Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 157

Episode 157 Now, let's start disinfecting more… … [3]

I came home first.

It wasn't my house, it was Senior Alfred's house, but now it was like my house.

Both landlords have benefited from my favor and are continuing to do so, so… … .

He said that he would have to repay the favor a little more later, but that he could at least live with peace of mind.

'This is… … more expensive than an average person's annual salary, right? Well… … I guess so. It's even more so because I'm being treated like a toy.'

I looked at the microscope on the desk.

The mansion never heard anything about the price, as Sir Damien had given it away without saying much.

Rather, Liston told me on the way here.

This is really expensive.

Even Liston, who had now become a true master of amputation and had made countless dollars, said that it was too expensive to buy recklessly.

'It's total luxury, isn't it?'

At first glance, it looked expensive.

Is it easy to cut glass?

So that the ratio increases exactly?

It couldn't have been easy to put that in the iron box.

Above all, the reason why it had to be expensive was because the microscope was perceived as a useless toy.

If this had some practical aspect, they would have made a lot of it and the unit price would have come down, but right now, aren't only some nobles using it to pass the time?

It was obvious that they were intentionally selling it at a higher price.

'The problem is that there are no slides… … .'

Originally, I was going to take it and see the bacteria right away on my hand.

But when I actually tried to do it, looking at my hand through a microscope was not an easy task.

However, it was not an easy task to rub it with a cloth.

This thing has curves, doesn't it?

It was dizzying because the focus was on one place and not on the other.

No, I guess it was dizzying, but I couldn't see what was there very well because of it.

Who would believe me if I said, 'There's fungus here'?

'Can I make a slide? I don't think I can… … .'

That was impossible.

First of all, it would be difficult to cut the glass that thin, and then you would have to cut tissue and stuff into it, right?

Will it work?

'It might work… … but not right now. Hmm… … Oh, right. Rainwater. You said you were looking into the rainwater, right?'

There is absolutely nothing wrong with the old saying that we must learn from history.

I gave up on the idea of a slide that would never be implemented right away and went outside.

But it didn't rain all the time or anything.

If that were the case, I wouldn't have doubted the being that sent me here, which must have been God…

Well, it didn't matter.

'The River Thames… … .'

The Thames River that leisurely runs through London.

Just looking at the name, it seems like it would be really stylish and cool… … .

When I actually got there, it was difficult to stand there for a long time because of the smell.

The word 'stink' is not enough to describe it.

Even the shit was blocked? It was just to the extent of letting it out.

London's population has grown like crazy and has long since passed its carrying capacity, and they are just squabbling away, what is this…?

'I'm glad I just took a shit. I'm glad I just took a shit… … .'

The problem was that it wasn't just about releasing poop.

All kinds of wastewater generated by the haphazardly developing industry were also flowing into the Thames River without any filtration.

Considering that there are quite a few people who use that as drinking water, humans are by no means weak beings.

Even like this, you won't die.

I'm really praying that he will die, but he won't die…

“The Thames River… …?”

So it was not at all surprising that the coachman reacted in this way to my suggestion that we go to the Thames.

The coachman asked again, his face looking like it embodied the word 'trembling'.

“Why on earth are you there… … ?”

You looked like you would have beaten him up if you weren't the boss or the benefactor of the young master.

I hope you'll stop saying that this is an excessive speculation.

19th century London wasn't as easy as you think!

“This is something we do to advance medicine.”

“I’m Jinbogo Nabal and I’m a bit… … .”

“Are you working with Dr. Liston?”

"ah."

The coachman's face changed dramatically.

Liston?

Liston… … ?

“Are you talking about… Dr. Liston?”

A person who had just been straightening his shoulders and expressing his discontent suddenly hunched over.

Should I say that he has a face that looks like he could die if you hit him with something?

Before I knew it, both hands were clasped together politely.

When I see things like this, I realize that he really didn't have much manners.

It would be polite to do the same thing to someone you are afraid of, even to someone you don't have to be afraid of.

“I will… … serve you.”

“Yes. Let’s go.”

"yes yes."

The carriage soon moved forward with a rustling sound.

The mansion we were in was in a pretty nice location, so it didn't smell or anything right away.

The distance was one thing, but I thought it might have been the lungs of the people in between that filtered it out.

There's a human air purifier running around, this is it… … .

'Whew…….'

What's the difference between this and saying, "Let's drink to beat fine dust"?

I shook my head and looked outside.

As always, it was a bleak scene.

It was such a mess that the word overdevelopment doesn't even begin to describe it.

Factories were built right next to where people lived.

Even the factory itself was a hazard.

Look at that, look at that.

'Those crazy guys… … I told you not to make white phosphorus matches… … And they're sitting there making them again.'

No, fu*k… … .

I told you not to do that, huh?

The problem is that it catches fire… … .

The smoke is poisonous.

'ha.'

Andersen's The Little Match Girl immediately came to mind.

I keep saying this, but what he saw wasn't imagination, it was a hallucination, a hallucination.

Is that all?

Chronic exposure caused bone erosion.

'Should I start preparing for that too? …?'

London is a little less troubled because of the mayhem caused by Mr. Liston and his uncle, but in this era of capitalism, money is literally everything.

Money can buy anything, that's what they say…

Since white phosphorus matches are cheap and consumers prefer them because they light quickly, I heard that there is a factory just outside of London.

france?

They were the original in the first place.

Northern Europe including Denmark?

The writer of The Little Match Girl was Andersen, a Danish man.

"cadet."

What woke me from my reverie was none other than a foul smell.

It didn't just smell bad, it smelled dangerous.

'Will the fungus survive this?'

Before I came, I thought I would be 100 percent confident, but once I got here, my confidence slowly began to dissipate.

It was because of the sight that everything seemed deserving of death.

Black waves surging… … .

The smell comes through even when you block your nose.

“Ahh. Here… … Ahh. Take care of business quickly!”

The groom also shouted, momentarily forgetting his fear of Liston.

I had no intention of saying anything.

I don't know how long the Thames River will continue to be in this state…

Anyway, it is the river of hell itself that descended upon humanity.

“Oh, oh. No, Master! If you go there, you’ll die!”

I also wanted to leave in a hurry, so I ran downstairs carrying the iron can I had brought from the mansion.

The coachman stopped me when he saw me like that.

But that doesn't mean he came down and stopped me or anything.

I was just watching.

Well… … I guess you don’t want to die, so you have to understand.

'eww…….'

The Thames River seen up close was truly horrifying.

As I found out, it wasn't like this from the beginning.

Rather, it seems that water quality was managed to some extent during the Middle Ages.

However, it began to deteriorate rapidly after the Industrial Revolution, but I heard that until the early 1800s, just 20 years ago, salmon alone were caught in good quantities, with tens of millions of fish being caught.

'I heard that salmon is all dried up these days?'

Normally, such a drastic change would make you wonder if something was wrong, but surprisingly, no one seemed to care.

Far from improving, it was only getting dirtier.

"eww."

Anyway, I managed to get some water and ran upstairs.

There were people on the riverbank, and they all looked dangerous.

I don't know if I should say it's fortunate… … .

No one had the energy left to come near me.

“No, here. This water. Do you want to drink this water?”

“No. Are you crazy?”

“I’m not even going to drink this, so why… …?”

“For now… let’s go. I think I’ll collapse if I stay any longer.”

“Oh, yes, yes. Let’s go.”

The coachman moved immediately as if he had been waiting.

Right away.

“Oh, this.”

“Oh, I’ll be careful.”

He started off abruptly, as if he wanted to get away as quickly as possible.

I almost spilled water doing that.

I, too, was a coachman who had to manage the carriage and really let out a deep sigh.

I'd rather pee than use the Thames water…

It's not even sewage, it's something more strange.

I once read in an article that entire species of fish, including some hardy fish that could survive in muddy water, were wiped out in the Thames River within the 19th century.

I don't know if it's now or when…

Right away.

Because of that, we ran very slowly.

Still, the smell of water rising from the iron barrel and the rattling carriage almost made me feel seasick.

“Oh, where on earth is the flat… … uh.”

“What the… … hmm.”

When I got home, Alfred and Joseph tried to welcome me, but then they walked away.

I got used to it so I didn't notice, but it seemed to have an incredibly bad smell.

what…….

It may seem strange, but this is all for the advancement of medicine.

I felt like I couldn't stand it if I didn't think about it, so I headed straight to my room, scooped up a little bit of Thames water, and placed it on my microscope.

'I'll have to clean it thoroughly before I give it to Sir Damien.'

I think I'll just leave it in the warehouse anyway… … .

But if it smells, I won't like it.

'phew.'

I looked into the microscope with a sigh.

Normally, this would not be something you could just see, but would have to be searched for here and there.

But this is… … .

This was a bit different.

"and."

I'm not the type of person to talk to myself like that, but I couldn't help but sigh.

Fungi… … .

There were so many, and the variety was really diverse.

Among them, the one that stands out the most is E. coli.

Why is E. coli called E. coli?

It is E. coli that lives in the large intestine.

There were so many of them that I thought it would be similar to just looking at poop.

"and……."

Not only that, there were many other fungi.

E. coli is a bacteria that is well-known even to those who are not pathologists, so you would recognize it, but I don't know what the other ones are.

One thing was certain: it was dangerous.

'No, no. For now.'

Warning of dangers on the Thames?

It was still too early.

The first thing to do now was to get them to disinfect.

“Hey, you all come here!”

“Huh? I don’t like it.”

“It smells… … .”

“Oh, look!”

“Ah… … I don’t like it… … .”

“What is it?”

First, I showed it to my disciples.

“What is this?”

“In my opinion… … .”

I almost said fungus.

After barely swallowing it, he opened his mouth.

“I wonder if this is miasma.”

“Hey… … No matter how bad it smells, it’s still Thames River water. With so many miasmas, many of them must have died already.”

Dead, dead!

I don't know, but I'm sure tens of thousands of people die every year because of water!

I held my racing heart and calmly thought about what I should say and what I should say.

I can do it.

Because he's a joke master.