Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 196

Episode 196 Hygiene Obsession [5]

“What do you clean it with?”

Shouldn't these kinds of concerns have been addressed at least before laying the patient down?

I looked down at the unconscious patient and saw Liston mumbling, forcing myself to swallow my true feelings.

What are you going to do if you get hit for saying something like that?

Besides, what mattered now was not whether to blame Liston, but what he would actually disinfect with.

There are two candidates in total.

Phenol (carbonic acid) and iodine.

Of course I want to apply iodine.

It was like that until I started experimenting… … .

'I think there was more iodine or something attached… … Betadine… … Isn't it like an improved version of iodine?'

Unlike when I was muttering to myself, when I heard the word 'iodine' from other people, something…

I started to have doubts.

I don't think it was just iodine.

If there is a problem… … .

'Phenol is definitely not the complete answer… … is that what you're saying?'

So, all that's left is human experiments, but what should we do?

Unlike usual, no answer came to mind at all.

“Hey, don’t you have any thoughts?”

“Huh? Oh, yes, brother. I don’t know.”

“They don’t even do things like this in Joseon?”

"that……."

Are you going to do it in Joseon?

From the beginning, it was a system that completely excluded the development of surgical science.

Does that mean they disinfected it like this before putting it in?

I don't think that would have been the case.

"no."

“I see. What should I do?”

As I, who always gave the answer, remained silent, time passed by in an instant.

Not everyone was still.

Alfred also opened his mouth.

“In my opinion… … .”

“You stay still.”

"still……."

“Hey, do you want to try phenol bathing? I’ll be honored if you volunteer.”

"ah."

It didn't help much.

No, that was a close call.

If you're talking about Alfred, isn't he like a test subject for our group?

So naturally, even I thought about giving this person a try.

“Hmm.”

Anyway, while I was spending some quiet time, the patient woke up.

Even with Liston's back-of-the-head punch, he woke up so quickly.

He seemed like a very strong person.

Of course, no matter how strong a person is, he becomes weak in front of Liston, so he cannot act according to his nature.

In addition, my body was already in a bad state.

My stomach hurts so much I can't do anything.

“Ugh. These guys. These guys!”

Instead, he was screaming.

I couldn't make as much noise as before.

I was afraid it would hit me again… … .

Fortunately, it seemed like he had no intention of hitting Liston again.

“Hey, bro. Don’t pour that on your face.”

Instead of clenching his fist, Liston picked up the phenol and iodine he had put down earlier.

Then I shoved it into the patient's mouth and I thought it was really swelling.

“Do I seem like such a savage? I’m a very rational scientist. Oh, really. What a disappointment.”

“Ah… … It’s not swelling.”

“Yeah, I was going to ask.”

“Ask?”

What are you asking?

As he was thinking this, Liston, holding the phenol in one hand and the iodine in the other, asked the patient what he had just said.

“Which one is better?”

"uh……."

The patient looked at Liston with a face that said he didn't understand English.

Then, as if he had no other choice, Liston smiled and pushed the two liquids closer to the patient's face.

“What is better?”

Phenol had a pungent odor.

Just because it's iodine doesn't mean it's any better.

The smell was a little less but the color was an issue.

Yellow… … .

It's a dangerous looking color, even to me.

Anyway, the patient still looked like he didn't understand English.

What do you know?

Of course I don't know.

Wouldn't it be stranger if patients knew about the concept of disinfection when other doctors didn't even know about it?

However, perhaps sensing from Liston's words that if he didn't choose, he would soon be in trouble, he opened his mouth abruptly.

“Now, just give me a moment!”

“Yeah. Haha. What do you think? I’m such a democratic and rational person.”

"uh……."

Let the patient choose the medication.

Even in the 21st century, nothing like this has happened.

I felt like it was truly democratic.

This is something we must learn.

What a world with such an open mind!

'No, no. The doctor should recommend the best option, not ask… … . It's not about treating based on taste.'

I was in awe for a moment and then came to my senses.

But Liston was a quick-tempered man, so he only remembered my admiring face and smiled contentedly.

“Okay. Let’s do it this way from now on. Since there are only two anyway, isn’t it easier to ask questions like this? Also, if something goes wrong later, it’ll be easier to shift responsibility, right?”

And then he confidently said things like that in front of the patient.

The patient's face darkened slightly, but Blundell, who was in a position to stop it more than anyone else, chuckled.

“It’s good. It’s rational. It’s scientific. It’s democratic. Indeed… … Our Britain is the best in this regard.”

“Hahahaha!”

“As expected, you are professors!”

“You are awesome!”

“I respect you!”

Other guys?

What about the other guys… … .

Are you busy flattering me?

me?

It couldn't be any different for me.

This is a really strange thing.

Even I think that seems very reasonable.

I don't know if this is something that happened in the 19th century or if this is really right.

“Hmm… … .”

Anyway, while we were talking such nonsense, the patient was lost in thought.

He went back and forth between phenol and iodine with a serious face, and in the end, what he chose was phenol, which Liston had been secretly pushing closer to.

Maybe it was because the smell was too painful to smell any more.

It literally felt like my nose was clearing out.

If even I, who am far away, am in this situation, how must the patient feel?

“Hey, this please.”

"good."

“Eek!”

“Brother, brother. Don’t hit me!”

“Oh, that’s right. Just use gas. Alfred, turn it on.”

"yes!"

Liston habitually lifted his hand, then motioned Alfred to the patient's head with his chin.

Alfred covered the patient's mouth and nose with a rubber mask that I had specially ordered and improved, with a very skilled hand gesture.

Even so… … there was a hole.

The reason was simple.

-It's turning blue?

-Why is that?

-I don't know.

-ah!

I tried it once before, but there was no oxygen in the gas tank.

That was the message, only nitrous oxide goes in.

As a result, the subject of anesthesia was on the verge of death from lack of oxygen.

Fortunately, I was not a human, but a passing wild dog, so if that hadn't happened…

Shh.

Well, the dog didn't die in the end, so I guess it would have been okay to do it to the person.

Anyway, Alfred soon administered the anesthetic gas, and the patient tried to say something but then passed out.

“Okay, pour it.”

Liston poured phenol solution into the patient's flesh, which had turned white after I walked away.

I was worried that there would be a squeaking sound, but that didn't happen.

No, it did come out, but it was coming from the hydrochloric acid that had been poured somewhere else earlier.

When I looked back, one of the seats was completely destroyed.

You bought that with the intention of giving it to someone?

I almost got burned at the stake… … .

"uh?"

“But why?”

While I was thinking that, Blundell tilted his head.

So I looked and saw that the patient's skin color was changing.

'What the heck?'

Phenol is a bleach.

So I thought that the chemical reaction had already occurred and that it was bleached.

But soon my 21st century knowledge reminded me that even if it could be done, it couldn't be done anymore.

So I wiped the wet spot with a clean cloth and black dirt came out.

Because phenol is toxic, the stains melted and were pushed away better.

"ah."

“How can it be this dirty!”

“Ugh.”

In the past, the gentlemen who would have just thought it was okay without any reaction were now vomiting.

Now I know that it wasn't just a black color, but a mass of miasma.

Is that why?

“Me, brother?”

“But why?”

“This… … feels like my skin is going to peel off?”

“It might be better to peel off this dirty skin.”

“No, but still… … .”

Liston briefly worked as a pusher.

He was so caring that I even thought about entrusting him with my back sometime later.

Of course, just use soap, no bleach.

Anyway, thanks to that, the patient's stomach became very clean.

'Phenol might be right for this time.'

Aren't there more people who don't wash their whole lives?

Can such people be disinfected with only iodine?

I'm becoming increasingly skeptical about iodine.

“Okay, let’s take a look. Flat. Help me.”

"yes."

“You too.”

“Huh? Huh? Huh. Okay.”

We started to cut open the boat, which had been cleaned like that, wearing gloves that had also been rubbed with phenol solution.

Ji-i-ik.

Now the knife must have gotten smaller, and the surgery must have gotten better… … .

Besides, isn't Liston definitely a genius?

I pride myself on being pretty handy, but this guy was a cut above me.

That's why the incision was very clean.

“Hyung? Isn’t it a little small?”

“I think I can try. If it doesn’t work, I’ll increase it then. Anyway… it won’t take long.”

“Oh, yes.”

But it got shorter.

This is probably the smallest incision you can make, except for laparoscopic surgery.

Actually, I didn't do it this small until the old days when proper disinfection was impossible.

I have to take the intestines out.

“Shut up.”

Just like now.

Liston took out the intestines adjacent to the swollen area and slowly turned them until he found the swollen area.

"line."

"yes."

Then he tied the appendix and cut it off.

All that was left was to put it in place and suture it shut.

No, there was a more important process left behind.

'Stale bread… … That won't do.'

Trust in blue mold was declining day by day.

In the first place, I wondered if Killian was better because of Mercury.

The police are using it arbitrarily to target bad guys who have no hope of success… … .

Now it seems they have settled on a different method of execution.

In other words, we should consider that there are no antibiotics.

I guess I failed since I'm not a chemist…

“Let us pray.”

"okay."

So, my group and I prayed with all our heart.

Whoever the target is, please protect them from infection.

This patient in particular was even more important.

It will serve as a basis for preaching the importance of disinfection to others.

Of course, since the operating room was neither sterile nor under positive pressure, the risk of infection could not be reduced through disinfection alone.

That was the point, you can't do it with just one person.

So, we performed more surgeries on patients with pain in the lower right abdomen who had been neglected due to lack of money until today.

Ultimately, six people chose phenol and four chose iodine.

Unfortunately, two of them did not have a swollen appendix.

As expected, it was an illusion to be able to make a complete diagnosis with just a physical examination.

“I guess there’s nothing I can do about it.”

Liston's response was:

Thanks to that, I was able to continue with my treatment without too much of a shock.

Liston is a great man in many ways.