Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 110

Episode 110: By chance [4]

“Look.”

I showed him the wound that was sewn up like a ghost's wound even to me.

Even though the surgery was being done in a classroom and anyone could just walk in, it's unlikely that anyone would have been able to see the surgery properly.

The view was completely new to me, as I was not in the classroom but behind it.

“Ugh.”

His face had already become somewhat like that of someone who had already lived.

You did well.

Of course, that doesn't mean you'll survive…

Anyway, isn't that what's important right now? Putting the patient to sleep and just giving them information?

So I started to play with my mouth wide open.

“If you look, this width is not that narrow.”

“Hmm. I see. At this level… … .”

“4cm… … No. About three fingers?”

“Yeah, yeah. You keep using Korean. Anyway, it’s three fingers. So? Can’t you tell just by looking at it?”

If you look at it, you'll know why it was so dark earlier. What did you do?

No, when you think about it, it makes you mad, right?

At first I thought the patient was dead… … .

The decision that there was no other way than asking the patient like now was tantamount to saying that there was no will to catch the culprit.

It's not even a guess… … .

'Well… … I said that most of the cases are unsolved.'

When I first heard about the unsolved case from Liston, I wondered why the police were there.

Of course, it is said that it is quite effective in preventing violence or solving murder cases of high-ranking officials… … .

So that's why Sherlock Holmes came into being?

The public must have been so eager to catch the culprit that it came out and became a huge hit.

“Yes, that’s true. But when I looked inside, I couldn’t get in that deep.”

Of course, I am a typical example of a strong-willed, weak-willed person when it comes to public power, so I said something completely different from what I meant.

It might be different later on when you become successful… … .

well.

Wouldn't that be a strange thing?

“You couldn’t get in deep? Isn’t that a short sword?”

“Was it common to have a short sword of this width?”

“Ah… … That’s true too.”

“At least this much.”

I stretched out my palm to show its length.

And he didn't stop there, he placed it next to the patient's stomach.

If it had gone all the way, the patient would have died.

If a knife of about 20cm goes in, you will usually die.

Of course, if you're a very fat person, then it might be different, but do you think there are any workers in London who are very fat?

Not only do they eat the weirdest food, but the work is hard.

“Aha… … Then… … ?”

“I didn’t stab them all. I’m a beginner. I mean, I’ve never handled a knife before. And there were actually two wounds… … This one just cut the skin.”

“Leather, what do you mean…?”

“It’s my stomach. I couldn’t hear even a single word at most.”

“Aha. I see. That analysis certainly makes sense.”

The scenery became a truly admirable face.

I shouldn't be surprised by this… … .

I became worried.

'Never… … walk around alone at night.'

It wasn't that it wasn't true, but it felt like there were more and more homeless people in London.

They were also people who could turn into robbers at any time given the chance, even if they were just vagabonds.

Those were the days.

No, even if a farmer thinks he has some money, he just goes to a quiet place and does it!

Maybe the reason Liston is spending so much money these days is because he had his limbs amputated somewhere other than in a surgical setting…

'No, this is not it.'

I barely managed to hold onto my sanity, which had been blown away by the trust in the police that had been thrown into the basement below the ground, and pointed to the patient's feet.

“Here… …? Is that right?”

It seemed like he hadn't even thought about looking at it.

Well, what is this… … .

I did the same.

When I first saw a trauma patient, I never thought about it.

“Yes. Imagine that your opponent is chasing you with a knife, and you are bare-handed. Then what would you do first?”

“I have to run away. Huh?”

“Yes. You should run away. Then, as you can see from the surrounding area… … it’s a place full of sewage… … wouldn’t something have splashed on your legs?”

Alfred and Colin, who had come running from just that distance, looked down at their pants.

It was a mess.

The officer must have jumped for a moment or something, but since he was wearing leather boots, he barely took any damage.

“But it’s clean, yeah. This is… … .”

“The perpetrator did not chase the patient from outside. The patient was attacked at home.”

“Oh, I see. That’s right!”

Was it Detective Park?

Because we often met at the trauma center, we had the opportunity to talk about various things until the patient came to his senses.

If the doctor asks if I just chatted without seeing the patient, I have nothing to say…

It wasn't like there wasn't even a minute and a second left.

The problem was that I never got out on time and couldn't go anywhere.

'Thank you… … I may not be a detective here, but I can be a detective.'

That gentleman must have been in a similar situation to me… … .

“And look at your hands.”

“Your hand this time?”

I learned quite a bit.

“Yes. Are your hands clean?”

“Wouldn’t that be so?”

“No. Think again. A crazy guy you don’t know is coming at you with a knife, and you’re bare-handed. You can’t even run away. It’s a house or a dead end. What can you do?”

“Ugh… … Hey! Are you crazy?”

As the officer continued to mumble and hesitate to answer my question, Liston, who was standing next to him, made a motion as if he was going to strike the officer with his sword.

Of course, it wasn't a bare sword, it was in a sheath…

Not only the police, but everyone inside had this look on their face like, "Is this kid crazy?"

It may be an illusion, but it seems like the patient's eyes were opened and closed.

“You’re raising your hand right now.”

Of course, Liston, being used to this kind of attention, just chuckled.

No, rather, should I say confident… … ?

Anyway… … .

This also helped.

“Yes. You raised your hand. It’s your instinct to defend yourself.”

“Ah… … Then.”

“But the guy who was going to stab me wouldn’t have stopped like that… … It would be normal for my hand to get hurt.”

“But isn’t it clean? What is it? Did you stab it?”

and.

This time it was a bit dangerous.

Because you're saying such stupid things… … .

I almost hit you for real.

Common sense tells you that if he had stabbed her, the weapon would have been there!

And since our neighboring country, Japan, keeps talking about hara-kiri and such, we tend to think of stabbing people in the stomach as something easy, but this is something that you really can't do when you're sober.

“Then… …then you wouldn’t have been holding a knife or nearby it? And you wouldn’t have washed your hands either, so they wouldn’t have been this clean.”

"aha."

“Imagine if someone you know suddenly stabbed you. You wouldn’t have been able to defend yourself.”

“Ah… … someone you know… … ?”

“Yes. Someone I know.”

“Like this.”

I stabbed the officer in the stomach with my finger instead of the knife during the conversation.

As expected, he was stabbed completely defenseless, and the officer looked back and forth between his stomach and his hands hanging in the air, unable to do anything, before clapping.

“That’s right! My acquaintance is the culprit!”

“It is highly likely.”

“Yeah, yeah! Okay! I guess I can catch it like this! Good job! Please take care of me in the future!”

The policeman ran out laughing.

Seeing that police officer, I vowed to myself once again that I would never go out alone again.

And as he was about to see the patient, Liston opened his mouth.

He had his finger pressed against the patient's nose.

“You’re breathing well. You worked hard. You’re really amazing.”

“You are too kind. That is because you taught me well.”

“I don’t know how you learned what you weren’t taught, but I appreciate you telling me so.”

The questioning expression he usually makes when he sees me these days passes by briefly, and Liston continues speaking.

“By the way… … .”

His face looked a little worried.

But I wondered why.

“It’s a good thing he was saved, but where did they get the body?”

"ah."

yes.

We didn't go there to save our people… … .

I went to retrieve the body.

Of course, the purpose was to rescue the body and teach other surgeons so that they could save more people in the future… … .

Anyway, right now I needed the body.

“So… you said you needed a body?”

"huh?"

As we were exchanging worried glances, the officer who had stayed behind to check on the patient, other than the one who had just rushed out, spoke to me.

Even though he seemed to be of a lower rank at first glance, I thought it would be worth listening to him since he was a police officer.

“A corpse?”

“Yes. If it’s a corpse… … then it’s not like there are only innocent victims, right?”

I wondered what he was talking about.

His nose is a bit red, so I guess he likes alcohol, which makes me even more suspicious.

In this day and age, there must be one or two crazy people.

“What are you talking about?”

As expected, Liston, who hates beating around the bush, took the lead.

He's already big and scary, but didn't he even swing a sword just now?

Even if they were police officers, they wouldn't dare ignore what Liston was saying.

“Yeah, yeah. There are prisoners.”

“Prisoner… … ? No… … I’m not saying I’ll kill a living person here.”

As I was thinking about it, I was a bit hasty in my actions, but is Liston trash enough to receive this?

That wasn't it.

“No, no. That’s not what I meant. Aren’t there… … death row inmates?”

"ah."

“Many people are dying.”

“We need ten, but do we have to die that much?”

“Uh… until when?”

"next week."

"ah."

Next major?

I saw it.

The mouth of the scenery.

Yeah, there are a lot?

No matter how many prisoners there are on death row… … .

“It might be possible.”

"yes?"

“It might be possible. We just have to pull it out a little bit.”

“You’re pulling it out… … Isn’t that like killing someone who could have lived longer?”

“They’re going to be killed anyway. They’re all murderers and rapists.”

“Then it’s a different story.”

Not all murderers deserve to die.

But when I saw what the police did this time… … .

You even got caught during this?

How many times have you done this…? … Isn't that right?

Is there a CCTV or a black box?

It was so hard to find witnesses that they were all too busy trying to survive and didn't cooperate.

There was nothing I could say because even if I cooperated, there was nothing they could do.

At a level where you're lucky if you don't get retaliated against?

“That’s right. Then, instead of doing this, I’ll tell you the schedule. Then, you can pick it up at the scene.”

okay.

yes.

They deserve to die.

But on the scene… … .

Is it really necessary to go?

As he was thinking that, Liston grabbed his hand.

“Okay. But can you change the way you do it?”

“What method?”

“I need a corpse to practice surgery, so I can’t hurt my neck.”

“Ah… … So hanging is not allowed?”

"okay."

“Uh… … I’ll explain that. I’ve already received a lot of help from the doctor, so I’ll cooperate with you in anything. Today too.”

Liston chuckled at the officer's words.

me?

I am…….

'Then how on earth do you execute someone… … .'

I became anxious.