Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 137

Episode 137 Finally Surgery [3]

As a result of conducting a rectal examination on 30 subjects, which is 3 trillion people, I was able to select a total of 8 people who I thought would at least not cause accidents if I had the surgery.

Among the remaining people, there were as many as 10 people who did not seem to have any real symptoms at all.

It was once again a moment when I realized what welfare in 19th century London was like.

Of course, that's just my opinion… … .

“Hey! Why can’t I!”

Just looking at his face, I could see that he was too young to have any prostate problems, screaming.

It was aimed right at me… … .

If I had been alone, it would have been so scary, but not now.

“Are there any complaints?”

“No… … that.”

This was because there was Liston, who had the appearance of admitting a mistake right away even if he had done nothing wrong.

This time was no exception, and some of the malcontents were simply kicked out.

Of course, there were some who resisted without being noticed so as not to be dragged out easily, but at the same time, so as not to look bad to Liston, but they were mercilessly driven out by the private soldiers led by Sir Damien.

“So are these eight people suitable for surgery?”

A total of eight patients were left inside the classroom.

They all looked old and tired.

At the same time, a faint smell of urine wafted from the clothes he was wearing.

The wealthy may be able to mask their body odor with perfume, but for these people, perfume is literally a luxury item.

For those who had no idea how to make a living, nostalgia was a ridiculous thing.

“Yes, we will be performing surgery on these eight people.”

“Well… … there are still more than I expected. These people definitely seem to have more severe symptoms.”

Reporters asked me this question directly, but they talked to each other more.

But since I had no intention of hiding anything, all the conversations were relayed to me in their entirety.

“I was wondering what the hell was going on… … .”

“There are records showing that the size of the prostate can be measured in that way. It’s knowledge that has been around for a very long time.”

“But is that size also the deciding factor in whether or not to have surgery…?”

“I think it would be right to just do it if you say it’s uncomfortable… … Well, it’s something the surgeon will take care of.”

It wasn't a productive conversation.

It could only be seen as a further recognition of one of the limitations of this period.

'Yeah… … There is no such thing as surgical indication.'

It's something the surgeon will take care of.

In some ways, these words could be seen as a sign of trust, but at least when viewed in the context of the times, they were truly scary words.

Doesn't that mean you'll do whatever you want?

In reality, there was no standard treatment or anything established.

It was common for surgeons to simply perform whatever surgery they wanted.

Of course, that would slightly increase the possibility of a new surgical technique being developed, but it would be far more likely that an accident would just go crazy.

'Let's fix that little by little.'

Today I found one thing to improve.

There are so many that it's a problem…

Anyway, I put the things I had to do later in a corner of my mind and called the patient who had come in first.

“Have you been fasting?”

“Ah… … Yes. But why on earth… … I’m so hungry… … .”

As with everyone else, the first person to be called was a really old man.

Even taking into account the fact that people in the 19th century tend to look older, this gentleman looked older than he actually was.

He looked over 80.

No… … It feels like you just got out of a coffin?

“Did you do it?”

“Uh huh. Well… … I didn’t eat it though.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

It was wrong to nag at such a person, and it was also wrong to punish him too thoroughly.

‘If it had been any other surgery… … If it had been a stomach-thumping surgery, I would have been admitted to the hospital and starved… … But this isn’t like that.’

Luckily, that's what it is, right?

It's prostate surgery… … .

In fact, as long as there are no accidents, it is a surgery that does not involve touching anything else.

Besides, I have been quite conservative in selecting patients, and I had no intention of being greedy while performing the surgery.

'Fortunately, the anesthetic gas has not yet been found to have any confirmed side effects such as vomiting.'

what…….

We haven't tried it yet, so in medical terms, the n number is not enough to say that it will never happen…

I saw it on the news a long time ago.

I think there was an article about anesthesia gas being used in Korea, but it didn't seem like it would be terribly dangerous.

Even if I ate it anyway, I don't think I ate much.

‘It must be tough… … This is a real mess.’

I didn't think I could live long like this.

There's a saying that exercise is half the battle.

This means that eating well is really important, and it is especially so for the elderly.

'Well, for now, it's a good thing.'

While I was arguing over a patient, my assistants, Joseph, Alfred, and Colin, brought in the surgical instruments that had been boiled and sterilized.

Since the operating table was placed inside, heavy objects were not moved in and out.

However, it might feel a bit bothersome to have to repeat that every time you have surgery.

Of course… … .

Sterilization and disinfection are very unfamiliar concepts to people these days.

'If the professor is being rude, then I'll be rude. This is power… '

But I'm a professor and they're students, right?

Even in the 21st century, the power gap between professors and students in medical schools is enormous, and it's even worse here.

I had no choice but to do so, since I had to consider my medical license as being half in my hands.

Charruk.

The surgical tools were placed next to the operating table.

Then the reporters came over with very interested looks on their faces.

It wasn't that I didn't understand it at all.

Because you won't see these devices anywhere else.

but…….

“Hoo… … .”

“This is… … .”

“You must never touch it.”

“It’s tricky.”

“It’s not that it’s difficult… … .”

“Ah, I see. It’s probably some kind of jinx.”

Jinx is bullshit.

I boiled it all, so if you touch it, you'll have to boil it again.

Besides, boiling alone doesn't actually sterilize 100%…

'Let's calm down… … and breathe.'

I lost my composure for a moment at the reporters' thoughtless behavior, but then took a deep breath and came to my senses.

Shouldn't we get our mentality together?

The body parts of countless Londoners were hanging on my shoulders.

Plus my reputation.

I would not want an accident to happen to Queen Victoria, or rather, a princess, when she is on the verge of becoming my guardian.

'Honestly, it's a time when people probably wouldn't care much even if one or two people were killed… … .'

Just because the times are like that doesn't mean I have to be like that too.

“Patient, please lie down over there.”

“Uh… … Yes, yes.”

The patient looked at my face and then back at Sir Damien.

Then Sir Damien nodded, and only then did the patient lie down on the operating table as I said.

I briefly wondered how much money I would be paid to undergo a new surgery from a doctor I had never heard of, but I shook my head to collect my thoughts.

“Should I put it to sleep first?”

“Oh, yes.”

At my words, Colin moved quickly and placed the mask over the nose and mouth of the patient who was lying down.

I don't think I mentioned it, but there have been some improvements to the mask as well.

While making a catheter, I asked a chemist to make something like this since I was already touching rubber, and he came back with something similar.

Even though it was a primitive form compared to what I was used to, at least I could avoid the unfortunate incident of people next to me being anesthetized as well.

“Ugh.”

Anyway, the patient soon lost consciousness.

Looking at the way he passed, it definitely seemed like there was some difference between him and younger people.

‘I guess I can’t drag this out for too long… … .’

If you do that over and over again, you'll end up with a corpse with its prostate scratched from the inside.

I'm not joking, for real…

“Let’s take position.”

"yes."

Anyway, I took off my pants with the help of Joseph and Alfred, who had become skilled assistants through practicing on corpses and their own bodies several times.

Then, the patient's legs were spread apart and fixed on both sides.

The sight I particularly wanted to see didn't unfold before my eyes.

No, I guess it would be more correct to say that it's a sight I've never wanted to see in my life?

But medically, this was correct.

The most important thing in surgery is… … .

Because it's a sight.

“First, let’s disinfect… … Bring some alcohol.”

"yes."

Originally, I was going to sprinkle lime chloride, but I accepted Alfred's opinion that it would hurt my hands and I would not want to touch a more sensitive area.

'Is alcohol okay?'

I don't know.

I thought it would be better than lime chloride, so I cleaned the patient's surgical site with a cotton swab soaked in alcohol.

And then he shaved his head too.

“No, what the heck is this?”

“Why would you do something like that?”

Why does it seem like his ugly appearance is only getting uglier and uglier…?

It wasn't just me who felt that way, the reporters behind me started to stir.

'Stupid things.'

Originally, I wasn't the type of person with such a strong sense of superiority…

I guess I'll have to make an exception this time.

No, really, this is all for disinfection and cleanliness… … .

No matter how well you brush the hair, there's always going to be something there.

Besides, it doesn't seem like this gentleman would brush his teeth regularly.

What he meant was, you never know what kind of fungus or virus might be growing there.

“Urine line.”

"yes."

Anyway, after I finished disinfecting everything, I pulled my penis tightly with my gloved hands to make it taut, and slowly inserted the urine catheter that was mixed with the chemist's sweat and Alfred's blood and tears.

“I wonder if I could have done it under anesthesia… ….”

“Quiet.”

"under."

There was a brief groan from Alfred in the middle, but I ignored it and just kept going.

"hmm!"

Then, I reached a point where I felt a lot of resistance in the middle.

‘Indeed… … this is the prostate of an old man… … a prostate with benign prostatic hyperplasia!’

It was definitely different.

All three rubber materials worked well, but it was a stroke of genius to use the hardest material just in case.

If not, it would have definitely broken here.

Even now, it's just…

"bout!"

I pushed in with a yelp and the rubber tube went further in with a feeling of something being pierced.

Gulp gulp.

Then, the urine that was inside, that is, inside the bladder, which was blocked by the prostate, poured out onto the floor.

‘Ah, I should have put the bowl down… … .’

I didn't know that the original catheter had a pocket attached to it.

Since the classroom floor was made of wood, the musty smell lingered for a long time.

Who is mainly here… … .

Oh, Liston.

“What the hell.”

When I looked back, Liston was glaring at me with the most frightening face I've ever seen.

I quickly turned my gaze back to the patient, as I felt that if I continued to watch, it would be difficult for him to survive, let alone undergo surgery.

Then, when he felt that enough urine had been drained, he removed the catheter and inserted his secret weapon, the prostate crusher.

“Oh.”

"cadet."

Amidst the uproar of reporters, the organization stormed inside and took its place.

'Okay… I can… … .'

I calmed my mind amidst all the commotion.