Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 118

Episode 118 Confirmation of Death [3]

“That guy… … his movements are no joke?”

“So, it’s… a bit… very professional.”

“Isn’t Dr. Liston more famous?”

“What are you doing now?”

“You’re feeding me poison.”

"ah."

A roaring sound was carried by the wind.

It felt like it was about me, but I was so busy moving around that I couldn't really concentrate.

It had to be that way.

"here!"

“Oh, yes.”

Not one or two… … .

There are so many people on the streets of London who deserve to die.

That's true, but… … .

uh?

Send ten at once?

Lord… … .

I think the roads will be a bit congested today… … .

'Oh, you probably don't care since we're all going to hell anyway.'

Pushing this thought aside, I looked at the next batter in front of me.

surely…….

Perhaps because he was a person who earned a living through hard work, his impression was different.

If Dr. Liston sounds scary, then this guy is truly dangerous?

If Dr. Liston was the kind of guy you might expect to hit when he gets angry, this guy just gave off the impression that you never know when he'll do anything.

That was probably true in reality.

'Pupil reflex… … none… … huh? There is. This is crazy.'

I watched it again because I thought I had seen it wrong because I was so impressed, but I definitely got a reaction.

Did you close your eyes tightly and then open them again?

Then I saw the pupils contract sharply.

no…….

You ate arsenic and still survived?

I heard that it is actually more toxic than arsenic… … .

“Stay here for a moment.”

“Yes. Why is that?”

“I'm still alive.”

Anyway… … .

I called the officer over and said.

The officer may not have seen it, but I kept looking at this scary looking guy, so I saw him flinch when I told him he was still alive.

“Huh? Isn’t he dead?”

“No. It’s not.”

“In the cold… … .”

therefore…….

Don't judge someone's death arbitrarily based on such uncertain evidence…

Because of guys like you? When a gang leader is executed, his subordinates carry him to the morgue.

In name only, they were polite to each other, but in reality they were hoping to be revived.

Actually, the local gang leader's nickname was Jesus?

He's more famous now than before he was captured and killed, so he's doing more evil things.

“No. I’m alive. I can hear you breathing. Now, listen.”

“Can I listen in?”

“Yes. This isn’t magic.”

“Uh… … Oh. Oh… … Really… … I can really hear it!”

The officer ran to the chief in a frenzy and told him the news.

In fact, it was a stretch to call it a fuss.

Certainly… … if I didn’t know the concept of pupillary reflex and didn’t have a stethoscope, I would have said this was death.

“How is it?”

“What should I do? I have to feed it again. Hey, wake up!”

"ah."

I've seen an execution for the first time today, and I never thought I'd see a re-execution.

Phew.

I didn't want to see that, so I just went to other people.

Just by hearing the sound, you could tell how scary something was going to happen.

He would slap your cheek and force your mouth open before shoving it in.

Will you be able to regain consciousness?

I didn't think that would be the case.

Anyway, like that… … .

After a rather terrifying amount of time, I was finally able to confirm that all ten of the condemned men were dead.

“This is… …Can I ask you to do this often?”

“Ah… … yes. Of course.”

worth?

The rewards were overflowing.

First of all, it's good because you don't have to perform an autopsy on a living person.

It was also good that I owed a debt to the police chief, who could be said to be the center of power.

“Then let’s go to the theater.”

Of course, the reason I ended up demonstrating dissection in the theater was… … .

It was pretty bad, but considering what Liston said, maybe this isn't such a bad thing in the long run?

Above all, this era was difficult to endure without at least some self-hypnosis that good things were good.

‘Formaldehyde… … um… … I guess I’ll have to do that later.’

If we were going to do it among ourselves rather than in a theater, I thought we could just pickle it right away, but it seemed like too much for a public place like this.

Don't you think it'll get scratched and become a sore spot?

So I went to the theater.

“No… … here?”

Even though it was a large theater, I thought it was just a place with a movie theater…

First of all, the sign had “Royal” on it.

In the 21st century, the word 'royal' could be added to make it look more formal, but in the 19th century, when the British Empire ruled, 'royal' literally meant 'royalty'.

So, what he meant was that it was a place owned by the royal palace.

“Yes, the Royal Opera House in London. I heard that Princess Victoria is very interested in anatomy. Haha, don’t be so nervous. She’s a princess, after all, and she’s quite easygoing.”

"iced coffee?"

Victoria?

Princess Victoria?

When you say Princess Victoria, who happens to be in London at this time, the only person that comes to mind is her.

'Grandmother of Europe… …?'

Even today, the British Empire still has tremendous power, but when you think of the Victorian era, isn't it a truly magnificent era?

Looking at the way he is returning, it doesn't seem like he is directly connected to the king…

It's not like I can recite the entire British royal family tree, so it wasn't something I could figure out by worrying about it now.

More importantly… … the soon-to-be Queen of the British Empire not only watched my autopsy, but also personally gave me a theater to watch it.

'Let's do well… … Taepyeong-ah… … Let's do really well… … .'

If it goes like this… … .

I had planned to do well from the beginning, but shouldn't I do even better?

“Don’t be so nervous. You won’t be anywhere to be seen anyway.”

“Oh, yes yes.”

Liston patted my shoulder as I took a deep breath.

It was a needless worry.

'Are you nervous…?'

Queen Victoria… … .

He's a scary person.

But come to think of it, wasn't that lady not that old when she ascended to the throne?

That would have been at least the mid to late 1830s, so he'd be in his early teens by now, right?

Even if you say that you enjoy dissection, it would probably be difficult to see it properly once you actually get into it.

Besides, I've done live surgery (live surgical broadcast) many times, so I'm saying this.

He said he had surgery in front of professors who were like stars.

'If you do that, things will get even stranger.'

Anyway, I entered the stone building with confidence.

Royal Opera House, London.

The name is cool, but the interior is also cool.

Is it really the case that we are in an era where all the world's wealth is flocking to London?

Okay.

Okay.

In addition, perhaps because the princess was coming, even the arrangement of the corpses was done with perfect precision.

In the blink of an eye, the body I was to dissect was placed on the highest platform, and the rest of the bodies were placed below it.

If it were a regular theater, it would have been too small to display all of this, but since it was an opera house, the space was spacious.

In addition, the stands were incredibly wide, but the seats stretching all the way back from the first floor were already full a long time ago.

Now that I look at it, it looks like all the people who were there earlier just followed me.

That wasn't all.

“Look, even the high-ranking officials are here.”

“Your Highness… … ?”

“Will only royalty come? Nobles will come too. I see that Count Charles Grey is here too.”

“Prime Minister?”

and…….

Even the Prime Minister?

This is a bit like that.

Before I knew it, my body trembled.

I knew that it was a time when dissection was a great spectacle, but I never thought it would get to this point.

Aren't they crazy?

“Oh, yeah. Are you nervous?”

“Oh, no.”

“If so, then tell me. There’s some alcohol here.”

“No, that’s not it… … .”

Liston, misunderstanding my trembling, showed me a drink that would make me drunk just by smelling it.

It wasn't just alcohol, it was strong alcohol, so I couldn't drink it.

It would be better to do it while shaking a little… … .

furthermore…….

It certainly seemed like I was a pro.

When I actually saw the body in front of me, my heart, which had been pounding furiously for some other reason, quickly calmed down.

"hello."

At the same time, the vocal cords were stabilized, even in front of a large crowd.

Despite the huge crowd of nobles and royalty, I was able to speak in exactly the same voice as usual.

“My name is Tae-pyeong Kim and I am studying medicine under Dr. Liston. Now, let’s… … learn about the anatomy of the neck.”

After I had rushed like that, I looked around.

Then, as always, Joseph and Alfred, my faithful assistants and friends, approached me.

Colin handed over the scalpel.

After several revisions, it has now become a truly usable scalpel.

“Hmm… … So you’re wearing gloves.”

“Doesn’t it look better than doing it with bare hands?”

“Taffy Young Kim? Where are you from? I don’t think you’re from India. Are you from China?”

“No, I heard he came from Joseon. The director there boasted that he was quite a talented person.”

“Ha. Even if that Oriental guy did well, it would be useless.”

“Well… aren’t there some talented people?”

The first floor was quiet.

It may be because such a spectacle is rare, but it may also be because of the high-ranking authors who are currently making a fuss on the second floor.

It's not like the Middle Ages where you can beat someone you don't like…

Isn't it true that in the 21st century, there is no good in being seen as ugly?

“Okay. First, start the incision from the right earlobe and draw a straight line downwards.”

Anyway, that wasn't important right now.

Shouldn't we teach the doctors behind us proper anatomy and surgical techniques?

Liston, I've told you this many times, so you know how to do it roughly, but the rest you have no idea at all, really no idea at all.

I only have a rough idea of what the inside of the throat looks like… … .

I don't even know how to peel it off.

“Please cut only the first thin layer of muscle. The exact depth will vary from person to person. So, just cut it in one go… … No, there. There… … Are you a doctor?”

So, I had to not just say it, but I had to go around and spread the word about it, sharing everything with everyone.

“The doctor is right.”

“Ah, it’s Cain… … Ha. What should I do if I act so brazenly? It’s my neck.”

“The ship is like this.”

“No, I said no! You can’t do surgery like this!”

It wasn't an easy task.

It was a time when we didn't even know the most basic things, like having to go layer by layer.

In the first place, this may have been because doctors, especially surgeons, did not have much time to perform such detailed surgeries.

This year is when anesthesia became fully available.

And it is only used in some hospitals… … .

'Those fu*king bastards… … '

I held on to that thought, but it wasn't easy.

This is a real mess.

“Now, look carefully. If you don’t know, come and look.”

“Hmm.”

“If you’re here to learn, then come on! Don’t be prejudiced by the yellow face! Are you going to have a personal interview with Dr. Liston?”

“Oh, no.”

The only good thing was that Dr. Liston was here.

It's almost like a report of some kind.

There was no one who did not respond to threats.