Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 103

Episode 103 Money is coming in, money! [2]

and!

Long live France!

Even when I just heard about it, I thought it was messy… … .

It seemed like this was no joke.

Money… … .

Rubber is copied into money!

“Hahahahahahaha!”

I wasn't the only one who was getting excited.

That old man was the worst of all.

Look at me, look at me.

I like throwing silver coins all over the place.

“Wow! All this is pocket money!”

It wasn't that Alfred was any different.

It was only natural, since I received a wad of silver coins.

The chemist also laughed heartily, took a sip of laughing gas, and then lay down there.

It looks like he's lying at a bad angle… … Surely he won't die?

No, I could have died.

In this era, death is closer than we imagined… … .

“This is crazy.”

Hey, this.

What if a guy with sleep apnea inhales laughing gas so much that he becomes anesthetized?

Aren't there already reports coming out recently from Dr. Liston and other amputees?

They say it was an anesthesia accident… … .

It literally refers to an accident where a person dies after only inhaling anesthesia.

However, this did not lead to the anesthetic being withdrawn from the market.

Why?

The idea that people are destined to die was widely spread.

“Whew!”

I too had let go to some extent.

I thought I would go crazy if I kept caring about all the deaths.

“Ugh!”

But that was only to a certain extent. It was only natural that such dog deaths should be prevented.

I revived the thick-necked gentleman by thumping his heart, which had stopped beating for a moment while he was lying face down with his breathing suppressed by the anesthetic gas.

If someone saw this, would they say it was Jesus or a witch?

It seemed highly likely that it was connected to black magic, but there was no need to worry.

At least while I was counting the silver coins that came over from Paris, France, it seemed like I was the only one paying attention to anything other than the silver coins.

“Oh. Grandpa, all of a sudden.”

"are you okay?"

“Okay, then. Haha! You have so much money!”

You almost lost all that money just now… … .

Instead of talking about such a gloomy story, I just patted her shoulder and got up.

“But why does my chest hurt so much? Who hit me?”

After trying hard to take my eyes off the handprint, I finally looked at my money.

and.

This is all my money?

They're giving me a 10% discount, but this much?

My uncle was really pissed.

I'm done!

I heard that the investment was already recovered in London, but who would have thought that this much more money would come in?

‘With this money… … it would be difficult to open a hospital right now… … .’

The hospital was a money-eating hippopotamus.

Why?

You have to fix it to get paid… …but if you can't fix it, you don't get paid.

And in this day and age, there are really a lot of cases that can't be fixed.

From my perspective, it was even more obvious… … But I wasn't thick-skinned enough to accept the money.

'If you want to make money, a funeral home is the best.'

In comparison, funeral parlors were a very promising business.

Even in 21st century South Korea, funeral homes generate more revenue than hospitals, so how about here?

It goes without saying that people are more worried about funeral costs than surgery costs.

This was especially true in London, where land was so expensive.

Not only was the land for building hospitals expensive, but so was the land for burying people.

Anyway, I was planning to keep most of this money for now.

Some of it was going to be used for various research and development and sponsorships.

'How long can we keep eating stale bread, willow bark, water… and laughing gas?'

At first, I thought I might become a real munchkin doctor because I knew the future.

That's right.

I have knowledge that is 200 years ahead of me, and those 200 years just so happen to be the 200 years of fastest progress in human history.

but…….

'I know that Gleevec is almost like a magic bullet in curing chronic leukemia… … but how it is made… … I don't know… … .'

I know what's good.

But I don't know how to make it.

I can probably reduce the amount of trial and error, but… … .

Anything more than that would have squeezed the intellectuals of this era.

I didn't even make condoms.

Oh, that kid's falling over again.

“Sir. Sir.”

“Oh, this time it’s grandma… … .”

“Now stop this.”

“Why. I feel so… … ah, my chest… … my chest hurts. Is it a coincidence that I’m thinking of my first love?”

"no……."

No, I was about to say that I almost fell for you, but then I got up.

Fortunately or not, the old man had come to his senses and was holding a high-quality Cuban cigar in his mouth instead of a silver coin.

Yeah, that's right.

That's what it means to be a businessman.

“Come here.”

This human… … .

So the miracle chemist who created the condom from rubber was a bit mediocre.

The arsenic that was given to treat syphilis only made various poisons, but it didn't make a cure.

But he was an alchemist who created condoms.

It's called a condom, but it can be copied with money, so it's an alchemy.

But what that meant was that our ridiculous boom would soon come to an end the moment the raw materials were discovered.

“Yeah, okay. That’s a good thing.”

The old man must have had the same thought, because he had a serious expression on his face as he turned his back on the pile of silver coins.

“Would you like to smoke too?”

“Huh? No.”

“This is a very high-quality cigar, even treated with asbestos.”

“Ah… … No. It’s okay… … .”

Cigarettes alone are a major carcinogen that shortens lifespan, and on top of that, there's asbestos…

It was a wonderful, wonderful 19th century.

Even these kids believed it was good for their health.

It may not be immortal, but it is said to help you live longer…

The basis for this is that older people who live a long time smoke… … .

'There's no one who doesn't smoke in the first place, so of course the survivors will smoke, you guys.'

It's such an obvious thing, but I couldn't say it.

What would happen if I said something like, "I'm from the future and this is a carcinogen?"

It would be better if I were branded a witch and died instantly.

If you are accused of being mentally ill… … .

In this period, there were no human rights, but the weak were treated even more mercilessly.

When was it… … .

Wasn't frontal lobotomy a 19th century thing?

“Okay, then what? Alcohol?”

“Yes, that’s good.”

“Good. The French seem to be making a great drink. Oh, I wasn’t talking about you, Joseph.”

“No, I… I like French wine better.”

“That’s great. This is champagne, and I hear it tastes really good.”

Champagne.

It's a synonym for luxury, and it certainly seemed like our uncle had become a millionaire.

Even though he was making a lot of money, he was saving it and saving it, but he was spending it like a runaway horse, using up items that only the nobles could afford.

“Anyway… … How long do you think this exclusivity will last?”

The man, holding a glass of wine in one hand and a cigar in the other, pointed with his chin to the condom that was sitting proudly on the table.

I felt a little dirty, but I felt better when I thought that it would turn into silver coins by tomorrow.

“Well, it took you about 3 months to develop it, right?”

"yes."

“There will be people who will follow us… … It won’t last long, but it will be short.”

“I try to hide the fact that I earn a lot of money… … but how can I hide it when I earn this much?”

I should have been more concerned about the luxuries like ceramics, cigars, and wine that were delivered to my house almost every other day, but since I was a person with a good sense of humor, I kept quiet.

No, I brought up a completely different topic.

“How about trying new foods?”

“Should we fold this?”

“No, no. It would be a shame to fold it. We are the market leader. If we invest in mass production facilities and lower the cost, we could sell it for a long time, right?”

I know because I saw it… … .

The condom market will only grow bigger over time and will never shrink.

It's the most powerful and safest form of contraception, and it also prevents s*xually transmitted diseases.

If there's a downside, it's that it feels a bit off… … This is so thick that you wonder if it even feels good, but it's selling well, so if it gets thinner, it'll probably sell even better.

Anyway, that's that, I had something else to say.

“Then what do you want us to do?”

“That anesthetic gas… … the willow bark I feed you to relieve your pain. And the stale bread.”

“Uh… … Yeah, there are things like that too.”

Just looking at the list gives off a strong occult vibe, but aren't these the latest medicines?

I continued speaking, looking straight at the drowsy-looking old man.

“I will invest my money too. But I don’t know anyone, right? I don’t know anyone who is a chemist at all.”

“Ahem. I’m a chemist too. I feel a bit bad about it. Is it because of the arsenic?”

“No, I’m saying we don’t have enough people. If several people were to research, wouldn’t we be able to create something faster?”

“Hmm.”

The old man nodded and asked again.

“Condoms were made from rubber. There was a definite demand for it… … Let’s start with willow. Is this really effective in relieving pain?”

“Yes, of course. There are reports from patients. It’s certain.”

“Hmm… … What’s the principle?”

If I say that, will I be able to survive?

I continued speaking with this thought in mind.

“There must be something in the bark of the willow tree. If we find out what that ingredient is, extract it separately, and chemically synthesize it… … we could create a much more powerful painkiller.”

“Aha… … Hmm. If this works, condoms won’t be able to compare.”

“Yes, but it will be more difficult.”

“That’s right. It’s different from making it by slightly processing rubber. So it’s going to cost a lot of money… … and it’s going to take time.”

“In the meantime, let’s create a willow forest and sell water.”

“Ah. You really are a genius.”

Willow tree, we are water.

I was worried that I would later be stuffed as a great fraudster on Namuwiki, but what can I do?

Wouldn't it be enough if I did my best in the era I'm in?

Anyway, I continued talking about stale bread and anesthetics.

Although it was difficult to say which drug was more important, from a surgeon's perspective, the anesthetic drug was inevitably more important.

“There is one more thing like that.”

Of course, I didn't think it would be easy, so I just said it roughly, but the miracle chemist who almost passed out after drinking laughing gas just now opened his mouth.

"yes?"

Was there something like that?

“Ether. I can throw quite a party with this… … Now that I think about it, it’s similar, isn’t it?”

This kid… … .

I guess I'll have to find another chemist.

Who were the most famous chemists of the 19th century?