately followed Liston's orders as if they were from some god.

It was worth it.

As soon as you got there, you would have seen him holding a needle in one hand and mercilessly pressing his friend's neck with the other.

“Be careful not to splash shit into your throat. If you get hit by the miasma over there, your friend will die.”

“Yes, yes! Please save me!”

“My friend is dying.”

"yes yes!"

You might think that I'm being too cautious, but it's not excessive at all.

That's because 19th century hygiene concepts were really unusual.

I often think that as long as there is no smell, it is okay… … .

Even though I told her to wash it now, if she just poured some water on it and it seemed like there were no lumps, she would most likely be okay with it.

Of course, that won't happen now that our professional hygienist Joseph is gone.

“Oh, you’re here just in time.”

While the patient was being sent away to be washed, the police arrived.

It was the police officer who had come before.

He seemed quite tall, so I asked and he said he was probably a department head.

Since it was a death case related to Sir Jamie, the police seemed to be concerned as well.

It's not that it wasn't, but if it was an ordinary case of murder of a poor person, most of the time it wouldn't be investigated properly unless someone turned themselves in.

No, really, they just threw the body away… … .

“I heard you found out something.”

“Okay. Okay, let’s go to that classroom first.”

“Okay.”

The police, Liston and I headed to the classroom where the arsenic products were lined up.

Colin stood guard in front.

“No one was able to enter.”

"great job."

"no."

After we congratulated the guy, we opened the classroom door.

It felt like some sort of greenish gas was gushing out towards us.

It probably would have actually happened, if I hadn't left that window open…

“This… this is going to be really expensive. Could it be the robber who was reported yesterday?”

“Robbery? It was clearly sponsored legally.”

“Sponsorship… … Anyway, tell me.”

“The students inside here showed symptoms of arsenic poisoning yesterday. Two of them. One of them, the one in front of you, recovered quickly, and the other one just regained consciousness and is now wiping his butt.”

“Shit… …?”

I added an explanation because the police seemed confused.

If it were France, I would have kept quiet until the end, but this is London.

I'm going to help with the Inma police investigation, stop the nobles from getting their balls ripped off, and show the queen-to-be one more autopsy.

The police also knew my reputation well, so they just listened silently.

“Diarrhea is one of the symptoms of arsenic poisoning.”

“Ah… I heard that something like that happens during the treatment process.”

Mr. Ha.

Almost hit?

No matter how great my reputation is, wouldn't things be different if I hit the police?

I barely held on.

“Yes, that’s right. But addiction definitely has its symptoms. These kids didn’t have any pain before, but now they have symptoms. So shouldn’t we consider it addiction rather than a treatment process?”

what…….

It's not like there was no way to make him understand properly.

First, let Liston lock the door and let him talk for a few days.

But should I do that for one cop like this?

Even Liston, Blundell, and his disciples have not yet clearly grasped the concept.

My time and effort were clearly meant to be devoted to these people.

“Hmm, that sounds plausible.”

“One of them almost died. There was no cure.”

Liston intervened with me.

The police were a little shaken by my words, as London's top name and rising star.

But it wasn't completely shaken.

“So, are all these arsenic products dangerous?”

“Yes. All of this should be banned.”

“Forbidden… … Do you think that’s possible… … ?”

I was a bit taken aback by what the police said.

No, people are dying, so why can't that be banned?

'No, no… … White phosphorus matches were banned only in London… … .'

The boy who had run away returned in an instant.

Things shouldn't have changed.

It was because I suddenly lost my understanding of this era.

19th century London.

The ultimate capitalist.

If rich people can make a lot of money even if people die… … .

“But this is a case where a person dies?”

“When did you not die? But… … Even nobles can die. Dresses are dangerous too, right? That’s what you’re saying.”

“Oh, right. A nobleman can die, that’s what I’m saying.”

“But I think we need a more certain way to prove this… … .”

“A sure way?”

If there was such a thing, I would have done it.

Just as I was about to show a disgruntled expression, the policeman continued speaking.

“It just so happens that Ser Jamie is involved in this business. Do you think a powerful noble would be swayed by such words?”

"ah."

It really has to be Sir Jamie.

That guy cut off his body parts because he had prostate discomfort.

He said that he was a person who was very far from scientific thinking.

Seriously, I think it would take something like that for them to back down… … .

“Besides, it’s so trendy in Paris that the aristocrats are really interested in it. I’m sorry… … but all I can say is to be careful with people I know… … .”

It gives the shock of cutting the body parts wrong… … .

“I see. Hmm.”

uh?

"for a moment."

Just as the police and Liston were about to give up, a ghostly thought occurred to them.

It's a problem because it's so ghostly…

“Is there a way…? With the usual methods… .”

“Just wait and see. My brother is not usually evil.”

I nodded to Liston's words.

I should have been angry originally, but this was a bit like that.

“Are there any death row inmates…?”

"huh?"

“Let’s try it on. The dress.”

"oh."

The policeman nodded, looking somewhat surprised, avoiding my eyes.

Liston?

Liston also took a step back.