Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 158

Episode 158 Now, let's start disinfecting more… … [4]

“Just take a look. Let’s talk after we take a look. I’m still just guessing.”

“Hmm.”

“Well… … Since that’s what you said, I guess I’ll take a look.”

The two of them stared into the microscope, their eyes glued to my words.

I felt like I could read his mind because he was so reluctant.

these guys.

I really… … .

Huh? Don't you know how frustrating it is?

How long do I have to keep doing this kind of thing called miasma?

“Yeah, this. What is this… … It looks strange.”

“Maybe it’s just here?”

The two appeared indifferent even as they looked at the clearly visible pile of E. coli.

You little shi*s… … .

Yesterday, you could almost say that it was just a pile of shit.

I think that in the near future, London will be hit by diarrhea, and I'll bet every hair on my head.

It wasn't an easy choice, but I'm confident about it.

If the water we use for drinking is in this condition, it can't be helped.

“What if the things we see here are also observed in the corpses that we are certain are miasma lumps?”

Anyway, I continued speaking, barely able to suppress my anger.

When the subject of corpses came up, Alfred, who had almost died because of it once, became even more serious.

“Um… …Can you see this there too?”

“Yeah. It’s not visible anywhere else.”

“Then… … To some extent… … Hmm. Is that possible?”

“That’s right. It could be. It might not be, but… … If it is, then medicine will advance once again. Because we will discover the identity of miasma.”

“That’s true. Now that I think about it, I’m a little excited.”

Joseph, on the other hand, still had a shit-chewing face.

It could be because of the smell.

Just when I thought I was getting used to it, a faint smell of poop started to tickle my nose from somewhere.

“No, but… … hmm. Is that so… … ? I’m not sure.”

What you don't know doesn't mean it's important.

You are nothing more than a speck of dust in this world.

I don't know what will happen later… … .

That's how it is now.

“Of course, I don’t know now. But isn’t it a problem if we don’t try new things because of that kind of thinking? Look at our professors. How enterprising they are.”

The biggest problem is that in most cases it is conservative and in some strange cases it is enterprising… … .

Anyway, aren't there people who are constantly trying new things?

For example, Blundell.

Dr. Liston did the same.

No, isn't it really surprising that they found appendicitis during the dissection?

Certainly, since this was a time when little was established, people's thinking seemed to be somewhat more flexible.

“Well, that’s true. It’s not that difficult.”

“That’s right. So remember this well. I’ll draw a picture of it… … Let’s take a look at the body too.”

“Okay, let’s do that. Then sleep well.”

"uh."

"ah."

"why."

“Pour that water away. It smells so bad. What if it’s a mass of miasma, as you say?”

"ah."

Yeah, good job.

By the way, I've had a bit of a headache since a while ago.

I thought it was because of these guys, but in fact, I've been used to getting headaches because of these guys for a long time.

In that case, the culprit would have to be this water.

So I threw the iron can out the window.

It was almost like throwing shit at someone, but it was clear that no one would care.

Because in London at this time, stench was pretty much the default.

“Um… … Shit water… … You’re saying that when you look at the Thames River water under a microscope, this is what you find?”

The next day, as soon as the sun rose, I took my microscope and the drawing I had made yesterday and went to see Dr. Liston.

I can look into the body as I please, but the problem is what happens after that.

Yes, the same bacteria, miasma, were seen in both organisms.

But what do you want me to do?

'Wouldn't the answer come out if we talk about it? Even if we were to do animal testing, we'd have to catch something or buy something… … .'

Even after something was proven, Liston was a must-have item if you wanted to force disinfection on other guys.

There's no use in me talking about it alone, right?

But what if London's First Inspector General steps in?

All the mountains, rivers, and plants would tremble and wipe their hands and all their items.

In that case, it would have been advantageous to involve Liston from the beginning of the experiment.

“Yes. If this is present on the corpse, wouldn’t it be possible to hypothesize that miasma is something of this form?”

“Hmm… … But then you need evidence that this something is causing the inflammation?”

"that……."

I thought about it again.

Research isn't necessarily something that can be done only in a forward-looking manner, that is, by starting work from now on.

Isn't there something called retrospective research?

So, if we go somewhere and gather people who are sick and drink Thames River water… … .

“Well, I guess there is a way.”

oh.

Is this Liston?

Is it possible that a genius isn't a genius?

Did you come up with something similar when the term retrospective study doesn't even exist yet?

“Anyway, let’s take a look. It’s a plausible hypothesis. I personally hope it’s true.”

As expected, it's Liston.

What's the reaction?

It's completely different from our lowly disciples.

Even though he already has a high position, his heart is completely open.

“Haha, I only trust you, hyung.”

“I already thought it was strange. A microscope? You’re not the type of person to joke around and say things like you’re an outstanding person. This kind of hypothesis. It’s been a while since I’ve gotten excited.”

“You are too kind. It is all thanks to you, hyung. If it weren’t for you, how could I have borrowed the microscope?”

“Haha. Here we go again.”

Liston entered the anatomy lab, chuckling.

In one corner lay a corpse that I had dried in formalin.

It was mainly a corpse that I used to slowly teach my disciples about the structure of the human body, but despite having it, I was still receiving a small number of corpses on a regular basis.

It's fortunate that we're doing this with everyone's consent…

'I don't like it. But… … .'

It is true that having such a corpse makes surgical practice easier.

Since this is a time when there is no basic knowledge, isn't the cadet training not very meaningful?

In order to teach everything from the beginning and practice again, there was no other way than to practice on a corpse that was as similar to the human body as possible.

“Shall we do this?”

Anyway, Liston is the rest of the body.

So, I picked one of the delivered corpses and poured out the liquid that was inside it.

Now that I think about it, the smell of the lab was truly fantastic.

It was already terrible, but with the smell of formalin added to it, it couldn't be helped.

“Yes, that’s good.”

But of course, I and others are not weak enough to be swayed by things like smells, so I was able to just get out and drink some water.

I just poured it onto the bottom of the microscope.

'Damian Kyung… … I'm sorry.'

The more this happened, the more I felt sorry for Sir Damien, but what could I do?

So this is how he got the proper surgery, right?

Considering that I was urinating, wouldn't it be okay if I didn't even return the microscope?

'No, no. Why would I be like Liston… … .'

I looked inside, reflecting on how 19th century it seemed.

"also."

It was teeming with germs.

I did see some dead cells here and there, but I decided to ignore them for now.

I did that because I thought it would be a waste to try to convince someone of something too complicated all at once.

“Look carefully.”

"hmm."

The one who came up behind me was Alfred, who had seen the same thing yesterday.

“Oh… … this.”

“Oh, really, this is it.”

These guys are making a fuss though… … .

To be honest, the bacteria I saw most often here weren't E. coli.

Most of them were Staphylococcus aureus, but fortunately the magnification was not so great that I could see each individual bacteria properly.

All you can see is the gathered appearance, that's what I mean, but if you only look at it that way, unless you know everything properly, they can't help but all look similar.

The picture was also drawn to be intentionally ambiguous.

'This is a white lie… … .'

I looked up at the sky in secret and asked for forgiveness for my sins, and offered Liston a seat.

He had a tense look on his face.

That would be the case, isn't it because there is a possibility that Miasma's true identity may be revealed?

I knew from the beginning that it was all nonsense, and the guys behind me are still lacking in the medical field, so I'll let that go.

It was a pivotal moment for Liston, who had devoted half his life to medicine.

"her……."

Maybe that's why.

Once Liston set his eyes on the microscope, he never took them off.

Even though a lot of time had passed, he was only saying things like "huh", "ha", and "ha."

“This is it… … I can really see it from here too.”

“Yes. If this is indeed miasma. If it is indeed causing illness… … From now on, any place where something similar is observed will have to be wiped out.”

“It’s not in the air… … It’s not a smell… … . Huh. Yeah, it’s been said for quite some time that invisible microorganisms can be seen when looking through a microscope. Connecting it like this… … Hmm.”

Even after Liston took his eyes off the microscope, he continued to utter words like "huh," "ha," and "ha" even while talking to me.

I understood his feelings, so I just looked at him.

If we are to conduct any kind of retrospective study, wouldn't his help be absolutely necessary?

'There's no way ordinary people would just tell you whatever you ask them to tell you… … .'

I had to look good, so I tried to keep quiet, but Liston finally opened his mouth with a normal face.

“Rather than doing this here, we need to check whether this is really the correct hypothesis.”

“Yes, yes. I have an idea… … .”

“Follow me. I have to go get some water.”

“Huh? Uh… What kind of water is it?”

“The River Thames.”

"huh?"

what?

In the meantime, I was able to come across Liston, who had brought water from the Thames.

He didn't stop there, he crossed the hospital corridors carrying a bucket full of sewage, or rather, river water.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Classroom.”

“Classroom… … ?”

Why is that?

The moment I heard the line about the classroom, this chosen Colin came to mind… … .

Could this be a coincidence?

No, it won't be.

It shouldn't be… … .

No, right?

Right, Lord?

I walked along Liston with a prayerful heart.

Maybe it was because he was so tall, but I had to almost run to keep up with him even when he was just walking.

Knock knock.

The problem was that I caught up but was already inside.

“Something… … this smell.”

The one standing on the podium was, of all people, Blundell.

Liston looked at Blundell and the students, who were holding their noses, and his face became grave.

“This is the moment when a discovery as great as the discovery of anesthetics… no, an even greater discovery. Is there anyone who would like to drink this?”

It was a truly absurd request, but every student in the classroom raised their hand.

“Me, me!”

“Me!”

Lord… … .

Are you somewhere there?