Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 176

Episode 176 Cholera [1]

"cadet."

I just couldn't wait.

I went to the bathroom every so often to get rid of the miasma… no, the toxin that had entered my body.

I tried to speak quite politely, but you could just say I was having diarrhea.

One thing that kept on bothering me was whether it would be better to open the window or not.

There must have been molecules from my body flying around in this room.

Well then, normally you would have to open the window… … .

No matter how I look at it, it seems like it's the same outside, right?

'fly…….'

I think London is better than Paris.

The Seine is one step above the Thames.

dripping.

As I was thinking that, someone knocked on the door.

Of course it had to be Berlioz.

How did you know?

The carriage has arrived.

“Oh, yes.”

“How are you… … Huh? Why are you so haggard?”

“Haha. Change the water a bit.”

“Ah… … Well, that could be true. I also had a hard time when I went to Austria.”

"ah……."

Austria is not much different, that's what I'm saying.

Hasty generalizations are dangerous, but that doesn't seem to be the case in Europe right now.

I think you could just say that Europe is hell.

“Anyway, let’s go.”

“Oh, yes. But… … .”

When I came outside, the smell got worse.

It's weird.

Is this normal?

I don't think that's possible.

No matter how strong the 19th century people were, this was a bit… … .

“Is this what the Seine River actually smells like?”

“Ah. No. No, it’s still bad. But it’s gotten worse since yesterday.”

“Since yesterday…?”

“Oh, that’s right. Dr. Liston gave me a hint that the police had caught the dismemberment murderer. But I heard he’d already killed several people?”

Why would Liston appear here?

No, since I was involved in it, I was really interested.

“Uh… … Really?”

“Yes. That’s why it’s almost like a festival atmosphere right now.”

“That and the smell… … ?”

“The newly crowned king must also need to win over the people’s hearts, and he must think this is the time. He has given us food and drink, and everyone is eating a lot. If you eat a lot, you will poop a lot, right?”

"ah……."

Is this how it's connected?

In fact, if I lived in South Korea, I would not have understood it.

Does it make sense that cheap water flows straight into the river?

But surprisingly, the 19th century was such a time.

Not only that, but the river water is directly used as a water supply… … .

“Anyway, let’s go. The atmosphere is good right now, so I think the performance will be a success. Chopin, that guy is lucky.”

“That’s good.”

Rather than saying he was lucky, it would be more accurate to say that he was just a cool person.

Chopin… … .

I'm already a fan of Jo Seong-jin…

The problem was whether I would know any of Chopin's songs, since he was probably only twenty years old.

Even though it was an unfamiliar song, I had high expectations that it would be good since it was Chopin's song.

More than anything, I was excited at the thought of meeting Chopin face to face.

I couldn't get too excited though, my stomach still hurt a little.

Besides, if you think about it, all the people I met yesterday, including Berlioz in front of me, were great people.

'At this point, I guess I'm glad I came?'

Although I was shocked to see the corpses and the shit on the streets as soon as I arrived in Paris, didn't I clearly see that my artistic spirit burned even in such a situation?

Right away.

Perhaps because I had fought so hard, I was a bit out of my mind, and I was also confused by the smell of the river that I had helped with, but the carriage continued on without much concern.

I saw a few people vomiting around me, and next to them there were a ton of drunk pedestrians.

In some ways, it was fortunate.

You're not sick, you're just throwing up because you're drunk?

Well, you could say that being drunk is painful to some extent.

“Uh huh.”

“Why is it so fast!”

Among them, there were even some who jumped at the carriage and ended up getting angry instead.

Oh my… … .

Why would a guy who has shit on someone get angry at someone who has dirty clothes?

No, this is just a case of the opposite s*x.

Of course, that doesn't mean we were running slowly.

It was running so fast that if it hit properly, it would definitely kill a person.

Anyway, we arrived in front of a very old-looking building.

Berlioz's profile, looking up at it, seemed to have a certain saintliness about it.

“This is the Paris Conservatory.”

“Ah, here it is.”

I too was deeply moved.

If I had talent, I would have majored in music too.

In the end, I remained just an observer, but even to me, this was a special place.

'Berlioz and Debussy in front of my eyes… … and this is the music academy where Seong-jin Cho came from.'

Who would have thought that I would set foot here before Debussy or Cho Seong-jin?

“I guess you really like music.”

“Oh, yes. I think it’s a gift from God.”

It may be a bit exaggerated, but considering the times, it wasn't wrong.

Aren't we living in an era where medicine is not helpful but rather harmful to the dying?

In contrast, music has always been a source of comfort.

And right now, that was probably for the best.

“Haha. This is it. This is so good. Anyway, please come inside.”

"yes."

Coming from London, it feels warm, but objectively speaking, it's not that warm.

Since the clothes I was wearing weren't very good, I got out of the carriage and started wandering around, absorbed in the scenery, but soon after, I felt a cold wind.

Fortunately, it was quite warm inside.

As expected from Paris, the city of art, the music conservatory did not spare any expense.

It was a pleasure to listen to what appeared to be an orchestra practicing.

“You must have heard the story. This person is Doctor Pyeong. He is a nobleman from Joseon.”

“Ah… … Hello. My name is Chopin and I am from Austria.”

“Oh, I’ve heard a lot about it.”

And then I was introduced to Chopin.

Actually, I just listened to the music and wasn't really interested in what it looked like.

When I think of Chopin, the image that comes to mind is Seong-Jin Cho, so doesn't that say it all?

'You're so skinny. You must be about 170cm tall… … .'

If I say 170, you might think it's a bit small, but for this age, it's considered pretty big.

Schubert, who passed away about two years ago, was said to be about 150 cm tall, so he must have been quite tall, if not a giant.

Dr. Liston is nearly 190 cm tall and has broad shoulders… … .

That man was truly a monster.

“What are you thinking about?”

I was thinking about something else for a moment, and then it hit me.

But it's a bit weird to say that you were thinking about Liston, right?

I was able to give a general idea, since he is not a master of sleight of hand.

“Oh, don’t be so weird. I’m too skinny.”

"huh?"

“Oh, this person is a very famous doctor in London.”

"iced coffee."

There are few words that should be regarded as strange as the words that tell one not to listen to strangely.

Chopin must have taken that maxim to heart, because he opened his eyes quickly and nodded only after hearing Berlioz's words.

I continued speaking, watching the reaction carefully.

In addition, I looked closely at Chopin's face.

'It hasn't broken out yet, right?'

It was a time when dying early was very common.

Considering that, Berlioz seems to have lived to be over 60, so he lived a long life, but unfortunately Chopin did not.

This person cannot be over 40.

why?

Because of tuberculosis.

'The cure for tuberculosis came out in the mid-20th century.'

I will try my best.

There are few diseases that kill as many people in so many different places as tuberculosis, without rest.

But at this point, prevention is ultimately the best medicine.

“There’s a saying that thin people are more susceptible to tuberculosis. You know? When you cough up blood.”

“Ah… … It’s a scary disease. Are you saying that I have a high chance of getting it?”

"yes."

If you look closely, you can see that everyone here has a chance of getting infected.

But obviously, the person who died like that would be the most likely.

“Eat well… … and avoid crowded places as much as possible. And if you think you have it, please contact me. You can send it to the London Medical School or contact Dr. Liston, and I’ll probably get an answer.”

“Oh, yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”

He says he'll keep that in mind, but I don't know if he'll actually do that.

How do you know?

It's dry.

Well, if you tell a twenty-year-old person to take care of their health, how much of an impact will they have?

Since ancient times, people have tended to take care of their health only after they have become somewhat ill.

Anyway, we talked for a while and then went to listen to some music.

The main one was the orchestra, but Chopin, who had not yet built up a reputation, ended up doing only a few piano pieces.

It was a pleasure for my ears as there were pieces corresponding to Etude Op. 10.

I feel better, that's what I'm saying… … .

“Whew.”

“Wow, wow.”

On the way back to the hotel, I noticed that there definitely seemed to be more people vomiting than during the day.

No, these days, I'm all… … vomiting.

The debris flowed and flowed until it reached the Seine River.

And that water will then be delivered to each household through water pipes and tap water.

‘I vomited after drinking… … .’

I tried hard to think positively, but the ominous thoughts wouldn't go away.

The number of people drinking has definitely decreased.

But he vomits.

This is… … .

'ah.'

And in between, it's not clear because it's dark, but there are also guys with their pants down.

Even if they were people from the 19th century, would they be able to defecate in public without any shame?

Wouldn't that be the case unless it's quite urgent?

That's right.

“Why are you doing that?”

Berlioz asked me with a worried look on his face, perhaps sensing my bad expression.

It was absurd that we were all seeing the same sight and reacting like this, but what can we do?

I had been thinking about it for a long time, so I was able to answer without being too surprised.

“Oh, I think those people over there are sick.”

“Huh? Oh, haha. That’s how drunk people are. There seem to be a lot of them today, haha. Aren’t Parisians romantic? There are more than a few people who get drunk while watching the sunset over the Seine.”

“Oh, I see.”

You can be romantic even while watching shit.

Is this the 19th century, the age of romanticism?

As a 21st century person, it was a sight I absolutely could not understand.

Anyway, I was able to ease my worries a little by learning that Parisians are like that.

It only lasted a very short time.

“Oh, Pyeong. Are you coming now? Today was really fun.”

As we entered the hotel, there was Liston with the aforementioned face.

He smelled like he did at the club yesterday, and it looked like Pierre had ripped him off.

“What's going on?”

“When these guys told me to drink Thames water, they said that Seine water would be dirtier than that, and that if we were going to do the experiment, we should do it properly, the French way.”

"ah……."

It's good to have pride, but isn't the direction a bit strange?

“But right now, everyone is vomiting and having diarrhea and it’s chaos. It definitely seems like there are a lot of miasmas.”

“Oh, really? How many people ate it and how many people have symptoms?”

“Does it matter? The French shit in front of me!”

"ah."

Should I go now?