Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 162

Episode 162 Experiment… … [4]

The change was quite dramatic when the thug who had just said you would die if you drank the water started saying you would die if you didn't drink the water.

“Yes, yes, I will eat it!”

"yes!"

Aren't you already in a state of thirst?

Especially, those who had a fever would vomit back and forth, and at the same time, the fever would dry out their mucous membranes, making them even more thirsty.

"eww……."

However, I couldn't actively step forward because I didn't have the energy.

If I left it like this, I would probably die.

It had to be that way.

Originally, only the strong people in the world… … .

'No, no. This is too Liston-style.'

Suddenly coming to my senses, I shared the distilled water with my friends.

‘Starting tomorrow, I should add some salt.’

This was one of the reasons why oral feeding was superior to sap feeding.

If you're going to give it as sap, don't you need to adjust the concentration?

It may be possible since we are not in an era where measurement is impossible, but anyway, I was very anxious about further manipulation of this water.

In a situation where there was almost no concept of sterilization, let alone a method, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the more I touched something, the higher the probability of someone dying.

“Drink.”

"yes yes."

The fever rose a bit more in that short time.

‘This… … isn’t this really going to kill someone?’

<Dr. Liston kills a person during an experiment with Kim Tae-pyeong, a magician from Joseon.>

It's perfect as a headline too.

It's true, but I don't think it will actually make it into the newspaper.

I don't know if I should call this a blessing, but in the 19th century, death wasn't that unusual.

Besides, if a medical student died while working hard for the advancement of medicine, the police wouldn't come.

Well, if something becomes a topic of conversation, they'll come and give me compliments.

In reality, even while practicing dissection, people die quite frequently.

Fortunately, we are forced to provide gloves, so unless you have a serious headache, wearing them increases the survival rate, but other medical schools have decided that wearing gloves is the way of the apostles.

'They're the only ones dying.'

I took a deep breath and gave him some water.

It wasn't that there was little that could be done, it was just this.

If the patient is unable to swallow water on their own, which means they have pneumonia and need to be intubated, or they simply lose consciousness and there is a risk of aspiration pneumonia, then you will have no choice but to give them intravenous fluids.

Based on my experience of doing it once before, it is still absurd.

It was best to postpone it as long as possible.

“Ugh.”

“Okay, drink hard.”

I tapped the opponent's head, which was hot from the heat, and left the water behind.

After drinking water like that for a while, it was already midnight.

In the meantime, the drunkards were spewing out things here and there, and the classroom was filled with a foul stench.

“What the hell.”

Even Liston couldn't stand it and ran outside.

“There must be miasma in that smell too.”

"that……."

What happens if you say no here?

I don't know.

But one thing is certain.

I don't think anything good will happen.

“I think so.”

So I agreed.

Actually… … It’s true that places that smell bad are home to a lot of miasma, no, bacteria and viruses, right?

If we could teach them to deal with such things well and develop good habits, London could become a more livable place.

With positive thoughts in my mind, I returned to the lab with Dr. Liston and the others.

He had instructed them to ring the bell that Blundell had made in case he woke up from his coffin.

Since the product was originally designed to be long enough to be pulled underground, it was able to reach the research lab.

"phew."

“Is there really such a thing as going this far? It’ll get better if you drink water anyway.”

Finally, after checking that the paper was ringing properly, Liston chuckled.

The form was quite confident, as if he thought that all the infectious diseases in the world could be solved by drinking that water.

‘If I just leave this like this, I’ll torture you with water.’

Am I overreacting?

If you think this way, you don't know much about 19th century London.

Anything imaginable can happen here, and things that would be unimaginable to a 21st century human being happen every day.

“That… … It’s not certain yet. And if you survive with just water, the medicine… … .”

“Yes, I am preparing a new hypothesis. Clean water is the best medicine.”

ah.

I feel like I've heard this before.

It still exists in the 21st century.

People who smell a little bit of a jerk often say things like this.

And when you actually get there, they don't just sell water, they also sell something else…

'Liston is pure, so he won't expect money… … .'

Originally, the person who is clearly crazy is the scariest.

If there is an hidden motive, that motive can be fixed, but there is no cure for that kind of thing.

'Right now… … It's not like that.'

Since there was no other way, and I thought that if I didn't sleep while I could today, there was a high chance that I wouldn't be able to sleep at all, I just lay down.

It seemed like I was the only one who thought that way.

The rest were lying down, but they didn't seem to be thinking well.

He kept chattering away as if he were a middle school student on a retreat.

“If this is proven… … haha. I will really leave my name in history.”

“Can’t we all leave it behind? We participated in this experiment and led it.”

“Hahahaha! That’s right! It’s all thanks to the ratings.”

“Thank you, Pyeong.”

"thank you!"

okay…….

It's good to be grateful, that's it.

But I have to sleep… … .

You guys fed me something weird.

I think that infected patients are the ones who need a lot of attention.

Moreover, since they were fed something so strange that it was not just strange, it was completely unknown what would happen to these patients.

"ha ha ha."

“Hahahaha!”

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Either way, these guys were laughing out loud.

The sight was a little scary.

No, in the room next door, the kids you fed water are vomiting, having diarrhea, and having stomachaches. It's total chaos.

In the meantime, there are some kids who are excited… … .

“Should I sleep now?”

"yes."

Anyway, it was only after Liston, who could be considered the decision-maker in almost all matters, yawned while looking at the setting moon that everyone finally fell silent.

From now on, if you open your mouth, you die.

To whom?

To Liston.

If I really had that kind of brute force, I could have changed this era twice as fast.

I was about to go to bed after praying to relieve my regret for what I didn't have, when the rope shook.

no way.

It's been quiet until now.

I was thinking that either the Thames water was weaker than I expected, or the people of the 19th century were strong.

Tinkle, tinkle.

Now I was finally going to sleep, but the sound of the bell completely destroyed my expectations.

"under."

I'm angry.

I wasn't angry at the person who rang the bell.

I'm just upset about this situation.

Knock knock.

But what can I do?

I am a doctor and there is a patient over there.

There are patients for whom people would not be wrong if they thought I made them that way.

'fu*k.'

I walked, swearing inwardly, feeling wronged.

I wasn't alone.

Our ignorant 19th century doctors may be ignorant, but they are so great that they would not be outdone by any 21st century doctor in terms of passion.

Knock knock.

Anyway, I went inside where the paper rang.

I brought almost all the equipment I had created or modified in this hospital so that we could respond to whatever happened in the early hours of the morning.

water?

Water was also prepared in great quantity by enslaving Joseph, Alfred, and Colin.

Yeah, no matter what happens… … .

“Professor! I think I have trouble breathing!”

As I was trying to calm my mind, I saw the incarnation of the saint who rang the bell for another student even though it was clear that he himself was suffering from an ominous symptom of a bulging buttocks.

The face of the man lying there, panting, looked familiar.

This guy had a fever.

It still flies.

"stethoscope!"

A crude stethoscope, originally intended to be used to determine whether a person was dead or alive, answered my call.

It was some kind of magical word, and of course Joseph gave it to me.

I took off my top at the same time I put it on.

‘What are you doing, panting for breath like this, without even taking off your clothes…?’

Whew.

I couldn't help but sigh, but what could I do?

If you try to fix something like this, people will die.

'Oh my… … The intercostal muscles are already moving!'

It is the most obvious sign of acute respiratory distress.

If you leave it any longer, you will get cyanosis, and if you leave it any longer, you will die.

'pneumonia…….'

When I listened to the sound, it was muffled.

Fortunately, it didn't seem like the pneumonia was too severe, but it was hard to be sure about that.

In fact, it was when I was a military doctor that I first did a stethoscope properly.

At university hospitals, if something looks strange, they don't take pictures first. They don't do things like that.

"spile!"

“Huh? Intubation? But this… … .”

“There’s nothing I can do! Anesthetize me!”

“Oh, anesthesia. Got it!”

Colin ran over and brought the anesthesia gas.

Listening to the creaking sound of the water, I poured the liquor I had prepared in advance into my throat.

It would be better if there was pure alcohol… … but it keeps flying away.

In the 21st century, it was impossible to know how it was preserved.

Anyway, I kept pushing hard and it started to come out.

under.

Let's wash up!

'What a crowd… … .'

Even the queen, who was known for her obsessive-compulsive disorder, only washed once a month, right?

"knife!"

"yes!"

“Pull!”

"yes!"

Anyway, I, along with Joseph, who was now used to assisting and whose face had changed from that of a reckless man to that of a doctor the moment he saw the patient, stretched out the patient's neck.

Then they put an iron tube into the hole.

If this were to corrode inside, it would cause heavy metal poisoning, but I had no intention of leaving it in for that long, and now was not the time to think about something like that.

For now, we had to overcome the immediate crisis.

“Turn on the full moon!”

"yes!"

A bellows was connected to the pipe that went in like that.

It's literally mainly used in blacksmith shops, but no matter how I look at it, it seems impossible to make something similar to an ambu bag with current rubber manufacturing technology, so I decided to fix this and use it.

Shh.

Anyway, after putting it in like that, we started to dig in.

Since they only helped with breathing and not administering high-concentration oxygen, the effect wasn't as dramatic as what I experienced in the intensive care unit.

I thought that the reason things were getting a little better was because I was able to breathe outside, which had been suppressed by my sagging consciousness.

What do I do now?

As he was doing that, Alfred, who was mowing the lawn, asked with a sorrowful expression on his face.

“But, flat.”

"huh?"

“This… … Until when… … Until when will I do this?”

"ah."

There is no machine.

Liston read my bewildered expression and said what I had to say but did not want to say.

“Do it until I tell you not to.”

"ah."