Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 105

Episode 105: The Object Called a Bicycle [2]

Cut vertically.

Then I just put in a metal bar.

Since there is no material, not even rubber, that can maintain holes like this, this was implemented as a last resort… … .

'Breathe… … .'

Among the clots that had fallen down the back of the neck and were blocking the windpipe, they were all removed.

I cut it lengthwise and just pushed it away with my hand.

I don't know if there is any suction… … .

'If you tell Joseph to suck on a straw in his mouth… … .'

Doing something like that… … .

Isn't this something that people shouldn't order other people to do?

Rumor has it that there was a doctor who would do something like that… … .

Whew.

“Big.”

The Lord is here.

First, the patient started to exhale.

In a situation where there was no Ambu Bag (a manual respirator) or Nabal, spontaneous breathing resumed even though breathing stopped for a moment.

Long, unknown patient.

It would have been better if I hadn't ridden the bike… … .

“Big!”

ah.

There was a reason why spontaneous breathing returned.

“Hey, what is this… … .”

Liston and I had to deal with the patient's whole body being hit with bloody sputum that I had spit out through a vertical hole in his throat.

Normally, if it had been to this extent, I would have felt sorry and stopped… … .

“Ugh!”

The patient had a persistent cough.

In conclusion, it was a good thing.

It's because the iron lump was put in the prayer and it was stimulated, but that's actually why it broke.

If not, by now I would be in Samdocheon, no… … Since I am a Christian, wouldn’t I be meeting someone like Peter at the gates of heaven?

“Do something!”

"yes yes!"

Anyway, it was something that couldn't be left like this.

I'm going to die from coughing.

It's not that I didn't, what I just did was to open a hole in the wall… … .

I'm saying that it's not like I treated the injured area in particular.

Kirik.

So first I opened the gas tank.

ha…….

this…….

A strange smell.

No matter how hard I tried to keep it from coming my way, it was difficult to completely block it.

It was natural because the patient couldn't even properly insert the tube into the hole through which the gas came out of the gas tank.

If I did that, I might die.

Why?

Oxygen doesn't go in… … ?

“Whoa.”

“Hoooooo.”

So Dr. Liston and I had to turn our heads to the other side and take several deep breaths.

In fact, he learned from Liston and became a butcher… … He was also an expert at cutting off limbs, and he had a hard time because he was put under anesthesia before surgery, so he came up with his own solution.

“Big.”

Of course, our proud anesthetic is only an anesthetic in name, and is not very powerful, so even though we sprayed that much gas, the patient only fell into a deep sleep.

The only fortunate thing is that he's not coughing, but just groaning.

“Isn’t this too weak?”

“It looks like the stimulation is strong.”

“This gas is almost always still when cutting off limbs?”

“Yes, that… … .”

The pain of having a lump of iron stuck down your throat… …isn't it worse than having your limbs cut off?

I wanted to say this, but I was in a situation where I couldn't bring myself to say it.

"ah……."

Now that we have secured the most urgent prayer, shouldn't we check the patient's condition now?

When I looked at it with that kind of mind… … Sigh… … .

The tongue was practically tattered, with a hint of exaggeration.

I can't do it, but if Liston were to pull hard enough, he could rip it right off.

'The tongue… … is such an important place… … .'

First of all, blood was flowing out.

This place is nothing but a lump of blood.

But the bigger problem was that when the front of the tongue was damaged like this, it could not support its shape properly and rolled backwards.

Look at it now.

Although it was blocked by blood, it was actually the tongue that completely blocked the airway.

With that thought in mind, I pulled my tongue forward, being careful not to completely tear it off.

“You… … seem like you’re scared, but there are times like this… … .”

When I looked to the side because my voice was shaking slightly, I saw that the world-famous Liston was not able to properly see the surgery scene.

Oh, really.

What's the big deal about sticking your tongue out?

With that face, I started to pull out the piece stuck in my tongue.

'nice.'

It was a good thing I wore a mask.

If anything, it will all be erased with the smell of blood… … .

As expected, we are 19th century people, so our breath smells…

This didn't look like a tooth, but more like a fungus patch.

I don't know, but if you take it and culture it, I think the bacteria will grow in a bowl at a time.

Bam.

As I thought about it, I felt like the smell was getting weaker.

furthermore…….

As I delicately removed this piece with tweezers, I felt like I was back in the old operating room, albeit only for a moment.

“Haha.”

I couldn't help but laugh.

Bam.

Hey, this.

If I had just one decent pair of tweezers, it would be like this.

Everything that was stuck on my tongue has already disappeared.

“Ugh.”

How dare you cry at such a wonderful moment.

How blasphemous… … .

"huh."

When I looked back, Liston had already left.

The guy who just cried was the one who was setting up the soldering iron.

Are you crazy?

What you are doing is so disgusting.

I'm really in the middle of treatment.

“Needle. Ah… … Joseph!”

Anyway, there was no way I could complete this treatment alone.

First of all, since there is no fire, we can't do complicated things like suturing.

“Ah… … I’m so scared.”

So when I called out, Joseph, who had been hiding behind Liston's large body, peeked his head out.

no…….

What's so scary about a guy who dissects corpses?

I've been doing this since I was a kid, making sure that everyone is breathing.

This person hasn't passed away yet.

But if I leave it like this, will he definitely die?

“What are you afraid of? Come quickly.”

"ha……."

Anyway, Joseph came anyway, even though he looked very uneasy.

yes.

Then you are my disciple… no, my friend.

“Senior Alfred. You’re coming too.”

"I am……."

“Oh, you’re not going to be a doctor?”

“Where in the world can you find such medical care?”

“Oh, there is.”

Honestly, this was nothing.

There is a surgery in the world called commando surgery… … .

The reason it was given this name, even though it has nothing to do with commandos, is because both the patient and the doctor must be as brave as the commandos.

Compared to that, this is nothing special… … .

“If you come to work, then turn on the light. You have to make it visible, right?”

“That… … Okay. Then can I look somewhere else?”

under.

If I were a resident, I would have hit you right now.

But senior… … .

Isn't it a money line?

Maybe in the future, I won't really do anything special and just live a carefree life, investing in myself?

When I thought about it that way, suddenly the act of lighting a fire started to seem really amazing.

“Hey! Me! I have a hard time looking at this too!”

“Oh, you can’t.”

you…….

You should be a doctor.

Surgery usually requires two or three people.

Besides, you're good with your hands.

Colin is like that too… … .

"needle."

“Uh… … ha.”

After many twists and turns, I started to sew the patient's tongue with the needle Joseph had given me while my senior shined a lamp inside his mouth.

Of course, as a great surgeon and someone with experience working in a trauma center, I didn't just do the suturing, I also looked into the rest of the situation.

It was a mess.

Should I say that this is a situation where I can't just say "it's okay" with empty words?

'The front teeth… … will probably be difficult to recover?'

I think implants will be developed someday… … .

When on earth will that happen?

Even if it goes up, wouldn't it take more than a hundred years to come out?

What this meant was that this person would have to live the rest of his life without his front teeth… … and without his upper teeth at that.

‘If a person doesn’t have front teeth, they look really lacking… … .’

My older brother, who used to serve as a military doctor with me, got drunk and ate lamb skewers on metal skewers, knocking out one of his front teeth. When the unit commander saw him like that, he must have thought that he would never be able to carry out his duties, so he immediately gave him sick leave.

He told me to either get it fixed within a week or at least put some gum on it.

'Oh. I'll chew gum later.'

I don't know if I can chew on anything, but wouldn't that somehow solve the problem of my pronunciation leaking?

Even without that, the ridiculous appearance could have been avoided.

"oh……."

Despite my complicated feelings, exclamations leaked out from Joseph, who was next to me.

It had to be that way.

My tongue is sticking out.

Whether this will be able to function properly in the future is… … .

Honestly, I don't know.

I thought that maybe there would be some difficulty with pronunciation.

However, since muscles are one of the organs in our body that recovers its function relatively well, I have some hope that it will get better to some extent.

“How is it? It looks much better than before.”

“Oh. Wow… … Isn’t it all better?”

“No, that can’t be.”

Do you think it will all get better with common sense?

At least… … things on the outside seemed to be getting better to some extent.

But the real problem was something else.

'Blood… …flowing down my back.'

Maybe it was because the light was so dim, but I couldn't see the inside of my throat properly.

In the first place, the one holding the fire is looking in the opposite direction, so it can't be helped…

“Hey, hey! Senior! The light just came towards my head!”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Can’t you just look at it and do it?”

“Uh… … Not yet.”

"under."

It's lucky I don't burn my head, let alone make it look good, right now.

Anyway, judging from the fact that I see it occasionally… … .

There was blood flowing out.

What does this mean!

There must be a wound in the nose too, this is it… … .

Common sense tells you that it's unlikely that someone would come and poke your nostrils, so it's not a direct injury, right?

'Shit.'

Just looking at this patient… … he slammed his face into the ground.

Among them, it seems like it fell towards the chin first… … .

'I'm glad it ended with a concussion, but it could have been a fractured skull.'

At first glance, the dark bruise under the eye doesn't seem to be spreading.

If we knew everything like this, why on earth would X-rays and CTs exist?

No microfractures were detected.

“Okay. If you’re done, let’s move the patient!”

When I saw the tongue cut off, it was shriveled, but after suturing it, Liston suddenly seemed to have a surge of courage and approached the patient to pick him up.

This was not a good idea in a situation where microfractures were suspected.

no.

This is how we kill each other.

“Just a moment… … Just a moment. The patient is too injured. How about moving him slowly for now?”

“Huh? What are you talking about? Wasn’t your tongue just hurt? You’re still breathing.”

"that……."

To suspect an injury in an unseen place was too high a level for them.

That doesn't mean I can say that there is something called clairvoyance in Joseon.

“I’m the one who sutured my tongue, so can’t I do whatever I want with it?”

So I tried to force it.

Still holding the needle.

"hmm."

Then Liston's eyes shook slightly.

I guess the patient's severed tongue came to mind, maybe that's why?

I took a slight step back.

"great."

Thanks to that, I was able to take care of the patient…

It was possible to carry him on a stretcher.

“Look at that crazy guy… … .”

“Did you see me laughing while biting my tongue earlier?”

“If you make a mistake, you’ll lose… … .”

“Even that Liston stepped back… … .”

“I heard he was famous as a fighter in Joseon.”

"shipbuilding?"

“Oh, that. I heard it’s the land of medicine.”

“Huh. Is there a country like that?”

As for the words that started to come in after that, I decided to ignore them.