Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 106

Episode 106: The Object Called a Bicycle [3]

“Your voice won’t come out now.”

After a while, the next day, the patient opened his eyes.

In the meantime, my face got swollen.

It was a natural… … thing.

The injury was so serious that it was fortunate that the front part of the facial bone wasn't broken.

By the way, my nose seems to have gone a bit out… … .

Unfortunately, I have never had my nose adjusted.

'If you do that for no reason… … there's a high chance that the base of your skull isn't intact… … if you touch it and cause an accident… … .'

Wouldn't it be better to live with a slightly lowered and crooked nose than to die?

It doesn't seem like he was the type of person who lived off his face in the first place…

If it were the 21st century, I would have immediately called an ENT doctor and whipped him, but here, everyone else was just a quack at best, so it was right for the patient to compromise.

-Ugh.

While thinking like that and looking at the patient with the most affectionate eyes, the patient tried his best to speak.

Even so, all that came out was not a familiar voice, but the sound of the wind.

Why?

I dug a hole.

The exhaled breath and the inhaled breath are said to pass through the vocal cords.

“I can’t speak. It’s okay. This is temporary… … .”

-Sigh!

Is this swearing with your eyes?

“Haha. It really doesn’t come out.”

As I was thinking that, Liston, who was next to me, laughed.

Don't laugh… … .

It sounds like you're joking.

-Shhh.

Still, it seemed okay.

Well, would you be angry against Liston?

If he could do that, he would truly be an extraordinary person.

“You fell while riding your bike. If you remember falling, blink once. If you don’t, blink twice.”

“Blink. When you speak.”

this…….

Aren't we living in a time when communication is difficult, let alone communication with actual patients?

They say that most married couples live without talking to each other, so what can you do?

So, when I'm alone, it's really difficult, but when Liston is there, it's a lot different.

“You don’t remember… … Does your tongue hurt?”

“It must hurt. You said it hurt. Isn’t it?”

“I think the second blink was because of tears.”

“I’m so frustrated… When will I be able to talk?”

“We have to stop that… … .”

“Don’t stop it.”

“No… … That’s the windpipe. You can tell just by looking at it that my tongue is so swollen right now… … It’s difficult right now.”

“Will this subside with time… …?”

This meant that smooth communication was possible.

Of course, I should be able to speak to make things smoother, but right now my throat was completely blocked.

If I hadn't drilled a hole, I would have died yesterday.

-Shhh.

Patients who are unaware of this fact are constantly making a whistling sound as if they are frustrated… … .

No matter how I look at it, I can't feel any gratitude on his face…

I checked on the patient's condition nonetheless.

'First of all, Lord… … I thank you for not passing away during the night.'

Does this person know that I, a poor man, am praying to God in thanksgiving?

'Back… … I think there's a cerebrospinal fluid leak… … Ha, what the hell.'

What the fu*k.

Cancel the prayer of thanks.

What is this?

What is that in a place I can't even touch?

'Still… … If I wait, maybe it'll get better… … right?'

I opened my mouth, armed with the poker face I had trained for years.

“First of all… … the patient should continue lying down like this.”

“Is there a reason? You have to sleep right away while lying down.”

I forced the patient to stand at an angle of about 30 degrees.

It goes without saying that in a world where there is no such thing as a bed that can be built, even if you eat and sleep…

At best, they put a pillow or something behind him.

Fortunately, the patient was so badly injured that he had difficulty moving, so he had no choice but to leave it that way.

The patient may not consider himself lucky, but… … .

“If you shine a light on the patient, don’t you see something dripping down the back of his nose?”

“It’s a runny nose.”

A bigger mountain than that was Liston, or rather the doctors of this time.

Those… … ignorant bastards… … who believed that the only thing that could come out of the nose was snot or blood.

In fact, our brain floats in a liquid called cerebrospinal fluid, so you might not even imagine that if the bone at the base of the skull, that is, the nasal bone, breaks, that cerebrospinal fluid could leak out… … .

So how can we possibly understand that if the fracture is minor, it can heal on its own if we just leave it alone without putting too much pressure on it?

“There is blood.”

“It’s almost stopped compared to yesterday. And my tongue is swollen so I can’t breathe. I’ll come out later.”

That's why I had to continue this frustrating conversation a little longer.

“That… is right.”

“Right? Do you remember why now?”

It wasn't just frustrating because I was so quick-witted, it was also difficult.

“Your tongue is swollen. You need to raise it so that the swelling goes down a bit.”

“Hmm… … It seems plausible to say that it just occurred to me.”

That sounds plausible… … .

That makes sense because it's true…

Of course, that's not the reason why it's done that way, but the human body is naturally affected by gravity, so the swelling is bound to go down.

Usually it's when there's a leg injury, but what's the big deal now?

“It’s not plausible, but shouldn’t we get rid of it as soon as possible? Then it’ll make sense.”

“That’s true. It’s really uncomfortable. It would be a really good way to save patients who are dying because they can’t breathe… … Hmm.”

“But consider teaching it to other surgeons at this meeting. Is there another way to do it?”

“That’s true. Living in silence is a hundred times better than just dying.”

Liston swept his chin under his arm.

When I first saw him, he used to sweep his bangs up whenever he was lost in thought or something… … .

“Why are you looking here?”

“No, it’s not.”

Is it because the number of surgeries has increased due to anesthesia?

I really got into it all of a sudden.

“Don’t… look at that… … .”

"yes yes."

Liston scratched his chin again, his face drooping, then opened his mouth.

“What were you talking about just now?”

It didn't sound very meaningful.

The power of the missing head was truly enormous.

No, if this continues I'll get hit and lose.

“It’s a tracheostomy.”

“Ah, yeah. That’s… … . Hmm. Okay, good. This is a meaningful spell. And it’s not that difficult.”

It's not that difficult… … .

It may seem like I'm so good at it, but it wouldn't be that easy to actually do it.

Of course, it is more of a procedure than an objectively difficult surgery, and in fact, there is now a machine that can make holes by simply turning it, so it has become possible to treat simple cases in internal medicine departments… … .

That's a 21st century thing.

“Yes, but if there’s an accident, the patient will die. And they won’t die in such a good way.”

“That’s true too.”

Liston closed his eyes quietly.

Maybe he was thinking about the hair loss… … no, he was probably thinking about my surgery scene yesterday.

It would have been a truly horrible sight if he had died, but it was fortunate that he was kept alive in that condition.

“So, when you teach, you have to do it properly.”

“Hmm… … Right. I guess we can’t just do it in the classroom.”

"then……?"

“I guess I’ll have to do it in the dissection room.”

There was nothing more that could be done for the patient other than to just watch him in this condition.

No, rather, if you want to do something more… … .

If it's anyone else but me, die.

'Emily too… … is okay.'

Besides this patient, Emily was also doing well.

It was a stroke of genius that he didn't show any signs of local infection, and thanks to the brain fragments, there were no signs of rabies.

It must have been so bad that this was already the second time he had been discharged from the hospital and had come to the outpatient clinic.

Actually, the reason he came today was because he was surprised that I sent him money without asking.

-It's okay. Write. Write. Don't worry about living expenses.

Seriously, condoms are the best.

Long live France.

Thanks to this, I have money left over even after supporting Emily Brontë.

“Since we’re on the subject, should we go?”

“Oh, right. Let me check the condition. I have time next week… … Maybe it’s because I haven’t been able to do any dissections recently. I don’t even know the turnover rate.”

The word turnover rate… … is written on a corpse?

I looked at Liston with a puzzled expression, but the involuntary pigtailed man continued talking shamelessly as if he had no feelings at all.

“Oh, and that thing about making cyclists wear helmets.”

“Oh, yes, yes. That. If you just use that, the number of people who die when they fall will decrease.”

“I think so too… … I think that’s obvious.”

Fortunately, it was meaningful words.

Besides, 19th century humans also had some experience with helmets.

It hasn't been that long since I've ridden a bicycle, but it's been a long time since I've ridden a horse.

Even horses were very expensive animals, so they were almost exclusively for the nobles, especially for leisure purposes.

“I relayed the message to the police chief. Well… … I don’t think he’ll write it all down, but it’s better than nothing.”

"yes yes."

If I could, I would ban all bicycles, but… … .

It would be unreasonable to take away such an efficient means of transportation from the common people just because they are afraid of getting hurt.

Besides, I am just an Asian doctor and not a queen.

I don't think even the Queen would be able to do that.

Wouldn't it be nice for an aspiring painter born in Austria in the distant future to try something like a moustache?

Squeak.

As we were chatting about this and that, before we knew it, we were in the autopsy room.

Unlike Liston, I've been relatively in and out of town lately.

Why?

“Oh, you’re here?”

“The review has arrived.”

“Help me with this.”

That's because we had disciples like Joseph, Alfred and Colin.

They say they are friends, but if someone teaches you unilaterally all day long, then you are not really a teacher and student.

“Oh, but wait a minute.”

“Ahh! Professor!”

“Eek.”

“Please save me.”

I went in first, and then Liston came in, so the kids who had been running towards the entrance like kids receiving deliveries scattered to the back.

Just like the teachers scattered around the kitchen with the lights on.

"what."

“No. The kids are working hard.”

“Um… … The progress… … is only fast for these three?”

“I’m a bit biased.”

“Can someone who will become a professor say something like that in public?”

“Isn’t it okay if I become a professor and there’s no favoritism? Besides… … .”

“Yeah. I know that too.”

At first, the ones who were okay were like, "Maybe it's because I'm too good. " They don't say the yellow monkey thing out loud, but behind the scenes, they start doing it with passion and sincerity.

As a result, the factions were somewhat divided. There were three people who were loyal to me, Joseph, Alfred, and Colin, and there were about five people who were just like that. The rest…

“If you want to die, there’s nothing you can’t do.”

“No, I didn’t mean to say that the professor would kill me.”

“If you listen to me, I won’t kill you, so it’s okay, right? There’s no difference between you and me.”

"that……."

It's quite different, though… … .

While he was thinking about this, Liston walked around the dissection room and muttered with a look of discontent on his face.

“There are too few bodies. Where should I get them?”

Even though it was a friendly country, it was a little scary.

"and……."

“You want me to wear a helmet?”

"yes."