Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 290

Episode 290 War [3]

This cheering… … .

Pericardial tamponade is, of course, a disease that can lead to death… … .

In reality, we know that there are quite a few deaths due to this in emergency situations, but it is not easy to hear cheers for fixing one thing in a 21st century university hospital.

This is especially true if the university hospital is Taehwa Medical Center, the best in the country, and the person who treated the patient is a professor there.

'Haha. I feel really good… … .'

This is my first time experiencing something like this, I say.

“Poet of the Blood!”

“Idiot!”

Of course, the cheering is a bit odd in this form.

No, I wasn't a retard in the first place…

I can't pronounce the word plainly, so that's why I'm doing that…

'Well, no matter how you look at it, the right word in this situation is 'idiot.'

God of illness.

Isn't it?

Are you a god who heals diseases?

Anyway, the author, the Qing commander, seemed to be a fairly high-ranking person.

Because of the nature of the pigtail, it has the effect of making it look like no one is particularly tall or great… … .

Anyway, judging from the fact that there was an uproar everywhere over saving this one person, he must have been a very influential person.

“This… … is amazing. When I collapsed earlier, I thought I was dead without being able to move… … is this the real deal?”

Most of the people who were pleased with this sight were Qing people, but only one person dared to come and talk to me: George Eliot.

He was the highest of the field commanders, as the really high-ranking ones were in London or Singapore.

If that kind of person says shit… … .

What can I do?

I guess I should just let it go.

“Yeah, this is fu*king bullshit.”

In some ways, that's not entirely wrong.

It is also used as an exclamation.

uh?

If you just fixed pericardial tamponade without ultrasound or anything, you'd be screwed.

“Huh… … A heart attack… … This is bound to boost the soldiers’ morale.”

George Eliot nodded to my words, then looked down at the black blood coming out of the Qing commander's body.

It was clearly red blood earlier, but it had oxidized as it came out.

But what would people think about that these days?

This is inevitable, as people have been obsessed with the idea of draining dead blood since Hippocrates.

“But is there really no way for that guy?”

Elliot stopped talking and pointed to one side of the room with his chin.

I brought my gaze to the tip of the chin and saw that a person had fallen.

It's the British Navy.

One-sided… … It was literally a one-sided massacre, but there were still deaths.

There is only one person,

The ship was going at high speed and I either turned sideways or something and hit my head on the railing.

At that level, it could have been treated with just a skull fracture, but unfortunately, the deceased's neck was broken at the same time.

“Yes, because my neck hurts.”

“Why don’t you just draw blood from the neck?”

“My bone is broken. If this happens, there’s nothing I can do.”

"aha……."

Judging by the convincing nuance, it seemed like they thought that if it weren't for the broken neck, they would have saved it somehow by draining blood from it.

If it were me before, I would have tried to somehow spread 'correct' medical knowledge…

I wonder what's the use of all that now.

Is it for nothing that they say “eye-level education”?

You might wonder why things like Montessori came about for no reason.

It's not that I'm misunderstanding in a bad way, it's that I'm misunderstanding in a good way.

For example, they misunderstand me as the best doctor in the world.

“Anyway, does this help you?”

“That’ll work. Just by looking at it, you can tell that the atmosphere in the room has definitely become softer.”

“That is… … yes.”

“When you were cutting off limbs, you looked at me like I was seeing ghosts, but now look at you. You are worshipped like gods.”

“I guess so.”

It's not that it wasn't, but when Liston and I were dancing with swords like we were possessed, it was a bit like that.

Even I think… … .

I think that might be the case.

When I first saw it, I was confused whether this was surgery or execution.

Perhaps, to the Qing people, it was just another form of capital punishment… … .

I don't know much about it, but I think the execution methods in China were quite varied and brutal, so taking that into account, this may have been seen in that way as well.

“But… … You really can’t speak Qing?”

“Oh, yes. It’s like asking the colonel whether he speaks German or French.”

“I can speak a little bit of both German and French.”

“The relationship between Joseon and Qing is worse than that between England and France.”

“Ugh.”

At my words, Elliot looked as if he found it hard to believe.

It's not enough to say that they are enemies, but it makes sense that they are said to be even worse than that.

however…….

Isn't it really that much?

The Ming Dynasty helped Joseon until the very end, so even if we ignore what they suffered during that time, the Qing Dynasty… … .

uh?

Just how many hostages did these guys take?

No wonder a new word, 'Hwanyangnyeon', was created because of these guys.

Personally, I think it was the fault of the people who remained in Joseon to use the word 'Hwanyangnyeon', but anyway.

“Okay, then I guess I’ll have to call an interpreter.”

“I see. Then where should I go?”

“You can stay here.”

“Wouldn’t there be some secret conversation going on?”

While they were talking, the Qing commander, who had regained consciousness, was brought into the ship by military medical personnel.

Since we were talking, I followed along.

When I left, Liston and his disciples also came.

“It’s okay. That’s all. You don’t have to listen to it. Aren’t you a participant in this operation in the first place?”

"ah……."

The headline “Kim Tae-pyeong, the mastermind of the world’s worst war, the Opium War” flashes through my mind.

The world's most powerful country is selling drugs just to win at trade.

It's a story that seems so absurd that it seems like something that could only happen in the world, but it actually happened in history.

As expected, novels can't keep up with reality…

“Okay, then I’ll stay here.”

“Yes. Fortunately, we’ve been trading fruits for a long time, so we have quite a few excellent interpreters.”

But what can I do?

I didn't make it or sell it…

I ended up getting involved in something that was going to happen anyway.

If I receive a title for this work, I will have much more freedom of movement, so I expect that I will be able to use my power to change more terrible 'history' in the future.

“Umm… … .”

Anyway, the interpreter who was called in was able to talk directly with the commander.

In movies and dramas, you see a stubborn and loyal character with a pigtail shutting his mouth tightly and then having to use 'I know the answer to many sharp tools and water' before he can speak haltingly…

I had the feeling that today's loser wasn't a very upright person.

“As expected, you are a poet.”

"yes?"

As I was thinking about that, the interpreter who was chattering away in Chinese looked at me and started to exclaim in admiration.

I felt like something.

The rest of them all just stared at each other with question marks on their faces.

“You broke my heart.”

“Me?”

"yes."

“How?”

“Haha… … It’s amazing that there is such a profound person in the British Empire. The future of the British Empire is bright.”

The interpreter still mumbled something incomprehensible, then chuckled.

I really hated this kind of frustrating situation when watching dramas, so I glared at him.

Fortunately, Liston also really hated this situation, so he joined me and glared at me.

His glare had the same effect as the murderous intent of a martial arts master, so the interpreter held his heart for a moment before continuing to speak hurriedly.

“They say he cut off the limbs of soldiers… and used that power to save himself.”

“Ah… … That kind of… … .”

“Really? Is that the real deal?”

I was speechless because it was so absurd, and then Elliot came up with a fu*king new concept.

If I had been just a little bit lower in rank, I would have been hit in the back of the head right away… … .

“Oh, no. You misunderstood. I’m not a real sorcerer. I’m a doctor.”

“Ah. Externally, that’s how it is. I see.”

“No, it’s not like that externally… … .”

“Haha, anyway, the important thing is that thanks to you, the Qing commander has completely surrendered. This guy, you may not know it, but he’s a very famous person. People who trade with him say that he’s a guy who won’t bleed even if you stab him.”

“Huh? Really?”

That person now has such a blank expression on his face… … .

Even every time our eyes meet, his chin trembles, is that what he's saying?

“Yeah. Originally… … I was going to keep him here and send someone else to negotiate, but at this point, I guess I can just send this person myself.”

“He seems like an important person. Are you just letting him go? Isn’t he a prisoner?”

“Haha, this guy… … Even after watching the battle today, you’re saying that. No matter when, where, or whoever you fight, the result will be the same. The people who receive the report in Singapore will probably be surprised. Aren’t you weaker than I thought?”

“Well… … that’s true.”

If more artillery had been deployed on land, things might have been different.

No matter how you look at it, the ship is small and sagging, so it seems like it couldn't be equipped with large guns.

Wouldn't it have been better if you shot from land?

However, since Lin Zexu has not yet appeared, or even if he has appeared, he has not been very active… … .

I was completely unprepared.

In the meantime, I don't know what on earth was the justification for starting an actual war, but I think it's better not to know.

No matter how I look at it, it doesn't seem like our British friends used legitimate methods.

“Yes, we will go to the imperial court and report. We will not be able to eat up the Qing Dynasty anyway. Right now, even in India, there are many complaints from people who are as useless as France… … If we eat up this much, war could break out.”

That war is already underway… … .

I didn't necessarily bring that up.

It's because I'm an exception, because white people in this era don't see other races or countries on other continents on the same level.

If you bring it up for no reason, you'll get stabbed in the back by racism, that's what I'm saying.

Then, as if to appease them, they'll start talking about honorary white people, right?

“Anyway, get some rest today. You really worked hard. What… … Are you going to hug a Qing woman?”

“Oh, no.”

I don't like coercive relationships, and I don't really want one.

Well, I have high standards.

“I know it’s weird to call you a substitute, but… … I want to see some Joseon people.”

“Joseon woman?”

“No… … Just a person. Let me hear your hometown story.”

“Ah, ah. Right. I heard that some Koreans called and came looking for them earlier. They might have weapons, so I’ll check and… … I’ll send them over.”

"yes."

“But it’s dangerous… I guess not. Dr. Liston, you’ll be with me, right?”

“That’s right. We can’t put our precious sorcerer in danger.”

“Okay, then I’ll send it right away.”

Anyway, I got to meet a Korean person.

Since it was the 19th century and they were the first people I had ever seen besides my mom and dad, I was both excited and worried…

It was so lively.