Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 154

Episode 154: Pear [5]

Even a sober Liston is scary.

What about Liston on laughing gas then?

“Hahahahaha! The Lord has given me a revelation!”

In an era when the average height was only in the early 160s, a man well over 180 tall was running down the hallway.

Talking about the Lord and such.

That appearance is… … .

'The Lord of Terror himself… … ?'

I've seen all sorts of things since I came to the 19th century, right?

But this is… … .

This was a horror of a different dimension.

It was scary just looking at it, but I was even more scared because I knew what he was going to do from now on.

"wait!"

“Hahaha! Aww! Thanks to you, I can open my stomach too!”

"no……."

Someday, the ship would open.

Originally, surgery involved opening up the stomach.

Also, are there many diseases in the abdominal cavity?

Moreover, in this era where there is no proper medicine, there must be many diseases that can only be solved with surgery.

But not today.

I ran away muttering, “Not today,” just like Aragorn did in The Lord of the Rings.

“Huh? But why?”

“W, wait… … .”

“Why? The Lord told me not to hesitate.”

"no……."

Are you saying that's not the Lord but an illusion?

I felt a tingle in the back of my neck as I watched Liston, drunk and reeling.

But it's not like there was no way.

why?

There hasn't been a lot of research done on laughing gas, but there has been some progress.

Think about it.

At this point, it's the only anesthetic gas I have, so why would I just leave it as is?

'Laughing gas is weaker than I thought… … .'

In fact, if you don't exhale continuously, the effect of the medicine will quickly wear off.

How do you know?

Colin had once forgotten to slowly release the anesthetic gas and saw the patient screaming loudly.

How can the anesthesia wear off in a situation where a knife is pointed at you?

In return, Colin was kept out of school for a week, often getting punched in the face by Liston.

'Let's buy some time… … .'

So the answer is to stall for time.

“Doctor!”

“Uh huh.”

“I understand that I am intoxicated by the grace of the Lord! But is it really necessary to run like this?”

“You told me to do something, so I have to run?”

“No, it’s not.”

Turn around, head.

Come back!

“Yes, yes. Did John run or walk in the wilderness?”

“You must have walked. You’ve been wandering for decades… … Ah. You didn’t tell me to run, did you?”

“That’s right! That’s right! You have to walk!”

Is this correct?

I don't know if it's correct.

But doesn't that make sense?

It was possible because both of us were not in our right minds.

"hmm."

As time passed, Liston came to his senses.

At least I'm free from the delusions caused by laughing gas, that's what I'm saying…

There was one problem.

“Anyway, let’s open it today.”

An extremely calm tone of speech.

A serious face.

Yeah, I'm sane.

He was in his right mind and firmly believed in his delusions.

Originally, delusions are a disease because you don't know that they are delusions…

'Open… Open? Does this guy have a scalpel?'

How could there be a scalpel?

He carries around a huge sword called the Baeknalcheonnal Liston Sword.

No matter how much I spoke, it was like reading sutras to a deaf ear.

They say that if you're a surgeon, you should use the knife you're used to using…

'No, no. It's a mountain I have to climb anyway… … .'

The situation was so dire that even the word bleak was an understatement.

But who am I?

He is the king of positivity.

If I saw a normal doctor performing a surgery show, I would have either gone crazy or died already…

Only I can stand this shitty medical system, that's what I'm saying.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m fine. Your assistant is amazing.”

“Yes, yes. And as you can see from what I said earlier… … I think it might be a good idea to use a small knife this time.”

“Huh? Oh… … You want me to open it like you?”

"yes."

No, you have to open it like me… … .

Were you thinking of opening it differently?

Liston spoke with a distant look, not knowing whether he knew my true feelings or not.

“The Lord showed me the cross earlier.”

"that……."

“Isn’t that what it means to open it with a cross? That way I can live, something like that?”

“No… … No. Let’s go with what I just confirmed.”

“Hmm. I feel uneasy. It seems like you’re ignoring the revelation.”

That's not a revelation!

I want to scream.

But if we do that, something big will happen, right?

So I had to persuade them somehow.

“The revelation I received was different. I saw a small knife. It would be good to do that. No, would the Lord have left the skin on the stomach like that for nothing? Wouldn’t it be against the providence to cut it all off?”

“Ah… … Well, I guess it wouldn’t have been made for nothing. It’s not like I could cut it however I want… … But it’s shaped like a cross?”

“Aren’t you too obsessed with the cross? Faith cannot be guessed from its form!”

What does it mean?

I didn't even realize I did it.

“Huh. That’s a good point. Right. Right.”

But Liston seemed to understand.

Is it necessary to say crazy things to a crazy person?

I returned to the sick room where the sick people were gathered, having had a great awakening.

As soon as I opened the door, it was really old… … .

A musty smell of shit, pus, and human body odor, a dog-like smell, greeted me.

“Well, okay. I’ll follow your advice.”

And yet I could laugh.

I did that because I finally felt like I had overcome a big mountain.

okay.

Now please put that damn knife away.

It is said that it has no use other than amputation, and that it should not be used for anything else.

“Oh, can I choose this patient first?”

“Ah… … yes. Of course.”

“If there’s anything wrong, tell me. I don’t think so, though.”

“That… yes.”

I felt really bad when someone who only does bad things said something like that… … .

In a way, that was also true.

Liston.

This guy is a genius.

“Okay, bend your knees.”

"yes?"

“Bend over.”

“Oh, yes.”

And he's a thug.

As a result, the patients immediately followed the instructions.

It was a world of difference between me and him, who had to be coaxed and comforted in various ways.

Just like the smart Lu Bu… … or something?

“Where on your stomach does it hurt the most?”

“Hey, over here.”

“Oh, that’s a dud.”

"yes?"

When the real patient said that it wasn't the lower abdomen but a different place that hurt, I coolly moved on to the next patient.

Well… … that's a good thing.

If you have lower abdominal pain, it could usually just be enteritis.

Of course, when you actually open it, it could be a very scary bottle… … .

It's too scary a disease, not just for Liston, but even for me, not yet.

“Where does it hurt?”

"here."

"good."

Liston continued his examination of my stomach exactly as I had promised earlier, without a single deviation from what I had said earlier.

I have a really good memory.

That's awesome, really.

“Okay. They say it hurts when you take it off too.”

Liston grinned as he watched his patient rolling around in pain.

“Should I stay here or should I go?”

“Let’s go… … I’m a bit timid.”

“I saw you smiling while swinging your sword earlier. What kind of cowardice are you?”

“There is something like that. From what I’ve seen, there’s a lot of miasma here.”

“Are there any classrooms?”

"yes."

“It’s just a feeling. There’s still no technology to measure miasma.”

“But… wouldn’t it be better to have surgery with a light heart rather than with an uneasy heart?”

Even though I was talking, my situation was truly miserable, having to talk about miasma and such.

Whether it's Sir Damien or Mr. Damien, whoever it is, we should utilize it to develop some microscopes.

'No… … No. Maybe, there may already be a microscope with pretty good magnification.'

The 19th century was a turbulent time in many ways.

You made laughing gas and then spent decades just using it at parties?

I thought that since they were those kinds of guys, the microscope might be similar.

Well, even so, I guess you wouldn't really use a microscope at a party or anything like that.

“Okay, okay. Let’s go, then.”

“Yes, brother.”

Liston is a mean person, but he is also a warm person to me, so I took the patient to the lecture room.

When I arrived at the classroom, the patient from earlier was being moved to the bed.

The strong Joseph was taking the lead, while Colin and Alfred quickly laid out new sheets and brought in surgical instruments that had been boiled and sterilized in advance.

Those guys are really great.

Aren't you just doing what you're told without knowing why?

“Okay, should we move?”

"yes yes."

Well, it was a good thing anyway.

I moved the patient to the lecture room podium, which had been covered with fresh sheets, and where I had already laid out something like a bed.

Then Alfred approached, sniffing the anesthetic gas.

Colin smiled and approached the assistant's seat.

It's your turn, so I'm sorry.

This time, the surgeon is not me, but Liston.

'If I don't come to my senses… … the patient will die.'

You must die.

Surgery on the stomach isn't something that can be done simply by looking at it once.

Of course, if you're someone who has a solid understanding of surgery, then it might be different, but Liston wasn't like that, so I had to help him.

The idea was to give teachings under the guise of assistance.

“I still have my heart… … turned off.”

Come to think of it, I haven't been able to see my patients because I was so focused on Liston.

I feel like I just said something very important… … .

I couldn't even ask because our senior Alfred was already spitting out laughing gas.

'Well… I'll ask later.'

Since no one else was interested anyway but me, and Liston was showing signs of wanting to cut open the patient's stomach at any moment, I decided to focus on the surgery for now.

"good."

“What good is that… … How are you going to cut here with that knife?”

“I can do it.”

"yes?"

“I can do it. They’re not called the Cutting Master for nothing.”

“No… … But still… … As you can see from what I just saw, you can’t just cut it all in one go like that. I’ve done a lot of dissections, you know. Even the stomach has layers.”

“Oh, layers. But do you really have to divide them up like that?”

How should I explain it?

I thought about medical reasons, and then decided to go the 19th century route.

“Lord, would you have divided it for nothing?”

"ah."

Liston, who had a great awakening, soon repented and put down his sword.

Then I picked up the scalpel I had made.

It wasn't a satisfactory face.

“What can you do with such a sharp knife?”

He sighed as if he were a medieval knight who had his beloved bottle stolen, but this time his face became solemn and he continued speaking.

“But a skilled person doesn’t blame his equipment. Since you did it with this sword, I’ll take on this handicap this time.”

It's ridiculous to talk about a handicap when it comes to a scalpel that was probably perfect for modern surgery, created through 200 years of trial and error.

If I were Liston and you were me, you'd lose.

But since I am me and Liston is Liston, I just shut up and nodded.

“Yes, bro. Then. Here. No, no. Oh, oh. It’s too refreshing… … Hey, give me a thousand! Give me a thousand! I’m bleeding!”