Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 127

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Did you say Harry the Butcher?

The kid just ran without asking any questions.

It seems that horseback riding wasn't the only subject taught in medical school.

Why is it so fast, shit.

Are you a track and field athlete?

“Haaak, haaak.”

Even though my breath is pounding, I can't stop…

First of all, surprisingly, I was the fastest among this group.

Are you crazy?

Me, huh?

I've never been good at sports in my past life…

Why is it so slow?

“Whew, whoosh.”

Well, it may seem a bit sinister that this group was formed anyway, but considering that it is a group of doctors, it may not be that surprising…

Still, Dr. Liston?

You have to be faster than this.

“What… What are you looking at?”

“No, it’s not.”

Isn't it?

Are you slow because your body is too heavy?

Yeah, let's say that guy is like that.

But shouldn't other guys not do this?

“Huh, huh. Save me… Save me!”

As I was thinking that and kicking my feet, I heard the scream, not a scream, of the butcher who was walking ahead.

Now I see that the reason that kid was able to be so fast was because he felt the threat of death.

If you think about it, it looks like that even though we haven't even seen each other's faces yet…

What kind of life have you lived that you can be so scared and run away just because someone says, "Come out."

“Plain!”

"huh?"

No matter how I looked at it, it didn't seem like it would be a good life.

First of all, isn't it unusual for a doctor to be given the nickname "Butcher"?

Moreover, it was becoming clear that today he would even take off his body parts.

How do you know?

I think I saw someone with red undergarments through the broken window earlier… … .

“Get out of the way!”

Anyway, I heard a shout from behind me and when I turned around, I saw our hope, Dr. Liston, picking up a rock that had fallen on the roadside.

It was such a huge stone that I wondered how anyone could have picked it up.

Is it a number rock?

It seemed like being strong and hitting well were two separate issues, but no matter what, it seemed obvious that I would be defeated in one hit if I got hit, so I dove to the side.

In the meantime, I think I stepped on some poop that was spread out on the side of the road… … .

Boohoo.

I didn't even care about that kind of thing.

“Ugh.”

and.

That thing flies and hits me.

Liston… … Shouldn’t you have been doing something like sports instead of being a doctor?

“Ugh… … Ugh.”

Anyway, Butcher Harry was still crawling away even after being hit in the back with a rock and falling down.

It seemed like he was certain that he would die if he was caught.

We just came here to tell you not to get your balls kicked… … .

“This guy has been running more.”

My group and I gathered around the guy who was crawling so desperately that I started to feel sorry for him.

At the forefront was, as expected, Liston.

“Huh… … ?”

Harry barely raised his head as the voice seemed familiar.

Then he stared at Liston's face for a long time and then started making strange sounds.

“Ugh… … Ugh. Ugh.”

“Did you accidentally hit your back with a rock earlier?”

Even to anyone who wasn't a doctor, he looked a little crazy, so Liston, who called himself a doctor, couldn't help but step in and grab his hair and shake it from side to side.

I don't think that would really help, but… … .

“You… you son of a bitch… you should’ve said your name! I… I’m…!”

“If you had lived as a proper doctor, you wouldn’t have had to run away like this, right?”

“You… … You… … !”

Harry couldn't continue speaking and fainted.

Somehow I thought I knew what he wanted to say.

Didn't you want to say something like "the enemy is the enemy"?

If you think about it… … .

Because no one in London has killed as many people as Liston.

Of course, it also saved many people’s lives… … .

This is a person who has performed surgeries with a mortality rate approaching 50%.

The argument was that playing Russian roulette would have a higher survival rate.

“Faint? Seeing a person’s face?”

Liston looked down at Harry, who had lost his mind, and then spoke to the coachman who was slowly approaching him.

“Let’s put this on.”

“Ah… … Yes, Professor. Are we going to… … the dissection room?”

“No, no. That’s a big deal! I’ll misunderstand!”

Liston exclaimed with a look of bewilderment that was rare for him.

As we looked around, I honestly wasn't too surprised if Liston went somewhere and picked up a body.

As long as you don't rob the graves, that'll be fine…

And doesn't this kid deserve to be hanged right now for talking nonsense?

Oh my god, you want to cure prostate enlargement… … .

“Then where to… … ?”

“Let’s go there first. That hospital. You’ve come a long way in a short while.”

Anyway, we put Harry in the carriage and walked along side him.

In the first place, it was a neighborhood where people riding carriages rarely came, and since there was a human butcher named Liston nearby, onlookers gathered, but they stayed far away.

In fact, the groom was not only a bit more neat than Liston, but he was also objectively quite impressive, and he had been showing off his gun since a while ago, so it was even more so.

As far as I know, if I did that I would be caught by the police, but it seems there was some kind of deal.

Well, it could be natural, given the close bond between Dr. Liston and the police these days.

Squeak.

Even if you run far, it's only within the same neighborhood.

I was able to enter Harry's treatment room in no time.

“Ah.”

“What is this… … .”

“It smells like dog.”

I really… … .

Did you believe that in the 19th century, all sorts of bad smells had been tempered?

No, it is true that it has been trained.

Even if you just hang around the dissection lab a few times, you'll naturally become stronger.

But the smell here seemed bothersome not only to me but even to native 19th century people.

That was to be expected, as not only were there strange grasses and herbs hanging on the walls, but there were also things that looked like animal entrails hanging carelessly.

'I don't think he ate it… … .'

Wasn't there a reason witch hunts took place in the Middle Ages?

If I entered the house of a guy like this, I would naturally think of the devil and such.

I was no exception.

Could it be that Harry Lee, the guy who pretends to be a quack doctor on the outside but is actually a Satanist?

“Let’s just lay it down over there.”

“Oh, yes.”

Despite being dazed by the smell, Liston used his incredible strength to lift Harry by himself and then carried him to what was probably the ward, where he placed him down somewhere.

bed…….

Yeah, this is a bed too.

There was a mattress on top of a roughly woven wooden board, which looked to have been filled with discarded clothes or sand.

It's not like we're consulting or anything… … .

When I saw it, it looked like even a perfectly healthy person would get sick if they were laid down here.

“Ahh… … .”

The texture was one thing, but the hygiene was the biggest problem.

Our hospital is a mess, so what about here?

It was difficult to even guess what color it originally was, but yellow and red liquid had been applied over it.

It's not the first time I've seen something like this, I see it almost every day, but every time I see it, I get curious.

Just… … Don’t you feel some kind of physiological aversion when you see things like this?

"hey."

Of course, I was the only one thinking about this in this situation.

Liston lifted a hand the size of a pot lid and without much hesitation slapped Harry across the face as he lay there.

If only I had been a little more careful there… … .

I can confidently say that he is dead.

“Ugh.”

“Did you castrate that patient?”

It actually looked like he wanted to kill me.

Liston asked Harry with a snarling expression.

He was pointing at the patient next to him with his chin, so it seemed like I hadn't seen him before.

The lower part is red… … .

And you look crazy… … .

“Castration! It’s a treatment for an enlarged prostate. Hey, put your fist down! Put it down… … No, put it down on my stomach… … Ugh.”

“Do you remove the body parts for prostate enlargement?”

“It wasn’t my idea! It was Dr. Ron’s idea! By the way, where is he now? He’s my soulmate… … .”

“Ron is dead.”

"her."

At Liston's words, fear began to well up on Harry's face.

It was worth it.

a little…….

It sounded like Liston had killed him.

Even I, who knew that he died of illness, heard it that way, so how scared would someone who didn't know the circumstances be?

“Why… why… … please, spare me.”

“What are you talking about? Professor Ron died at home.”

“Well, then spare me.”

“It’s not me, I just died of old age.”

“Oh, what is this for someone who isn’t even fifty… … .”

“Are there many people who live past their fifties?”

“Oh, that’s true.”

Harry nodded with a barely convinced expression, but with a look of fear on his face.

Then Liston turned to the patient he was pointing at with his chin.

“That… that’s right. He had his body parts removed. Don’t look at me like that! History proves it. I guarantee it. Now all the old people in London will come to me and have their body parts removed.”

“You’re going to become a eunuch?”

“It may seem that way! But I am convinced. Dr. Ron has finally saved us from the clutches of prostate enlargement. I don’t know why… … but anyway, the prostate is enlarged because of the body parts. People with injured body parts don’t have urinary symptoms.”

“Hmm… … .”

Liston looked back at me with a look on his face.

I felt somewhat persuaded.

That won't do… … .

If Liston starts cutting off body parts with the same skill he used to cut off limbs… … .

Could London become a paradise for gossips?

There was no way to push through with this reputation.

“Professor… … Even if that were true, would it make sense to cut off a healthy body part? You’re talking about historical examples, but if you look at eunuchs, you can see that they don’t have beards and their muscle development is even worse!”

“Ah. That’s true. But Doctor Pyeong. If there is a drastic improvement… … there will be quite a few patients who are hesitant. Oh, and by the way… … how many people did you get today?”

“All, five.”

“Look at this. It hasn’t even been proven yet, and even Harry, who is famous for selling quacks, said it, and there are already five.”

"under……."

Aren't people in this day and age overly courageous?

What makes you come here to cut it?

No, first of all, it looks like the old man next to me is going to pass away now… … .

I feel like I'm going to pee before I go.

'But… … What can we do? Times like these.'

Aren't we living in an age where death is so close?

Besides, there must have been many people who thought that it would be better to die than to live like this.

In fact, in some cases, due to an enlarged prostate, urine builds up and becomes very painful.

'I… … the fu*k… … will take responsibility for the surgery… … I… … .'

Although it is not urology… … .

Wouldn't it be better than these guys?

We need to show that humanity has not wasted 200 years.

“Professor, no, brother. I’ll try to come up with a new surgical method. Just put a stop to this madness in the meantime.”