Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 148

Episode 148: A little better? [1]

Treatment in the wound care unit has changed completely, at least for my patients.

First, I threw away the bandages that had been used on the patients who had been coming in originally.

You can't even tell if it's a bandage or a rag, so you shouldn't use that.

Choaak.

Then wash,

Crunch.

Cut off the rotten flesh,

Knock knock.

Put the maggots down.

Treatment was carried out in this manner.

In any case, the prognosis for these people could not have been very good.

“This… … is already written. Let’s cut it.”

“Ah… … No… … .”

That's because there are so many patients who are encountered too late.

On the other hand, the situation was completely different for patients who came to me injured, that is, patients who were new to the clinic.

“Look carefully.”

Isn't this something that can't be solved with just treatment?

Since the concept of treatment was completely different, my first priority was to open the minds of my disciples.

So, when it comes to first-time patients, I always make sure to call the kids and have them come in to see me.

"uh."

"yes."

They were Joseph, Elfrid and Colin.

I wanted to bring all the other guys over and have them watch it, but what could I do?

My skin color and age are still barriers.

The only fortunate thing was that these guys standing next to me were sincere.

“Let’s clean it first. With clean water.”

“But is there a reason why it has to be boiled?”

“If it’s hot, what’s inside… … .”

after.

It's true, but because I don't know much or have incorrect knowledge, there were times when I would get angry like this.

'I can't help it. I can't help it… … .'

I drew the person I would tolerate three times and continued with the eye-level education.

“Won’t Miasma die? Just in case.”

“Is Miasma a concept of life and death…?”

“Wash your hands so that the patients don’t die.”

“Live.”

“Don’t you think that it’s because Miasma died?”

“Hmm. Okay, let’s say that’s true.”

Let's say that's true?

I want to hit you, you little bastard.

But I was a professor and she was a student, so I had no choice but to endure it.

what…….

Wouldn't that be a hundred times better than just refusing to boil water?

“Now, wipe it with this water like this. Let’s look inside while wiping it.”

“Look inside… … .”

“We need to see how badly and where the injury is, then we can determine the extent of treatment.”

“Hmm. It’s simple if you let it rot. I learned that wounds heal on their own.”

Haha.

If it gets better on its own, it's a new one.

Why would people die or have their limbs cut off?

I looked into the air once more and laughed.

If you see me, whether it be a stock or something else, I hope you give me strength.

Maybe that's why I was able to continue talking without getting tired.

“It’s a treatment that starts with the assumption that it might be wrong… … It has to be different, right? And senior. Think carefully about how you’re still alive and standing here. Did you rot? Where are all the people who rotted you?”

“I went to the graveyard. Oh, right. Now that I think about it, really… … Is it true this time too?”

of course.

At least at this point, my knowledge could be considered absolute.

Of course, modern medicine in the 21st century cannot be said to be perfect either… … .

At least you admit that you are lacking and try to improve.

what…….

It seems like the current trial and error was necessary for that… … .

It took too long.

Too many people dying again.

If you just read about it in literature or on YouTube channels and say, "This is what the 19th century was like," you could probably laugh it off, but when you see it in person, you can't help but laugh.

“Okay, so watch carefully.”

As I spoke, I poured water on the patient's arm, which was frozen solid by Dr. Liston's knife and the atmosphere of the ward, and opened the wound with my gloved hand.

“Ugh.”

It's going to hurt.

It was an unavoidable part.

This is something that cannot be avoided even in the 21st century.

Of course, there are cases where they give painkillers and do tests… … .

“Dissection, arm dissection was so boring, huh?”

“Then you did a lot.”

“Hey, I’m good at drawing now.”

“Me too, Professor.”

Anyway, as we looked into it, the form we had become accustomed to was revealed.

The patient was found in the workplace with a cut from a sharp object, possibly a knife or sickle.

On the outside, it looked like just a straight line drawn in a straight line, but if you open the wound like this… … ?

“Wow… … Is this a bone?”

“Even the muscles were cut.”

“Why is this so deep?”

Isn't it much worse?

If I didn't know, I would have just left it alone.

Then it was obvious that the patient would have had another amputation.

why?

If you look at the blades and sickles that crazy people use, they're all covered in rust.

“More than that, look at this. There’s some pieces stuck here. I don’t know if they’re pieces of iron or what. We need to get rid of all of these.”

tetanus?

Even without that, it was obvious that there would be a lot of bacteria there.

I poured water on the area and cleaned it well.

I also removed the larger lumps with tweezers.

Actually, if you have disinfectant, it would be best to pour it and disinfect it… … .

There was no such thing now.

At best… … .

“Patient, you will be in pain.”

“More than now?”

“Yes, maybe?”

“Amarani!”

“Huh? Should I call Professor Liston?”

“No, no. That’s not it… … .”

It was all about alcohol.

Alcohol collected by boiling alcohol… … .

People who don't know might think that it's made with alcohol…

No, actually, it's true that alcohol kills things well.

It can even kill skin bacteria, right?

But that was limited to the skin.

“Keep, keaaaak!”

If you pour this into a mucous membrane or a wound, that is, tissue inside the skin, it hurts terribly.

At the same time, some tissue damage could be caused.

In fact, it can be said that disinfecting wounds with alcohol is taboo… … .

There was nothing we could do due to the limitations of the times.

There is nothing else.

I asked them to find something they could disinfect with, and they came back with honey… … .

Is this ancient Egypt?

No, that's a nobleman.

-It's copper oxide after all.

-Lead is the worst?

– Let's pour some mercury.

What should I call the thing the other guys brought, rather than disinfectant…?

murder?

Yeah, it's murder.

“You are in so much pain… … .”

“Is it okay… …?”

“Professor, is this okay?”

So, as a last resort, I was using alcohol.

Accordingly, the patient was in pain.

Other guys' criticism followed.

If I were to say how I feel while watching this… … .

Honestly, I wanted to kill them all.

You brought heavy metals as disinfectants, huh?

Aren't they crazy?

“You held on well.”

“Ugh.”

“Okay, let’s say we’ve killed all the Miasma.”

If it wasn't miasma, I would have died no matter what.

Because I poured alcohol that kills the organization.

Fortunately, the alcohol concentration was low because our manufacturing capacity was low.

If not, we would have been able to see the tissue shrinking, or rather, atrophying, with the naked eye.

Alcohol is so scary that it even kills cancer cells.

‘Should I just sew it up right away… … Actually, it might be better to sew up the muscles in the long run… … .’

Suture.

I looked at the sutures given to me with a sigh.

Since it had been boiled once and pickled in alcohol, it would have been more sterilized than anything else in the place.

The problem was in its form.

Because it was made of silk, there were too many gaps inside.

Am I the only one who knows that germs can hide in every crevice?

'Let's just roughly… give it a shape. It can't be helped.'

Until something improves, it has to be that way.

Because the immediate infection is more important than thinking about the patient's distant prognosis.

width.

But I didn't want to do another suturing job roughly, so I did my best even though it was just a suturing to maintain the shape.

This was my way of maintaining at least a modicum of pride as a former surgical professor.

"oh……."

“It’s really amazing.”

“How can you do this well with something that looks like a fishhook?”

That's why everyone around me was amazed.

Even the patient who had been in so much pain that he almost died just a moment ago was losing his mind.

Since it was an era without local anesthesia, I couldn't take my eyes off it even though it must have hurt.

That would be the case, as it was clear that this level of suture technique could not be seen anywhere at the present time.

“Later, when we are sure there is no infection, we will close it more properly.”

Of course, that's just from their perspective, and to me it was still inadequate.

Because the original flesh shouldn't be closed like this.

Because it needs to be tightly closed to fit the layer.

But since it was obvious that if I did something like that with Myeongjusil, I would end up in prison, it was a priority to do it like this.

“Okay. And the bandage.”

“But do you really have to use a new piece of cloth for the bandage?”

“This is a waste.”

“Even from my perspective, it’s a bit… … Of course, the professor makes a lot of money… … .”

The bandage was brand new.

This is a given, but in this day and age, recycling has become a given, so questions have been pouring in.

'Hehehe… … See you later… … The difference in prognosis.'

I didn't really feel like answering.

As the saying goes, seeing is believing.

I was going to show you the results.

This may not be a complete cure, but… … .

If there's one thing we can be sure of, it's that the prognosis will be much better than it has been so far.

There's no comparison at all.

really.

Anyway, about two weeks passed like this.

“Okay, let’s see.”

According to Liston's words, all the patients I had ever seen, no, not the bastards, no, not the doctors, gathered in the treatment room.

This was possible because we live in an era where things like patient human rights are absolutely impossible to find no matter how hard you look for them.

Of course, it was also because they gave me daily wages.

I was surprised even when I gave it to him.

Working for this little money… … .

Anyway, when Liston entered the treatment room and opened his mouth, the patients who had originally been there came forward first.

“Well, I have to cut it. Let’s set a date. Or you can cut it today.”

"no……."

“Cut this one too.”

"ah……."

“Cut it here.”

"eww……."

“This person… …Should we cut this person now?”

"her."

I had to cut out almost all of it, adding some exaggeration.

Even at the very least, about half?

To be honest, I was surprised too.

'This is all you can cut?'

It was truly amazing that people survived without dying even after being treated like that.

People seem to be stronger than I thought.

Or maybe 19th century humans were just particularly strong… … .

'No, no. Is it because of these people that the British Empire was created?'

The British may have been strong.

How on earth can you defeat those who can withstand even flesh poisoned by copper oxide and lead?

That doesn't make sense.

At least the people of 21st century South Korea will never win.

“It’s the same as usual. Then, shall we see the patients that Pyeong-i saw?”

While I was thinking that, the people who were going to be cut were transferred somewhere else.

They had faces full of despair, and perhaps it was because they saw such things right in front of their eyes that the patients I saw were also trembling.

There's no need to do that.

“Oh… … good.”

"good."

“Hoo.”

“Oh, don’t cut this one.”

"oh."

There are no antibiotics and no effective disinfectants.

Is that why?

About 10 percent still needed amputation.

It was a disappointing result for me… … .

“As expected! I believed in you!”

“Damn, Pyeong is truly a genius!”

Liston and Blundell were dancing with joy.