Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 109

Episode 109: By chance [3]

If it were an operating room, it would have been ranked from 1st to 100th on the Melon charts by now… … .

This was a classroom.

It's full of guys who are talking nonsense while other people are getting surgery…

The 19th century itself.

"what are you doing?"

“I heard you’re having stomach surgery?”

“Huh? Can I buy it?”

“I don’t know.”

Those crazy guys… … .

Have you come to the cinema?

No, no.

You can't make noise even in the movie theater.

I'm getting goosebumps just now… … .

Before I knew it, I was a 19th century person.

Iron Buck.

Anyway, I washed my hands, put on gloves, and washed them again.

In the meantime, Senior Alfred, who had run in a hurry without even being able to ride a carriage, was put under anesthesia.

It wouldn't be that difficult, considering that it's just like turning a gas cylinder under anesthesia.

There's just one more thing that needs to be done, and that's to check if the patient is breathing…

"don't worry!"

I felt a little relieved when I saw Alfred laughing heartily, showing off his yellow teeth.

Even though it's like that, I'm saying that I'm taking care of my breathing pretty well.

'My hands are definitely numb… … It might be better to just go under real anesthesia.'

It's not that I'm bad at studying, but it's not that I lack effort either.

Above all, you listen to me very well, right?

Anesthesiology seemed like the best place to bring it.

Chit-chit.

Anyway, I poured the water that Colin had boiled and cooled into the patient's wound.

I wiggled a little as the anesthesia wore off, but that only lasted for a moment.

I said there's no way if I turn on the gas?

“Hmm.”

“Ugh.”

I wondered if the Thames River water could be made clean simply by boiling it… … .

As I poured water that looked clean, the wound was clearly more visible than before.

“First of all, a knife.”

“Oh, is it an amputation?”

"yes?"

The wound looked fine, but to be sure, they would need to make another incision into the wound and take a closer look inside.

So I asked for a knife, and Liston handed me the Liston knife.

No, I didn't receive it, so I tried to hand it over… … I guess that's the right expression.

“Aren’t you going to cut it?”

“Where… where?”

"here."

"no……."

Liston pointed to the injured area.

If you cut here… … .

A person would be torn in half?

Amidst all the thoughts that came to mind, I was left speechless.

Fortunately, Liston is not a completely thoughtless person, so he observed my silence and soon put down his sword.

“That… would kill me?”

“Of course. I’ll die.”

“So when you say sword, you mean that poor sword of yours?”

“Why are you… why are you talking while looking down?”

“Isn’t the difference similar?”

"under."

If you were just a little smaller, you'd be dead.

I trembled with a deep sense of humiliation, but soon I received a proper scalpel.

Fortunately, Colin quickly put on his gloves and joined in, which made it possible for an assistant to join in.

This guy has pretty good hands, regardless of his personality.

He also has a good eye for detail.

"first……."

“But don’t be so cheerful.”

“No… … You say it’s refreshing to cut open a person’s body? That’s the mindset before anesthesia.”

“I see.”

In fact, Liston may have possessed similar talents… … .

Could it be because I've been swinging my Liston sword around so much?

It seemed like there was no going back.

Ji-i-ik.

Despite all the sabotage, I opened the ship a little more.

Of course, it didn't open very wide.

If you do that, you might get infected.

Can you feed stale bread?

Is my stomach in this state?

So, an injection… …?

Even though I knew about the miracle drug called penicillin, I didn't have the courage to collect a piece of mold and insert it into my blood vessel.

“Hey, are you hungry?”

“Wow… … Doctor Pyeong’s experimental spirit is truly amazing.”

“That’s what I’m saying. There’s a reason why Asians have gained so much fame.”

“Is it not for nothing that they call him an honorary white man?”

Just look at them talking nonsense without even wearing masks.

Even if I don't like the word itself, it's still second nature…

I was so worried about the bacteria popping out of my mouth, which I obviously didn't brush properly.

"to……."

Liston clicked his tongue at my timid innocence.

I don't even know why they made the cut, but this is the reaction…

“So you can see inside?”

oh.

Underestimated.

Certainly… … the best name in London is different no matter what.

“Look carefully. Over there! Light it up!”

“Uh… … Me?”

“Yeah, you.”

"uh……."

“If you don’t want to get left behind, come and shine a light.”

“Oh, yes.”

Isn't this a situation where everyone is working?

Liston observes and assists, Joseph just opens the wound, Colin focuses more on assisting… …Alfred anesthetizes.

So I called any guy who caught my eye and his mouth opened wide.

Now that I think about it, it seems like the yellow monkey was doing something or other… … .

It was okay.

Because everyone becomes a mess in front of Liston.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm.”

The inner abdominal cavity seen through the enlarged incision is… … .

It was difficult to say that it was good even in empty words.

To be honest, I had a feeling this would happen.

If you suddenly get stabbed with something sharp, it's natural that your intestines will get hurt, right?

But the reason why this isn't easily noticeable… … is partly because it's not turned inside, but also because of the mesentery, the guardian of our abdominal cavity.

“That could be the case. It’s become difficult.”

mesentery.

Simply put, it is a membrane made mainly of fat that fills the space between the intestines and the abdominal cavity… … .

It protects the internal organs, and also prevents minor wounds from spilling out of the stomach by covering them with this membrane.

This time was no exception, so I was roughly covering it up, and that's why I didn't notice the wound on the intestines earlier.

But when I extended the incision to the side… … the intestines were slightly cut.

in?

Of course, it was full of shit inside.

'What should I do?'

The length of the wound itself was not that long.

It was clear that this was done by a complete beginner.

If a pro had stabbed him in the first place, he would have aimed for the blood vessel behind it, not the intestines.

Even if you stabbed him twice, one of them just cut the skin, right?

‘To remove a stoma… … .’

Still, the patient had a very high chance of dying.

If it were the Republic of Korea… … .

Honestly, by now we should be having a comfortable surgery while chatting.

Because the patient wouldn't even think about dying?

But… … .

'No. It won't be manageable. I'll have to suture it in here somehow… … I have to think of it like an appendix. This is… … .'

It was dangerous now.

I had to do my best.

"line."

"uh."

“Please cut it.”

“Are you trying to suture it?”

“Yes. You should try what you can.”

“Umm… … Okay. But… … .”

“But?”

“Patient, your skin is colder than before. Are you okay?”

"ah."

Alfred Lee, you bastard.

When I told you to look after the patient, you just watched him breathe?

It was so cold that I could tell it was cold even when I touched it with my gloved hands.

'Did he pass away?'

When I looked at it, Alfred shook his head.

“No, it’s okay. Breathe. It’s a little weak.”

Ignore the words that say it's okay.

It seemed like breathing was real.

For now, my heart is rising and falling, even if only slightly.

‘If it were normal, I would have to get a blood transfusion, but… … .’

It's a blood transfusion.

Originally, the image was very negative… … .

After our Blundell mixed and sent several people to the hospital for blood transfusion, it was not the Vatican but the abbot who banned it.

Still, I could try it if Liston would agree… … .

This gentleman is also very negative about blood transfusions right now.

'Then I guess I'll just end it quickly.'

I have to do it whether it's adding sap or something else, so it would be better to just keep going like this rather than stopping and doing something.

So I decided to go ahead for now.

“Let’s suture it first.”

“Yeah. Well… … Don’t blame yourself too much. You were going to die anyway.”

I let the comforting curses go in one ear and out the other, and sewed them one by one.

The only consolation was Colin.

I'm slowly helping with one hand… … .

I don't know exactly where and how I'm going to do it, but I think I have a general idea.

That means he has some understanding of surgery, and if he can raise just this one properly, things in the future will become considerably easier.

'Hmm.'

Of course, that was limited to a hopeful future.

Still, this place was nothing more than an average 19th century place.

First of all, the thread… … .

'The suturing itself is much easier.'

Do you know how slippery nylon thread is?

I clearly pulled and tied the knot, but it came undone.

I got really scolded because of that in my first year… … .

Whether it was silk or cotton, the surface was so rough that even if I roughly pulled it apart, it would never come loose due to friction.

The problem is that the rough surface is more prone to bacteria getting in and growing there… … .

'Let's trust this guy.'

Wasn't he the person who got stabbed and bled so much but didn't die?

This is what I meant: they are on a different level from the weak humans of the 21st century.

Kindness!

itself!

'Lord.'

I understand why you believed in God so strongly.

I have to trust Injagang… … .

The prayer just came out on its own.

Ji-i-ik.

Despite these distracting thoughts, I continued suturing without stopping.

The intestines are thin and have already been cut with a knife, so there is a high chance that they will be crushed, but my sutures were smooth.

The needles are a lot older than the ones I used before, but so what?

There's a saying that goes, "A craftsman never blames his tools."

I'm blaming you for something like that… … .

Anyway, I was a genius.

'I can feel you're concentrating.'

The sight of the small intestine that was clearly divided sticking together, and the stomach that was divided sticking together in the order of peritoneum, muscle, fat, and skin…

Even if I don't know, it must have felt like a miracle to at least those gathered here.

It's not that he didn't, but even the guy who had his lips sticking out like a bowl had his mouth open without realizing it.

Since he is an ignorant person, he may be just saying this because he is curious, but it was obvious that the other people, that is, those who had even a little experience with modern medicine because of me, would be in a complicated mind.

Among them, Liston gave me that questioning look he'd been giving me lately, and then he quickly cut the thread hanging over the knot I'd just made.

That was the end of it.

“Okay. First… … the wounds… … .”

“Okay, then shall we ask who the culprit is?”

“Oh my god, this is startling.”

When I looked around, the police had come in.

That's a good thing, really.

While I was having surgery, anyone could come in… … .

“What the heck? What does that mean?”

“It’s Korean. It has the meaning of emphasis. It means, ‘I was really surprised.’”

Of course, I am weak in the face of public authority, so I muttered with a smile on my face as best I could.

That doesn't mean I woke the patient up or anything right away.

“And right now, it’s impossible. The anesthetic gas has been applied… … You’ll have to wait.”

“If we keep doing this, we might let the culprit go… … .”

“No clues at all?”

Thinking about the patient, it shouldn't have been like that.

So I asked him back, and the police officer answered with a look on his face like, 'What?'

“No witnesses… … No weapons. It’s a dead end.”

but…….

This was a very 19th century thing to say.

Did you do scientific investigation or something?

Fortunately, I had the surgery and was able to help.

“Because I saw the wound.”

"huh?"

Forensic science didn't have many credits, but…

You said you worked hard.

Besides, how many years has it been since I saw the trauma?

It was obvious that I would be much better than some police officer.