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Episode 107: By chance [1]
“Collect the bodies… …?”
“We should gather, then. At least twenty people will come… … . Where will we end up like this?”
Dr. Liston pointed to the dissection room.
There was never a particular shortage of corpses, and looking at them now, it didn't feel like that at all.
But when I looked again after assuming that twenty surgeons would come and practice at least once… … it certainly seemed woefully inadequate.
In the first place, since this is an era without formalin, even if a body is secured, the period during which practice is possible is bound to be very short.
To me, coming from 21st century South Korea, where one could conduct an entire semester or even an entire year of internships on a single corpse, it seemed quite unreasonable.
“So we have to collect them.”
“Uh… … Where?”
“That's the problem.”
Should I say that I'm lucky?
It wasn't very difficult to find a body in London at this time.
Just here… … .
Look at me.
thud.
Another one came in today too.
Even if not every day… … .
Almost every week, one or two pieces came in.
It was possible because I had no intention of asking for consent.
So, it is safe to say that this is a manifestation of great immorality… … .
“It would have been a lot easier if those crazy guys hadn’t caught me in Edinburgh… … .”
What was surprising was that this was a greatly improved result.
The incident that Liston was muttering about with regret just now.
So, in the city that was once the capital of Scotland and was nicknamed the Athens of the North, and gave birth to Adam Smith, the protagonist of the invisible hand, and David Hume, the protagonist of empiricism, a truly shocking incident occurred.
'William Burke… … William Hare… … .'
These two guys with ordinary names, whose names you wouldn't know what they were, committed an outrageous act.
There was also an accomplice.
Robert Knox.
He was a fairly famous anatomist… …and even the University of London had a book written by him.
What kind of crime was the renowned anatomist involved in? It wasn't just any crime, he was involved in serial murders.
Of course, they call it serial murder, but that term didn't appear until the late 1900s, so the term wasn't used, but in my opinion, these guys were impeccable serial killers.
“Were there sixteen people that the two of you killed?”
“Yes? Oh, yes. That’s what is known.”
“There could be more. Actually… … I wonder if it was just them.”
“That… that’s right.”
As Liston said, the number of people they killed was a whopping sixteen.
Since what is known is so known, there is a high possibility that there are more… … .
The purpose was precisely to dissect the corpse.
More precisely, Dr. Knox purchased the bodies from them for dissection purposes.
They literally 'produced' corpses.
“No… … There are so many people dying anyway… … Are things a little different in Edinburgh?”
“Rather than that… … well… … didn’t you say you wanted a young and healthy body?”
“Oh, man. That crazy guy. No matter how much he wants to dissect a corpse, he can’t… … kill a person.”
“I would have said it was unfair until the end. In reality… … he didn’t die.”
“He’s not dead. I heard he’s looking into giving lectures here and there, but if I catch his eye, he’s dead.”
"that……."
When I saw it… … .
Even before that, and even now, such things must have been happening one by one.
It's not that it's not true, but aren't there some corpses that we dissect at our university that have unclear origins?
The reason I didn't dig into it was because I was afraid that if I found out about it, I would end up facing something difficult to do.
Of course, after that incident was clearly revealed, there were some crackdowns and it is true that the supply of corpses decreased.
In fact, I heard that some universities have gone so far as to ban dissection of corpses.
‘This human… … isn’t that why he’s angry?’
Before that… … .
So I heard that until just two years ago, there was no shortage of corpses in the dissection lab.
Rather, he said there were many times when there were so many people coming that there wasn't enough money to pay.
That means it has decreased… … .
No matter how I thought about it, it seemed like a good thing.
They say that the number of corpses being brought in after being killed has decreased.
“Anyway, I guess I should do as you said.”
Of course, I wasn't brave enough to say something like that in front of Liston.
So I just brought up a different topic.
Isn't the sound of William Buckney Hairney uttered most inappropriately, at least in the anatomy lab?
What the world, murder for the sake of dissecting a corpse… … .
It was surprising that he said something like that in court.
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How could he be so arrogant as to commit a crime that cannot be justified for any reason?
“Yes. We need to get everything to another hospital this week or next week.”
Anyway, since Liston is a goal-oriented person, it wasn't that difficult to change the subject.
The unfortunate thing was that this man was looking at me and my disciples while saying these things.
"uh……."
"yes?"
It was no use for Joseph and Alfred to make foolish noises.
“I will save you!”
Anyway, once Liston makes up his mind, isn't it fate that we have to follow?
However, this does not mean that Colin, who is passionate about rescuing corpses, is normal.
Where on earth are you going to go and what are you going to do to get it… … .
I was worried about that too, because he seemed to have a strangely psychopathic disposition.
If it were before, I would have just left it be, but now that I've completely come in, I can't do that.
“Okay, come get him.”
“Huh? Brother. Save me. You just told me about William Burke and Hair?”
“I’m not telling you to kill me. I’m just telling you to save me.”
“Isn’t that what you mean… … that you mean… … ?”
“Don’t misunderstand. Is it right for a doctor to kill someone? Just save him somehow.”
therefore…….
When someone like you says something like that, it kind of sounds like you're a gangster, and it seems like there's definitely an option for murder in there.
“Shall we go to the cemetery first? A huge number of corpses come in there every day.”
“No, there… … there are already too many rotten corpses. But rather… … .”
I had a feeling there would be an ominous word behind it.
Words like "on the street" or "in someone else's house".
It's a problem to even think like this, but I think I'll really not know what to do once I hear it, so I hurried as much as possible.
“Hey, how about the police station!”
"police office……?"
“If there’s a murder or something… … we’ll follow. Then… … no, we’ll do an autopsy.”
“Oh. That’s a good idea!”
“No, the autopsy… … .”
“The autopsy can be done here. They’ll be grateful if we do it for them.”
uh…….
Is that so?
Are you grateful… … ?
But didn't autopsies develop only after medicine developed?
Even though I did autopsies… …I mean, I didn’t major in forensics.
At best, that's all I heard when I was a student.
Still, it seemed like it would be a lot better than the people here.
“Okay, then, instead of doing this here, let’s all go out.”
“Are you… really going to the police station?”
“You already told me, so why are you talking nonsense now?”
“Other friends… … No, not that.”
these guys.
He must have really hated dissecting things, because his eyes lit up as soon as the word “let’s go out.”
It's not that I didn't understand it at all.
The smell of formalin alone gives me a headache, but here… … .
Oh, I accidentally took a deep breath and I feel like I'm going to throw up…
"let's go!"
Anyway, we left the dissection lab, got into the carriage and headed to the police station.
The carriage was getting better and better because our Dr. Liston had cut off so many limbs.
We need to quickly develop a new technique or do something to reduce the number of people who need amputation…
As I only had one body, there was still plenty of work for Liston in London.
“Open.”
“G, request support!”
“I am Liston.”
“Listen! Wanted man… … No, Professor.”
There was a brief commotion as we entered the police station.
As always, it's because of the face…
Fortunately, there were some things going on with the police station, so now there were some police officers who knew Liston's face, so he was able to sit in a decent seat instead of going to the detention center.
“What… what brings you here?”
Didn't you solve the problem of Killian having syphilis a while ago?
As it turned out, he wasn't just spreading syphilis, he was also swindling money here and there.
He went to prison at the same time that he was cured of his syphilis by eating stale bread, and perhaps it was because of the police's reputation, or the chief of police, or just Liston's face, but I don't know, but the treatment wasn't all that bad.
“Is there anything wrong with the murder case?”
There, Liston said,
I wonder if there could be anything more inappropriate to say as your first line at a police station… … .
“You… you’re not going to commit suicide, are you?”
“What are you talking about! To the honorable doctor.”
“You’re talking about murder… … What on earth is going on?”
“We just found a dead body… … .”
No, no.
There could have been more inappropriate words.
A crazy guy mentions a corpse after a murder?
“Hey, police officer.”
There was nothing I could do about it like this.
Of course, as an Asian, it's really burdensome to talk to the police directly, but I don't want to go to jail just for showing up with them.
“Ah… … tell me.”
The other person looked at my face like any other British person would and then his face became terribly indifferent.
Of course, I couldn't cross the line any further because Liston was by my side.
If I were alone… … .
I could have been sent to jail for talking to someone.
During this period Britain… … .
That's true… … .
“We would like to perform an autopsy.”
“An autopsy… …? We don’t have the budget to pay for it… …?”
The same goes for not spending money on autopsies.
If a high-ranking person were the victim, it would be a completely different story… … .
There were almost no cases of such people doing wrong in the first place.
Conversely, it was commonplace in London at this time for people who were not like that to die.
I'm dying every day, really?
“It’s okay. I’ll do it for free.”
“Hmm.”
free.
In London, free meant scam.
Naturally, the officer's face was gradually becoming worse.
That's when Liston stepped in.
“I don’t know if you can call it a substitute, but if you leave the body at our hospital, we’ll do an autopsy.”
“Ah… … That… … Hmm.”
His face softened a little when he heard that it wasn't free.
I don't think it was something that would make the police officer's face lighten, but…
It shouldn't have been seen through 21st century eyes.
This is the 19th century.
It was a time when barbarians claimed to be civilized.
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
“Yes, good. As luck would have it… … a report came in. Let’s go.”
“Oh.”
As soon as the verbal contract was signed, we went to the murder scene.
I'm definitely a doctor… … .
I'm trying to save people… … .
I don't know how things turned out this way, but that's how it happened.