Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 192

Episode 192 Hygiene Obsession [1]

The sailing ship we were on cut through the sea with the same rattling sound as when we came.

The strong sea breeze was salty and unpleasant, but it was still refreshing and nice.

Especially because of the view of London unfolding before my eyes.

That black smoke… … .

Even though I spent the winter in Paris, March in London is quite cold.

In addition to the smoke emitted from factories, the smoke emitted from homes was no joke.

'We don't know, but hundreds of people died because of the air.'

I thought there were only a few hundred, but I soon shook my head.

Aren't 19th century humans much stronger than I thought?

This cholera outbreak was like that too.

sap?

Sap… … .

Even the edible sap was made crudely and given to the patient.

Despite this, the mortality rate was within 10%.

The original mortality rate of cholera was close to 40 to 50%, and with the medical infrastructure completely collapsed, the mortality rate was bound to be even higher.

Weren't they even people whose original condition wasn't that good?

'Dozens of people… …?'

I survived even though I was already starving and malnourished.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Ah… … Well, it’s been a while.”

“It’s been a while. I wrote a letter about everything that’s happened, so I think there will be some changes at our medical school.”

“If there is a change… … ?”

“Things like the concept of miasma.”

"ah."

After talking to Liston, my thoughts changed.

Indeed… will there be any change?

I think there will be some degree of it.

At least I think that's the case at our university.

Even if nothing has changed so far, things will change if you go with Dr. Liston.

But what about other places?

'There is still one place full of white phosphorus matchmaking.'

I heard they're making it even in places where they're under physical threat from Liston.

Of course, there are people who change their profession because they don't want to die…

He said that there was nothing he could do because the efficiency of conventional matches and white phosphorus matches was too different.

Even if it killed people, it wouldn't do much good.

All that came back was that people are destined to die anyway.

That's not wrong, but… … .

'Don't expect too much… … .'

There were so many other things going on too.

Even the Baguette guys are like that.

Even though we have already suffered the great disaster of cholera, aren't half of the people, including those in Montpellier, stubborn?

Even though we had made a fortune by developing anatomy, he said that the Londoners were ignorant.

Of course, the coachman told me that later.

He added that if he had done it on the spot, Liston would have torn his limbs off and killed him.

“Okay, we’ll be here soon, so come on in.”

The navigator approached and pointed us inward.

Now that we know how much a sailing ship rocks when it stops, we headed in obediently.

As I was waiting inside, there was a rumbling that almost made me think something had crashed.

“I feel this way every time, but I really can’t get used to it.”

Even Liston looked a little tired.

It was clear that he was thinking of the navigator he had met earlier.

If you look at him, he doesn't actually have a very strong physique.

No, rather, he was on the thin side.

This was natural, considering the types of food and drink given to sailors at the time.

Moreover, because it was a job that required a lot of strength, I ended up clenching my teeth, which inevitably led to them breaking.

Since tooth brushing culture had not yet been established, cavities were common, so it was inevitable that this would happen even more.

It is difficult for a person with a broken stomach to consume proper nutrition.

'I should also look into dentistry. But… … .'

If you look at the times we live in, there are so many problems that you could almost say there are 'definitely' problems.

And the problem is… … .

I don't know if it's because I'm a doctor, but it usually leads to medical problems.

But if you try to solve all of these things at once, you'll end up in trouble…

No, that's not possible.

My conclusion is that solving them one by one is the right direction.

Fortunately, there was one very encouraging fact.

“Anyway, when we get back, let’s go look for some disinfectant.”

That's not what I'm saying.

“That’s right. We must find it. Maybe… … this could be the secret of puerperal fever!”

This is not what I am saying either.

These are the words of Liston and Blundell, who could be considered the epitome of 19th century doctors.

Are you two the only ones who are out of your minds and doing this?

That wasn't it either.

“Well, Professor, I’ll ask my father if he’s heard anything while trading.”

“I’ll help you too. You might have gotten some hints while brewing.”

“I, I’ll help too! I can spread whatever I find!”

Elfrid, Joseph, and Colin, who didn't seem to need to go that far.

Now that I think about it, I wonder what that bastard Colin wants.

Pull out your teeth to check for anesthesia, drink shit water to check for miasma… … .

But seeing that he not only survived but was still so passionate, I had no idea that he would become something great later on.

Anyway, the important thing here was that our group's concept of hygiene had finally reached the sky.

“The carriage is here. Let’s go.”

“Oh my, that smell. I think there’s miasma all over the streets.”

Liston and Blundell covered their noses with the handkerchiefs they had bought on the way.

He was even wearing gloves.

The reason was that it seemed too dirty.

"Whew."

“Ugh.”

“Oh my, my hometown.”

There wasn't much of a difference between the remaining three.

‘It’s so expensive… … .’

When I look at it, it really is… … .

It was bullshit.

You lived so dirty.

Especially Liston… … .

I should have taken a picture of your knife.

Who was it that cut off other people's limbs with a knife that was covered in other people's blood, fat, and even flesh?

“Oh my. Look at that Thames water!”

“It’s shit water. It wouldn’t be strange if something happened here at any time.”

“If there’s one thing that’s strange… … why didn’t we get cholera when we did the experiment?”

“Isn’t that natural? The Lord protects us.”

“Aha. I see. Well, those French bastards… … there’s no way the Lord would love them as much as we do.”

“Hahahaha!”

The two professors continued their conversation, separate from my thoughts.

Because I hadn't explained that there are different types of miasma, that is, that there are different types of germs and that the diseases they cause differ depending on the type, and that some germs are actually not germs but beneficial bacteria and that some are just resident bacteria living in our bodies, the conclusions were going in a very strange direction.

'That doesn't mean… …I can't explain anything here.'

It wasn't because I was afraid of being branded a witch.

At least this group couldn't do that to me anymore.

I'm sure I'm not the only one who's mistaken.

How many years have we spent together?

Even the density of those years was no joke.

I thought I was really going to die during cholera.

I also got attached to Professor Blundell. When he splashed me with shit and gave me diarrhea, I even shed tears.

'It's going to be confusing… … .'

Tell that to our budding medical students who are just beginning to understand the concept of germs… … .

Even in reality, there are different types of pathogens, including bacteria, viruses, parasites, and fungi?

How complicated must it be that there is a separate department called infectious disease medicine?

Even though I am a professor of surgery, if I go into more detail, I think there is more I don't know than I do know.

'Let's just keep quiet. We should help these people.'

Because of these thoughts, I kept my mouth shut instead of interfering unnecessarily.

In the meantime, our carriage crossed the bridge.

It was a bridge crossing the Thames River, so to put it simply, this point is the closest point to the Thames River.

“Oh.”

“It’s so dirty… … .”

“I guess I should go to Congress and speak out.”

“Okay. You put in some effort.”

The smell was no joke.

Not only was the smell terrible, but the river itself was also horrible.

There are some things that look like gunk, but I don't know what they are.

I don't even want to know.

The good news is that our Dr. Liston has decided to run for Congress.

If it were him… … it would probably be much better than any of us coming forward.

“Of course, there are things to do before that.”

"disinfection."

“Yeah. Disinfection.”

It seemed that Liston had decided to focus on disinfection for now.

He was indeed a wise man.

Yeah, how are you going to solve all the problems?

This is correct.

“Wow, they’re all here.”

“Yeah. Hmm.”

Anyway, we arrived at the university after a very long time.

Honestly, I felt a little bit happy.

Whatever it is, this is now the home of my studies.

If I can do this, other people should be even more so… … .

“Hmm.”

“Ugh.”

Somehow the reaction was a bit lukewarm.

“The dissection lab… … That mass of miasma is right next to the patient’s room. How uncivilized.”

“The obstetrics and gynecology ward is right next door. This is an insult!”

There was a reason.

What I had previously only thought about in my head, they were now speaking out loud without reservation.

I'm feeling a little feverish… … .

Still, I felt a little better thinking that this was all going in a good direction.

“Hey, you little shi*s! Come out!”

"yes yes!"

“Oh, you’re here!”

“Hey, why are you like that?”

Our Liston opened the door as if he was going to break it down and went in.

In the gloomy, gas-lit hallway, everyone who heard the noise was running out, gasping for breath.

Then he greeted me with a nuance that suggested he was welcoming a gang boss.

“Is it time to study now? The bookshelf is turning!”

You'll probably be confused.

You might be wondering, what on earth is going on?

How strange it would be for a gentleman who would usually say that if you want to save someone, you should look at it one more time to suddenly act like that.

What about me?

'I'm so excited.'

You can say what you want to say but couldn't through a speaker called Liston.

Only those who have stood behind Liston can know how joyful and reassuring this is.

The man, so huge that it darkened the whole place, continued to scream.

“There are rats too! Catch them all and kill them! And start by cleaning the floor! The dissecting room. Yes, the dissecting room is the biggest problem. Do you know how many miasmas are in there?”

There was no mention of things like, “Do it after class,” or “Do it after the clinic.”

I just told him to do it right away.

So, even if the students didn't know, some professors were bound to be dissatisfied.

“Uh, Professor Liston… … .”

Of course, it was impossible to express that dissatisfaction forcefully.

A professor approached me hesitantly even though he had done nothing wrong.

“But why.”

“Miasma is… … air. Poisonous air. This London has been a place where people have lived for a long time and consumed their energy. But what difference would it make if you cleaned the floors? Are you obsessed with the theory that the stench itself is bad? That’s not wrong, but I’m not sure.”

For something like that, it was quite a relief.

I used the past tense because he was about to shut up.

“Well, what? So you’re not going to clean?”

“No, I do, but… … .”

“Then do it! Let’s argue later. Time is of the essence!”

“Uh… … Ah, I see.”

The professor started running around with a broom.