Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 155

Episode 155 Now, let's start disinfecting more… … [1]

Yeah, I guess I have to admit it.

Liston… … .

I have no choice but to admit that this savage is a genius savage.

“Well done. Really.”

“Haha. Was it similar?”

“Yes. Well… … it was almost the same.”

The first time, it was definitely a bit awkward.

That wasn't necessarily Liston's fault, but rather the difference in hand size.

Those hands, more suited to slaughter than surgery, could not possibly enter the peritoneum through the incision I usually made.

-After all, the cross… … .

-No, no. Please, just a little more.

These ignorant bastards forgot to use inches again and almost lost 10 centimeters, but luckily my good intuition prevented that.

It's already 7cm thick, so adding 10cm to it…

Isn't that just cutting the ship in two?

Of course… … .

Among the various surgeries, including cesarean sections, there were some that required immediate incision.

But in the case of the appendix, the line has been crossed far and wide.

-Is this okay?

-Oh… …yes. You found it?

-Okay. Now tie it like this, right?

-Yes, the rules inside… … are to prevent the miasma from leaking out.

-Yeah, yeah. Okay.

Anyway, other than that, there was no real crisis.

It was really unexpected, but it happened.

He definitely has a talent for surgery.

It seems that even though the anatomical knowledge is lacking or distorted, it can be converted into 3D and imported right away if corrected.

Otherwise, it would have been difficult to remove the appendix through such a small incision.

Moreover, doing it without much experience was an area of true talent.

'Hmm.'

Anyway, I returned to the lab.

I left an order for my disciples to draw and write down the surgery they had done today, and since Liston had disappeared to do it on his own, I was now alone.

“Phew… … .”

Today, a whopping three patients underwent surgery.

There are three patients with smoke in the stomach.

How many of them will survive?

It was really pathetic that I was thinking like this after having the surgery so excitedly… … .

'The biggest problem is that the concept of disinfection is too lacking.'

I might have to look for a disinfectant.

But before that, I had to convince them why disinfection was necessary.

Even now, aside from my disciples, aren't there almost no people who boil or clean surgical instruments?

It was fortunate that Dr. Liston instilled in us the idea that it was cool to use surgical instruments that reflected light, otherwise it was obvious that no one would have cleaned them.

'If I were Liston, I could have just told him to wipe it, but… '

I wish for it several times a day.

How I wish I were Liston.

If that were the case, I could have crushed several doctors with my two fists… … .

Or you could just slice it open with that famous Liston knife… … .

No, no.

I'm a doctor.

I'm not a savage.

My thoughts wandered elsewhere for a moment, but now I think I should start persuading you rationally.

I'm sick and tired of hearing all this nonsense about miasma and all that.

'To do that, you need to see bacteria. You need a microscope… … .'

When I was in Upton, back home, I had a microscope.

The old man was rich, and whenever he saw something interesting on his way back, he would buy it if it wasn't too expensive.

But the one I used was too crude to be called a microscope.

Well, the magnification is only about 5x?

It was literally a novelty toy, but it was difficult to achieve anything more than that, that's what I meant.

“You mean we need to make a better microscope? Miss… … .”

I never thought being a doctor would be this regrettable.

If you majored in chemistry, you could make medicine, right?

The microscope is… … .

What major should I major in to be able to make a microscope?

I wonder if I, who is so ignorant that I don't even know such basic things, could possibly make a microscope.

I tried using it when I was studying pathology, but I didn't know anything about the principles of a microscope.

"ha."

I sighed, then thought of the anesthesia gas again.

Yeah, these crazy guys invented anesthetic gas and used it at parties for almost 70 years.

If so, perhaps… … .

Couldn't a microscope do the same?

Fortunately, I am a professor at a university that can be considered a treasure trove of knowledge, and this university has a variety of literature.

After making my decision, I headed to the library.

'Microscope… … microscope… … .'

I tried to find related books, but unfortunately all I could find were really old ones.

What is this?

It's been almost 100 years.

As soon as I picked up the book, which someone had discarded under the pretext of donation, a pungent, moldy smell spread everywhere.

Not only that, but the books were all corroded, and they felt like they would fall apart if you didn't turn them over really carefully.

'100 years ago, a microscope… … Is this a microscope?'

The one that the old man bought also had a poor magnification, but 100 years ago… … .

'Are these kids calling that telescope a microscope?'

With something like this in mind.

So I opened the book without any expectations.

Then, a drawing that was supposed to be under a microscope appeared.

At best, the object was no bigger than a thumb, but no matter how I looked at it, it was different from the optical microscopes I knew.

Looking at the year of development, it was back in the 1600s…

The developer was Anton van Leeuwenhoek, a textile merchant from the Netherlands.

'Should I cover it?'

What kind of microscope was it that was created almost 200 years ago by someone who was not a scientist and just bought and sold fabrics?

"ha."

I didn't close the book, even though I felt a sense of humiliation that went beyond disappointment.

Why?

Because this is the only book I have.

I guess I could go out and find out, but today was too long and tiring for that.

I decided to leave that difficult stuff for tomorrow and just take it easy and learn some absurd knowledge today.

“Huh?”

After deciding that and reading the book that I had read a lot, I came across a strange phrase.

'It boasted a magnification of over 200 times… …?'

200 times?

What was the magnification of the optical microscope I used?

Was the maximum 400?

My memory is a bit hazy, but anyway, 200 times was enough.

I had no intention of seeing the virus.

Just look at the bacteria!

'200x is enough. You can see plenty. About bacteria!'

This could have been a lie.

No matter how I look at it, it doesn't look like a microscope that good.

But if this is true.

then…….

Sararak.

I started to slowly turn the pages of the book, my heart pounding.

A book that had seemed like nothing more than trash just a moment ago now seemed like an irreplaceable treasure.

For a while, they said it was hard, that it was difficult, that kind of talk just came out.

Just when I was starting to get bored, another person's name popped up.

Robert Hook..

'Captain Hook?'

As if to sternly rebuke my ignorant sentiments, the achievements of a man named Robert Hook began to appear one after another.

First, this person observed the cork and discovered that it formed a very small honeycomb shape.

And this structure was named a cell.

Cell.

That is, cells.

It's cheap.

I feel like these kids already know something.

I know it, but I have a bad feeling that I'm being ignored.

"under."

Without realizing it, I raised my head and looked around the library and its surroundings.

It was always true that the best way to study was through books.

Even when I was a student, the library was always crowded with students.

Even when I became a professor, I, as well as teachers of higher grades than me, never put down the book.

But… … .

The atmosphere of the 19th century was a bit strange.

I do read books, but I focus more on learning by actually doing things like anatomy and clinical studies.

Is that why?

The idiots didn't know how to use the knowledge they already had.

'Leuvenhook… … .'

I read books like that, chewing out all the 19th century guys around me.

Then, that person's name appeared again.

Leeuwenhoek.

It seems he was a man of great curiosity.

He said he collected rainwater and looked into it.

What on earth did you see there?

It's not even an electron microscope.

'I saw a very small creature for the first time.'

As I was thinking that, I felt like I had been hit in the back of the head with a hammer.

A very small creature that I saw for the first time.

Previously, insects were thought to be the smallest living creatures, but this is said to be evidence proving that this was wrong.

In other words, the story is that Leeuwenhoek discovered the existence of creatures too small to be seen with the human eye simply by looking at rainwater out of curiosity.

What is this?

What the heck?

It's bacteria!

'I could already see it!'

He didn't even die alone, quietly writing in his diary.

This guy even reported it to the Royal Society, where Robert Hooke, as I mentioned earlier, even looked at it again under a microscope to verify it.

This is… … the 1600s.

That is, this happened a full two centuries ago.

“These fu*king kids.”

But are you still saying that it's Miasma, Miasma?

'No, no. Just kidding… I don't think that's a joke.'

As I was about to vent my anger, I realized that the target of my anger was also Dr. Liston.

Then, strangely enough, the anger disappeared.

Yeah, what if you take this book and get angry?

If you tell me to stop being a jerk, I'll tear up the book.

Much more empirical evidence was needed.

'I need a microscope.'

All you need is a microscope.

It's not that difficult.

If you just look at our hands right now, you'll see it, right?

Of course, proving that the microbe and miasma are actually the same thing, and that it is a pathogen, is another matter… … .

Anyway!

Knock knock.

With my resolve set, I eventually went to find Liston, who turned out to be the easiest target.

As it happened, Liston was busy organizing the surgery I had performed today.

“Oh, you came. Is this how it turned out?”

“Ah… … Yes. No, it was like this here.”

“Ah. Aha. Right. Hmm… … Why is it like this here?”

The place that Liston questioned was the appendix.

A place that is vaguely blocked.

Even in the 21st century, opinions are divided as to why this exists.

Some say it might be related to immune maturation, but it just makes you sick for no reason.

“I don’t know.”

“Is there anything you don’t know, haha.”

When I said I didn't know something I didn't know, surprisingly, I liked it a lot.

Then, as if he finally realized that I had no reason to come looking for him, he looked at me wearily.

That's good.

"older brother."

“Yeah. Something.”

“Could you please help me get a microscope? A good one, with high magnification.”

“High magnification?”

"yes."

“Hmm.”

Liston scratched his chin.

The hair that had grown in one day made a rustling sound.

How can someone be afraid of something like that?

As I was thinking about this, Liston spoke with a look of understanding on his face.

“Why that toy?”