Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 136

Episode 136 Finally Surgery [2]

Now that I think about it, Sir Damien was a very high-ranking man.

So much so that when I did the anatomy show, I was sitting on the second floor of the opera house, almost directly behind the Prime Minister.

So that's why… … .

“Are you saying these are all people sent by Lord Damien?”

“Yeah. That’s a lot, hmm.”

“These are all patients, right?”

“I guess so. Maybe… … ?”

“I see… … I saw you before.”

I pointed toward the dissection lab.

Because I was so busy, I placed the operating room and the dissection lab quite far apart, so the place I was pointing to now was not the dissection lab, but a certain part of the hospital. But in this situation, there was only one place I could point to.

Liston also noticed right away that he was lacking in knowledge but not in intelligence.

Anyway, the two of us briefly recalled the horrors of the surgeries I had performed in the dissection lab.

"eww."

It was a sight so horrible that even Liston, not to mention me, would momentarily cringe.

“You can’t do that to someone who isn’t even a patient.”

There was another reason.

'If you're not a patient… … your prostate is small. Then… … .'

A large prostate is obviously not a good thing for the patient.

Isn't benign prostatic hyperplasia cancer?

It's not that it destroys the surroundings, but it presses on them and causes symptoms…

Naturally, the bigger it was, the greater the chance it would cause symptoms.

Of course, medicine is about statistics, and since each human body is so different, it's impossible to talk about it in a general way…

'Then my device might be eating something other than the prostate… … .'

If it was outside, it meant the organs inside the rest of the abdominal cavity.

To gnaw on it would mean that someone would die in front of my eyes… … .

It was no different from killing him with my own hands.

'The problem is that there is only one way to check.'

If it were the 21st century, it would be possible to see it with a prostate ultrasound, but would that be possible here?

I had to put a gloved finger into my anus and press through my rectum.

'I'm not fully proficient yet… … .'

I looked down at my fingers with a disgusted expression on my face.

As I was doing that, I felt some unpleasant gaze coming from me, so I turned my head and saw my disciples.

'Wow… … He's about to kill someone.'

It really felt like if there was a knife or an axe in front of me right now, I would hit it in the head right away.

It wasn't that I didn't understand.

-what?

I remembered Joseph's face as he asked me again, as if he didn't understand what I was saying at all.

The guy really had a look on his face like, what the hell is this kid talking about?

-What did you just… say?

Even Colin, who had always been very polite to me after I was appointed as a professor, started to frown.

Well… … I guess that's what I had to do in a situation where I didn't know anything.

No, even if I knew it, I still wouldn't be angry.

I was also a student trainee once.

Of course, in the 21st century, an accurate diagnosis can be made with ultrasound, but you can't just put that big thing in, so in reality, a digital rectal examination is a screening test, so I focused on that when I was training.

It was the same back then, but since there is no ultrasound here, wouldn't it be essential?

So I told them to stand with their butts exposed and their hands against the wall, and they were these assholes.

-Doctor.

-Hmm. I guess it's a must.

-Even if you are a doctor… … Hey, that knife. Put it down… … No, I’m not telling you to raise your fist… … .

Of course, minor rebellions were of little significance.

Once Liston steps forward, isn't there anyone who can't be physically persuaded?

It would be the same even if they were violent criminals, so what could a mere medical student do?

-Yeah, you little shi*s. I can peel a pepper, so what's the big deal about peeling an ass?

Besides, Alfred was there too.

He personally peeled peppers and became the first person in human history to insert a catheter… … .

He was a guy who could truly be called the epitome of a self-sacrificing person.

-Then let’s go now… … .

-Ugh, ugh.

-Eww.

So I could feel their prostates.

Since they were all young and not just asymptomatic, I was able to get a feel for what a small prostate looked like.

If I could, I would have liked to touch Dr. Liston, who seemed to be somewhere in the middle… … .

-Why are you looking at me?

I felt like I would really get lost if I looked any further, so I looked at Professor Blundell instead.

Blundell glared at me too, but it was no use.

In the old days, even a face as big as Blundell's would have been scary…

Now, I have become stronger for a long time, so I can't even flinch at Blundell's level.

-Okay, you try it.

-Ah… …These little bastards.

Anyway, with Liston's help, I was able to get my hands on Blundell's too.

'Yeah, that's what it felt like.'

Blundell doesn't have any symptoms either.

I asked in detail just in case, and it definitely seemed okay.

Still, he was bigger than the kids, and I wasn't judging by his age, but I could really feel the difference.

'Roughly… let's set the standard at twice that.'

Hold on… … .

Once the effects were seen, it would be easy to promote it.

'Let's go safely, safely… … .'

What if I get greedy and something goes wrong?

First of all, it would be unfortunate for the patient as an individual, but it was also clear that my mental health would be shattered.

But the biggest thing is… … .

'Everyone's balls are being torn off… … .'

A giant turd born from Butcher Harry… … .

Because of someone's great sacrifice, information had spread among the upper class that it would never be done again, but because of the desperate control of information by Sir Jamie, who had already become that way, interest in the body part removal surgery was still skyrocketing among the general public.

Fortunately, it's not really happening in earnest, thanks to Brother Liston holding on to some prominent vets…

Still, I liked the idea of giving it a shot here.

“Hello, Doctor Piyoung. I heard you’re going to perform a great surgery today.”

“Yes… yes, hello. This is Dr. Pyeong. Today, I will be presenting the surgery that I developed together with Dr. Liston.”

“Are you really looking forward to this?”

If I were to blow it, I intended to blow it really big.

I was trying to get the director to come and do something, but I ended up calling in a few reporters.

No matter how much the director said he would do, if it were like before, there would have been no one who would come if I asked, but now it seemed like my position had changed a bit.

First of all, you are a professor.

In addition, he is the one who invited celebrities to the anatomy show… … .

“Is that the man who discovered anesthetic gas along with Dr. Liston?”

“So that’s what happened… … Doctor Piyoung? I heard he even cured syphilis.”

“Syphilis? Does that make sense? It would be better to say that you cured malaria.”

“That’s what they say… … And it’s not like it’s completely untrue. In fact, the police say they send patients they know over there.”

“Really? Hmm.”

“Why? Oh, I see you’re losing your hair. Is it possible?”

“No, that’s not true!”

I looked back at the reporters wearing hats that I had temporarily removed indoors to hide my hair loss, which is also a symptom of syphilis.

As the people say, I have accomplished quite a few things.

Besides that, huh?

Willow we put in water, in condoms, and even in fantasy pain… … .

In fact, it would not be an exaggeration to say that 19th century London owed me a lot.

“First of all, the problem is that we are doing the surgery without any preparation. First, we are asking the patients to come in… … But do you plan on staying in here the whole time?”

Of course, I didn't have the courage to say something like that so easily, so I said something completely different.

Shouldn't we see the patient first?

The problem was that this was a lecture room, not a regular clinic.

No, this was a common occurrence by 19th century standards, so even if we let it slide, the form of treatment was the problem.

I have to expose the patient's buttocks and insert my finger… … .

“Of course.”

“Journalists must always report accurate facts.”

I asked because I was hesitant to show it to the general public, and I received a firm answer.

But I decided to ask one more time because I couldn't give up at once.

“This might be a bit of a gruesome sight.”

“Haha! Our reporters are the ones who follow us to the battlefield!”

It didn't help much.

Come to think of it, aren't there also war correspondents?

For those people, following them to the examination room would have been nothing at all.

“Okay. Then… … .”

This would have been unthinkable in the 21st century.

A physical exam in front of everyone.

But at that time, the perception of human rights was quite distorted, so there was nothing we could do.

Above all, if you look closely… … .

'Sir Damien… … That gentleman is here.'

A powerful man, a nobleman of high status, and the person who commissioned the surgery sat among the reporters.

If you think about it, it was only natural.

You must be curious.

Because it is a treatment and surgery that you will soon receive.

“Okay… … If you’re already here, everyone, please lower your pants.”

"huh?"

"what?"

I've said it time and time again, but the way the working class was treated in the 19th century was beyond imagination.

Some people were even whipped.

Those crazy guys… … .

If you look closely, they're not slaves, they're workers, so why are you beating them like that?

In other words, these are people who are very, very used to being treated carelessly… … .

“Take off your pants.”

"no……."

“What is this?”

Still, everyone was a bit surprised by what I said.

Of course, I was surprised, but since they were people who had suffered so much and had even received money from Sir Damien, I was only surprised for a moment.

In the end, everyone got off without much resistance, with only a slight difference in the degree of grumbling.

“Ugh, ugh. This crazy guy?”

As expected, there was resistance when I inserted my gloved finger.

Even when a complete stranger, or someone they know, said that they were doing this for the advancement of medicine, there was resistance from medical students, so I guess this is inevitable.

“Hush. Stay still.”

"eww."

The fact that something was inevitable meant that it was something that was expected.

So I took the police, no, Dr. Liston with me.

When this gentleman said 'wet', everyone groaned instead of swearing.

Thanks to that, I was able to continue the examination without any problems.

"no……."

“What the heck is that… … .”

“What are you doing?”

That's what the inspectors said, but the reporters were another story.

They looked at what I was doing, saying, "Oh my, oh my."

Of these, the one who showed the most intense reaction was, of course, Sir Damien.

'Just wait a minute… … .'

I finished the inspection of a group of ten people while deliberately listening to the criticism.

As a result, we were able to identify four patients, which is more than twice the number of Blundells.

“This way. Okay… … The symptoms are very severe, right?”

“Oh, yes. I’m really dying.”

“Compared to that, you came here without any symptoms. Even if the money was good, this surgery is so scary.”

At the same time, two people smaller than Blundell were found.

“No, how do I do this… … .”

“Do you think I would do this test for nothing?”

While everyone was surprised for another reason, I said with a confident face.

His gaze was directed towards Sir Damien.

As expected, he had a rather satisfied look on his face.