Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 179

Episode 179: The Great Disaster [1]

The sky is still ashen.

Whether it was London or Paris, the air pollution seemed to be the same.

I just thought the smog situation in London might have gotten a bit more attention.

I also wonder if climate had an effect.

I guess it's colder in London than here…

'I was lucky, that's what I'm saying.'

Isn't the perception the same?

I shook my head without realizing it, realizing that the back alley scenery of Paris was even more beautiful than that of London.

Then I looked back.

I noticed patients who had been sick for two days already.

Since most of the time we were awake, we were just fighting, so we couldn't say that our condition was good.

Even if you can bear the smell, your eyes are itchy… … Anyway, it was a mess.

It was so dirty that I wanted to spray disinfectant all over it if I could, but it was better than nothing.

'Three are dead, already.'

Isn't cholera a particularly dangerous disease in its acute stage?

Because the diarrhea was so severe, dehydration easily occurred, which often resulted in multiple organ failures, including kidney and liver failure, leading to death.

Or, taking advantage of that weakened state, he could succumb to sepsis.

For a moment, I felt sorry for the rotten bread, but I couldn't feed that kind of Russian roulette-like medicine to someone who was dying from eating something strange.

‘Three more are in critical condition… … .’

The initial patients were 101 in total. Three of them have died and another three are dying.

The mortality rate is said to be approaching 6%, but the problem is that this is just the beginning.

I thought that by the time they all got better, we would have lost about ten people in total.

“This is fu*king… … it looks hopeless. We might have to give him some morphine.”

Even Liston, who had been a bit excited at first when he called them the little baguettes, became a bit gloomy.

Blundell did the same.

Alfred, Joseph, and Colin, who had seemed relatively cheerful until yesterday, now had gloomy faces.

Well… … Since there’s something sticking out of the mask, it could be for a different reason, but aren’t British and French people all the same?

It wasn't a very pleasant experience to see someone die right before your eyes, especially while you were treating them.

“Umm… … .”

The only silver lining was that our teacher, Jean Pierre, stood up in indignation.

I wondered how such an old gentleman could do such a thing, but later I found out that he had only said it from the beginning.

Maybe he was just poisoned like me… … .

Anyway, he also had a gloomy face.

It wasn't just that my colleagues were sick or dying.

“This is a big deal.”

He spoke with a hoarse voice due to dehydration.

We had a hard time, but it wasn't an atmosphere that we could chew on, so we turned our heads with difficulty and focused on him.

“I just heard that… …patients are flocking to other hospitals as well.”

“Another hospital?”

I wasn't that surprised.

The river was… … strange.

Although the water in a 19th century big city was originally considered to be extremely dirty, the water in the Seine was not so dirty as to be considered dirty.

“Yes. There are so many people that it’s hard to get an exact count… … but I think there are at least a few thousand.”

“How many thousands?”

No, this time I was surprised too.

I was surprised in a slightly different way than Liston, because the timing and events I knew were different.

Could there have been an incident like this in 30 years? And in 32 years, it happened again… … ?

No, that can't be.

Even in the 19th century, when human lives were falling like flies, if cholera had broken out in the thousands, it would have been recorded.

'Am I just remembering wrong…?'

Of course, since I am not a historian, nothing was certain.

When people say you're a doctor, they tend to think you know everything about medicine…

In reality, we are having a hard time just learning clinical skills.

Even when you move on to other departments, there are many things you don't know at all.

If you watch a video on YouTube with three doctors, there are comments saying that it's cute that the doctors all know but act like they don't, but that's not true. They really don't know and are reacting genuinely. That's what I'm saying.

What I know about this incident is because I read books when I was a young medical student, but it's not like medical students know everything.

“How is the treatment going?”

Anyway, while I was lost in thought for a moment, Liston asked me.

When I turned my head, I saw that he had a rather sharp face.

Come to think of it, isn't he now starting to get a feel for this pathogen?

Originally, science was a subject that, when you took a step forward and looked back, you would see that it was doing absolutely ridiculous things, so in some ways, you could say that it had a hostile face.

“What should I do… … Since he has diarrhea, I’ll just limit his water intake and leave him to lie down.”

“If we do that, won’t we all die?”

“Isn’t that what cholera is? This damned, cursed disease.”

Mr. Jean Pierre turned to his colleagues with a curse on his lips.

This gentleman had been suffering from diarrhea for some time, but I wondered why his expression was so gloomy, and in his eyes it seemed as if most of his colleagues would be buried in the ground.

It wasn't an exaggerated guess.

Cholera is originally that kind of disease.

A terrible disease that causes half of the patients to die if left untreated.

What if we add Type 19 medical care to that?

'I might lose everything.'

You're restricting water intake when you have diarrhea?

It feels like a scream is coming out instead of a sigh.

Still, the reason I stayed still was because I had some corner of my mind that I believed in.

“Do you want to kill them all?”

"huh?"

“Look here! Look at our feat, that’s what I’m saying!”

Liston happened.

His face was worn down by fatigue, but that only seemed to instill more fear.

The hardships of the past few days were enough to make him irritated, and the stubbornness of seeing the baguette right in front of him was enough to instill anger.

“Usually, cholera causes death on the first day! Isn’t that right!”

“Yeah, that’s true.”

“Look at your good comrades. We were giving them the opposite treatment, but many of them survived. Some died, but one of them refused our treatment and ran away to die. If you look at it that way, isn’t the mortality rate very low?”

“But… … but. Tradition… … .”

“Look, remember what Galileo said. Traditions, too, should be boldly discarded when they are scientifically proven to be wrong!”

“This is the proof… … .”

“Have you forgotten what you saw under a microscope? If that thing moving around inside isn’t miasma, then what is it?”

“But miasma… … air… … .”

“What the fu*k!”

Liston, unable to bear it any longer, burst out and hit Jean-Pierre on the back of the head.

With a snap, Jean-Pierre collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut.

"this."

Liston slapped Jean-Pierre on the cheek with a look of bewilderment.

It seemed like he was trying to wake me up, but his appearance made it look like he was confirming the kill.

Bulkhead.

Just then the door opened and someone came in.

I thought I had seen him somewhere, but it was the policeman I saw the first day.

“Professor Liston, are you there?”

“What's going on?"

As the police arrived, Liston unconsciously stepped away from the body, or rather from Jean-Pierre, and assumed a natural expression.

I don't know if I should call it a blessing, but since there were already quite a few patients lying on the floor due to a lack of hospital beds, Jean Pierre didn't stand out that much.

“Oh, you were here at that moment. No, I heard from Dr. Jean Pierre earlier that there was chaos due to cholera… … He said that Professor Liston’s treatment at this hospital seemed more effective.”

"ah."

No, this kid.

If you were thinking that way, you should have said so.

Why are you making a scene right in front of my eyes, getting beaten up and causing chaos?

uh?

I almost lost.

“But why would another hospital listen to me? I said I would try to persuade them if they could just get the doctors together… … I said I would be here, but where did I go?”

At the police's words, everyone's eyes turned to Jean Pierre, who was lying on the floor.

I literally got hit once and I couldn't come to my senses.

I felt his carotid artery because I thought he might be dead, but fortunately he was beating.

'Phew. Almost made an alibi.'

Well, there may be traces of diarrhea… … .

In an age before pathological examination, what good would it do to say that someone died of cholera?

Of course, this was when he was dead, but now that he is alive, his response had to be a little different.

“I’m exhausted from working so hard.”

"professor?"

“Isn’t that right?”

“Oh, yes. That’s right.”

That's when Liston stepped in.

On the topic of Jiga's fan, she lightly lifted the fallen Jean Pierre in her arms like a princess.

As I was trying to figure out how much strength it would take to lift something like that, I couldn't help but criticize Liston for his shamelessness.

It's not just me who's a coward, everyone else is like that.

“Ah… … This is it.”

“Won’t you wake up on the way? Let’s go. If I’m alone, there won’t be anyone to interpret for me. It’ll be hard to persuade.”

“If the groom does it like this… … wouldn’t he be a sick person?”

“Would the snobbish doctors listen to that? But I know Jang has a reputation in this business. Let’s go.”

“Well… well, if the doctor says so, then I guess so. Let’s go, then.”

"okay."

It wasn't as if the police had no suspicious aspects either.

In fact, how much violence have you seen while working as a police officer?

The security situation in Paris is a mess, so… … .

'That guy is also very patient.'

But I didn't have the courage to say anything in front of Liston, so I stepped forward without saying anything.

He rode ahead on horseback, and we followed behind in a carriage.

‘Even when I come to France, I will be under police escort… … .’

really…….

If you look at it this way, Liston is a fraud in itself.

That power is power, but that crying is also more than usual, right?

The result is this.

“Uh… … This is… … .”

As he was running like that, he shook so much that Mr. Jean Pierre woke up.

I don't know if it was a dream or not, but his face looked bewildered.

“Oh, it’s a carriage. You must be very tired.”

“Did I fall?”

"okay."

“Well… … you fought with a scary momentum. But why does the back of my head hurt?”

“I bumped into something when I fell earlier.”

"ah."

After fooling his friend with a clever lie, Liston looked out the window.

Looking closely, the corners of his mouth were twitching. Even though he was Liston, it seemed like this situation was pricking his conscience.

Anyway, we ran for a while and arrived at a building that looked relatively clean.

As I entered, there were quite a few doctors standing there, and they all looked very dissatisfied.

“While we’re doing this, impatient patients will be drinking water!”

“That’s what I’m saying! People are going to die!”

It didn't seem like a reasonable complaint.