Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 121

Episode 121 Anatomy Lecture [3]

Of course, it didn't end with teaching him one drinking skill.

First of all, since I was very good at it and it wasn't a difficult technique to begin with, it didn't take too much time.

'What if I tell you to leave now that it's over?'

Even our higher-ups, who were looking at us with favorable eyes at the moment, would have been upset.

No, it was obvious that the police chief would do the same.

What is this place…? It wasn’t an easy place to rent, was it?

Even if the princess was a huge anatomy enthusiast, she wouldn't have lent me her chin chin.

Besides, there was one more serious problem.

'The anatomy of this era is… … .'

At first, I had no idea why this kind of culture had formed.

No, why on earth do you want to watch the dissection?

Even during student practice, there were times when people from other departments would come and watch.

Of course, since our dissection lab is a hellish environment, such things rarely happen… … .

Anyway, overall, there was a strong perception that dissection was a spectacle.

'You said you'd do it at Carnival too?'

There was a reason for all this.

In fact, touching a human corpse…

It can't just be a pleasant thing, right?

The person who touched it may be like that, but more than that, the corpse… … .

No, the dead cannot speak, so it must have been a truly unsettling experience for the person's family.

Weren't there customs, especially religious ones, that required the body to be cremated, burned on a ship, or buried?

It is not much different now, so officially, only death row inmates are allowed to have autopsies.

'I said it was originally banned.'

So it was forbidden.

Anatomy was originally… … .

Then the Crusades broke out, and human dissections began to be performed, and it was realized that Europe, which was going through the Dark Ages, was particularly behind in medicine compared to the Islamic Empire, where many academic disciplines had developed.

How would you feel if, if both were injured, one noble would die and the other noble would survive?

So, a decree was issued stating that only death row inmates could be dissected once every five years… … .

Perhaps it started out of good intentions… … .

Think about it.

Huh? Look around now.

Even racists who ignore Asians come here and do it because they want to learn something.

Especially for surgeons, there must be a huge difference in whether or not they have practiced dissection, so if they limit it to once every five years, their eyes will roll, right?

‘Even I would go and see it… … .’

So, when it was someone's turn to do an autopsy, a custom developed where people would go and watch.

At the same time, it became somewhat rude not to dissect the body until it was almost ready to rot.

It was said that dissection had to be something that was performed endlessly, in a place where everyone could see it.

“Okay, let’s take a closer look at the neck.”

To be honest, it was hard.

I'm not a very physically fit person, and actually, I'm not in a situation where I really need to practice dissection.

“Okay, let me see your neck!”

"see!"

“Let’s see!”

but…….

Everyone was desperate except me.

Even non-doctors did that.

There are some very high-ranking people among them, so I can't stop.

Besides, isn't this an opportunity that we've already seized?

The story goes that you can become famous while teaching your disciples at the same time… … .

“First of all, this thing we saw earlier. It has huge muscles, right?”

As I thought about that, I pointed to the large muscles located on either side of my neck.

Objectively speaking, they are a bit hesitant to call them huge… … .

From the neck up, they were truly formidable.

Why is this so big?

There was a reason for everything.

“Not a knife, but something blunt. No… …Put the knife in.”

I pointed out that the guy who was still not sure about the situation was trying to lift a knife that was over 20cm long, and I put my gloved fingers between the relevant muscle, the sternocleidomastoid muscle and the structure below it.

Since there are no blood vessels between the fascia, the muscles are simply lifted with a popping sound.

"fire."

If it were normal, I would have used the headlights to look inside, but now, if I asked for the headlights to be on… … I would have definitely gotten my head burned.

Anyway, because of that connection, Joseph, who was next to him, pushed in the lamp.

Then the inner structure began to appear.

“Okay, here. This is the big one. The lumpy one. This is the jugular vein.”

"oh……."

“Underneath that… …if you look closely.”

Because I had lifted my muscles and my neck was not very wide, it was difficult to do anything with my fingers.

So I pushed the jugular vein upward with the forceps closed.

The blood inside me felt hard and clammy.

Rather than being like that originally, it feels a bit vague… … .

“There’s something that’s thinner but looks much stronger. That’s the carotid artery. It’s the blood vessel that goes to the head… … so it must be very important.”

I continued my explanation about blood vessels.

You might think that you're going to be witch-hunted, but surprisingly, this level of knowledge has already been accumulated.

There has been remarkable progress, especially over the past decade or so.

If you say it's thanks to grave robbery, that's a bit much…

Well, that actually happened… … .

“In other words, this muscle covers an important blood vessel. You have to be careful not to injure this muscle when touching your neck.”

I have never done it myself, but I heard that ENT doctors keep this muscle alive when removing lymph nodes in the neck.

I heard this and that and they really did all sorts of things… … .

When I asked if that was necessary, he showed me a photo of a patient whose tumor had to be cut because of cancer infiltration.

Although the aesthetic defect caused by a sunken part of the neck is also a defect, the functional defect was more decisive.

He couldn't support his neck and was leaning to one side.

“Oh, again… … .”

As I was pondering what more I should show from my neck, Dr. Liston approached me.

I just came here, but since they are people, I was a little scared.

So, as I was about to take a step back, Liston, who was used to such reactions, said without caring.

“It would be better to start with the rotting part first. It would make the stomach look better. It would become unusable after a while.”

"ah……."

“And you’re prepared, right? You did so well earlier… … I don’t think the higher-ups will leave their seats any time soon.”

“Isn’t there a performance tomorrow anyway?”

The police chief, who was standing next to me, who was supposed to be going home but had become a permanent fixture since all the high-ranking officials were there, shook his head.

“No. They’re all canceled.”

“Yes? Why?”

“When I opened my neck and showed you earlier… … That pink color? When I showed you that… … The princess and the prime minister gave orders. It’s empty for at least three days.”

"ah."

Are you crazy, you little shi*s?

I'm having a hard time… … .

Normally, when something like this happens, it would be normal to comfort them… … .

“Congratulations, Pyeong-ah.”

“So. You’re really popular now.”

“Okay, it’s urgent, so hurry up. I’ll help you with the arms and legs, but you take care of the stomach.”

These kids were actually praising him.

Of course, looking at it from a distance, it was a good thing.

It's a good thing, but… … .

But that doesn't mean the hardships will go away right away.

'Okay. Let's go.'

Fortunately, I am a doctor and I am used to dealing with this, to the point where I have become a master of it.

‘It must be hard… … Are you only going to do it during your residency?’

I can confidently say that no one in this position has ever worked as hard as I have, sacrificing sleep.

I really… … .

uh?

In our time, there were no special laws for medical residents, so we worked more than 120 hours a week, not 88 hours.

It's too much of a latte, but what can I do, it's true.

In other words, if these guys stop now, they act like they're going to kill me right away…

This was said to mean that when the night gets deeper, sin will spread.

however……

'Why… why aren't you going?'

No it wasn't.

under…….

What the fu*k.

Come to think of it, this isn't South Korea, this is 19th century London.

This is a place where people who sleep 4 hours a day and work are spread all over the world… … .

Since he wasn't working and was just out sightseeing, he was still cheering, probably because he was full of energy.

“So… … This is now a kidney. A kidney. If you look closely, there is a tube that leads to the bladder, and the bladder, as you all know, is filled with urine. This patient… … Oh my, there’s a stone. That must have hurt a lot.”

“Wahahahaha!”

“You’ve already been punished by heaven!”

“I’ve never seen a kidney so cleanly cut off!”

It was the same not only for the people on the lower floors but also for those above.

Is it because those gentlemen have watched autopsies so many times…?

It seemed like he knew how dissections were done before.

I didn't follow them around and see them, but…

Did I do it right?

There was no way that could happen.

Especially in this day and age where there is no concept of hormones… … .

“Now, look here.”

I pointed to the adrenal glands located above the kidneys.

All hormone-secreting organs are important, but this one was truly important.

'Ha… … I know, but I can't say it.'

I wanted to go into more detail, but I held back for now.

Instead, I closed my eyes to silence some of the subversive elements who were starting to bring up the Oriental witch theory because I was doing too well.

“You may remember the pink organ on the neck. It was squishy, right? Think of it and touch this. It’s a different color, but it’s similar, right? Our Lord would never have made something useless… … It’s a shame that we still don’t know what it does. However, judging by the similar texture, I think it does something similar or something. I hope someone better than me will come forward and study it later.”

This was an appeal to faith.

The effects were immediate.

It was already late at night and there was a fire burning behind him, so there must have been a halo effect, but it couldn't be helped because he was speaking holy words.

"amen."

“Lord.”

“Give us wisdom… … .”

There were revival-like reactions here and there.

Well, it didn't matter because it was their own opinion.

I was looking up.

'Okay.'

Princess Victoria also closed her eyes and said Amen.

Hallelujah, really.

I continued the dissection, humming Hallelujah without realizing it.

These gentlemen must have been blessed, and a new spectacle must have been unfolding before their eyes, and they had no intention of going home, and at some point, I don't know if it was due to the mechanism of sleep deprivation used to treat depression or what, but anyway, I got excited and the dissection continued all night.

I heard that there were people who died while practicing dissection even though they had no particular injuries, and now I understand why.

After more than 30 hours, when I finally finished the autopsy, I realized that this is exactly what happens when you die from overwork.

They couldn't even go home, so Joseph, Alfred, Colin, and even Liston and Blundell just fell asleep in the ward.