Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 163

Episode 163 Experiment… … [5]

“Ugh… … .”

Liston's command was strict.

It was as if it were some kind of fate that could never be broken, and it bound our senior Alfred's body.

The expression is a bit strange, but to put it simply, it means that they are just dying.

"shift."

“Ugh.”

Of course, Alfred wasn't the only one who died.

Joseph and Colin were going around doing some weeding.

To be honest, I felt sorry.

But I couldn't call it quits.

There's nothing I can do.

'Sepsis… … I didn't know it would progress this quickly. Can I survive this?'

Will it work?

Staphylococcus aureus… … .

This guy is really poisonous, isn't he?

If only I had penicillin, all I had was stale bread.

Is there anything more advanced there?

does not exist.

We asked chemists to analyze the ingredients, but somehow the results were lackluster.

Well, if it were easy, would it have been done in the 20th century?

“But, flat.”

While I was so lost in thought, Liston called me.

The expression was serious.

It seemed that it was finally starting to feel real that people could die.

“How long do I have to do this?”

"ah."

When I looked at my watch, ten hours had already passed since I started mowing the lawn.

Fortunately, all the children who appeared to have developed symptoms due to toxins have now gotten better.

In addition, the children suspected of being infected were definitely getting better than at night.

Maybe it was because the kids were so strong, or maybe it was because they were fed a somewhat diluted diet, but the results were good.

There were even four who showed no symptoms at all.

What the hell are those guys?

“For now, we have to keep going.”

“Be honest with me. Do you think you can survive?”

“That… … hmm.”

I looked back at the patient again.

He was a guy who, at first glance, seemed to be three or four years older than me.

He had a young face, but he was clearly dying.

Listening to the breathing, there was no difference.

“I don’t know yet.”

“I see. Hmm… … So, I have to keep doing this, right?”

Liston looked back at Joseph, who was taking turns mowing the lawn.

All around them, Alfred and Colin were sprawled out in sweat.

It would have been much better if it had been an ambu bag, but it seemed like it would be difficult to squeeze it out.

The only good thing was that the other guys were all getting better, so there was no need to run around like yesterday to get them water.

“Hey! What are you looking at? Why don’t you go and get some water?”

No, it's not that I like it, but…

It was right to say that this happened because Liston was fixated on the idea that he had to drink water to survive.

“Eek.”

“Yes, I will eat it!”

Some of them were drinking so much that it seemed like they were going to die because of the water.

But I didn't necessarily try to stop him.

I was young and I only drank water, but…

Huh? Aren't they the ones who beat them?

What would they do with water?

No, it won't work.

Then there is truly something wrong with this world.

I turned away from the gulping children and looked back at the patient.

'If we leave it like this, we'll die.'

It is clear that blood pressure is also dropping.

Since I don't have a proper blood pressure monitor yet, I can't get an accurate reading…

Anyway, my pulse was getting weaker.

Breathing is breathing, but no matter how much you breathe, if your blood pressure drops, the oxygen that enters your lungs won't go far, right?

'Sap… … I'm going to die this way or that. That's the situation.'

It's a do or die situation, that's what it was.

Did you notice that my gaze changed a little?

Or maybe you remember what I said before.

Blundell approached with shining eyes.

“Is that sap? The one you had before?”

“Ah… … yes. There’s just a little problem.”

“Why? I didn’t do that either.”

“As you know, there was some miasma in the water we drank, right?”

It can't be helped since it hasn't been sterilized.

If it's for drinking, there shouldn't be a problem.

If that were going to cause problems, humanity would have been extinct already.

No, I don't know about humanity, but all the people of London are dead.

“Oh, right. We checked.”

“It’s unreasonable to deny it now.”

Liston and Blundell nodded to my words.

If we take away the word miasma, it could be said that the concept of modern medicine was almost completely established.

If we go into specifics, of course there will be a lot of holes, but anyway… … .

‘Huh? Why am I crying… … .’

I guess this is the kind of situation where you would say you are deeply moved.

The hardships of the past few months, the anger and sighs that had built up inside me, emotions that I couldn't express in words flashed before my eyes like a revolving lantern.

“Oh, why are you like that?”

“Are you okay? Well, you were up all night.”

“I said you’re weak. Should I give you some opium tincture? If you take that and get a good night’s sleep, you’ll feel better.”

“Oh, is that so? Or is it because the blood is rushing in? Can you drain it for me?”

ah.

It's still a long way to go.

Anger became a new energy, making my heart pound with a thumping sound.

Before I knew it, the tears that had been welling up had subsided.

Opium and bloodshed.

There were still so many obstacles to overcome in this era.

“No, no. I’ll put in an IV for now. But there’s still a high chance of death. I’ll contact the family.”

“Yes, I will do that. I will call the priest too.”

“Shouldn’t we… call the police?”

No, no matter how you look at it, weren't we the ones who killed them?

I think it could be considered negligent homicide… … .

If you're just starting out and something like this holds you back, you're in big trouble.

It's a big deal when people die, but what would happen if people in this day and age disappeared?

It was clear that after countless deaths, history would continue as it had always done.

No, honestly, I still don't know if this is the Earth I used to live on.

The era of modern medicine as I know it may never come.

"police?"

"why?"

Contrary to my worries, the two of them looked like they didn't understand English.

“That… … person… … .”

“Dying during an experiment is no different from dying during surgery.”

"ah."

Well, people die here all the time, but the police almost never come.

Even so, they came not because someone died, but because of us.

I wonder if you guys are buying a corpse.

No, a body that has been consented to is fine, but I came here to ask if you are buying a body that has been stolen.

Unless it was something of that magnitude, our London police officers seemed too busy to come.

“Okay, then call me. Oh, right. I need someone to help me with this.”

“I’ll catch that.”

“Ah… … That, yes.”

Is there anything more trustworthy than Liston's promise to bring it?

That couldn't be the case.

Anyway, Blundell and I sent Liston away and brought back some distilled water.

'You can't just put it in. It's not a small amount… … .'

I had to sprinkle salt on it.

Just improved it.

Fortunately, the units here are a mess, but I've gotten used to it for a long time since I've only lived here for a day or two.

Even so, I have to convert it into scientific units that I am familiar with in my head… … .

Anyway.

“Why do you sprinkle salt?”

Blundell, who had been watching what I was doing with an eagle eye, asked.

The idea that I would learn anything and put it to use was conveyed.

Looking at things like this, it seems that doctors in this era were romantic.

Should I say that it is not just about making money, but a real sense of mission?

Or should we call it intellectual curiosity?

Anyway, there was something higher up there.

"that……."

Shit.

Aside from that, what else should I say about this?

If we start talking about osmotic pressure and blood concentration here, wouldn't it look too suspicious?

There is no research on that, let alone anything other than dissection…

Oh, and I did some surgery with a knife.

“If you sprinkle salt on the meat, it will last longer?”

“Oh, right.”

Regardless of my worries, my mouth, as a joke master, was naturally joking.

“I think the salt might have something to do with miasma.”

It's speculation.

No, that's true.

If you leave it near salt, most bacteria will burst and die.

But to make a direct connection between meat's longevity and spoilage, it was necessary to demonstrate that the spoilage was caused by bacteria.

“Hmm. That’s a possibility.”

But Blundell surprisingly nodded coolly.

Was my joke this good?

Or maybe you've already thought that far.

I don't know, but anyway, it was a good thing.

“Then put in a lot. Salt isn’t expensive.”

No, that almost didn't work out.

I was putting it in after thoroughly improving it, but I almost put in a handful more.

“In Joseon.”

“Joseon? Suddenly?”

“When measuring meat, I calculate everything.”

"re?"

“Oh, right. When you sprinkle salt.”

Was there something like this?

There probably wasn't one.

In the first place, meat-eating culture was not as common in Joseon as it is here.

But how could Blundell know such facts?

“Aha. If I listen to what you have to say, I really want to go to Joseon someday. It seems like a great country.”

“It’s a great country.”

Yes, this is patriotism.

Although it is largely a fabricated nationalism.

I guess I'm just a helpless Korean.

I spoke with my chest out without realizing it.

“Anyway, yeah. Well, if that’s what you think. But I still think that if salt kills miasma, then I’ll use salt to kill the miasma that’s already inside this guy’s body… … Hmm. I’ll have to try that later.”

I'll have to keep an eye on Blundell from now on.

The attitude of wanting to put what you have learned into practice is of course a very good attitude as a scholar, but as a doctor… … .

Doctors have to practice on patients.

Shoot salt?

what…….

If you shoot a small amount, it won't kill you right away… … .

Isn't it?

I'm not sure because I've never seen such a case.

"ego……."

Anyway, I put those worries aside for a moment and looked for the patient's blood vessel.

It wasn't impossible to find out if his blood pressure had dropped significantly.

If that had happened, I would have had to get another central venous catheter.

Given that all alcohol carries a higher risk of infection, it was best to avoid it.

'Right.'

After wrapping the poly, which was originally intended for use as a catheter, around my forearm to find a vein, I inserted the needle.

Since things like sap lines are something you can't find even if you look hard enough, you had to leave the needle in.

“Hold on tight.”

"uh."

Even though I didn't know what it was, just looking at it, I was certain that the patient would die if he moved and was stabbed somewhere, so the other two who were lying around came and grabbed the patient.

He was already unconscious, but there was a good chance that he would regain consciousness as the IV dripped in.

That was when I was worried.

Once before… … .

“I'll catch it.”

Then Liston appeared.

I actually caught a few of them.

“You guys, from now on, do this. Pour water.”

“Oh, yes.”

As soon as I saw him, I thought that there was no way the patient would ever move again.

Thanks to that, I was able to pour water with a much more relaxed face.

After some water had been added, the patient began to groan.

“Hold on tight… … .”

I tried to shout at him not to be shaken, but I soon had to keep my mouth shut.

“When… … did you hit me?”

"uh."

"ah."

The patient fainted.