Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 135

Episode 135 Finally Surgery [1]

How did that day's conversation end? … .

To cut to the chase, Harry was put in prison for now.

He was locked up for the crime of removing something very precious to Sir Jamie without even giving a proper explanation.

Considering that this was a time when the concept of medical accidents did not even exist, this was truly a remarkable feat.

Aren't we living in a time when it makes sense to say, "I didn't even try to kill someone on purpose, so what do you want me to do about them dying?"

Of course, there is no way to avoid private sanctions, so some medical schools teach not only horseback riding, but even fencing… … .

“How are things going?”

Anyway, I learned that day that nobles are indeed an exception.

Oh, what happened to Hugh?

The guy turned out really well.

Sir Damien was even awarded a prize for his courage in testifying.

It would be difficult to completely escape the slums, but at any rate, as long as he didn't squander his money on alcohol and gambling, he could live for a few months without worrying about money.

“Oh, brother. You’re here?”

“Oh, yes. I was worried. Sir Damien… … He’s even bigger than Sir Jamie.”

Could it be because Dr. Liston and I have each had our own experience of crossing the line?

It's become stronger than before.

Well, well… … .

Didn't they break into a nobleman's house and cause a ruckus?

If it hadn't ended well, it would have become an anatomy textbook.

People say that Sir Damien is a big shot, but if Sir Jamie is in a hurry, he can take down two regular people in one fell swoop.

'Well… … When I think about it, Nana Liston and other famous people weren't exactly like that… … ?'

Anyway, from that day on, I was focused on the surgery.

As for what kind of surgery it was, it was, of course, surgery for benign prostatic hyperplasia.

It wasn't just that Sir Damien had to have surgery.

Harry was locked up in prison, but… … .

As you all know, this is London, right?

This is a place where all kinds of troublemakers run rampant, and this time was no exception.

In fact, testicular removal is not a technique that requires such a difficult skill, and since it is a technique that was already popular on animals, it seems that those who were engaged in it were much better at it.

There are also tools… … .

“We have to do better. Those damn kids are still out there somewhere, getting their balls kicked. This is a big problem, seriously.”

“That’s what I mean. We have to catch and kill them all… … But since it’s something that happens in the shadows, we can’t do that. No, Sir Damien even published an article in the newspaper, so why are you cutting it?”

"what……."

Isn't it true that newspapers are only accessible to those with money and the ability to read?

In 21st century South Korea, the absolute illiteracy rate is almost 0, so it may seem a bit strange to not know how to write…

This place, London, was a den of demons.

The point was that it was a place overflowing with people who had not received any education at all, let alone a proper education.

“Because I don’t know. I’m cutting it because I don’t know. It’s uncomfortable for now, but I heard it’ll get better… … .”

Even strange rumors were circulating.

They say that if you eat the severed body parts, your stamina will improve or something… … .

I heard that there are already dealers selling it to nobles at high prices… … .

Even though Liston had already caught one and was in a hurry, the person who was interested in buying it was Sir Jamie.

“There are kids who buy it and eat it… … and there are also kids who say they’ve learned enough to learn it… … .”

Liston sighed deeply as he thought about it.

Wouldn't it be a shame if the pursuit was cut off right there because a noble was involved?

Given this, I had to quickly come up with a safe and effective surgery.

To do this, several prerequisites were necessary, the most important of which was the mechanism.

And today.

Finally… … I was able to welcome these beasts.

“Why are you doing this too… … Don’t look at me with such strange eyes.”

“Did I do that?”

“That’s right.”

“Anyway… … This needs to be experimented on.”

Just because it was an experiment doesn't mean I was going to open up my prostate or something.

That should have been done to the corpse first.

If I had had a similar surgery before, I don't know…

Unfortunately, this is my first time undergoing surgery like this.

By the way, this rubber tube was the problem.

This was because putting it in a corpse was of no use.

'You have to make sure that it goes in with some elasticity… … and that the urine inside actually comes out.'

I looked into the three rubber tubes the old man had given me.

All three were the same size.

And it was pretty stiff… … .

Just by touching it, I couldn't tell if it was as stiff as the one I was used to.

“It’s an experiment.”

Liston was indeed a smart man.

He took a slight step back as if he sensed something ominous.

In contrast, my three disciples and close friends were looking at me with dumbfounded faces.

Actually, I don't think I'll ever do this kind of surgery again, but since I don't know how to do it, I had to learn something.

No, I don't know if I became interested because this incident made me realize that this market is not easy either.

'Senior… …Senior will probably do this… … .'

I looked at Alfred among them and asked.

“When did you all urinate?”

To someone who didn't know the inside story, this might seem like a question that made no sense.

The three of them couldn't even lie.

It just seemed like he was answering honestly.

No, rather, it seems like he just doesn't have any particular thoughts.

“Me about two hours?”

“I just got back from work.”

“I… … didn’t see it in the morning.”

Could it be fate?

Alfred is the oldest.

That meant that the accumulated urine would be the largest.

“Okay, then let’s lie down here.”

“Huh… … ? Why… … Why why?”

“Put this in and try it.”

“Put it in? What? Where? Where? Ugh.”

Only then did Alfred feel uneasy and start to thrash about, but wasn't Liston there?

Since Joseph was also a big guy, Alfred was dragged away helplessly and had to lie down.

The only good thing was that since it was my lab, the bed was clean.

“It’s okay. I told you it’s okay.”

“No… … This fu*king dog… … Why. Why!”

I felt a little sorry, so I said it while looking at only the lower body instead of the face.

Everyone did that.

Liston was already pressing Alfred's face against his stomach and pulling down his trousers.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Then, instead of screaming, a strange sound came out, which was much better.

You keep screaming, so doesn't it seem like you're doing something bad?

What the heck, Colin even pulled out his teeth for the advancement of medicine.

Compared to that, what is this… … .

'It's smooth. Fortunately… …it won't hurt.'

Instead of a lubricant, I spread a thinned version of agar, which was previously used as a pseudo-penicillin medium.

Since it was heated over a fire and made soft, and then scooped up with a clean spoon before it completely hardened, it was unlikely to cause inflammation or anything.

'It won't happen, right…?'

It shouldn't happen.

Lord… … .

I said a prayer, then picked up the rubber tube that seemed most promising and pulled at Alfred's precious thing with my gloved hands.

“Okay, let’s go in. It feels like… … .”

How did it feel?

“It would be like X.”

"crazy!"

Without realizing it, I just recited the truth and stuffed it in.

'oh.'

Luckily, it went in smoothly.

I was honestly a bit worried because I only did this during my internship and didn't do it afterwards…

They say that the skills you learn during an internship are like riding a bicycle, and you don't forget them even after a long time, and it really is true.

"oh."

"and."

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

“Ugh.”

While everyone was surprised, I groaned a little strangely, but I pushed it in without any trouble.

There was a brief moment of resistance, but Alfred was not yet old enough for his prostate to be a problem, so he was able to quickly get it through and into his bladder.

Line by line.

Then, regardless of Alfred's will, urine began to flow out through the rubber tube.

“Eww!”

A scream came out with a slightly different feeling than before, as if shame was seeping out as well.

“Good.”

“This works.”

“It’s amazing… … .”

“Shouldn’t this be preserved in a drawing?”

“You crazy kids!”

The medical students looked down at the scene with faces full of interest.

Colin even talked about painting, which made sense when I thought about it.

'In the history of medicine… isn't this the first time a catheter was made?'

This is a historic moment, that's what I'm saying… … .

A feeling of regret welled up in me.

Colin was a little too much, and asked if he could lie down one more time because he was going to get angry later, and then got slapped in the face.

"senior."

“What the heck is this son of a bitch.”

“Thanks to this, human knowledge has advanced.”

“My reputation has deteriorated… … .”

“It’s just between us, you know.”

"you……."

“Oh, oh. That lifesaver.”

"ha……."

Actually, I almost got hit, but I was able to get over it because it was a lifesaver.

It's a good thing he's a good person.

“Would you like to try this too?”

Liston picked up the hot prostate removal tool the blacksmith had just sent him, with a look of approval on his face as if he was going to do this too.

Even Alfred, who was in a state of rage, was able to control his anger when facing Liston, so he was filled with fear rather than anger.

“No, you can’t. That’s… … Please, spare me.”

“Huh? No. This could cause damage.”

“Oh, I see.”

“What kind of a jerk is that! If you buy a knife, will you cut off other people’s arms and legs?”

“I usually do. Oh, the patient’s limbs. Don’t get me wrong.”

Damn, I'm surprised.

I'm some kind of Japanese blacksmith again.

They made a knife and cut a person to see if it was sharp enough.

anyway.

I went straight to the dissection lab and practiced on a corpse.

It is inevitable that this will not be an easy process… … .

The surgery will be done internally, but to make sure it's really safe, shouldn't we also look at it from the outside?

So I almost dismantled the corpse's pelvic region, exposed the prostate to the outside, and turned the resection tool from the inside.

"phew……."

“What the hell is this?”

“It was a success.”

“What achievements.”

“I really tried my best to turn it around inside?”

"however?"

“There’s not a single wound outside. At least… … there’s no chance of injuring other organs, right?”

“Ah… … So it had such a deep meaning… … .”

This is a sight that cannot help but be horrifying, and if you don't know what's going on, you can't help but wonder what the hell it is. So, not only Liston, but also his disciples who had come to assist had faces like dogs.

But after hearing my subsequent explanation, everyone nodded with impressed expressions on their faces.

Haha.

Rubber tube, check.

Moderator, check.

“Now let’s meet the patients.”

“Yes. Sir Damien took charge and decided to send about ten people.”

“Yes. But is this really a patient? I’m a little worried since they’re sending me here for practice.”

“You’re sending a living person? He’s not that bad. Didn’t he even give you a knight?”

"but……."

Now all that remains is practice.