Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 19

Episode 19 What Did You Do? [1]

She's a midwife.

I'm embarrassed to say this, but I've never seen a baby born with the help of a midwife.

As a doctor, I was always at the hospital, so in a way it was natural.

Anyway, I followed them with a pounding heart.

“Why… … ?”

The butler looked back with a dissatisfied face.

“Ah, Young Master.”

Alfred is behind me.

Hahahaha.

A fox riding a tiger's back.

Anyway, there is a saying like that.

“Yeah. I heard that in Joseon, there is a saying called ‘Tasanji Seok’.”

"yes?"

“You can learn lessons from the stones of other mountains, that’s what they say. You can learn something from observing the poor medical practices of midwives, that’s what they say.”

“Aha… … That’s a good point. Indeed, you are Noble Kim.”

Maybe because he's smart, he speaks well.

I know how to use the touchstone right away.

The butler, impressed by those words, nodded, and the midwife who was walking ahead looked back with eyes that said she had seen all kinds of crazy people.

I looked outside, grumbling, but it didn't seem to be of much use.

Anyone can see that I'm the only Korean here.

'fu*k. Why are you talking about the lack of medical practice there?'

Those crazy guys.

Who said England was a nation of gentlemen?

These ignorant Anglo-Saxon bastards.

There's no such thing as manners.

Squeak.

Should I say that I'm lucky?

The midwives were so professional that instead of picking a fight, they went straight to the maid's room.

I don't know if it's right to call her a maid, but I've already missed the opportunity to ask that a long time ago, so I'll just call her that.

“Isla. I brought it.”

The butler opened the door and called the maid's name.

“Uh… … yes.”

Just by looking at it, it looked like the baby was about to come out.

It may be a bit odd to use the word 'same' when you are a former professor of surgery.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that I knew absolutely nothing about obstetrics and gynecology.

It had to be that way.

This is a really different realm.

“Hmm… … boiled water?”

“Oh, yes. Here it is. But why is this… … .”

“I need to wash my hands.”

"why?"

“I don’t know. That’s how I learned it.”

As I was thinking about that, surprisingly.

Damn, surprisingly enough, the midwife found the boiled water first.

And then, even more surprisingly, he wiped his hands.

I don't know why, but I cleaned it anyway.

‘Wow… … This… … Just this alone seems like it would make a huge difference in the prognosis.’

There was no difference after that.

In fact, it had to be that way.

Isn't it true that obstetrics and gynecology is not yet that developed?

I'm either going to have a prenatal checkup or I'm going to have a C-section.

'I heard that they also do cesarean sections… … .'

correction.

It does happen, but usually in that case, it's safe to assume that the mother dies.

They say that if you have the will to save a child, then you should have done it.

The problem is that the knowledge of anatomy is a mess and the technique is not yet properly used, so I heard that in many cases, children are left with scars.

"town."

"why."

“No, no.”

Even if these guys think about it, they may not be able to recall it very vividly.

Because I have such great knowledge, it wasn't imagination but recollection.

If I hadn't had a strong mentality, I would have thrown up, really.

They're doing a vertical cesarean section.

Those crazy guys.

As a result, how many mothers died?

Since they didn't even wash their hands, it was safe to assume they had all just died.

'under.'

Thinking back, it was truly an absurd time.

Who would have thought that there could have been such a barbaric time on the eve of modern times?

It struck me once again that the saying, “It is darkest before the dawn,” was not just a literary narrative, but a description of history.

Under the pretext of saving lives, they were actually committing massacres.

This was not only unfortunate for the patients, but also unfortunate for the doctors.

Surely those who call themselves doctors would not kill people on purpose.

“Eww!”

Soon screams began to be heard.

It wasn't because the midwives had done something terrible.

As it turned out, the gentleman was just a midwife who had brought him along, and the only one doing the work was a midwife who seemed very experienced.

“Here, hold on to this and push! I can see your head, so just a little more!”

“Eww!”

Isla.

The woman I saw for the first time today was screaming really desperately.

I knew that giving birth was an incredibly painful experience.

I did some practical training as well.

I guess it's better than this in the 21st century thanks to methods like using inducers or slightly opening the entrance.

Or maybe it was just because the mother I saw wasn't a first-time mother.

‘Wow… … Mother… … I will truly be filial to you.’

As you can see, it was something that was bound to hurt.

Don't humans have big heads?

Especially, children have a wider head circumference than their shoulder width, so it's bound to hurt when they push with that.

In my previous life as an orphan, I never had a chance to be filial to my mother, but now I feel like I should be good to my mother.

At the same time, I kept a close eye on the midwife's actions.

She finally gave the newborn baby a deft pat on the bottom and wiped it with the boiled water she had prepared in advance.

“Okay, thank you for your hard work.”

Next, I also wet a towel with clean water and wiped the patient.

There was not a single corner that was not thoughtful, not a single corner that was not hygienic.

Of course, even if you did that, you wouldn't be able to deal with unexpected situations that arise due to the problem of being a big-headed person.

At least no artificial damage or harm would have been caused.

It didn't seem like anything special had been done here.

For a person to move that skillfully, they would have to repeat the same task a hundred times.

Having trained in surgery more than anyone else, I could understand.

'There's no way the prognosis will be the same.'

okay.

There was no way that mothers giving birth in places like this would die at the same rate as those giving birth in hospitals.

Because you are causing real harm.

You little shi*s.

Saying that they don't know what they're doing isn't an excuse.

‘If I just reveal this… won’t the kids change their minds?’

I first looked back at Joseph and Alfred on my left and right.

I was wondering if you could feel anything.

The guys turned to me and started talking.

"surely……."

“It’s different.”

oh?

Did the knowledge I've been slowly gaining help?

Huh? Is that so?

I asked, with anticipation, what was different.

“Slow.”

“It made me yawn.”

The answer I got back was absurd.

Slow?

Did you eat a devil fruit?

“Why are you wiping your hands? That’s where all the time is going. If the head was sticking out… … you should have helped quickly.”

“That’s right. There are so many good things in these hands. Well, a midwife’s hands can’t be the same as ours.”

Isn't it?

Have I been watching too many cartoons?

There's no way it can be the same.

Not the same.

They're the same person.

You should clean it too.

‘This… won’t do.’

As expected, this was not the right time.

Something… … that seems scientific, but is overall unscientific.

Does it feel like you're just pretending?

In fact, didn't modern medicine start to focus more on evidence than on the authority of experts only after the 1990s?

It was clear that these days, the words of teachers and those of previous generations would be considered even more like the Bible.

To overturn that, a basis was needed.

'Let's look at these people's statistics. There will be a difference.'

It has to be there.

Haha.

I waited for the work to be finished with a mean smile on my face.

Joseph and Alfred, without paying attention to me, were sharing their thoughts on what they had just seen.

“It’s definitely a stepping stone.”

“Yeah. I absolutely must not wash my hands. That way I can go in a hurry.”

“That’s right. Haha. Joseon people are wise.”

I wanted to cover my ears because all I could hear was the sound of explosions.

But isn't the act of blatantly covering one's ears an act of blasphemy, not just in 19th century England but everywhere?

Oh my god.

So I listened to it for reference.

Then I saw the midwife coming out and ran over to her.

"huh?"

The midwife was so shocked that she stepped back.

okay…….

This is the first time I've seen someone with black hair and a yellow face.

Outside, there might be problems, but this was a mansion.

Without Joseph having to step forward, the butler stepped forward.

“I am a nobleman of Joseon.”

"shipbuilding……?"

“They say it’s a jewel-like country in the East. It’s a place where many wise people live.”

“Ah… … That, yes. But… … ?”

“I’m attending medical school here. I want to combine Joseon medicine with our medicine.”

It was all a joke.

That doesn't mean I was stabbed.

I really do this with good intentions.

He said he was joking to save people's lives.

So I looked at the midwife with an honest face, and only then did the midwife bow to me.

It was natural, as it was an era when the word nobility still had power.

“Yes, I’m sorry for being rude. I wonder what caused it… … .”

“I just wanted to ask you a few questions. Do you often visit homes and receive children like this?”

The midwife's gaze took on a strange wariness at my question.

When I asked why, there was an answer behind it.

“Hehe. Just spread it out.”

“Fighting, Pyeong!”

The madmen were looking at the midwife with blank expressions.

You idiots… … .

Much better than you guys… … .

I sometimes wonder if it is because of people like this that distrust in modern medicine exists even in the 21st century.

Certainly, if these books were written during this time, there would have been people who gave a more generous evaluation to traditional medicine.

Anyway, I added my words.

In a hurry.

“I’m not asking with bad intentions. I’m just genuinely curious.”

“Um… … Well… … I go once or twice a week. There are a lot of mansions here and in the suburbs. Usually, I deliver the baby at the hospital.”

"ah."

Do you accept it at the hospital too?

In that hospital room with dozens of people?

Will they be able to receive a child this cleanly there too?

It was absolutely impossible.

It wasn't a place where that could happen.

First of all, I don't even know where the water boils.

“Is there a difference in the incidence of puerperal fever between cases where births are given through home visits and cases where births are given in hospitals?”

"hmm."

Puerperal fever.

Oh, it doesn't stick to my mouth very well.

But I'm a genius, so I managed to remember this word and even use it.

The midwife who asked me my question tilted her head for a moment, perhaps because it was an unexpected question, before answering.

“Maybe… … there will be.”

The answer was a bit ambiguous.

"maybe?"

“Yes. I haven’t compared them separately. But there must be a difference. In the case of giving birth in a mansion… … it seems that the cases of mothers dying are less frequent than when giving birth in a hospital.”

“What do you think is the reason?”

Although there was no clear consensus, it seemed that they were aware that there were differences based on experience.

So I went deeper.

Because sometimes intuition is more accurate.

But the answer I got back was hopeless.

“The professors said… …the air is different.”

"yes?"

“Air, isn’t it? Other than that, there’s no difference.”

"ah……."

air…….

Yeah, yeah. Okay, I understand. Yeah, I guess so.