Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 416

Episode 416: Obesity Camp [2]

According to the subordinates, the hospital room was a bit noisy last night.

When you're hungry, you don't sleep well, do you?

You're bound to find something.

If you go to their house, you'll probably find quite a few sugar cookies and pickles in the study, not just the basement.

Oh, you might think there's no refrigerator, but there isn't.

This means that it is difficult to use fresh ingredients in British food, which is already bland.

'Are you suddenly getting angrier?'

Looking for late-night snacks isn't just for fat people, is it?

I have also experienced this a few times.

Everyone has days when they can't stand it.

But in this fucking world, you can't even do that.

“Pyeong, where are you going?”

“Sick room. I need to see a patient.”

“With that face…? I thought you were going to kill someone.”

“I will kill you. I will kill you and make you reborn.”

“What… what are you talking about?”

As I suddenly jumped up and ran out, Liston followed me with an anxious look on his face.

Regardless, this time I had my disciples call the patients from the sickroom into the auditorium.

The killing machine, no, the treadmill in the auditorium, was a little more improved than yesterday.

I also removed some of the ropes hanging from the ceiling and things that were hanging there to add unnecessary weight.

I didn't lose everything, but I was afraid that if it became too easy, I wouldn't be able to exercise.

“Ready.”

“I put my heart and soul into making it.”

I guess I was closer and my body was lighter, so I was able to arrive much earlier.

When I came here, I saw that the two octagonal hats that I had left with our lay group craftsmen yesterday had been completed and delivered.

The craftsman who made it delivered it by hand, his face full of pride.

“Is it good?”

"Yes. This is my first time receiving an order like this… but I did my best. Are you using this and now having surgery?"

"Surgery. Since you're planning on modifying the human body, it'll probably be similar."

“Huh? Human body modification?”

“Since you’re here, why don’t you take a look? No, no.”

I looked at the octagonal hat and put it on my head.

Certainly, our craftsmen's skills are quite good, so the shape is good and the fit is good.

Above all… …the brim is so long that you can’t see in front of you.

That means my eyes will never be visible to others.

I approached the craftsman in that state and grabbed his stomach.

The squishy thing had quite a bit of flesh.

"uh……."

“You seem to be eating well these days. Well, we’re doing a good job.”

“Why are you suddenly like this……”

Instead of answering his question right away, I closed my eyes and thought back to my days as a medical cadet.

When people think of military doctors, they only think of the military doctor… … .

I don't know after I'm commissioned, but before I'm commissioned, I'm just the same officer candidate.

They say that they roll around here and there at Goesan Military Academy, but the problem is that after being overworked for 4 to 5 years at the university hospital, they get out of breath even when they just take a big step.

Then we need to be a bit more flexible, but isn't the military an organization that shouldn't be flexible?

So, we end up doing all the training, but every year, there are several people who get injured and have to leave the facility.

It's not that the training is particularly harsh, but rather that I'm just old and sick, so most of the time I get injured in unexpected ways. Anyway, among all the training, if there's one thing I can't forget, it's guerrilla training.

-Father's shoulders are heavier than the military uniform I carry!

This phrase is also hard to forget.

I was single, but my friend who went with me had two kids, and he would grumble whenever he saw that phrase that appeared every time he went out for training.

I was wondering what on earth was going on with making him carry a military uniform on his father's shoulders like that…

“Get down.”

"yes?"

I can't forget the power of the octagonal helmet.

It was really scary because people couldn't see the eyes.

Moreover, since it is a system where if one person makes a mistake, everyone suffers more due to the collective responsibility, even those who were usually slacking off started to do their best because they could see what their peers were thinking.

Was it PT number 8?

I remember almost dying while doing that.

“Is that hard to say? Go to sleep now.”

"yes?"

“Sleep on your back.”

“No… I did something big wrong….”

No matter how I look at it, I am much scarier now than the teaching assistants back then.

To be honest, from the perspective of a cadet, even if they were called assistant instructors, they were still ten years younger, and even if they were sergeants, they were still much lower in rank than captains, so outside of the training period, they were kids who couldn't do anything about my life.

On the other hand, what about me?

I don't plan on doing that, but what if I want to make this guy into something?

Then I can make it happen right away.

Just like the proverb "Jirokwima", if I say from now on, "This person has a penis," everyone will say, "He has a penis," even though they know full well that he is a human.

As it turned out, the craftsman was also following my instructions.

It seemed to be working because I was already sweating profusely.

'Okay… Let's adjust the intensity to a suitable level and do some stair climbing and guerrilla training.'

I helped the craftsman up with a warm smile and told him the room number.

When I held his hand, my father-in-law, who had thought he was going home, had a question mark on his face.

“Why is this…….”

It wasn't just a question mark, of course, but also a mixture of fear.

I could feel that he was asking a difficult question, but unfortunately, I had to say something different from what he wanted.

Isn't it a great example?

The other patients are all corporate CEOs, so it would be difficult to keep them locked up and manage them like this, but this person is my employee.

Even our company pays a lot of money and the work is quite comfortable, and you can even say that there is no risk of death while working.

Of course, since it was the 19th century, there were plenty of dangers that I wasn't aware of.

"Congratulations. You won. Now you too… can join the camp."

“Camp?”

"I'll make you lose weight and become a great man. I'll make sure your wife loves you. That's what I'm saying."

“I don’t have a wife… she died last year.”

“Then I will let you get married.”

“I’m still waiting in line… Do you know how difficult it is to get into the public sector?”

“Going out is easier than you think. Would you like to give it a try?”

“No… that’s not it.”

There are some friends who don't listen if you tell them something nice.

After hearing the bad news, the craftsman's face became tense and he headed to the number assigned to him.

Oh, I'm not saying I'm headed to the hospital room.

When I thought of the octagonal hat, I had already drawn numbers for each ward on the auditorium floor.

“What the hell is going on, you?”

“Watch carefully and learn. When I’m not around, my brother is in charge of the camp.”

"Manager? Oh, this is that hat. It's cooler than I thought."

“Try that.”

"like this?"

“Oh.”

While the craftsman stood there alone, oblivious to the situation, I tried putting a hat on Liston, who had just arrived.

He's a scary person even when his eyes are visible, but he looks really scary when his eyes aren't visible.

It was almost as if he was a general from some red hell.

“Tell me to go to sleep on my back.”

“Sleep on your back.”

“Oh.”

The voice there was so scary that I almost lay back without realizing it.

I don't know about my past life, but in my current life, I am a mentally strong person, and yet, it's like that.

Even though he knows that the opponent is Liston, he has some kind of intimidation skill or something… … .

'It must be incredibly successful?'

I'm already excited to see what it'll be like for the people trapped here when they get out.

what…….

There's a saying that weight lost quickly will be gained back just as quickly, but do you know what the best way to prevent the yo-yo effect is?

There are many reasons, but I think it's fear.

You might think I'm crazy, but in reality, only about 1% of patients lose weight when doctors tell them to.

Oh, the ratio has gone up a lot since Saxenda and Wigobi came out, but that means it's only possible with willpower.

'But… …if you gain weight, you might get a fatal disease? Then, the number of people who lose weight like a ghost increases.'

Diseases such as cerebral hemorrhage or infarction caused by side effects of high blood pressure or diabetes… … .

These days, the emergency medical system has improved considerably, and technology has improved, so if it's discovered early, there are many cases where complications can be so cured that it seems like they never existed to others, right?

For those people, if they gain weight again, they already have a complication, so the probability of another complication occurring is much higher than for others.

I'm not saying this to be a bad thing, but it's true, if you educate them like that, they will really do well.

“Are they all here?”

This means that people who have been sick once will improve their lifestyle habits due to the fear of that pain, and even the fear of death.

Of course, the fear I can give them now is of a slightly different kind.

It may be because we live in an era where the fear of death doesn't really resonate.

In the first place, it's a place where death is rampant, so what could be so scary about it?

This is a world where people truly say, 'I want to live and die like this.'

“The answer is small. Are they all here?”

"yes yes!"

but…….

Being right is always scary in any era.

-Can you really be so forceful?

-I've already spoken to the police. I told them I'm trying to make you healthy.

-No… … No matter what, that’s true. They are people who have jobs… … .

-You're going to keep your job, right?

-That's… well. Still, you're telling me to harass you when I've done nothing wrong.

-Who says you're just bullying them? You're telling them to be healthy. What's the difference between that and hitting them to make them listen?

-Aha. I see.

Fortunately, our weapon, Liston, has been persuaded.

The logic may seem a bit strange, but in this day and age, the people who beat children the most are their parents.

Those who say, 'Hey, I heard the West is different,' should read their history books again.

If that feels too stiff, just look at novels set in the 19th century.

There was a time when people lived with the belief that if you really beat them, they would listen to you.

And I think they truly believe that it is a beating of love… … It’s surprising that there are quite a few children who come to the hospital after being beaten by that beating.

‘If improving awareness were easy, I would have done it already… … .’

It is not enough.

Even I, a master of the art, can't do it.

So what should we do?

You can use that awareness.

Whatever it is, let it be for the better.

“To the experienced assistant.”

"under."

"under?"

"yes!"

For this, there are people who sacrifice themselves and give up their own lives.

His name is Alfred.

Our group's eternal practice subject.

I told him that it might be a bit difficult but that it would help, but he asked me this question in return, as if he had suffered so much.

-You're not going to put a catheter in it, are you…?

So I said no and he happily went ahead.

Even Alfred, who was like that, collapsed a bit in number 8, but I think it wasn't that difficult since he just had to show his posture anyway.

“Go to sleep now!”

“Ugh…….”

“Go back to sleep!”

“Ugh…….”

Following his movements, the patients in the ward also started lying down here and there, and it became chaos.

"and……."

Even though I didn't order that much, the auditorium started to become covered in smog made up of human sweat.

It was a minister.