Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 100

Episode 100 Stormy Hill… … ? [4]

Don't look at me like that… … .

I also wanted to change the shape a bit, if possible.

It wasn't even put out in its original form.

You cut it?

depending on.

“Save me… save me!”

I was thinking about grinding it down a bit more here.

but…….

What if the effect wears off?

It's crispy and dry, but if you touch it carefully, there's water inside, right?

Is that water really water?

It was cerebrospinal fluid, and it would contain attenuated rabies virus.

But I gave it to him like this because I thought that if he were to grind it into powder and it got ruined, the patient would end up just eating a piece of tasteless dog food.

“I’m doing this to save you.”

“Yesterday too! Yesterday too, you little shi*s! You guys said those things and got your arms broken!”

“Uh, um. That’s it.”

Yeah, I guess so?

He probably did it with more confidence than I did.

That kid, that kid whose name I don't even know, must be a 19th century doctor himself?

But I am different, that's what I am saying.

Even though I'm holding you with brute force and trying to shove something into your mouth while keeping it open…

This is different.

“This is different!”

“Shit… … Ugh. Ugh!”

It didn't really work.

He's just struggling to die.

They say if you eat this you'll live…

'Sana?'

It might not have been the case.

It may already be too late… … .

It may not have been attenuated enough… … .

But at this point, there is no treatment that would increase this person's chances of survival more than this.

“Hold your nose.”

"huh."

With that in mind, he held the patient's nose to prevent him from breathing, and stuffed a piece of suture material into his open mouth.

Then he covered my mouth until I swallowed it.

If I suffocate, I'll die, so what can I do?

Have to swallow it.

Besides, spitting this out wasn't the end.

Why?

The dog was quite large.

Is the training really that big…?

“Ugh. Ugh.”

The patient must have felt it too, because as he looked at the remaining pieces, he began to shed tears and swallowed what was in his mouth.

'good.'

If you plan on feeding this three times a day, you're in real trouble…

Fortunately, this piece of training is a kind of weakened vaccine.

Since the purpose is to educate the immune system to produce proper antibodies, just one time was sufficient.

As it turns out, both syphilis and this are curable with just one dose… … .

'You're lucky.'

I can only say that this is true luck.

If there were only one-time internal medicine treatments like this in the world, wouldn't everyone be going to internal medicine?

Considering that actual internal medicine treatment is not like this, but rather geographic treatment, I was quite lucky.

Well, I guess you could say I'm already lucky to have one more life.

“Ugh… … Ugh. Something like this… … I’d rather just die at home.”

As I thought about that, a smile naturally appeared on my face, but it seemed that the smile conveyed a slightly different meaning to the patient.

I feel like someone is misinterpreting my words in a bad way.

I'm trying to save you by telling you to die, but you'd rather die?

This is a fart.

Well, from the perspective of someone who just ate a piece of dog meat, I guess anything would seem strange.

“It’s over now.”

“Life is over.”

“No, that’s not it. The treatment is over. Let’s just watch the rest while looking at the wound.”

“Uh huh.”

“No, it doesn’t hurt.”

I looked back at the patient's arm with that thought in mind.

Looking at the upper arm again, it was in a state that made me sigh.

This… … .

Where on earth did the idea of soldering irons here come from?

Even in the Middle Ages, I don't think they would have done something like this…

‘What… … Most people don’t even wash because they’re afraid of syphilis… … .’

I heard it was because of a strange rumor that syphilis could be contracted in a bathhouse.

Well, there is a really extremely low chance that it could happen… … .

But doesn't it seem a bit odd that no one washes it?

I bet more people die from not washing.

“Water… let’s wash one more time.”

“Yeah. But I heard you were in pain.”

“It’ll be better than before.”

“Is that so…? Is that so?”

"yes."

Perhaps because of that thought, I washed the patient's affected area thoroughly once more.

Because of this, it seemed a bit odd to use laughing gas for anesthesia, so I just did it.

Fortunately, people during this time tend to tolerate pain very well, so although they squirmed, they did not faint or anything.

Yeah, there's no skin torn off… … .

“Ugh… … Eww!”

“I really have to endure this. I can’t help it.”

“Tea… … Rather… … !”

“You want me to kill you? I can’t. I can’t die after doing this.”

“What the… … Is this kid crazy? Isn’t he?”

That's what I said, but in the end I had to do a little bit of tearing.

Why?

The bandage pieces were tangled together because the crazy guy had wrapped it with a dry bandage or something like that.

This is called a fragment, but isn't it a foreign substance in other words?

It is in a state that cannot even be called clean in empty words… … .

This meant that a very good source of infection had stuck to the burns that had lost their protective layer of skin, and at the same time, this meant that if left untreated, they would die from other infections, not rabies.

'When will it be before I can teach these ignorant kids that there is such a thing as germs in this world?'

As I was removing each thread with tweezers, I got so angry.

To others, this will just look like a thread and they will wonder why they went to such lengths.

“Hey, is it really necessary to remove all of this?”

“That's what I mean.”

Like the two guys next to me now.

Even though I'm the one who's starting to think that the world would be better if it were cleaner, I'm the one who's saying this. Other people have said everything.

But to my eyes, this did not look like thread, but just a bacterial culture.

Anyone who knew what kind of problems abandoned clothing and the like could cause in a trauma patient would never, literally never, be able to let this happen.

“Phew… … .”

As a result, it really took a long time.

and…….

This is really taking a long time.

I did it more because the sky was a mess.

They say it's the industrial revolution and all, but why are the products so bad?

Not only was it torn apart, but the threads stuck inside were also loose, making it even worse.

It seems that the advancement of medicine is not something that can be achieved by medicine alone, but rather that other industries must also develop along with it.

“Whoa… … .”

Of course, since it was a procedure that involved pain, it must have been harder for the patient than for me.

He fell backwards, completely exhausted.

Good things didn't come naturally.

Antibodies are… … .

So, the immunity you acquire by getting vaccinated isn't something that just happens just by getting vaccinated.

The condition of the host… … was very important.

'Protein… …There's no way I ate enough.'

When you think of Western food culture, you probably think of meat first, and I did too… … .

Eating meat and making a living in London at this time was not as easy as you might think.

Would you believe me if I told you that the vast majority of workers are content with just potatoes and pickled fish?

I had to believe.

In fact, there are many people who are worse than that.

'Sleep… I'll sleep well.'

If you eat well and sleep well, you will gain immunity… … .

This wasn't something I could do anything about.

How can I feed the patients when most of the money I spend right now comes from Senior Alfred or Joseph's father's pockets?

'What's going on with the condom?'

It would be a shame for the hosts of our wild party, Blundell included, to find out after this social season.

There was no concern about the outcome.

It'll be okay.

Isn't that obvious?

How could all those fancy condom vending machines exist in the 21st century if people didn't realize the utility of condoms?

“Okay, then take a rest.”

“Go… … Go quickly… … .”

With that thought in mind, I patted the patient on the shoulder and went out.

I had dried brain and brainstem pieces on a tray, and naturally my next destination was Dr. Liston's lab.

In other words, this is where Emily Brontë is… … .

Squeak.

I knocked on the door from outside, but there was no answer, so I opened the door and went in, and the child had his eyes closed.

“What the fu*k?”

Are you dead?

I ran over to him, but it seemed like he was just asleep.

Although rabies is a scary disease, it doesn't progress that quickly.

It wasn't even a bite around the neck… … .

It couldn't have been a day since I got bitten.

“Hmm?”

No, it wasn't just that he wasn't sick, he seemed fine.

Looking at the notes placed next to me, there were traces of quite a bit of scribbling.

“Why are you looking at the kid’s doodles?”

“More than that… … Isn’t this Professor Liston’s paper? How dare you waste it like this.”

I don't know what… … .

Truly ignorant people were talking nonsense about the words of a great writer.

'You idiots… … They act like this because they don't know the huge footprint this gentleman will leave on the history of human literature.'

Of course, if I didn't know the name, I would have just ignored it.

It's not like I have any great literary talent.

-Heathcliff.

There was a phrase that blew away my thoughts in an instant.

Heathcliff.

<Wuthering Heights>… … .

The protagonist of an immortal masterpiece.

"her……."

Were you already thinking of that name at this time?

If we don't call this genius, who else can we call genius?

When I came to my senses, I had already read through all the writings Emily had jotted down.

Although they weren't all familiar sentences, there were some that sounded like I'd read them somewhere.

-Put that book away and find a job. You're always going to have to pay for the sins of being an eyesore to me.

this…….

I clearly remember reading it in a book.

At that time, I just read it as a book, so I didn't feel anything special.

No, it's just that you write well?

But lying here, sound asleep… … .

Looking at a small child who showed no signs of growing up preciously, but who had traces of poverty everywhere…

At the same time, I felt very different because I personally experienced how harsh this era was for the poor, especially children and girls.

'If you could help this guy out… … .'

I already felt a little uneasy thinking about living a life of luxury with the money I made selling condoms.

Is something a bit off?

But when I encountered a great man who was born in the wrong era, yet who left behind a novel that will remain in history, I felt as if a ray of light was shining from somewhere.

'Yeah. Even if I read books… … I'll make it so that I don't have to eat leftover food at home. Then how much more writing will I be able to do?'