Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 180

Episode 180: The Great Disaster [2]

“Just a moment… … Please listen to me for a moment.”

Jean Pierre walked towards the place that was the Abigail itself.

It probably would have been impossible if I had been alone.

But he was with Liston now.

"highbinder……."

“Even the Qing gang? Hey, Jang! What the hell is going on here!”

And the Qing Dynasty gang was there too.

Before the Opium Wars, wasn't the Qing perceived by Western powers as a truly powerful country?

I think that might be the reason why there is less discrimination against Asians compared to other races.

Anyway, these kids are crazy about cars and pottery and stuff.

It was natural for a powerful person to be flustered when he came from such a country.

'No… … No. I'm a proud Joseon person.'

Maybe it was because I was momentarily absorbed in my role as a gangster that I said something out of the blue, but anyway, that's how they perceived it.

“Get out of the way.”

“Ugh.”

It was thanks to Dr. Liston.

He had the power to push away those who were blocking him with just a glance, like the Red Sea parting.

In this way, Jean Pierre and we were able to reach the center of the group.

The police who arrived late said a word upon seeing the majestic appearance.

“As expected… … This is no joke. Is this the power of the Sword Master… … .”

He seemed a bit out of his mind, but it wasn't anything special.

Because everyone in this era has gone around once or twice.

“Okay… please listen to me.”

“I came here to hear it anyway.”

“What on earth are you doing, holding on to busy people?”

“Cholera, cholera! Even now, we are receiving reports that patients who are impatient keep touching the water!”

Anyway, Jean Pierre spoke in a hoarse voice, due to the diarrhea he had suffered and the blow he had just received.

Then, various responses followed.

The groom immediately translated it for me.

"Whew."

Not only me, but everyone present sighed.

It's important to note that I'm not the only one.

I don't have to suffer alone anymore.

Because now, the concept of miasma is gradually becoming closer to the concept of a real pathogen.

“Just listen first!”

Jean Pierre shouted at those people once again.

Normally, at that point, if someone who looked like he had almost died and was still alive was shouting like Jean Pierre, it would have been normal to listen.

It's not even necessary to go as far as manners; that's just what a normal person should do.

But here in Paris, France, it wasn't like that at all.

"Boo."

"right."

"guillotine!"

“The guillotine is too much. Let’s just tie it up!”

I really tried not to say this… … .

This is seriously fu*ked up.

Guillotine without even listening to what was being said?

The only word I understood in this place without an interpreter was guillotine… … .

“This shit.”

That's when Liston stepped in.

It had an impact because he had his head down, whether he was tying his shoelaces or not, just a moment ago.

A man a head taller than Jean-Pierre looked around the room, cursing and making a fierce face.

Then the son-in-law became quiet.

But when someone with a high position is shouting with a heavy heart, it's so loud, but with one Liston, it becomes like this?

'I think England is better than France… … .'

It was the moment when my heart suddenly turned from Baguette to Hongcha.

Anyway, Dr. Liston said to Jean-Pierre, who looked puzzled.

“Now, if I speak, you will interpret. You little punks, you can’t say this out loud.”

"uh……."

Jean Pierre's face became a bit more complex and subtle.

I guess they're trying to say that the French are intelligent and that they'll be able to communicate, but isn't the way they've acted just now too messy to say that?

As he did so, he nodded his head without realizing it.

“Okay… … Those who will follow us and drink water, to the right. Those who won’t, to the left. Those who stand on the left, be prepared to face me alone.”

“Are you really saying that?”

“Tell me.”

“Hmm. Okay.”

Everyone started to murmur at Jean Pierre's words.

But surprisingly, few people protested.

There were a few, but it was to the point where you could almost just assume they didn't exist.

Even though our eyes met, he immediately turned away.

Speaking of the Qing Dynasty or something.

Anyway, it was split in half like that, but of course, there was a lot more on the left side.

“You little punks. Let me teach you the concept of miasma. Listen up, you baguettes.”

"uh……."

“Let me rephrase that.”

“Okay.”

Liston began to shout at them.

It was a bit disappointing that there were a lot of profanities in English, so I couldn't tell how they would sound when translated into French.

“Miasma is not air, it is some kind of living creature! A living creature!”

"Boo."

“Poetry is blasphemous!”

“How dare you break the teachings that have been passed down for hundreds of years!”

Anyway, every word Liston said was correct.

But still, no, that's why there was continued backlash.

Now that I look at it, it seems like we French people also have a lot of arrogance.

How dare there be people who dare to swear at Liston with his angry face.

Of course, there were too many of them, and it seemed like they had no intention of taking down Liston, so there was no bloodshed.

Even if they are these kinds of kids, aren't doctors still doctors?

That meant I had to go back and get treatment.

“Reports of microbes visible through a microscope have been around for centuries! We just ignored them!”

“There is no evidence anywhere that it causes disease!”

“Yes. We did an experiment. Pierre?”

“Ah… … we drank that water.”

“What kind of water?”

“The Seine.”

“No… … Just? Or maybe just keep quiet.”

"just."

"her."

When he said that he had drunk the Seine, people's heads finally began to turn towards Jean Pierre.

Even for 19th century Parisians, drinking water from the Seine was considered an act of madness rather than courage.

The crowd held their breath, their faces showing admiration for his courage.

“My friends from England boiled and distilled the water and drank it. When I looked at it under a microscope, I saw… microorganisms, I guess?”

“Miasma.”

“Oh, right. There was definitely… … almost no miasma. On the other hand, the water we drank was full of miasma. As a result… … we all got enteritis without exception, but these people were fine.”

The crowd began to murmur again at the words of Liston and Jean-Pierre.

It didn't stop there, some of them even slowly moved to the right.

Indeed, in an era where the spirit of challenge has gone crazy, there was respect for the fact that he had tried it himself.

If I had done a retrospective epidemiological study like I thought, I would never have been able to obtain this level of persuasiveness.

'A true master.'

I watched the progress, thinking to myself that I really had to be like Liston again.

It seemed like they were going over one by one, but soon they were going over quite a bit, and then someone stepped forward.

"for a moment."

Then the doctors nearby were seen looking startled.

Not only that, Jean Pierre was also surprised.

“Who is it?”

“Koraira… … He is a doctor who graduated from the University of Montpellier and is currently working in Paris. He is a leading authority on Hippocrates studies.”

crazy.

Why study a person who is over 2,000 years old?

I would certainly support the study of the mind that explores disease despite its limited knowledge and experience, but it was obvious that that was not what these people were trying to say.

“Miasma is a living thing… … Why on earth would God create a living thing that causes disease?”

“Isn’t it a well-known fact that rats cause the Black Death?”

“Rats are evil in and of themselves! And what you say is wrong!”

"hmm!"

Regardless of my thoughts, Korea's majesty was truly amazing.

Did you think even Liston would keep his mouth shut?

“Listen carefully! Since we’re talking about the Black Death, it only looks like rats are carrying it. In fact, it’s the stench from the places where the rats are rampant that’s causing the disease! Did the plague sufferers come into direct contact with the rats?”

“That’s… that’s not it.”

Even persuasion was being made.

It was frustrating to see Liston, who had been shouting so proudly, cowering like this.

But it was dangerous for me to come forward now.

Aren't they French?

It could be a bias… … .

I somehow felt like I was being dragged to the guillotine.

“Yes! That’s why the theory that miasma is air is valid!”

“Euuuum!”

When he heard the word air, Liston shook his head.

Then he slammed his fist into the wall next to him.

Then, parts of the stone wall that had stood for hundreds of years were blown away to dust.

“What, what are you doing?”

“Can you see all the powder there?”

“No… … That… … .”

“You can’t see it, but the powder exists.”

I thought he was just throwing a tantrum.

Or maybe he was planning to bring down this building and kill everyone like Samson in the Bible.

But the words that followed contained insights that surprised even me.

“Perhaps the Black Death was caused by a miasma that was too small for us to detect, mixed in the air. In contrast, this cholera! It’s mixed in the water. That’s the only difference… … In the end, it’s still the same as miasma!”

How many people here understand exactly what Liston is saying?

How many people understand how historic this scene is in the history of human medicine?

I suddenly felt lonely.

No matter how I look at it, it seems like I'm the only one.

'Respiratory diseases… … They are talking about droplet or airborne infections and waterborne diseases separately… … This concept actually came into being in the early to mid 20th century… … and that was after that.'

I just gave you a simple hint and you're already here?

I was so impressed that I found myself clapping.

As expected, it was just me.

The other guys just stood there blankly.

Even those in our group did so.

It was okay.

Since it was Liston who brought it up, I can explain it later.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“It’s not bullshit… … it’s the result of sound reasoning!”

“It looks like Hippocrates is going to come out of his coffin.”

Despite hearing these great words, many people, including Korai, were stubborn.

Fortunately, some of them moved further to the right during that time.

Even if you didn't understand it exactly, you must have felt something strange.

I wanted to bring the rest of the pups along, but surprisingly, Liston came back as if he was done with.

"professor?"

“Huh? Oh, those guys?”

"yes."

“It’s good that you’re going to try it out yourself. I see that our Thames River is no joke either… … There’s no guarantee that something like this won’t happen in London soon.”

“Then even more so… … .”

“No, no. Think of this as an opportunity to prove that we were right and they were wrong, with patient survival rates. It would be overwhelmingly advantageous to persuade.”

"aha."