Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 117

Episode 117 Confirmation of Death [2]

“Ah… … You’re going to do an autopsy right away?”

"then……."

"what……."

“But you can’t see that!”

“This is invalid!”

“Do it in the theater!”

The crowd seemed to agree with Liston's words, but…

That doesn't mean it suddenly became quiet.

Rather, even more confusing statements than before were pouring out.

'Theater… …? Did you say theater?'

I was wondering if they were doing the dissection in a theater or something… … .

Surprisingly, during this period, dissection was a kind of… what should I say?

show?

You might think it's too much to call it a show, but it really was.

William Burke, who was hanged last year.

What happened to that person?

'The verdict was so shocking that I can't forget it.'

I'm not very smart, but my photographic memory isn't that good, so I didn't remember the entire text, only the last sentence.

-Your body will be publicly dissected for dissection practice, and your skeleton will be preserved as a reminder of your evil deeds to future generations.

This wasn't just said in words, it was dissected publicly.

At this time, public did not mean making it public to the press, but rather making it available for anyone to see in a plaza or theater.

So is this an incredibly rare case?

That wasn't it either.

There's even an anatomy theater?

What was your name?

Oh yeah, Padua?

“A theater… … .”

“Hey, Pyeong. This is a good opportunity.”

"yes?"

“As you can see from what I just saw… … most people still don’t know your name. Is this okay? You are the greatest doctor I know.”

“But… … theater… … .”

“Sure. Aren’t you confident in your dissection skills?”

I am… … .

If it weren't there, it would be stranger.

Wouldn't that be so?

Even in the 21st century, I am a surgeon who has mastered anatomy and has already performed numerous surgeries on actual people.

He said that he was confident that all the doctors in the 21st century would be able to do well.

But the 19th century?

“I am confident.”

“Yes. I know you feel guilty in strange places.”

"hmm."

It's not that it's strange, it's just natural… … .

Isn't there anyone here who can be persuaded by anyone?

So I kept quiet.

Judging from the way things turned out, Liston's smooth talking didn't seem to work out very well for them.

Whatever it was, I was a foreigner from somewhere, so it was only right that I listen to the locals.

“But will I ever have another chance to show my skills in front of so many people?”

“Hmm. I don’t think so. I guess not?”

“Yes. Unfortunately, there are many people who will look down on you because of your skin color. Even in our hospital… … Aside from the money-crazy director and Blundell, there are many more people who will look down on you. Even if they know you’re good, there will be many who will spread rumors. But what if the public finds out?”

This gentleman's tongue was so smooth that it made me wonder if it was really that smooth.

Moreover, it felt sincere.

but.

Does this guy really care about me?

Although he sometimes acts a bit evil… … .

Just by looking at the fact that Blundell hit me while I didn't, I could tell how much this man thought of me.

"All right."

“Okay, then. You step up and speak.”

“Me?”

“Should you do it?”

"hmm."

“You’re good at talking. Try it.”

“Ugh.”

I found myself standing in front of a crowd.

I can't help but sigh… … .

Yeah, I'm good at it when I actually try to shave.

What was announced at the Baeknalcheonnal Academic Conference is this body.

“Hello, this is Doctor Pyeong. Originally… … I was going to invite only doctors and proceed with the event… … However, since this was an anatomy practice session to teach a certain surgery, I thought it might be better to conduct it in a theater.”

“Wow!”

“Justice!”

"dissection!"

At my words, I heard a "Wow!"

I like it this much.

haha.

these guys.

Is it really that much fun to dissect something in a theater?

Anyway, I had something to say, so I continued speaking.

“But since dissection itself wasn’t the goal… … we need to allow other doctors to come up onto the stage. Then we’d need a fairly large theater… … Is this possible… …?”

I become a star?

Okay, this is it.

But that's actually… … .

So it's not that urgent for me?

It will happen someday.

So what’s important right now is… … .

The idea is to teach surgery to as many people as possible.

'I feel like I'll be left behind if I don't do this in this situation… … Shouldn't the chief take care of it?'

So I stopped talking and looked at the chief.

Just a moment ago, the chief seemed really at ease.

Because you threw the ball to us?

But what should I do?

I guess you'll have to do some theater bookings for me.

"uh……."

The chief looked embarrassed when he suddenly received the ball like that.

“Catch the theater!”

“Catch him!”

“Catch him somehow!”

I think I just cursed inwardly?

But what can I do?

What's the use of swearing… ?

"that……."

“Police chief, seize the theater!”

“Catch them, you little bastards!”

“Catch him!”

uh?

If you don't take it, you'll die.

You know?

Here really… … .

Is it unsafe?

I doubt a police chief would ever walk down a back alley in London alone, but if it did happen, I'm sure we'd see him in an autopsy room in the near future.

“I, I will take responsibility and take it. The theater… … the biggest one… … .”

“Waaaaaaaaaah!”

“Long live the police chief!”

“Waaaaaaaaaah!”

“Justice!”

Since he was someone who could not have not known that, he accepted it anyway.

He's a police chief, so he'll probably take me to a good place, right?

“Okay… … Then… … I will execute you. I’ve waited a long time. Then… … Bring it.”

"yes!"

Anyway, when the police chief nodded and requested poison, the officers started moving around hurriedly, and the crowd became eerily quiet.

Isn't this a situation where a person is about to die?

No matter how barbaric the 19th century was, it was natural to be silent for a moment… … .

“Kill him!”

“Kill him!”

Oh, no.

I just took a deep breath to scream louder, you guys.

It really seems like the death penalty is a form of entertainment… … .

'Mind control… … Let's do it together… … .'

I don't need to be swayed by those people just because they are like that.

Besides, this was a very important moment.

I had to confirm death.

'These people… … will probably think that if they dissect him, it will be 100% certain that he is dead.'

Dissecting someone alive… … .

It's terrifying to even think about, but surprisingly, there were cases.

What did they call that… … .

Yeah, vivisection.

Herophilus, known as the father of modern anatomy.

I heard that in ancient times, dissection was performed while the victim was still alive as a method of execution, and that was why it was possible to know about the existence of nerves, which were absolutely unknown at the time, and even to distinguish between motor and sensory nerves.

Although he was buried under the pretext of having the devil's knowledge, he was brought back into the spotlight as modern medicine took hold.

'I can't do that, right?'

uh?

No, how could I do such a thing… … .

'Make sure to check properly… … .'

So, as I was trying to calm my mind, the suspicious drugs were delivered to the ringleaders among the grave robbers who were sitting on the stage with their limbs tied to chairs.

“Open your mouth!”

“Ugh.”

“Someone! Why is this kid so strong… … Uh, Professor.”

“Eww!”

How many people would open their mouths in a situation where it was obvious what would happen if they drank?

Everyone except the guy who had given up and the guy who had been grabbed by the hair by Dr. Liston earlier had their mouths covered.

Of course, none of them lasted that long.

This was especially true for those whom Dr. Liston personally took on.

But still, I wondered if it was okay for a doctor to forcefully inject poison like that… … .

-I do autopsies because I really want to save people. But I can't stand being linked to a crime.

When I recalled what I had heard earlier, I understood it again.

It may seem scary, but he's actually a real doctor.

I think he must have felt insulted.

No matter how much someone insults me, I would never think of poisoning them myself… … .

“Ugh, ugh.”

Anyway, the guys who drank started to fall down one by one.

Then he would vomit and have diarrhea.

That's because he ate arsenic.

To be exact, we fed him the most toxic of the failed syphilis treatments we had asked our chemist to make.

So… …they fed him a stronger version of arsenic, a colorless, odorless poison that would kill him if taken in excessive doses.

“Don’t come near it. It might be poisonous.”

“Oh, yes.”

One of them had already rolled his eyes and was about to walk away, thinking he was dead, when a police officer stepped forward and stopped him.

Now that I think about it, that's true.

I also remember getting scolded when I tried to approach a patient who was brought to the emergency room with poisoning while I was an intern with my bare body.

“Let’s just wipe it off… … and see. Anyway, we’ll be wiping it off and then we’ll feed it to you again when you wake up.”

“Ah… … yes.”

After hearing the officer's words, I decided to keep quiet for the time being.

It's so scary.

I can feel the determination to kill.

For me, who is a doctor by name and has lived both in my past and present life to save others, it was a truly terrifying moment.

If it were like before, I would have thrown up or fainted right away?

If you look at it like that… … .

It seemed like I was adapting well too.

“Okay, this one first.”

I've been waiting like that… … .

It's quiet because you say so, but in fact the crowd has been shouting all along.

That would be so… … .

The charges against each of these guys are at least theft and trafficking of 100 corpses… … .

They were serious criminals who truly deserved to die.

"hmm."

I approached one who appeared to be breathing heavily.

No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like he just left, but who knows?

So, I started by looking at muscle tension.

If you force yourself to hold your breath, you can hide the sound of your breathing, but this is something that cannot be done.

It takes strength to endure something.

'If it was a situation where I lost my breath on my own, then it would be different… … .'

When I touched it, it didn't seem like that.

No matter how many stimuli I gave it, it didn't move at all.

Strangely enough, when I stood in front of the corpse, things I had learned before came to mind and my body started moving.

Check the pupils, look at the muscle tone, watch the breathing… … .

Finally, he brought out a stethoscope.

'hmm…….'

I guess it wasn't as good as what I was used to.

But at least it was better than hearing it with my own ears.

Because it was an object made to imitate an ear, the sound was amplified tremendously.

“He’s dead. But just in case, leave him like this and call his name from the side.”

“Your name… …?”

“When a person dies, the last thing that remains is hearing… … and through this, they can respond to stimuli.”

“Oh, yes!”

I was just moving naturally, but Liston, the police officers, and the crowd watching seemed to see it differently.

Somehow, the noise gradually died down.