Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 195

Episode 195 Hygiene Obsession [4]

In the blink of an eye, the classroom became so chaotic that it was hard to even call it normal.

On one side, sulfur fire was burning, and on the other side, hydrochloric acid and sulfuric acid were greedily dissolving the floor.

'Is this hell?'

It ended up being like a description of hell… … .

Anyway, since we are 19th century gentlemen, we could ignore these things for a while.

Whatever it is, it looks like the fire and brimstone will go out soon, right?

Of course, there was a barrage of questions.

“Alfred. What on earth were you thinking of bringing in that sulfur for?”

“I heard they did that in ancient Egypt.”

“No, Egypt. Such an uncivilized… … .”

The question didn't end so well.

It makes no sense for us British people to call Egypt uncivilized.

Even to the Romans, the ruins of ancient Egypt were old, and their splendid culture deserved respect.

Aside from that, brimstone is a bit like that.

This is a hazardous gas.

I improved half of the hellscape by roughly throwing the remaining sulfur into the fountain outside.

You might think that this will make the fountain dirty, but it's not easy for the fountain to get any dirtier from here.

Profit.

I'm starting to hear some uneasy sounds, but aren't we facing something much more important?

I looked at the plates containing solutions of mercury, carbolic acid (phenol), and iodine respectively.

Based on the results of this experiment… … .

No, maybe depending on how I opened my mouth, our hospital could now be dousing patients with mercury.

'I'll stop it somehow… '

Looking at it again, what is phenol… … .

That might be possible.

It's so toxic that it could almost be used as a bleach, but anyway, it's still used for disinfection in modern society, right?

That's because it's not used to disinfect people…

'Mercury is… … that is… … .'

But mercury?

That won't work.

Will it definitely be included in textbooks later?

-The atrocities committed by the oriental sorcerer Kim Tae-pyeong and his gang

It could be London disease instead of Minamata disease.

After waiting for a while with a pounding heart, Liston, the most impatient of us all, stepped forward first.

“Now give me the microscope.”

Until then, our painters had been drawing miasmas, undeterred by the hellish environment around them.

It's drawn pretty well.

Not only that, but it was a microscope, not a binocular one, and I had to look at it with only one eye, and it wasn't fixed, so it would be difficult to keep looking at it, but I was still struggling.

There must have been some reason why it had to be done that way.

"yes yes."

Using the microscope the bowing artist had handed him, Liston peered into the plate, hoping it would be sterilized.

“Hmm.”

At first it was mercury, but its expression was a bit ambiguous.

“But why?”

Blundell snatched the microscope away, as if he was trying to see everything.

Then he gave me an equally ambiguous expression.

I didn't know why, so I snatched it and took a look.

'aha.'

I can't see this.

You can't see it because of the mercury.

'Probably… …I must have searched through everything.'

Are there pathogens that survive mercury exposure and can cause human infections?

Then that's doomsday.

But I opened my mouth with a face that said I didn't know.

“This… is difficult to evaluate. I can’t see the miasma because of the mercury.”

“Ugh… … .”

“This is it.”

“It was an expected talent, but mercury… … Oh, really.”

Everyone was feeling sorry.

It seemed like he really wanted to put mercury on people's bodies.

Actually, if you look closely, it's been done before and it's still like that.

'At that time… … Killian… … is that kid still alive, you know?'

The sight of a sturdy, rough-and-tumble sailor crying like a baby and throwing himself back and forth is something I will probably never forget until I die.

Anyway, while I was at it, I decided to vent some more of my thoughts.

It wasn't easy in the past, but maybe because I've acquired the title of Kura Master myself? When I think about the conclusion, it feels like the logic follows.

“Besides, if you think about it, isn’t mercury expensive? If you want to disinfect, you have to use it sparingly, and if you use mercury, it’s either going to bankrupt the hospital or the patient.”

“Oh, I see.”

“I didn’t think about the price.”

"ah……."

“I’m sorry. I haven’t thought about the price since we’ve been living in the house for a while.”

As soon as Joseph, who had brought mercury, showed his face, mercury fell out.

Now there are only two left.

Carbolic acid and iodine.

As someone who knows the future, I know that iodine is the best option.

But I guess you can't say that.

'In the worst case scenario… … we will even go as far as conducting experiments.'

There's nothing I can do.

I should try it on the patient.

Probably not going to die right away, either.

But there might be a difference in pain and things like that.

“Let’s see. Oh.”

“Oh.”

"surely……."

“The carbonated water was really good, wasn’t it?”

As I looked at the plate with that thought in mind, the miasma had definitely decreased.

The artist began to quickly paint the scene as soon as Liston tapped him hard on the shoulder.

I don't know if it's the carbonic acid or the characteristics of the Thames water, but I like drawing it better because the areas where the carbonic acid is present are clearly distinguishable.

The amount of miasma varied greatly along the border.

“Hmm.”

“Iodine too… … It’s pretty good, isn’t it?”

“This is no joke.”

“This is how it is, it’s a close game.”

Next it was iodine's turn.

Of course, the miasma in the iodine-soaked dish was also completely destroyed.

This solution is so strong!

Why else would we still use povidone in the 21st century?

'uh?'

Why isn't the name I remember Iodine?

Did something… … improve?

So that's why it became povidone?

What could have been improved?

A sudden thought occurred to me and I suddenly became anxious.

But doesn't the fact that it has been improved mean that it has been used a lot?

I had a feeling it wouldn't have been fatal.

Above all, povidone is truly a miracle disinfectant.

Even when applied directly to the wound, it did not hurt that much, and the tissue damage was not that severe.

When applied to bare skin… … it is the safest disinfectant.

“Okay, then let’s try these two first.”

Even without me having to open my mouth, the experiment began in the guise of a confrontation quite naturally.

I know this is a primitive way.

I know… … .

'Edward Jenner, from a 21st century perspective, is almost like a mad scientist.'

Edward Jenner, the great physician born in the 18th century who created the first vaccine for mankind.

What experiments have proven the vaccine that he created?

An eight-year-old boy was injected with fluid taken from the body of a woman with cowpox, and two months later, he was injected with fluid taken from a patient with smallpox, and the boy recovered fine.

As if that wasn't enough, he administered more injections of fluid taken from several smallpox patients over several months.

They did that even though nothing had been theoretically proven yet.

In fact, even at this point we don't know how Edward Jenner's vaccination method was successful.

It was only in the 20th century that we learned that genetically, the viruses that cause cowpox and smallpox are very similar.

'But that's impossible now. It's too difficult to conduct an experiment while considering ethics… … I lack other knowledge. And when I think of the people who are dying in the meantime… … .'

It is much more advantageous for survival to apply phenol or iodine or something to kill miasma or pathogens rather than performing surgery without disinfection.

“We shouldn’t be here like this… … Let’s go!”

“Yes? Where?”

I didn't know it would happen this quickly.

But if you hesitate, you're not Liston.

He walked slowly into Jemel's office.

Inside, the situation was just as chaotic as before.

If you have a stomachache, you may be losing blood, having diarrhea, or causing vomiting.

Among them, not a single procedure was performed cleanly.

“Oh my.”

It was Liston who just sighed.

Isn't it true that something painful can only be painful if you see something?

Welcome, Liston.

Coming to the hell of the 19th century.

“What a mess… … .”

But Liston never caused a scene in someone else's office.

“But there are also patients who get better by doing that… … I don’t understand.”

It was not so much out of politeness as it was a vague expectation of the time-honored treatment of diarrhea, vomiting, and bloodletting.

Such internal medicine treatments were still uncharted territory for surgeons.

If you call that kind of thing an internal medicine treatment, internists will be furious, but… what can you do?

“Anyway, here it is.”

We moved a little further into the corner.

Then I saw patients who came to the hospital but were being neglected because they had no money.

“Open the boat before you go… … How many people died?”

Liston asked in front of the patients who were still alive and well.

It was a truly insensitive attitude, but it was also a natural attitude in this day and age.

Because we live in an age where death always follows us like a shadow.

Especially to the point of coming to the hospital?

Then, half of the patients and guardians have already given up.

Reflecting this, there was no significant change in the patients' faces.

“If you do everything, it’s… 40%?”

“Not many people died? Even back then?”

It is true that 40% is a huge mortality rate.

But this time, I agreed with Liston.

‘I opened it without disinfecting it properly, so if it’s like that… … .’

I roughly rubbed it with lime chloride and opened it, but that was the only surgery I was involved in.

I couldn't figure out how Liston just did the surgery.

It was probably done roughly.

In fact, what I did had a mortality rate of over 20%, and what Liston did had a mortality rate of over 60%.

I was afraid that if I spoke unnecessarily, it would throw cold water on this bright and enterprising atmosphere, so I just kept quiet.

“Well, I guess we’ll have to see if there’s any improvement. Where… … .”

Liston quickly wiped his lips, perhaps excited by the thought of disinfecting and rinsing the stomach, and looked around at the patients.

The sight somehow looked like someone had come to the market to buy something.

The patients seemed to feel the same way, as they shrank a little more than before.

“Hey, try lying down right now.”

"yes?"

“Lie down right now.”

"yes yes."

Liston tried pressing the stomachs of his patients in this way.

Some patients had faces that said they didn't understand English.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Some patients were in pain.

At the same time, Liston's mouth was torn open.

“Hehehe.”

“Uh… …Why, why.”

It was because there was a possibility that it was appendicitis.

That meant I would have to have surgery soon.

At the same time, it became a story that it was possible to survive.

If I had gone to Jemel for no reason, I would have bled uselessly and ended up in the cemetery or on the dissection table, but how could the patient know that?

All he could see was a large, gangster-like man looking down at him with an evil gaze, smirking.

“Hey, save me!”

“Ah, if you want to live, you need money… … Ah, you’re not talking to us. Go do your own business.”

There was no helping hand.

Jemel turned his head away for a moment at the commotion, but as soon as he confirmed that it was where the penniless patients were, he immediately headed back to his original position.

Even then, others weren't even looking at it.

“Don’t be too afraid, I’m trying to save you.”

“Ooh, that’s funny! You, you’re Liston! Next to you, next to you is Tiefling! I know you guys are about to do an autopsy! Aaaah! Ah.”

"brother?"

“Because it’s noisy.”

Should I say that I'm lucky?

The patient soon became quiet.