Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 126

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“No, we’ve been waiting for this long!”

“Isn’t chopping off people’s legs and arms a good spectacle?”

“Your hospital is the one that received that money!”

"what?"

As soon as I came out with Dr. Liston, people who had been waiting around with red faces started to come up to me and protest.

The people inside were satisfied because they saw something worth paying for, but… … .

Aren't those people outside like that?

There were also some people who came by splitting up their few holidays.

I think I would have felt a little sorry if this had been a proper performance.

Now we have a rough idea of what life is like for the lower classes of London, the workers.

'But… … That sight is surgery… … .'

I had the thought that it was a substitute for the Colosseum.

Of course, it was better than that.

This would be a terrible sight, but whatever it was, people were dying… … .

'No, I'm dying. I'm dying a lot… … .'

At least Liston's side was a little better.

-Professor. No, brother! There's no need to show off your experience anymore. Wash that stinky knife and go. Okay?

It was thanks to my earnest request that it was effective.

In fact, why would Liston want to carry around a knife that was soaked in someone else's blood and even smelled like blood?

It was all because of the strange belief that it would build up one's own prestige, but after hearing what I had to say, I wondered if that was really true.

Already, the name Liston had spread its fame not only in London, but throughout England and even across the sea to France.

However, other amputations were still performed with dirty knives, as if they were the result of careful consideration of how to kill the patient, let alone disinfection.

“What did you say, Inma?”

“No, it’s not.”

The conversation has strayed for a moment, but I'm so frustrated.

These kids, they think hanging is a spectacle…

The conclusion was that it was not surprising.

It would probably have been impossible for anyone else to pass through this enormous wall of criticism.

But to Liston, even with his blood-dripping knife, he posed little threat.

“Please take a look… … .”

“Okay. Come for your next surgery. I’ll give you a discount.”

“Yes, yes. It is an honor.”

Rather, I was able to leave while receiving hospitality.

“Harry… … Harry the Butcher.”

"yes?"

As soon as he got out, Liston wiped the knife with a towel and put it back in its sheath, or rather, in its surgical case.

Then he said something very disturbing.

no…….

Weren't you a doctor?

Why is your nickname Butcher… …?

“It’s a nickname given to us because so many people died. Our professor, at least… was a safety-first person. That’s why he treated prostate enlargement, a serious disease, without taking risks.”

“Aha, yes.”

As someone who had just come from reading materials and was confused as to whether this was materials or a memoir, I found it difficult to agree.

“That guy did everything he could to get the best results. You know, since you’ve done the dissection, isn’t the prostate located in front of the rectum?”

“That’s right… … .”

But as I listened to him, I suddenly became anxious even though I hadn't heard that much.

What kind of villain will we face this time?

In the past, I would have just been gripped by fear… … .

Now, I also had a nervous feeling that I was becoming a 19th century person.

“This guy… … took that as an idea and tried to remove the prostate from the outside.”

"yes?"

But this is a bit… … .

This was a bit off.

I asked back, convinced that I had misheard.

Hey, no way… … .

I hope that doesn't happen.

“They cut in front, and they cut in the side… … Even though opening your stomach is taboo, you did that? And then your rectum bursts… … And there’s shit floating around in your stomach… … You weren’t kicked out of the hospital for nothing.”

"ah……?"

“How could you employ such a crazy person as a professor at a hospital? Of course, you kicked him out. But this guy has the audacity to set up a clinic near London and continues his medical practice. Of course, a lot of people are dying.”

oh…….

At this point, even in the 19th century, it seems he would have been treated as a heretic.

Just hearing it made me understand how many people this kid had caused to die miserably.

The concept of disinfection doesn't even exist… … Isn't it a huge undertaking to open a ship?

Besides, is there such a thing as a director?

Is there any concept of mutation being dirty?

uh?

There's a whole bunch of guys who pour out their cheap stuff from home onto the street every morning.

'It's a shit termination… … sigh.'

Even in the 21st century, when undergoing emergency surgery, it is not possible to administer an enema or fast, so if the stomach is opened and the intestines are ruptured or necrotic, there are cases where feces flow into the abdominal cavity.

Of course, when that happens, we wash it with water like crazy and disinfect it, so there aren't many cases where something goes wrong with that alone.

But it is true that the prognosis is definitely getting worse.

How about here?

If he survived, it would be a miracle, but what else would be a miracle?

“But… … Professor, since he was the only person who performed the surgery he was in charge of, and he was also his disciple in name, it seems like they kept in touch. Well… … He must have been lonely.”

“Are you lonely?”

“That’s right. As you know, if it’s surgery, amputation is definitely a major.”

“Ah, yes… … .”

I didn't like it, but it was true.

Besides amputation, isn't there much a surgeon can do?

This was especially true at a time when obstetrics and gynecology was not yet classified as a surgical specialty.

The surgeries that those who are not good at cutting stones end up having to do are surgeries such as stone removal or hemorrhoid removal.

“I should have said hello to you too. I never thought I’d be making friends with a crazy person like this. Anyway, let’s go. You’re cutting off my balls? That’s right.”

“Yes, yes. We have to go quickly. Ugh.”

After we learned the basic information about Butcher Harry, we boarded the carriage.

This is Liston's personal carriage, and as you can see from the theater, this gentleman is making a lot of money these days, so he upgrades his carriage whenever he gets bored.

“Wow, this is a cushion… … ?”

“Haha. That’s good. It’s from the Qing Dynasty.”

"aha."

It's a time when Chinese products are a source of pride.

Well, that was the case once.

'The Opium War… how long is left?'

About 10 years left?

After thinking about Qing's future for a moment, I soon became slightly depressed at the thought that Joseon's future was not so bright either.

It was literally just a little bit.

My nose is three feet long, what can I do right now?

what…….

If I could gain more fame here and even receive a title, that would be another story, but that was a very, very distant dream.

The only hopeful thing was that he had already become a professor.

And Queen Victoria… …even though she’s still a princess, doesn’t she look upon me favorably?

“What are you thinking so deeply about?”

“Ah… … No, well. I was just worried that it might have already been cut off.”

“Well… … it’s something to worry about. The crazier they are, the more diligent they tend to be.”

The words, “Are you someone who swings a knife from dawn?” rose to the tip of my chin and barely managed to come down.

Instead, I made a remark that was very thoughtful.

“That’s right. I wish all the doctors in the world were like you.”

“Hahaha! No, it should be like you. You know very well that I deeply respect you, right?”

“No, well… I still have a long way to go.”

“Hahaha! So humble! That’s why I strongly recommended you to the director.”

Liston stopped saying that and looked ahead.

Before we knew it, the carriage had left the complex roads of London and was running along a road that had become a little quieter.

This was possible in the first place because the hospital itself was located slightly outside of London.

It was only natural.

Anyway, the upper class doesn't have to go to the hospital, right?

It's not that I'm not sick, it's that the doctor is making house calls.

It's a time when there isn't really any medical equipment, and hospitals are seen as giant graveyards.

In addition, people were dying all the time, and the smell of rotting corpses from autopsies… … Hospitals were disgusting facilities, unlike in the 21st century.

“I see the Butcher’s Clinic over there.”

And then the truly disgusting facility started to come into view.

Even though it was quiet, London was expanding infinitely, so it looked like a proper part of the city.

There were still quite a few people coming and going, but the number was less than in the center.

Although his appearance looks quite shabby… … .

This is more like the middle of London, but it's not like it's any worse, so it's hard to compare.

“Is it there?”

Somewhere in the middle of them was a building that said Harry's Clinic.

To be honest, it looked more like a tavern than a hospital… … .

What can I do about the appearance?

It was a world where, just outside of London, there were still wandering sorcerers who would come running to offer cures.

Even in a place like that, if you say you were a doctor who worked in the heart of London, people would rush to you.

“There are quite a few people up ahead. That swindler.”

“Uh… … I shouldn’t kill you now.”

“Who said they would kill him?”

“Then why did you take out the knife?”

“Oh my gosh.”

As Liston watched the crowd of people, he unconsciously drew his sword and flinched.

Then he put the knife inside and sharpened it well.

I was wondering why he was putting that in his arms… … .

What can I do?

It's the mind of a man holding a knife.

“They’re all here, Professor.”

The coachman stopped the carriage right in front of the infirmary.

It was a carriage of a quality that was hard to find in this neighborhood. Perhaps it was because the carriage itself rarely stopped, but it caught the attention of those nearby.

Among them, there were definitely some looks that seemed like they were going to just throw it away.

However, the coachman didn't seem particularly worried.

I couldn't trust him because he was carrying only one pistol.

“Oh.”

“Let me take care of business.”

“Wow… … I guess that’s a gang leader… … .”

As soon as Liston got out of the carriage, more than half of the gazes that had been directed in his direction were turned away.

'also…….'

It was clear that if I hung out with this guy, I wouldn't have to worry about being treated unfairly.

Isn't the very act of creating something violent?

“The one next to me will be no joke either.”

“Ugh… … Qing Dynasty gang… … .”

In addition, just by being next to him, you could receive a buff that made your impression look fierce.

I deliberately looked around, and sure enough, as soon as my eyes met, everyone averted their eyes.

Boom bang.

So Liston pushed his way through the line of patients and knocked on the door of the treatment center.

“Hey, come out!”

He looked as if he had come to collect money he had borrowed.

I was wondering if the door would ever open… … .

A mess.

I heard the sound of glass breaking next to me.

"what?"

“It’s gone!”

“Why… why are you jumping out?”

“They must have killed a lot of people. They must have thought the patient’s guardian had come.”

"ah."

What the fu*k.

Well, isn't horseback riding one of the required subjects in medical school?

The patient died and was told to run away… … .