Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 183

Episode 183: The Great Disaster [5]

operation.

Isn't that what someone who has nothing to say usually says?

In particular, what that guy named Korai said felt even less credible.

‘No… …How can someone who has seen so many patients look so fine?’

Look at us.

Aren't you really on the verge of death?

It's not that it's not true, but it's filtering, boiling, and distilling this dirty Seine water, cooling it down to an appropriate temperature, and then feeding a large amount to the patient…

that is…….

-You son of a bitch, aren't you going to eat? Are you going to lie down?

If there hadn't been a real liston, we would have been left behind.

There were quite a few people who refused the water of life that was created to kill them.

In fact, since most hospitals teach that diarrhea and vomiting are caused by too much water in the body, it was a natural reaction for patients.

-Stop whining and give me some blood!

There were even quite a few people who wanted bloodshed.

why?

Don't you believe that diarrhea is caused by something happening a lot?

Some people believe it is water, but many others believe it is blood.

In fact, in other hospitals, they say they are seeing patients with cholera who are having diarrhea, vomiting, and even having a fever spit out blood.

under.

“Cholera is a very scary disease! If you get it, 70% of you will die!”

For reference, the natural course is 50%.

If we just leave it alone, half of them will die.

This is a disease with a truly crazy mortality rate… … .

As I listened to that, I almost said that he was only half dead.

Well, that was to be expected.

The instinct is to drink water to survive, but you stop it.

And you're saying it's bleeding too?

“Use your common sense, Sir François! Does it make sense that only 10% of people who get cholera die?”

He was talking about common sense.

Of course, that was common sense in this era.

Besides, Korai's voice had some kind of power to it, as if he had been promoted to the rank of godfather for nothing.

Even I, a knowledgeable person, was wondering if that was the case.

“But according to the materials they submitted, yes.”

But our Lord François was not shaken at all.

He spoke in a cold voice, waving the documents we had submitted like a fan.

“It wasn’t just the hospital that submitted it… … It was also submitted by the cemetery. The numbers are almost the same. It seems more reliable than Montpellier, which didn’t submit anything.”

It's a voice that I've heard at conferences.

Sharp and yet incredibly smart looking… … .

I have a question, but when you say something like that, it makes me want to go to the bathroom…

'But how can there be such a rational person in this day and age…?'

What was more impressive was the rationality that the person displayed.

I felt like there was something strange around me.

Then I was able to think of one person.

'Well, France is the country of Voltaire… … .'

Surprisingly, he's from the 18th century.

A philosopher who is represented by the phrase, 'I do not agree with your opinion, but if you are persecuted for that opinion, I will fight to the end for your freedom of speech.'

Anyone who inherited that person's thinking could easily understand that kind of attitude.

One thing I didn't understand was how people like that could exist, but why are most people like this?

“Okay.”

Corai seemed momentarily taken aback by François' words.

We laughed quietly as we watched that sight.

Liston in particular burst into laughter.

It was an amazing act of courage, considering that in this era, no matter how famous or great you were, you could easily get beat up by the squeamish audience if you made a mistake.

Well, I guess I was confident too.

If we rush in, they'll be the ones who die.

“Listen carefully, you wise Parisians! They are English!”

But it seemed like the champagne was popped too early.

Corai surprisingly delivered a 21st century version of propaganda: 'The message is great, but if you don't like it, attack the messenger.'

Goebbels comes to mind.

Now that I think about it, they do seem a bit similar… … ?

The kid is German, but who would know?

J.K. Rowling also had French ancestors, right?

“How can we believe what the British say? It is the enemy’s intention to deceive and intimidate us French!”

“Wow, wow, wow!”

Anyway, the effect was amazing.

Even while we were struggling to save the patient, the documents we barely managed to submit were just thrown away.

The crowd that had gathered before we knew it was British was quickly becoming excited.

If I left it like that, it looked like they would bring out the guillotine at any moment.

Actually, some guy just looked at me and slit his throat with his hand.

“That’s not true!”

In the meantime, Jean Pierre stepped forward.

In a voice that was very hoarse and tired.

“The people who survived thanks to them are the witnesses!”

He came to our hospital relatively early on and pointed to those who survived thanks to him.

Now it seemed that Jean Pierre had already prepared allies against the Revolutionary country of France.

“If we had gone to Montpellier, we would have died!”

There were quite a few of them.

And it was vicious.

There were quite a few people who pretended to cut their necks while looking at Korea, that's what I was saying.

'No matter what the conclusion is… … I can't stay in France for too long… … .'

I'm going to fall behind.

What kind of atmosphere is this… … .

Is it because they keep dragging the ruling class down to revolution?

When something comes together, it seems like there's a certain vibe there.

“Quiet, quiet!”

Then François stepped forward.

At the same time, the guards he had brought along stamped their feet.

With a thud, the crowds on both sides became quiet.

'Okay… … the crowd is gathered, and there's an army.'

It's a great revolution.

I reflect on my dissatisfaction with being reincarnated in England so far.

If I had been born here, I would have already been left behind.

If you look at it closely… it's just an academic conference.

It is a medical society that studies to save people.

But the atmosphere is like this… … .

“Jean Pierre.”

"yes."

“Explain first. Are there any British people in that seat?”

Why are you asking that first?

It seems that the relationship between Britain and France is a bigger mess than I thought.

It felt like we were enemies somehow… … .

Wasn't it an alliance in the 21st century?

We fought together against Nazi Germany.

ah.

Was that perhaps the reason you two became close?

“Ah… … Yes. But they are doctors! Before they were British, they were doctors. They saved many lives!”

“But there are British people.”

“That’s… … yes, I won’t necessarily lie.”

“Don’t worry, that doesn’t mean the data is less credible. It just makes you more cautious.”

Sir François hummed and looked down at the papers he had been shaking around as if they were crucial evidence.

Then he looked at Korai, the doctors behind him, and the angry crowd.

The military told them to be quiet, so they were quiet, but just looking at their faces, it didn't seem strange if they started rioting at any moment.

It seemed so to me, and it seemed even more so to François, who was experienced.

“Do it like this.”

François smacked his lips again and continued speaking with a displeased expression.

“The Montpellier side will continue to follow that guideline, and the Royal Academy of Surgery will continue to follow this guideline. And… … Let’s gather the data again in about ten years and check. What do you think?”

10 years?

That kid runs away.

It was clear that he was running away… …but I couldn’t catch him.

I don't know much about the atmosphere of the July Revolution, but I know there was street fighting.

How many people must have died in the process.

Even though you may have won and risen that far, there are bound to be many enemies.

But if we leave room for controversy here, the chances of dying will jump, right?

“Well, it turned out well.”

Jean Pierre was impressed as soon as he heard the verdict.

Then he was saying something in French, which I think was probably swearing.

In contrast, Liston was very relaxed.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes. Actually… … isn’t this theory too radical?”

Honestly, I thought it was a good thing because it was clear that more French people would die.

But isn't Liston actually a pretty good guy, despite his appearance?

You've surprised me many times, and this time you've embarrassed me again.

"yes."

I nodded, feeling at a loss for words.

Liston, unaware of the inside story, continued talking as he got into the carriage.

Behind him, an angry crowd was shouting, but he didn't seem to care much.

There are quite a few angry people here, and tigers aren't afraid of dogs no matter how much they bark.

“Under normal circumstances… … if you were to babble about such a theory in Paris, you would have your throat cut off. Isn’t this people’s hobby cutting throats?”

"ah."

Is that it?

That level of determination to impart knowledge… … .

I'm glad I was born in England.

“But then the cholera broke out. We had some success… … and so they half accepted our theory. I think François? That strange man with the name, would have liked our theory better.”

“But didn’t you give a grace period of 10 years?”

“Yes. But think about it carefully. It may be acceptable now to say, ‘The British did it,’ but will it continue to be acceptable? Just look at that river.”

When I looked at the tip of Liston's finger, I saw the Seine River.

It's gotten a little better these past few days because there have been fewer people, but it's still incredibly dirty.

It is said that you can know the depth of ten feet of water, but you cannot know the heart of a one-foot person.

Ancestors, if you come here, you won't be able to say such things.

Not even an inch… … No, no!

You can't even see 3 centimeters… … .

“Cholera will continue to circulate. There will never be any improvement. We will know then. We won’t have to wait ten years.”

"ah……."

“And in the meantime, aren’t those Baguette guys dying? They deserve to die even more. Those guys.”

Liston showed surprising insight and laughed heartily at the end.

I laughed too.

I did that because it was so listless.

So we returned to the hospital, leaving laughter in the empty streets.

There were still patients inside, but the hospital staff, who had become very skilled at it, were moving around without any gaps.

That was what he meant: we, who came to the conference, had no particular reason to help.

“I’m sorry. I should have received a medal for this… … because I’m British.”

As we were sighing in relief, Jean Pierre scratched the back of his head and said:

If I hadn't listened to Liston, I wouldn't have known, but what would I have said after hearing it all?

It was okay.

Really.

“Anyway, just rest for a bit. Oh. Right.”

Jean Pierre turned around to leave us behind in the room he was using as a special room.

It was while looking at me, not at Liston.

“I heard… Alexandre Dumas has someone he wants to introduce you to… Is today a good day for you?”

Dumas.

The father of genre literature.

Without going that far, I'm a huge fan of The Count of Monte Cristo.

I also know that there is a scene where they smoke hashish there.

I didn't know that would be a writer's experience, but…

Anyway, there was no reason to hesitate.

“Yes, that’s good.”

“Okay. Then I’ll tell you to let me know when the carriage comes.”