Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 142

Episode 142 No, Was This There? [3]

Right away.

The carriage that Sir Damien sent had a different charm from Dr. Liston's carriage.

Sorry to say this, but if Dr. Liston's carriage had a nouveau riche feel, this one has a more old-fashioned charm.

Given the background information, it wasn't an idle thought.

“Wow… … The carriage… … .”

"therefore."

Because most people besides me were reacting that way.

‘Ah… … I’m tired.’

Anyway, I leaned my head against the back of the carriage and closed my eyes for a moment.

I couldn't even rest because I kept showing this kind of behavior in bed and they kept trying to draw my blood.

Surely you wouldn't pull out a knife and go to someone else's carriage.

Considering that this was not an ordinary carriage, but rather Sir Damien's carriage, it was bound to be even safer.

'Right… right?'

Of course, even while thinking like that, I had to open my eyes every now and then to check on Liston.

Fortunately, he wasn't paying much attention.

It must have been because Jemel wasn't there.

Isn't that man a master of bloodletting?

It's really strange to call bloodletting a "price"…

-The blood of the dead must be drained!

Suddenly, I remembered what I had heard in my dream yesterday.

Maybe it was something I had heard before.

That kid says this all the time.

'How on earth can I… … convince people that there is no such thing as dead blood in the human body… … .'

When I cut the vein, some dark-looking blood came out.

But isn't that because they're not dead? It's just because there's no oxygen in their healthy blood?

First of all, red blood cells and white blood cells that have reached the end of their lifespan are filtered out in the spleen, and new blood cells created through bone marrow function in the bones fill the blood… … .

'I wonder if this will be possible in my lifetime.'

When was that concept established?

Is it really established?

Looking at the level of medical care that is being provided now, it seemed like a future that would never come.

'Is this Earth?'

Could it be otherwise?

No matter how much the pace of development becomes faster… … .

It was hard to believe that this could happen in a future that was less than 200 years away.

Oh my… … .

“Everyone is here. Please get off.”

As I was thinking about that, I suddenly found myself in the hospital.

It was faster than usual, which was to be expected.

This was because it was a truly noble carriage.

There was hardly anyone on the streets of London, whether a worker or not, who would dare to block this path.

“Hmm.”

Could it be because I drank opium tincture?

Even though it was the hospital I saw just yesterday and visited this morning, something felt a little different.

“Are you feeling unwell?”

No, that's not it.

It became clear after seeing Liston trying to draw his sword.

I am experiencing the emotions of someone who has come back from the dead.

Certainly I told these people yesterday… … .

I almost lost to the people I trusted and relied on.

'I guess I should prioritize conditioning… '

The dangers lurking everywhere are just too great.

What scared me the most was that I could die at the hands of someone who wanted to do me good.

These humans… … .

It was obvious that it would get worse as I died.

And if things get worse… … .

'Will I be buried alive in the grave?'

There was a good chance that he would be buried even though he wasn't dead yet.

In the meantime, since your hearing may still remain, you may be able to hear conversations like this.

-He's dead.

-What a pity… … .

-My friend Pyeong-ah… … .

-Should I dissect it? It would be a waste of time…

-No, no. I guess it would be better to ask.

You little shi*s… … .

Is that the end after being buried like that?

No.

There was a good chance that the grave robbers would dig me up.

Since I'm not a noble or anything, I'll be buried in a public cemetery.

And in this period, a cemetery is the same as a 'public' cemetery, and a public cemetery is something that everyone uses as if it were their own, right?

-Huh? Boss.

-why.

-Are you alive?

-I'll change it to something that was alive.

-yes.

under…….

It's really scary.

What's scarier is that this isn't just a delusion.

I'm sure the exact same thing is happening somewhere in London right now.

“Okay, it’s okay.”

I tried my best to smile and went inside, trying to prevent that bleak future from becoming a reality.

Sir Damien was in the hospital, but strictly speaking, it wasn't a hospital; he was in my lab.

It couldn't be helped because the sickroom at this time was so poor that it was beyond words.

Putting someone who is supposedly a noble, and especially someone with great power, in a place like that… … .

It was more than rude, it was a sin.

Serious crime.

dripping.

So I headed straight to my lab.

One of the attendants who recognized me knocked on the door.

It seemed like they were guarding it from outside too.

I thought that power was a good thing.

“Come in.”

"yes."

Anyway, soon the door opened and I went inside.

'hmm.'

As I entered, I checked the other person's facial expression as a habit.

Normally, I would have to go for a blood test this morning, but isn't it impossible to do a blood test here?

In the first place, it was unreasonable to expect something like that in a time when there was a guy behind me who wanted to mix any kind of blood and transfuse it.

Because of this, I had to calculate the patient's red blood cell count solely based on the patient's complexion.

'It looks okay.'

Her lips were dry, perhaps due to slight dehydration.

But other than that, there was nothing strange about the color or anything.

“Can I look at your eyelids for a moment?”

“Huh? Eyelids?”

Of course, it would be unreasonable to feel relieved just by that, so I did what I could do in my own way.

"why……?"

“This will help you understand the condition more easily.”

Sir Damien expressed his doubts as it was a request that would seem odd to someone who didn't know.

Not only that, but the medical staff behind me… … .

Even those who said they were medical staff but didn't really know anything expressed their doubts.

I looked inside Sir Damien's eyelids, thinking that I should teach him later.

There was a pink glow.

It meant it was okay.

“Okay. Are you in a lot of pain or something?”

“If you move… … .”

“What if I move?”

“Yeah. Inside here. It hurts when it touches me.”

"ah."

I wondered what he was talking about, but then I got a feeling when Sir Damien pointed to the catheter with a look of irritation on his face.

Well, there is a wound inside, but there is rubber in it… … .

It would hurt if it touched me.

“Shall I come down a bit?”

"under……."

“I have to go down and look. Everyone here already saw it yesterday.”

“Okay… … Let’s do that.”

Can you understand the situation just by listening to me?

At least I don't have that ability, so I had to take it off.

In particular, infections had to be looked at.

“Ugh.”

So I took off my pants and looked inside.

It smelled because it was not a time when nobles cleaned their clothes well.

'Queen Elizabeth, who was said to have obsessive-compulsive disorder… … washed once a month?'

For most people, a day getting wet in the rain means a day to wash in water.

Even in Roman times, I was left wondering how a place that had public baths could have ended up like this.

Of course, it wasn't something to just lament about.

I don't know the answer.

'There is a belief that if you wash, you will get syphilis… … .'

You may wonder what the heck I'm talking about… … .

Just because it's a s*xually transmitted disease doesn't mean it's necessarily transmitted through s*xual intercourse.

There was a time when a disease called syphilis was so rampant that it seems that there was a case where it spread in a public bathhouse at that time, and because crazy people believed that if you washed up, you would get syphilis, that's how it ended up like this.

Up until now, the prevailing belief was that washing oneself was not good for one's health.

There's a reason why things like perfume developed in Europe.

“It didn’t swell, and there was no fever… … It’s good. It’s very good.”

“That’s fortunate.”

Because I am an excellent doctor, I am someone who can provide proper treatment even while having other thoughts.

It's not surgery, it's just looking for signs of infection, so that's something like that…

“Your Majesty.”

"huh?"

After that, there was a time of asking and answering simple questions here and there, and after a while, the attendant who had come from home cautiously called out to Sir Damien.

Then I told him that I was actually sick yesterday and passed out.

He even said that he took opium tincture.

I was worried that people might see me as a pharmacist.

These guys are neither nobles nor anything, so they probably have no awareness… … .

Isn't this guy a true nobleman?

“Huh. You must have been in a lot of pain. But you came all the way here for me… How can I repay this favor?”

“Your Majesty, Doctor Ping seems to be particularly fond of opium tincture. He gulps it down over the easy method of bloodletting.”

Liston spoke of opium so naturally that such worries seemed pointless.

No, that's not true.

That's not it!

Shit… … .

I can't even take a sip of water.

“Oh, really? Hmm… … Then I guess I have something to give you as a gift.”

No, no.

Opium is… … .

“Do you know what morphine is?”

"yes?"

I found myself smiling happily at the word morphine.

Morphine is… … .

It's a medicine that's still used in the 21st century, right?

It's not used very commonly, but… … .

Usually, improved medicine is used, but anyway, I'm using this.

If used well, it can be a very powerful pain reliever.

Of course, it is a double-edged sword as the risk of addiction is so great… … .

“Haha, I guess that’s true. It seems like you really like opium.”

no…….

No, that's not it.

It was unfair, but it wasn't the time to say such things.

Besides, I was really curious about whether morphine existed in the world.

“I think… morphine could be used as a medicine.”

“Yeah. That’s a pretty good cold medicine.”

no…….

Why do you use that for a cold… … .

It's a drug… … .

Of course, it does suppress coughing.

It is suppressed, but… … .

'That guy even suppresses his breathing.'

how?

It's such a powerful painkiller that it makes us forget the pain that occurs when carbon dioxide builds up in our bodies.

In other words, it meant that even the effort to breathe was killed.

'Am I okay?'

For the same reason, repeated exposure to opium or morphine causes the brain to become hypoxic without the person knowing it.

It means that your brain is damaged… … .

This is a completely different level of damage than blackouts caused by alcohol… … .

'Once will be okay.'

I forced a smile to seem okay.

And that smile gave rise to many misunderstandings.

“I’m dying of joy. I’m also happy… … I have some morphine that I recently acquired from Germany. I don’t have any use for it, so I’ll give it to you.”

“Ah. Thank you.”

In addition, my greeting also led to misunderstandings.

I really… …huh?

I received it to use as a painkiller.

Even if you write it before you die, it has to be meaningful.

London was a city with a huge number of industrial accidents, and many people died helplessly because of them.

But even if you come to the hospital, there's nothing they can do for you…

I can't even feel pain.

If only there was morphine then.

'I guess I can spend it without pain.'

No, if there was something like this, I should have written it down at the hospital right away… … .

I'm glad I got to write it now.

okay.

Only then was I able to smile in satisfaction.