Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 145

Episode 145 Let's Reduce the Amputation [3]

This had to be stopped.

It wasn't just that the person in front of me was a nobleman.

Other people… … .

Even if it wasn't now, I could have watched over it to some extent, even a little later.

I will refuse, but if you really want to do that, I will take Liston with you and drag you here by force.

'This is irreversible. This is… … copper oxide… … .'

What will happen if I apply that?

I couldn't figure it out.

There isn't even a case report?

Of course, if we draw on a little bit of knowledge from modern medicine and try to infer…

There was a very high probability that he would contract tetanus or something similar.

If you just look at the color, it seems like it's already too late… … .

"for a moment."

So I mustered up my courage and stepped forward.

He may seem like a tall person, but… … .

'I know Sir Damien, I know Liston, I know the director… … I've never met his face properly, but I know Princess Victoria… … .'

Since courage doesn't just come out of nowhere, I had to force myself to think about my connections.

"huh?"

Is that natural?

Anyway, the other person's face was slightly distorted.

That's because it's inevitable that Asians will feel unfamiliar.

One thing that is fortunate is that… … .

What was missing was the hatred, contempt, or jealousy they were accustomed to showing toward non-white people.

First of all, I was now properly dressed.

In keeping with this damn island nation's etiquette.

“My name is Doctor Pyeong. I am a former disciple of Dr. Liston… … and I currently hold the position of professor, albeit in a minor capacity.”

“Ah… … That, that’s an Asian doctor… … I’ve heard of him. But now is not the right time to talk. I’m a bit busy. Why else would I have come all the way here?”

The nobleman pointed in all directions with the cane he was holding.

Certainly, it did not seem like a place suitable for nobles, or people of noble blood, to stay for even a short while.

First of all, the smell was like that.

“Smell… … The director said that these things kill people. Let’s do it later.”

He shook his head as if he had taken another good look at me, then waved his hand at me.

It meant to tell me to stop talking nonsense and go away.

But I was still seeing the green, dangerous-looking ointment.

Doctor 1 happened to be applying a generous amount of the ointment, and even the instrument he used to apply it was one that had been used on another patient and had never been cleaned.

'People… Let's consider it as saving lives.'

If things go wrong, it won't end with amputation.

Die.

Whether it's heavy metal poisoning or whatever…

“Just a moment. That’s not why I came here. I’m sorry, but… … .”

“What is this guy? I’m starting to feel a little uncomfortable.”

“Oh my! This guy! He’s so arrogant because he’s treated Liston so well! Do you know what kind of person he is and why are you acting like this?”

“It’s a matter of human lives!”

What the fu*k.

Let's give it a try sometime.

If you make an excuse about Joseon or something, it will get overlooked.

When I shouted, the nobleman just blinked, perhaps because of the content inside or because I was the only one who dared do something like that in front of him.

The doctors were the same.

There was a moment when I could clearly feel that he was acting like a crazy person, even without saying anything, but I didn't stop.

If that was the case, I wouldn't have come forward.

“This ointment… … is made of copper and lead. Did you know that?”

“In general.”

“That… … That won’t do. My hometown is Joseon, which is quite far from here… … Medicine is particularly advanced here compared to other fields of study.”

“Hmm. Better than England?”

I almost slapped the proud nobleman in the face.

You guys… … .

You guys are not even worthy of being called Koreans in the 21st century.

now?

It was just hell now.

“If we sum it all up, how can we possibly keep up? But I dare say that we can at least do it when it comes to healing wounds.”

“Hmm.”

“If not, how could I have become a professor at this age?”

Actually, there are Liston reds and anesthesia reds, so that's why, but who knows?

Doctors 1, 2, and 3 started to grumble as if they had something to say, but nothing changed.

Because the only people who would dare to interrupt a nobleman who has already started a conversation with someone else are another nobleman or a madman.

“That’s interesting. Okay, tell me.”

“We also used this kind of ointment in Joseon at one time. Green… … .”

Green means nature.

Nature means life.

Actually, don't they say that if you make the background green, it's good for something?

I blurted out a joke on the spot while thinking about that.

“Green is a sign of life. But strangely, the patients who wore it started to have their arms and legs start to rot.”

tetanus.

Although it has been an unfamiliar disease in Korea for a long time, if you think about it, there are few diseases that have killed as many people for as long.

But you decided to create it artificially?

That too, from hundreds of years ago.

“Have you ever seen such a sight, Your Majesty?”

“Yes. One of the servants was in so much pain that he had to cut off his leg. Am I going to be like that?”

“If things continue this way, there is a high chance that it will happen.”

While I was having this and that conversation and my mind was getting more and more complicated, I closely examined the patient's affected area.

It's not clear because of the ointment that was applied before, but the surrounding tissues were already rotten.

That was… … something that had to be removed.

'Is it heresy to remove it?'

There was a high chance of that happening.

These crazy guys are talking like scientists, but they value that damn tradition.

I don't know about other fields, but aren't scientists the ones who absolutely must not maintain their integrity, at least when it comes to their own knowledge?

When new knowledge emerges, knowledge that we have firmly believed in until now becomes trash in an instant. For hundreds of years… … .

“Can you spare me 20 minutes of your time?”

“20 minutes… … hmm.”

The nobleman was in trouble.

If you still want to apply ointment after this, then there's nothing I can do.

Because I clearly warned you.

Later, you'll be caught by the attendants and brought to Liston, right?

Then it was obvious that I would never be able to use that leg again.

“I’ve heard rumors about you from many places. Everyone says you’re an excellent friend.”

“You are too kind. I still need more.”

“No, that’s not true. Okay, let’s leave it to him.”

"thank you."

“But it won’t hurt, right?”

Oh, pain?

That's it… … .

First, I'm going to wash it with water.

And then we'll wipe it, including the rotten area, with a gauze soaked in water.

After determining where and how the injury occurred, he planned to cut away the rotten part until it bled.

'What did Alfred do?'

It had been more than half a year already, but Alfred's screams were still vivid in my ears.

As a 19th century person, he couldn't have been an unusually sarcastic person.

If that was the case in the first place, would you have cried when I put in the catheter a while ago?

I did shed tears though… … .

Those were tears of resentment and anger, not tears of pain.

'That monster screamed… … .'

I tried it too to see if it would hurt, but I felt like I would fall over.

It was clear that there was a huge gap between 19th century humans and 21st century humans, at least in terms of pain sensitivity.

What this means is that what I am about to do to this nobleman is practically torture.

'Hoo hoo.'

It was okay.

I knew this would happen, so I carried something with me.

“That… … What is that?”

“This is an anesthesia machine. Drink this and fall asleep. You’ll feel completely better after you wake up.”

“Huh… … Then it doesn’t hurt?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Then there’s no need to hesitate. Do it now.”

"yes."

While taking out a small can of anesthetic gas from the bag, the attendants cleared the bed in an ambiguous space that was neither a hospital room nor an examination room.

Since this is a place where maggots pass by, it would be impossible for a noble to lie down there.

As such, two of the attendants took off their jackets and covered him with them.

The level of hygiene is certainly astonishing… … .

There was no choice.

“If you just lie down here for a moment, I will come over with my special equipment. And an assistant too.”

Even if it was unavoidable, I couldn't just use the equipment here and wrap it with a bandage like a gauze.

“Can’t we just stay here?”

“No.”

“Okay.”

Fortunately, the nobleman simply nodded, perhaps sensing some kind of wise aura in my eyes.

Thanks to that, as soon as I got out, I was able to run and grab the equipment I had disinfected in advance and Joseph, who was loitering around.

No, they didn't come together.

“There’s a sheet in my room. Boil it and bring it to me.”

“Oh, why again? Just rip the curtains… or rip the sheets.”

Curtains and citra.

Haha.

A citra full of maggots and stale cloth.

Are you saying that the dragon and tiger are fighting each other?

Both of them will kill the patient with great momentum.

“Just bring it if you want.”

“I’m busy too.”

“You’re not going to learn anatomy.”

“Ah. This is really fatal. Got it.”

The guy who had been grumbling a little bit ran away with the same momentum I had just gone over when I said dissection.

Anyway, I was able to return alone and face the nobleman.

'That kid… … '

'He's a funny guy?'

'How dare you sell out our ties.'

I could hear the disgruntled voices of Doctors 1, 2, and 3 behind me, but I ignored them for the time being.

When I pretended not to hear them, they moved further away.

'Idiot… … .'

'Just try to make it wrong.'

'That's what I mean. Should I hang him? And then dissect him?'

It was a good thing that I was going to curse more seriously.

I think I'll be in trouble if I show the tricks I'm about to use to people who can't believe them.

Because everything about cleanliness, hygiene, and debridement, which involves cutting away dead tissue, is against 19th century common sense.

There could have been rumors that he was possessed by a ghost.

If you ask why scientists say such things, then yes, it really was that kind of time.

When I read novels to kill time, the main characters who were living normally in Seoul were living well after the Middle Ages…

That's all a joke.

The novel is a plausible story in principle, but it really doesn't make sense…

“Hmm.”

“You’re asleep. Okay, let’s hurry. You don’t have much time, and above all, we have to take care of you before you wake up from the anesthesia.”

I administered the minimum dose of anesthetic gas – and by minimum I mean not very precise – and then immediately poured water.

I boiled it once and then let it cool, but it was still lukewarm.

No, it might be a little hot?

There was nothing I could do since no one had prepared it in advance.

'Okay, the anesthesia went well.'

I'm a positive person, so I took this opportunity to confirm the anesthesia and cleaned the wound.

I was originally going to use gauze, but then I thought about it and realized I don't have any gauze.

So I tried rubbing it with my gloved fingers.

The squishy thing was a fairly large piece of rotten tissue.

fu*k.

Crunch.

So I cut the tissues with a knife.

At that moment, I felt the pupil of one of the attendants who had been secretly watching open wide, and when he saw that it was rotting and not bleeding, he suddenly started looking up at the sky.

I wondered why that was, but I didn't have time to wonder, so I just continued with the surgery.

They say it's surgery, but to me it was just a simple procedure, so it went by very quickly.