Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 138

Episode 138 Finally Surgery [4]

It wasn't just me who had made up my mind.

"after."

Dr. Liston did the same.

He looked nervous, which was unusual for him.

No, rather than a nervous look… … .

"Shit."

It was right to see that he was trembling with anger.

I was so nervous that it felt strange to be trembling.

"older brother?"

“Ah… … I’m going.”

But what can I do?

From now on, everything that happens will be said to have been brought upon by Liston.

'Well… … It feels like it proves that I'm a genius, doesn't it?'

I was really surprised to hear this from Liston.

I was so surprised… … .

Even if you say that you have been doing surgery almost your entire life, that is, you have been a surgeon your entire life, isn't it still 19th century surgery?

There is no way I have ever had a surgery in the sense that we normally think of when we think of surgery.

So the things we value… … .

There was no way to know things like sight or touch, that's what I was saying.

But surprisingly, our Dr. Liston came up with a way to monitor the surgical site using touch.

"ha."

I'll say it again because it's fancy, but 'surgical site monitoring using touch' sounds fancy, but the method isn't fancy.

Liston checked his gloved hands several times, then moved close to me and inserted his finger into the patient's anus.

Then he fumbled with his index finger and nodded with a very angry face.

“I would like to do that.”

"yes."

It meant that he had succeeded in groping the prostate.

In fact, in this patient's case, the prostate was so large that he could feel it just by inserting it, so it wasn't a big deal.

What was really great was the concept he came up with.

'Surely… … this guy would have done anything if he had been born in the 21st century.'

It was a moment when I could feel deep in my bones that the reason these people looked funny was simply because of the limitations of the times, not because of the superiority or inferiority of each individual.

If this method could be improved a little more, it would probably be possible to perform surgery on smaller tumors, but those that still have clear symptoms.

“If it seems to be getting thinner, please let me know.”

“Okay. You want to hurry up? You cleaned it earlier, right? I cleaned it, so why does it smell?”

Well… … .

Because you put your finger in my anus?

Because this is an era where there is no such thing as a manager?

So, that's what I meant, you have to be more careful.

“Anyway… … Please tell me. It’s much more important not to cause an accident.”

“Oh, I got it!”

"yes yes."

Liston was shouting in anger, but… … .

Like it or not, I was the one holding the knife.

In the operating room, the surgeon is king.

As a king, he had to remain calm.

And I have long since reached a level of proficiency, if not mastery, in this regard.

“Hoooo… … .”

If you're not careful, the patient could die.

Why haven't there been cases where people died from sepsis due to fecal contamination during prostate surgery?

Usually, thinking about this would make me nervous, but I could feel my pounding heart slowly calming down.

It's not because I'm crazy… … .

Because every surgeon has to live with the feeling of walking on a knife's edge, you have to get used to it.

Knock knock.

As soon as I felt completely ready, I started moving the apparatus slowly.

Moving wasn't something grandiose, but it meant moving the blade part back and forth inside the device.

It was still a very primitive form of movement, but it felt like moving a syringe back and forth.

'Ahh… … It's hard… … .'

Because each time it was moved back and forth, a tiny piece of prostate tissue the size of a fingernail was torn off, the surgery had to be done at least 100 times.

It was difficult to move back and forth, and because the device was small, it even looked cramped at first glance.

-Can't you just cut it into big pieces?

Can you imagine how much of a pain that must have felt to Liston, who usually cuts off people's limbs on the road?

Naturally, he shook his head and spoke to me.

-If you cut it into big pieces and cut it all the way to the rectum, the patient will die.

-why?

So I gave a very reasonable answer… … .

I was able to hear the answer to why.

Why… … .

When your workplace explodes, you start to shit… … .

'Ah, at this time, there is no concept of infectious agents.'

I started to think that I had to do something about this.

We need to solve it by saying that poop has bad energy or something… … .

Of course, it was a bit embarrassing for me, a person who had been baptized in 21st century modern science, to talk about energy.

So I was thinking about just making a microscope, but when I thought about doing physics, my eyes suddenly went dark and I started feeling dizzy, so I decided to talk about energy.

-What good would come from having a shit leak out? … If I were to sew it up, I'd have to open up my stomach.

-Ah, you shouldn't open the stomach.

Fortunately, people still thought of ships as almost superstitious and ominous.

It's a headache to consider that this is a concept that will have to be destroyed someday… … .

Whatever it was, it was fortunate that I could continue to use this stuffy but safe device.

Knock knock.

That's true, but when I actually started doing it, it was really hard and boring.

It's like manually rotating it 360 degrees and cutting the prostate into fingernail-sized pieces…

Since this isn't something you do with an endoscope, I sometimes wonder what I'm doing.

Fortunately, I was already confident in anatomy, and since this was my first surgery, I had been practicing and had recently gained more knowledge, so I was able to imagine it in 3D. Otherwise, I would have fallen asleep.

“No… … What kind of boring surgery is this?”

“What are you doing, that… … If you’re a man… … .”

“Wasn’t it Liston-ryu? Where’s the knife?”

“I have never seen such a timid surgery in my life.”

To me, it seemed really boring to outsiders like reporters.

Even so, Listonryu… … .

Don't just carelessly use the word 'ryu' (流)…

Swords like that are nothing more than ancient relics that should disappear… … .

And what a timid surgery.

uh?

In the first place, it's best not to cut yourself.

You should give up the idea of doing surgery lightly… … .

“Plain.”

"ah."

“It feels thinner. It definitely has become thinner.”

As I was cutting while lost in thought, Liston said to me.

I was pressing my index finger forward while putting it inside my workplace.

Then, the pressure was fully transmitted to my hand holding the device.

At this point… … you could definitely see that it had gotten thinner.

Of course, that wasn't enough, so I tried moving the entire device back and forth slightly.

“Oh… … There’s definitely almost no pressure.”

“Okay. Then can I leave?”

"yes."

"flaw."

As soon as I gave permission, Liston immediately withdrew his gloved hand.

Then I threw my gloves, but they fell right where the patient's urine had poured in.

“What the hell… … .”

He picked up his gloves with a face that made it seem like he would have immediately said, “F*ck, f*ck,” if he had known the curse word “F*ck.”

Then, his index finger touched the water and he headed towards the place where the water was poured with a face that literally looked like an evil spirit.

“Damn… how many… how many are left?”

“Seven people.”

"under."

Then he kept swearing and wiping his gloves and hands.

When I told him to wipe, he didn't, but when I got poop on it, he wiped it automatically.

I was wondering for a moment if I could use this, but… … .

I gave up because I thought that among the 19th century doctors, there must have been some who would just roughly wipe off shit and touch the patient.

Mulberry.

With that thought in mind, I pulled out the device and inserted a catheter in its place.

This wasn't an easy task either.

If it was a problem before because it was narrow, it is now a problem because it has widened.

If the direction was wrong, you could turn inside.

of course…….

I was soon able to place the catheter inside my bladder, as a wider one was obviously easier to insert than a narrow one.

“This absolutely, absolutely must not be pulled out.”

"huh."

“What are you going to do, tie it up?”

okay.

yes.

I looked at the leather straps, which looked more like they belonged in a prison than a hospital.

If you tie it with that… … .

'It's not delirium, but it's like I won't be able to move even if the delirium tremens comes?'

Since the surgery was short, I don't think I'd feel delirium…

Even though the potion I made, that is, the willow bark water, was said to have a pain-relieving effect, it was not very strong, so I had to see that the negative effects were much greater.

In addition, people wandering around inside the hospital were also a problem.

Isn't it a battle of all against all for doctors, nurses, medical students, and patients?

In addition, the awareness of patients is incomparable to that of people in 21st century South Korea, so we had no choice but to prepare for such things.

Most people think that if you tell them not to do something, they can just do it secretly, so what can you do?

“Okay, we’re done.”

Anyway, the surgery is over.

It might have been a minor surgery, but I was so nervous that I wiped the sweat off my head and announced the end.

"end?"

“No… …blood?”

“Scream?”

“Where can you find such a confusing surgery?”

The reaction was amazing.

You little reporters.

Could it be that you came here to watch an execution rather than a surgery?

The very idea of seeing an execution might be shocking, but it was a common occurrence during this time, so I had to let it go.

At least London is a city… … .

In some places, they still behead people… … .

And there are also citizens who dip bread in the blood that spurts out from beheadings and eat it… … .

“Sir Damien. What did you think?”

“Very good. It doesn’t look dangerous.”

“Yes, it is as you can see. But just in case, let me try a little more.”

“Yeah. I like it.”

Fortunately, the reporters who were just bystanders looked satisfied, if not very pleased, as the person who had to undergo the surgery, Sir Damien, was there.

It had to be that way.

The anesthetic worked, but… … .

Even at this time, most surgeries were so extreme that they were considered a form of entertainment.

Without going too far, isn't our Professor Liston's surgery truly amazing?

It was so horrible that anyone who saw it for the first time would be terrified, although it was a bit scary once you got used to it.

“Okay… brother?”

"ha."

"older brother?"

"under."

"older brother?"

“Hehehe.”

Anyway, I performed the remaining seven surgeries with Dr. Liston.

As I continued to do it, there were some areas where I gradually improved, but no matter how much I practiced, it couldn't be helped.

what…….

It was only an improvement, like putting a basket before inserting a catheter, but it was becoming more and more neat.

If there was one thing that was getting messy, it was Liston's mood.

“I feel like I should stop now… … .”

He sighed as he looked at his bare, gloved hands.

Looking at that face clearly, Sir Damien sat up.

“Reporters, go now. It’s my turn now.”

Liston sighed softly as he watched the scene, but he couldn't get up and leave.

As expected, Liston was strangely weak to power.