Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 170

Episode 170: Sailing [3]

“Ugh, ugh.”

I really thought he was a sailor.

No, the gas is just going in and he's still awake and staring at me.

“Look at this kid’s eyes. I’m going to gouge them out with a spoon.”

“Ugh, ugh!”

But what can I do?

Now is not the time for that.

I didn't know that our professor would be this angry…

Anyway, thanks to your glaring eyes, Liston and the others finally figured out what really happened between me and this patient.

In other words, he was forced to hold on tight.

'I can't believe I'm doing this without some strong painkillers.'

Actually, I am not an orthopedic surgeon and the hospital I was at was so large that I didn't really have a chance to see patients from other departments.

Of course, I sometimes went to the operating room to play, but… … .

These are diseases that are seen in emergency rooms.

I saw it from the side because I was in a trauma center, but the only time I actually did anything was when I was a military doctor.

'at that time…….'

At first, fortunately, it was not a fracture, but a soldier with a dislocated shoulder.

Oh, it was fortunate for me, but it wasn't fortunate for the patient.

I should have learned something like that.

I know the general structure, but… … .

'I learned it through a video call from my brother in the emergency medicine department and put it in.'

As a result, I put it in.

I did all kinds of shit to deserve this, but if I hadn't taken the painkillers, one of us would have passed out.

I'm right, that guy is sick.

Fortunately, I had some painkillers that were strong enough to cause some discomfort, and some muscle relaxants, so I was able to manage it somehow.

'There's nothing right now. Even laughing gas… …to be honest, it doesn't really help with persistent pain.'

You might wonder if you can't do this after having abdominal surgery…

In fact, abdominal surgery is the most painful when you first get it done, and after that, when you touch the organs, it only gives a dull pain.

In contrast, bone pain… … .

No matter how much I think about it, I think that Guan Yu's story of cutting off his arm bones while alive is one of the biggest jokes on the continent.

That's definitely not the kind of pain a person can endure with willpower.

Just die.

“Okay, first of all, Professor.”

"huh."

“Here, please, move this desk leg.”

“Hit me with this?”

As I was trying to pull it off, I realized that this was a world without casts.

I need to put on a splint as soon as possible, but is there anything like that?

If I didn't make it, it would have been right to assume it didn't exist.

Fortunately, the legs of the desk were straight and would be good for replacement with a splint, so I suggested that. Liston used his amazing strength to lift the desk.

“Hey, Professor!”

The sailors nearby were also startled.

It was anchored to the floor so that it wouldn't shake in the crashing waves.

I had nailed it in, but as soon as I pulled on it, it came out with a crunching sound.

Surely this person should have been born a long time ago.

I think he would have been a king, not a general.

“Just the legs.”

“So. Hit it with your leg?”

“Oh, no… … I just want you to cut off my leg.”

“Oh, this guy’s leg? It’s his arm that’s broken.”

“No, no. The desk leg. Is that difficult for you to understand?”

“You speak strangely. Anyway… … .”

Look at me.

humming.

When did you pull it out, Carl?

And when did you get your leg cut off?

He must have been the kind of guy who would cut off a person's leg so shamelessly that he could cut off a desk leg in one stroke.

"ruler."

“Ah, this is on the floor. Over there!”

“Uh huh.”

Amidst everyone's surprise, Professor Liston handed over his leg with an indifferent expression.

I took it and gave it to Professor Blundell, who had just come to his senses.

Even though I was half-asleep, I could probably give it to him if he asked later.

Anyway, I prepared everything, including the basic splint and tie-up, and then sent a signal with my eyes.

It meant that it was about to start.

“Pull when I count to one, two, three.”

“Oh, okay.”

“This will be harder than you think. My arms are thick, and it’ll hurt… … It’ll take strength. I have to overcome that.”

“I’m really good at beating people.”

“Yes, I believe it.”

I said this, but honestly, I was half in doubt.

Cutting a desk leg with a knife is a different story.

There's a reason why they look at strength when selecting orthopedic residents.

Even though I've used all the medicines…

This is not easy.

'Still, I have no choice but to do it.'

If you don't do it, I'll have to cut off your shoulder, and then you die.

No matter what I do, I'm going to die.

So now it had to be done.

I clenched my teeth and shouted.

“One, two, three!”

"bout!"

“Huh!”

And at the same time, I pulled my arms while tightening my lower abdomen.

So did Joseph.

Liston was like that too… … Wow… … .

'This guy… … I found him now. He's an orthopedic surgeon!'

I just heard a tearing sound.

Luckily, it doesn't seem to have actually been torn… …but the skin was definitely stretched a bit.

bone?

The bone was roughly hit.

The sturdy muscles of the sailor's arms were no match for Dr. Liston's strength and simply sagged.

'I think my muscles might have been a little damaged… … .'

I saw it for the first time in my life.

Even if you give muscle relaxants, it won't work like this?

however…….

This is just… … .

Honestly, Joseph and I almost didn't need to be there.

I can't believe there's someone in the world who can do this all by themselves.

“But what’s wrong? Is it still cut? It looks better than before to me.”

“Oh, no. No. That’s too good. As expected from a professor. In Joseon… … it’s really difficult… … but in one go like this.”

“Haha. It’s embarrassing, but when it comes to putting in the effort, I’m second to none.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

There was a lack of faith.

This man is god.

No, if I go all the way to God, I will be crucified and betrayed… … .

I must have been like Xiang Yu in my past life.

“Give me your legs.”

“Uh huh.”

Even as I thought about that, I quickly moved to put a splint on the patient's arm and tied it tightly with a curtain that would serve as a bandage.

“Should I do it? Will I be tied up like that?”

It looked tight to me, but it looked a little loose to Liston.

I'm sure if I pulled that hard my arm would fall asleep.

If that's the situation that requires it, I'd ask for it, but… … .

Isn't it not a good idea to just tie this up tightly?

If you do that, your arm will die because the blood will not flow.

If you have a grasp of the concept of blood pressure, it is a thought that can come to mind naturally, and it is also something that you learn while rolling around like a dog and getting scolded while working as an emergency room intern.

You must make sure that the tips of your fingers are visible.

Because once it starts to turn purple, you have to let it go.

“Oh, no. This is another slander against Joseon.”

“Huh… … Joseon… … This is really interesting. At least it definitely looks better than before. Are the bones fused?”

“Oh, no. It takes a long time. I just adjusted the direction that was off.”

“Hmm… … On what principle is that so?”

Can I explain this principle?

I was lost in thought for a moment.

'I gave you a rough idea of the concept of pathogens. What can't you do?'

Of course, it was only for a very short time.

Come to think of it, going to Paris right now is just another joke.

Everyone except me probably thinks it's miasma, so I'm the only one joking among them… … .

Anyway, now that it has come to this point, there is nothing more I can do.

“Actually, in Joseon, it was just done empirically.”

In addition, I became very good at playing the gura.

The mystery of Joseon also grew day by day, and so there was no one who could contradict what I said.

“But I came here and did the dissection.”

“Uh huh.”

“Didn’t the professor teach you how to use your arms?”

“That’s right.”

“I made a mistake there and broke a bone.”

“Bones?”

"yes."

“Have you ever done that?”

Look at this.

I tilt my head, wondering if that has ever happened.

Now, whenever I talk, everything sounds plausible.

“Yes, yes. But then I did that and my arm muscles shrank a little.”

It's not that I shrunk because I died.

The muscle fibers simply return to the length that is most comfortable for them.

“Hmm?”

“If I were alive, I think it would have shrunk even more. Maybe… … Don’t the muscles contract? Look at this?”

“What are you looking at?”

“It’s because I have a small brain. Oh. Professor… … .”

“Yeah, that’s how it is. Muscles.”

I continued speaking while looking at the overwhelming force.

“Yes, yes. I think that the force of the contraction is what caused the broken arm bone to be misaligned like this. So… … .”

“Pull it back and match it, is that it?”

"yes."

“And that’s how you fix it?”

"yes!"

“It looks a little lacking… … Shouldn’t it be surrounded on all sides by something solid?”

and…….

Every time something like this happens, I think that there really isn't much difference in human intelligence between the 19th and 21st centuries.

No, at least Liston seems more talented than me.

If you teach well… … .

Although both his age and status were reversed, I dare say that if I could do that, I was confident that he would become an even more memorable doctor in history.

“Yes, I think so too… … but there’s nothing suitable.”

“That’s true. Every time something like this happens, I can’t ask the blacksmith to strike the iron… … Even if I make it, it’ll be too hot to use right away.”

“Yes.”

Is there such a thing as plaster?

I could barely hold back those words.

This was also something I could look into later.

There are so many things that you already have but aren't using, right?

“Is that… … done?”

“Yes, for now. But you must not move this at all, because if you do, you will have to readjust it. Just let it rest.”

During our conversation, a sailor mustered up the courage to intervene.

The target was suddenly looking at Liston's things.

That was understandable.

The images you just showed me were a bit like that, weren't they?

Anyway, I tried my best to explain.

“Oh, but this isn’t common, is it?”

“Huh? Oh… … Well, it’s not that rare.”

Then I asked what would happen if someone gets hurt like this again.

It was a closed fracture, so that's good. If it had been an open fracture, I would have really died.

The answer that came back, as always, was not so hopeful.

“I see. Let us pray.”

"yes."

So I put my hands together, and the sailor picked up the talisman.

I thought that if I were to be accused of being a witch and die later, I would have to tell her about the amulet I picked up when I got on the boat.

“Let’s go out for a bit. The view of the ocean is so nice.”

This was also a treatment, and I was resting because I was exhausted, but Liston woke Colin up by beating him and brought him outside.

I wanted to rest, but I didn't feel very good about being dragged out.

That was until I saw the sea.

"and."

“Isn’t there a sea like this in Joseon?”

When Liston saw me feeling better in the cool breeze, he said something ridiculous.

Well, we may not be as good as the UK, which is an island nation, but aren't we surrounded by the sea on three sides?

“Oh, no. It’s a peninsula. Like Italy.”

“Oh, I see. Anyway… … If we keep going like this, we’ll be in France in no time.”

“It’s not Paris, is it?”

“That’s ignorant talk. We’ll get off at Calais and take a carriage. It’ll take a few days there too. France is so big.”

France… … .

What kind of magical realm is that?

Better than London, right?

It'll get better.

It has to get better.