Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 165

Episode 165 Upturn [1]

fly.

Paris… … .

If this were 21st century Korea, once a decision like this was made, we would have had to book our plane tickets right away.

And then you could leave almost immediately?

I don't think you had any particular concerns.

“Pee-young. Joseph. You both go to Upton. You should say hello to your parents.”

But in this era, things were a little different.

Although travel has become much safer compared to the Middle Ages.

It is said that the sea route between London and France is a place where pirates cannot possibly exist.

It was a time when people could die just by going back and forth from a distance.

'No… … No. In fact, a person can die at any time.'

If I was unlucky, I could die tomorrow.

This is still true in the 21st century, but the weight of those words is different.

Here, people just keep dying, regardless of age.

“Yes, thank you, sir.”

“What’s the thank you? I’ve prepared a carriage for you, so take it and go.”

"oh my."

“Oh my. You know how I’ve been using it without even realizing it because it’s so easy on my mouth? Anyway, condoms and gloves are selling surprisingly well. People who do autopsies and work with graves buy a lot. Thanks to that, I’m making some money.”

“Still… … Anyway, I’ll be back safely.”

“Yes. Don’t worry about going to Paris. I’m an expert on where to go, so I’ll make sure to prepare everything. I’ll also prepare for Dr. Liston and Professor Blundell, so you can just go.”

"yes."

Fortunately, although it was unfortunate that I fell into this era, I met many good people.

No, really, if even one person around me had been a bad guy, this would have been a disaster.

Sir, you could honestly just keep your mouth shut and not give me a penny, but you're giving me one anyway.

I felt incredibly comfortable because they even took care of this and that.

Liston?

If that person is your enemy… … .

'and…….'

I don't even want to imagine it.

No matter what I did, it wouldn't be of much use?

No, maybe he got hit by that sword.

“Hey, what are you thinking about? It seems like you’re thinking about something bad.”

As I was lost in thought, Joseph spoke to me.

We were already close to each other, but after coming here, we became really close like family, so it seemed like we knew each other just by looking at each other.

No, perhaps it was natural to make such a prediction.

When I come here and am alone, I wonder if it is strange in its own way that my thoughts are bright and hopeful.

“No, well. I’m a little worried about going to Paris.”

“Worried? Well… I’ve heard that French people are bad guys.”

Should we also be concerned about the fact that the French are bad guys?

Well, I'm not sure.

Napoleon passed away too.

There was also a revolution.

hmm…….

Is that the problem?

No, well, we were at war with England at that time… … .

'If you feel good, it's even stranger.'

I don't know much about it, but isn't it a situation where people are fighting over colonies all over the world?

Then it turns out that they aren't all really bad guys.

If you're not feeling well, you usually call someone that.

Besides, I was going to be really close to Dr. Liston.

If I did that, a lot of resentment would build up, but it was okay.

There will only be unresolvable grudges.

Who would dare to attack Liston?

“It’s okay though. I’m going to a conference, so what could go wrong?”

Now I see that Joseph looks a little scared.

My hands and feet are shaking, really.

'Well, that could be possible.'

I've been abroad quite a bit, haven't I?

Just for tourism, I've been to Southeast Asia, Japan, and Hong Kong many times…

What if I do everything including going to the academic conference?

How many times in the US alone?

Compared to me, our Joseph is a country bumpkin from Upton.

I couldn't help but be nervous about going abroad.

“I’m more worried about my stomach.”

"ship?"

uh…….

Now that I think about it, I've never been on a boat before.

I'm starting to feel a little anxious.

Joseph continued speaking while looking at me like that.

“Did your father ever tell you about his trip to Ireland?”

“Oh, I know. My dad was fixing things for me.”

“Right. Thanks to that, you were able to travel with peace of mind… … Anyway, the ship was hell.”

"hell?"

In 21st century Korea, the word hell is used quite a lot.

But that wasn't possible here.

No, we are all believers, so how can we use the word hell so carelessly?

It was both a blasphemous word and a fearful word.

But suddenly?

“Oh, oh. That’s not an exaggeration… … Father… … I still wake up sometimes and say, “I’m not on a boat! I got off a boat!” Actually, if you brought in Islay whiskey and sold it, you could have made more money, but you can’t. It’s too hard to ride a boat.”

“Ugh.”

mister…….

So, it could be said that Joseph's father was the personification of tenacity.

It would make sense, because it would take a lot of effort for a Quaker to settle down near London.

Even though they were Quakers who abstained from alcohol, they sold alcohol.

So he was a person who was despised even among Quakers.

'It was almost like a small Liston.'

Now I see, that's what happened.

He was a great man.

Well, that's why our family accepted him and took good care of him.

But even that old man developed a fear of ships… … .

'No, but isn't it a steamship now? Isn't a steamship better?'

I should have been on a boat before I died.

Even if you say you've been on a ship, it's just a cruise ship.

Oh, and sunset yacht too.

The professor said he wanted to see it, so I saw it with him… … .

It wasn't a very good memory, so I erased it right away and recalled what my friends had said.

-Hey, the Navy is the worst.

-Hey… … Have you ever been on a boat?

-I'm in the Gulf of Aden.

Yeah, that's right.

All the kids on the boat were like that.

At the time, I thought it was useless military pride and didn't even think about listening to it properly, but I think I should have listened to it a little.

“Hey… … We’re all here. I’m going to stay here and go with you tomorrow. Is there anywhere we can have a drink?”

As soon as the subject of boats came up, Joseph and I became eerily quiet.

As I was keeping silent like that, it was already Upturn.

Has it been three hours?

Even though it was so close, it only took a few months to get here.

'Yeah, I've been really busy.'

Usually, saying I'm busy is an excuse, but not this time.

I've been really busy.

“Oh, my family runs a brewery. If you want some alcohol, I can just give it to you.”

“Oh? Oh, right. That’s right! Hahaha!”

Unlike us, who were all groggy and worried about the boat, the coachman was laughing and talking about drinking.

When I told him that I didn't know where to sleep, he said that I could sleep anywhere since I was drunk and would probably sleep anyway.

It was truly an era of gentlemen.

We left the man behind and headed home.

Strictly speaking, we were headed to our respective homes, but since there was no fence and we were used to eating together on the street, we sat at the same table this time too.

“Taepyeong-ah! How have you been? I’ve heard stories from you often. You’re really amazing.”

First, my father greeted me with a pleasant smile.

As someone who could easily persuade her mother, who wanted to become a nun, to leave her in the womb, her smile was still charming.

I was worried that I would age rapidly in a few months, but thankfully I did.

“Eat kimchi, kimchi. Why have you lost so much weight!”

First, my mother stuffed kimchi into my mouth.

If this was my past life, I would have been very angry… … .

“It’s so delicious… … .”

For my mouth, which had been overworked by British food, especially London food, kimchi was almost a delight.

“Here, there’s bulgogi.”

"Bulgogi!"

Joseph, I won't say anything about why you're making a fuss.

In London… … .

No matter how I look at it, these kids seem to be doing it on purpose, but they have a knack for making even beef taste bad.

When you look at what these so-called chefs are putting out… … .

“Mother, Father… … What did we actually eat?”

Joseph began to lament as he inhaled kimchi, bulgogi, kimchi pancake, and various vegetables as if he were possessed by a Korean.

It was obvious that he was planning to talk about the dinner the director had bought for him before he came here.

Yeah, that was a shock.

“Cucumber… … cucumber fish… … .”

“What does that mean?”

The old man was also embarrassed by the absurd words that followed.

Even though he is British, he had long been accustomed to his mother's Korean food, so he found the combination unacceptable.

“With that, jelly… … .”

“It seems like you guys did something big wrong.”

“No! No, Father! They… … they eat it and say it’s delicious!”

“That makes sense.”

The old man laughed and said that maybe the kid was joking around more since he came back from London.

Joseph's heart pounded hard at those words.

It was no use trying.

It was such a grotesque feast of food that even I, who was there at the time, thought it was a dream.

“Haha, just kidding.”

“You punk, I’m sick of it now.”

Joseph looked at me, weary of this reaction, and I shook my head in resignation.

“Anyway, you guys are adults now, so why don’t you drink?”

The old man looked at us like that and then got up with a laugh.

Then the woman shouted at the back of my head.

“Hey! Be careful! You’ll get a stomachache again!”

huh?

“What is this?”

Why does my stomach hurt when I eat something?

My father, who noticed my questioning face, quickly got up.

“Brother, brother. I’ll take it.”

“Hehe. I still have the best strength.”

“My stomach hurts. It looks strange to me that it’s bulging out.”

Stick out?

“Uh… … Pyeong-ah, why you? You’re weak. Go inside.”

Before I knew it, I was awake.

No, it wasn't to that extent, it was right between my father and my uncle.

I thought I had grown a lot, but when I stood next to him, I still felt a little small.

Indeed Little Liston… … .

“No, no. I just wanted to check out the boat.”

“If you look at it, what… … Oh, you’re a doctor. You became a professor?”

No, Liston, the old man shook his head and tried to take it, but instead he opened his stomach first.

“But it has to be a ship. If you touch this place, you’ll die.”

He was talking nonsense.

No, to be honest, it was a very rational decision in the 19th century.

Yeah, here it's right to just not touch anything, not the ship.

But I am an exception.

“I’m not.”

“Haha. You punk. There was a time when I was just like you. I was proud that the wine I made was the best… … But after drinking that damn French wine, it was a little different.”

The old man regarded my words as the presumption of a young man.

I should have brought Liston.

As I was doing that, an unexpected savior appeared.

“Father! The reputation is right. This child is truly a genius.”

“These guys in pairs… … .”

“How else would you have become a professor? And you know Alfred, right?”

“I know. You said he was my senior.”

“It’s also a good thing that I saved that senior when he was almost dying from stomach pain. I’m currently researching stomach surgery with Dr. Liston.”

“Huh… … Really? Then where do you want to go?”

That's how I was able to see the old man's stomach.