Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 119

Episode 119 Anatomy Lecture [1]

Only after they had wielded Dr. Liston as a weapon, and then the sullen faces, and even the ones who had been swinging their knives at will, were they brought under control.

Actually, Professor Blundell was also helpful.

This gentleman… … .

Blundell, the devil of obstetrics and gynecology with a mortality rate close to 50%, is actually a well-known obstetrician and gynecologist in London.

No matter how much I think about it, it's really strange…

Anyway, that's what I'm saying.

“Doctor Pyeong is really smart. It will definitely help. Are there many cases where patients can’t breathe? Actually, there have been quite a few cases where patients were saved by using this surgery at our hospital.”

“Is that true?”

“That’s right! Have you ever seen me talk nonsense?”

“Oh, no, Professor.”

The saying was that he had a reputation to the point where such words would work.

Frankly, from a 21st century medical perspective, there's almost nothing Blundell says that isn't nonsense…

Whatever it was, it was helping now.

“Where… … That’s right. Yes. Yes. Everyone made the incisions in a U shape. Some went in too deep, so please stay there until I give you further instructions.”

“Okay.”

Somehow I made a U-shaped incision.

It wasn't anything special, it was just an incision that started from the right ear and went around to the middle of the collarbone and ended on the other earlobe.

If you just hear it, it might seem like a big deal, but once you draw it, you'll get the feel of it.

I have a feeling that they would never cut this deep during a normal surgery.

Of course, when performing an unusual surgery, there were also cuts.

For example, when performing a total laryngectomy for laryngeal cancer?

‘Is there anything I can do for surgery in this life?’

I don't know.

I don't know.

“Okay, those of you who have made the incision as deep as I told you, take out a wide instrument first. No, not a wide knife! I’ll wear gloves and do it with my fingers. Yes, with the handle of the knife… … with the handle. Not a handle like that… … Not a handle like that. What, are you here to kill someone? Why is the knife like this… … Oh, you’re Dr. Liston. You’re wearing gloves, right? With your fingers… … Wow, look at your big hands. Anyway, let’s do that.”

I don't know if that will happen or not.

This would be possible only if other science and technologies are developed in succession.

So if there's one thing I need to do right now, it's definitely a quality lecture.

And I was confident in this.

I've taught it more than once or twice.

furthermore…….

Rather, is it easier to do this now because there is no formalin?

“Now, if you lift up this… … slightly cut surface, you can see it now? The tissues stretching out with a squeaking sound? Put it in between. Then it will split open with a pop.”

"her……."

"oh……."

"this……."

In particular, it is safe to say that peeling like this is completely impossible if formalin treatment is used.

This is something that can be taught in the operating room.

To those who saw it for the first time, it would have seemed like a real stunt.

It's clearly a murder, but isn't it a sight of layers splitting apart?

It was obvious that it was not cut artificially with a knife, but rather just pushed open with the hand, but at that time, it would have seemed novel to people regardless of their social status.

"and……."

“I find this interesting too.”

“Hmm… … It’s like magic.”

It's not that we are not, but those in high places.

So what I'm saying is that exclamations of amazement are just pouring out of the mouths of people in completely different shaped seats on either side of the room.

'Hoo hoo hoo.'

If even people who are obsessed with manners and formalities are like that, what about ordinary citizens?

I was keeping my mouth shut in fear, but when the people above me started doing the same thing, I felt like I had lost control.

“This is crazy.”

“Ugh… … .”

“No, how does that work?”

In this cat-like atmosphere, I peeled off the dead skin cells with just one finger.

It's not like I do it every day… … .

Anyway, it was good that I learned it well when I first learned it.

'Thank you… … ENT… … .'

young.

Maybe it's because it's a famous saying, but it's something that was only learned once, but it's something that sticks in your ears.

Of course, it was also because my skills had reached a certain level.

Thanks to this, I was able to perform the basic surgical technique for neck surgery, called the Platysma Muscle Flap, without any problems.

“Why am I… … this… … .”

“Ah… … It’s difficult.”

“Oh. There’s a hole in my skin.”

If you just look at what I'm doing, you might think, "Wow, that's so easy." But…

How could that be?

Then, dogs and cows don't need neck surgery.

I have taught Dr. Liston and Blundell separately, and Dr. Liston in particular was a man of equal or perhaps even greater talent than I, so he never made a mistake.

But for others, the situation was completely different.

“No, I told you to do it bluntly?”

“So that’s why it didn’t work.”

“Why… … Ah, look. If you look here, you can see that it’s lifted above the muscles. How are you doing? How did you lift this piece of paper?”

“Ah… … Is it different?”

“Look carefully. There’s a pink muscle between mine. Um… … Since it’s already come to this. I’ll just lift this up.”

“No, it doesn’t work… … Huh… … This… … ?”

He's also talented.

There were also some that followed the layer of subcutaneous fat over the muscles.

Of course, it was just talk, but in reality it was only about 2cm deep.

It's amazing that he did it with the kind of knife that Dr. Liston would use, but anyway, I just shaved it off with a scalpel.

It was a magical technique that bordered on the miraculous.

If it were like before, there wouldn't have been a single person who would have noticed… … .

“Ugh… … .”

“Look at this.”

“Wow, that’s amazing.”

Aren't we in a situation where most of the people who just ordered the same thing can't do it?

But it was not surprising that exclamations of admiration erupted here and there as he was steadily taking on more and more difficult tasks.

The problem was that this gentleman was literally a gentleman.

There was also a baby that had a hole in its skin.

“No… … How can I do this?”

“That’s because it’s pushed like this.”

“No, why is the handle pointed too?”

“There are times when I really need to stab myself with this.”

"what……."

Would you stab someone?

why…….

Why because… … .

Is this little bastard's knife handle an awl?

“If you use this to pull out the bullet, it comes out well.”

"ah."

It looked like a bullet was going to come out.

But it didn't seem like people would be able to live there.

Maybe it will be a corpse with no bullets left.

I thought I should touch on traumatology at some point.

'No… … No. My body is one… … Let's go step by step… … .'

It's a total mess, that's what I'm saying.

"and……."

“That seems incredibly difficult. I know the doctor who just got in trouble.”

“That’s what I mean… … It also feels very systematic… … .”

The only silver lining was that many people were watching us overcome this crisis.

Even people of high status lose their minds.

'Yeah… … If we do this, it might actually be helpful later on.'

If you find out that I'm really good, won't you call me someday?

Of course, if you were obsessed with racist thoughts, you might not do that.

It was entirely possible.

but…….

But, the doctor said something different.

I'm being discriminated against right now?

Shouldn't you just ask me to spare your life?

It was something that was entirely possible if I had faith in my abilities, and I was confident that I could give that faith a try at this time.

“Okay… … First, open everything… … and then there’s this. I have something like a trident, but if you don’t have one, just hold anything up and lift it up.”

"huh?

"oh……."

“Oh.”

“If you lift it up, it will look like you have lifted your apron.”

Yeah, so another name for this incision is an apron.

Most of them didn't do it properly, but thanks to me helping them, everyone was able to get a pretty good view of the inside of the neck.

This was probably the first time anyone had ever looked into the inside of such a clean throat.

The body that was hanged would have to be crushed here.

of course…….

It would be a different story for grave robbers, but since most of the time the traders forcibly inflict wounds to avoid being caught, it would be like that.

“Now… … the muscle that goes from the bone below the ear to the middle of the neck. When you lower your head, try applying force to it so that someone else can’t straighten it out again. Or, try applying force when you straighten it back and then try to bend it back. This is what you can feel when you do that. It’s huge, isn’t it?”

“It’s big… … .”

“Is this the biggest muscle in the neck?”

“I guess so? Everything else is trivial.”

Since it was everyone's first time seeing this sight, I felt my concentration increase.

Some doctors, according to me… … .

He was touching his own neck or someone else's neck with the hand that had just been touching the corpse.

In any case, it was a time when concepts such as hygiene and protection did not exist at all.

In my previous life, I used to package things like being a manly man or being romantic… … .

I'm sure that once you actually get there, you'll forget all about that, really.

“Let’s look at that later. Let’s look at the middle. If you look… …you’ll see white lines between the muscles. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, come and look. Don’t cause trouble. There have been several already, right?”

“Okay.”

“Dr. Liston, that kid’s holding a knife.”

“Do you want to fall behind?”

“Okay, I was wrong.”

“You said you knew the answer, so why are you holding a knife?”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

In the meantime, there was another guy who lost respect and started acting up, but Dr. Liston forcibly instilled manners in him.

I'm glad I brought you along.

“Did you see?”

"yes."

Looking at the member who had become more polite, I pointed to the white line running vertically down the middle of the neck… … that is, the membrane between the muscles running vertically up and down the neck.

Now everyone was checking where the white line was.

'To be exact… … it is the connective tissue between the sternohyoid muscle, that is, the sternohyoid muscle… … .'

Wouldn't it be a bit odd to even say something like this?

Even if the ignorant ones didn't know, there might be some high-ranking officials who knew where Joseon was.

Furthermore, there may have been people who knew what kind of country Joseon was.

There is a limit to what you can do, that's what the saying was.

“Okay, just draw along that line. Don’t draw it now. Watch me do it. Like this.”

So I just drew along the white lines with a scalpel.

There was no bleeding because there were no blood vessels here and I made several shallow incisions to avoid damaging the underlying structures.

All I could see was the two muscles that had been attached stretching out with a popping sound.

“Now, if you look inside here, there’s this pink tissue. It’s really lumpy and if you touch it wrong, it’ll bleed a lot, so try not to hurt it.”

I continued, pointing to the thyroid gland that was visible through it.

As expected, Princess Victoria, who was known as an anatomy enthusiast, never took her eyes off the thyroid gland or me.