Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 151

Episode 151: Pear [2]

They said I was feeling a little better, but that was after I came to the hospital.

It was fortunate that he was neglected at the hospital because he had no money.

The hospital at this time was really… … .

uh?

There are butchers, not doctors?

It was fortunate, if not lucky, that I escaped their hands.

'The problem is… … these people's daily lives were abuse itself… … .'

19th century London.

To be honest, I had some kind of fantasy about England in my past life.

They say it's a country of gentlemen and all that, huh? They call it the British Empire… … .

Even just looking at our distant neighbors, England looks really good.

When I looked at the writings of British people who came to Joseon in the 20th century, there were some writings that said it was incredibly uncivilized, so I thought, wow, Britain must have been doing really well at that time.

'Aren't these kids really that dumb as tadpoles?'

You say it smells like shit?

So, is this faint smell coming from the Thames River that I am smelling now the smell of something else?

Now that we're on the subject… … .

It was clear that something big was going to happen at some point.

Since I don't know much about British history, I don't really have anything to say…

People who drink that kind of river water can't possibly get through the summer in peace every year.

'Ah. No. This is not the time.'

I was lost in thought for a moment, then tried to come to my senses.

Dr. Liston, standing next to me, kept making a meaningful expression… … .

That was because I was making the sign of a cross on the patient's stomach with my fingers.

Is that making the sign of the cross?

Or maybe we should draw the incision line in advance?

Common sense would suggest that it should be the former, but realistically, the latter was overwhelmingly more likely.

“Excuse me, Professor?”

"huh?"

“First, we need to ask about the symptoms.”

“Oh, right. I didn’t know. Haha. It’s hard to endure when you have a patient.”

“Yeah, well. Haha.”

okay…….

Would a surgeon wield a knife differently?

That's true, but… … .

Even so, it's a bit much to think about just cutting any patient.

“Patient.”

“Umm… … .”

Anyway, I stopped the barbaric act of making a cross-shaped incision and asked the patient.

As soon as the patient opened his mouth, this caught my eye.

Black and yellow teeth.

Even those weren't that many in number.

It may be a problem with the teeth, but it also seemed more likely that it was due to the Thames River.

'No, no. It's the boat now.'

Ha, sir.

There are so many problems that I'm completely out of my mind.

Because nothing is done properly from start to finish, things keep turning out like this… … .

It took a lot of patience to accept that what can't be helped can't be helped and move on.

The times are too harsh to go through them all one by one.

“Yes, patient. Do you have a stomachache?”

“Yes, but… … nothing… … nothing. I… … have to work on it later.”

How old is the patient?

I bet you have to lose about twenty years from what you see.

Not only was his tooth missing, but he had suffered so much and was malnourished, so he was aging rapidly.

In the 21st century, presbyopia would simply mean an aged face, but unfortunately, that wasn't the case here.

Physical age should also be considered as that of an elderly person.

I was sorry that I kept having negative thoughts, but I couldn't help it.

“Don’t worry about money.”

“Uh… … Uh uh.”

“Why, why are you like that?”

“I want to experiment with myself.”

The patient desperately tried to get up even though he was in pain.

Then, the patients next to them also started to try to run away, but Liston stopped them.

“Why is it so unusual? I said I’d treat you!”

“This, this hospital is free… … free… … Oh, by the way, you!”

“Lee, it’s Liston! It’s Master Liston!”

“Pear, I’m going to cut the pear… … .”

Usually, everything is resolved when Liston steps in, but today was an exception.

Liston's reputation was having a negative impact.

No, in some ways it could be because of our hospital's notoriety.

Liston said it was unusual, but it wasn't really unusual…

'How long ago was it? Our Jemel did it again?'

There were several masters in our hospital.

Master Liston, the cleaver.

Blood Master Jemel.

Blood Transfusion Master… … Blundell, etc.

If there was one guy among them who caused the most accidents, it was Jemel.

'I'm trying to change the way I do bloodletting… '

To be honest, I didn't even look into it properly.

It'll give you a headache if you find out, you know.

Normally, when people die like that, there should be problems, but these weren't those times.

The director said the same thing, but there are people who really die without any problems.

Of course, if it was a murder case, the police would have stepped in, but when someone died in the hospital, no one stepped forward.

“Okay, calm down! We don’t do experiments or anything.”

“Yes, who are you!”

“Ah, I… … .”

The aftermath was so severe that it wasn't easy to reassure her.

Fortunately, the eloquent Joseph soon caught up with me.

“As for the professor’s evaluation, he is the inventor of anesthesia and the father of pain relief. He also created potions… … Above all, he is a person who is well-versed in anatomy, to the point that he performed anatomy at the Royal Theatre. For these achievements, he became the youngest professor of medicine.”

It looks a bit like a pharmacist… … .

Would we call someone who speaks well a pharmacist for nothing?

In fact, such a saying probably came to be because such people sold medicine well throughout the long history of mankind.

"uh……."

“What a great person… … .”

“Well, Liston too… … He’s a cutting master, so he is a master.”

“But why to people like us who have nothing… … .”

The noisy room suddenly became quiet thanks to Joseph.

Liston gave Joseph a thumbs up as he looked at him.

He was only capable of making threats at best, so it was surprising to see him calm her down with words like this.

Anyway, since I had already caught the opportunity, I did my best to make the most of it.

“Okay. As I just told you, the anesthesia is finally working.”

Actually, it could have been possible 70 years ago, but you guys just didn't use it for parties… … Anyway.

“This is a great advancement for mankind. But everyone just thought it was, no one actually made it. But here, Dr. Liston had a genius idea.”

I say it over and over again, but Liston is a savage.

He has great potential, but if you call a savage a savage, then what do you mean?

but…….

Isn't he also my strong supporter?

Whenever it was possible to gild without spending money like this, it was a good idea to not miss it and gild it.

“Haha, that’s too much praise.”

Look at me.

You like it, right?

“Since we can use anesthesia, we can take more time to do the surgery. And that surgery involves the abdomen.”

“Ugh.”

“As expected of us… … !”

“이 개새끼들.”

Why do you guys like it so much when I tell you I'm getting surgery on my stomach?

If you like me one more time, I'll stab you with a knife.

Prejudice is this scary.

What's the big deal once it breaks?

An era will open where both hearts and minds can be opened.

“We’re not just going to open it up. We’re going to open it up after looking at the symptoms. Our Dr. Liston has discovered something through several experiments. We’re going to confirm that.”

“What, the veto?”

“Yes. But would you live without treatment? There must be people who are sicker than you.”

“That’s… … that’s true… … .”

“Come on. We’re not just going to open it, and I can guarantee it. We’re the two of the best doctors in London. The best swordsmen. Trust us with your life.”

I flicked my tongue desperately as if Joseph was possessed.

Still, most of them were indifferent.

But those who seemed to be flustered due to the heat were nodding their heads without realizing it.

I felt like I was being scammed, but what can I do?

We have to target them.

‘Anyway… … if you have appendicitis, you’ll have a fever.’

Do you think I would want to open it just because I am the one?

What if I opened it right away and it wasn't appendix, but cancer or some other disease?

No, if it was a disease that could be treated with surgery or a disease that required surgery, it would have been somewhat accommodating.

Even if the judiciary doesn't step in anyway, my 21st century conscience will still be tormenting me, but there's an excuse that it had to be opened anyway.

But even that is just an excuse in the end, and with the poor anesthetic called laughing gas and our savage assistants, the patient will 'certainly' die.

'If it's gastritis or… … pancreatitis or something like that… … .'

Anyway, do you just open everything just because you have a stomachache?

There were also many internal medical diseases.

If you open it for no reason and the patient dies… … .

'Ahhh… … .'

I shook my head and went to the feverish patients.

Liston seemed a little dissatisfied.

“Just open them all.”

It wasn't a valid complaint.

That crazy guy… … .

What are you opening?

Besides, isn't this guy thinking of opening it in the shape of a cross?

How can you have such thoughts on such a topic?

He is a great killer.

“Let’s look at the symptoms first. Think about it. You said it was swollen.”

“That’s right.”

“Then wouldn’t it cause a fever?”

“Isn’t that a leap? Does swelling cause fever?”

"ah."

You don't even know this.

There are so many things I don't know, so I don't even know what I don't know.

fu*k.

I continued speaking, trying hard to hide these thoughts.

“Anyway, rather than forcing myself to watch it and then getting into an accident… … let’s at least watch these people.”

“Yeah, okay. Let’s just stay still… … Okay, here we go?”

“What is it?”

“Eww!”

Liston nodded as if he had no choice, then raised his finger and stabbed the lower right abdomen of one of the patients who had nodded earlier.

It was such a strong blow that I thought it might break through.

“Oh. Are you in pain?”

'If you stab me like that, I'll scream too, you idiot… … .'

I looked at Liston in bewilderment, but Liston, with a proud look on his face, began making the sign of the cross with his fingers on the patient's stomach.

You shouldn't leave it like that.

No, you shouldn't press it like that before.

If it was appendicitis, it would have burst.

I don't know if that's possible… … .

If you stab it like that, it feels like it's going to burst.

“Wasn’t that… too strong?”

“I see. I pressed it gently.”

“Is that so?”

“Okay. If I stab you hard enough, you’ll get a hole in your stomach. Do you see?”

“Oh, no.”

After I calmed him down, I approached the other patient.

Then I took a stance.

“Okay, patient. Bend both knees.”

“Why… … are you trying to cut it?”

“Why are you cutting off my leg? That will drain my stomach of strength. Try bending it.”

“Huh?”

Come to think of it, Liston just stabbed me for real earlier.

I stabbed him while he was still strong, that's what I'm saying…

You shouldn't do that.

I can't get a proper diagnosis.

With the thought that I should teach this from the beginning, I called Liston and others and had them press it.

It was while comparing the tension in the stomach with that of the person next to you.

“Now, look. It’s smoother now, right?”

“Oh. It feels different than before. Where did you learn this?”

“I learned it from my mom.”

It was a difficult question, but if Liston was the cutting master, then I was the lying master, so the lies just flowed out smoothly.

"ah."

Whether in the past or present, no one would ask in detail about something related to their mother, so I was able to just let it go.

'Okay, let's press it now.'

I suppressed my doubts and prepared to press on the patient's stomach.