Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 198

Episode 198 What was going to happen has happened… … [2]

“Look here, sir.”

“Ahh… … Okay, okay.”

Coming out of the National Assembly, I was definitely upset.

no…….

Are you talking about a person?

No matter how much I don't like those baguette guys, it's like that.

Just because they did it, does that make sense to say they aren't doing what needs to be done?

“He actually said he didn’t have any money. It’s true.”

“The British Empire has no money? What kind of… nonsense.”

“No, it’s true. We’re losing a lot of money on trade with the Qing.”

"ah……?"

Why is Qing here?

I was puzzled because it seemed to have some connection to the history I knew.

Of course, Liston could not have noticed such confusion.

Besides, isn't the way he just showed us something that's a bit… …far from his usual energetic self?

Because of that, I also felt intimidated.

Liston's timid face.

This was also quite a sight, so it was worth taking the time to look at it.

So I could listen intently and without looking bored while Liston passionately and passionately told me things I already knew.

“Tea, tea. Isn’t this really delicious? But it only comes from Cheong.”

“That’s true, but does that mean the British Empire doesn’t have money?”

“I told you there isn’t any? Those bastards don’t buy anything. But we buy silk, porcelain, and even tea. So do we have silver or not?”

“Ah… … Does that mean you can’t even maintain the water supply and sewer system?”

“I can do it, but I heard there are other urgent matters. There must be a problem or two in London.”

"that……."

I looked around, riding in the carriage I had purchased with Liston's money.

The London reflected outside the window was a gray city.

It could be because the window was foggy, but I knew that wasn't the only cause.

This place wasn't just full of problems; it was full of them.

“Anyway, let’s do what we can. First, let’s boil water and drink it according to the region.”

“You said that our citizens would listen to that, brother?”

“People close to you will hear.”

Liston raised his fist at my words.

The fist of the barbarian, which had seemed infinitely small in the National Assembly, was still large and majestic.

If you hit him with one blow, he would be dead, whether he was a member of parliament, a prime minister, or a king.

The problem is that they also die, but unfortunately, ordinary citizens do not have that kind of power.

“Well, that might be true.”

“If we do that… … then the next time there’s a cholera outbreak, we can show as evidence that those who listened to us survived, and it’ll be a little better.”

“Shouldn’t we listen to that much evidence?”

“The evidence from Paris is excellent evidence. But you still won’t listen to it. You’re like uncivilized people.”

"hmm."

As the 19th century began to look increasingly barbaric, it seemed that Liston too was becoming a true scientist.

It was a good thing.

It's a bit unfortunate that the water supply and sewerage system isn't being maintained…

If you think about it, isn't it something that would take years even if we started right now?

In comparison, threatening the people around you into changing the water was something that could be done immediately.

Yeah, I guess I should think positively.

There's nothing we can do.

Could it be that in the 19th century it was all about patience and the spirit of being able to do that?

A corner of my heart that had been stained with disappointment and anger until just a moment ago was quickly calming down.

"hmm."

“Hmm.”

Unfortunately, that peace of mind did not last long.

After getting off the carriage, we headed to the emergency room.

It wasn't my intention, the coachman was confused and let me down there.

It's understandable because the roads in London are so complicated, but seeing a gentleman who only drives on this road like this made me think he must have been driving drunk.

It's not like there are quite a few patients who come in after being hit by carriages for no reason…

I went inside, thinking that what I was saying was a bit scary, so I should ask Liston to do it later.

At the same time, I was able to face a patient with a terrible appearance.

"eww……."

“Ugh… … .”

At first I thought he was hurt.

The jaw was rotting away, but… … Well, wouldn’t that not be uncommon if the initial treatment had been received at a hospital other than ours?

This was 19th century London, a world where even a minor injury could lead to major harm.

No, not Paris either.

But if there were two of them, I had to think differently.

“What should I do with this?”

The doctor in charge would look at those patients one by one and say things like this.

Perhaps it wasn't just the treatment that seemed so daunting.

The patients' clothing was also extremely shabby.

No, it's not just shabby… … .

It was erased.

Can these patients afford to pay?

There was no way that could be possible.

“Fine. The chin is our specialty… … .”

I became interested.

I also thought that it might have something to do with my knowledge.

So, as I was about to walk in that direction, Liston stopped me.

No, I was trying to stop you.

“What?”

“No. But the money… … .”

“What?”

“Let me pay.”

Because he had sinned earlier, he followed me with a gloomy face.

Of course, it only looked gloomy to me, but to other people it just looked scary.

Besides, didn't they have a history of taking dog bite patients away in a rather brutal manner in the emergency room before?

As I was doing that, the doctor in charge was taking a step back without realizing it.

It's not that it wasn't, but it probably wasn't a good sight for this patient.

Oh my gosh, your jaw is rotten.

It was not only horrible to look at, but it was also clear that I had no idea what to do.

With the 19th century medicine that I know, it was absolutely incurable.

“Patients.”

“Ugh.”

The two patients simply groaned in response to my words.

The correct answer could be heard from a similarly dressed woman who came with him.

"yes yes."

“How did it come to this?”

“I don’t know… … I went to check because he didn’t go to work, and he was so sick.”

“Going to work? Where are you working?”

“It’s a factory.”

"which?"

Just because it's the right answer doesn't mean it's true.

Since most of them were not familiar with medical questions and had not even received higher education, it was common to have to repeat even simple questions several times to get the answers they wanted.

This is an area where I also need more training.

In the treatment process, it was right for the doctor to completely tailor it to the patient.

“It’s a match.”

“Ah, shit.”

The word match made me curse without realizing it.

Fortunately, it was a Korean curse word, so the British people didn't understand it.

That was the case, except for Liston.

“I don’t think this is the place I threatened.”

He made an excuse that wasn't an excuse.

“It’s true. It’s a rubber factory. They make condoms.”

“It would be natural if you came forward, hyung. But… … .”

“I heard that white phosphorus matches are a money-maker. Also… … Will these uncivilized Londoners heed the warning you gave them back then? How many will there be? In fact, I didn’t know it would end up like this.”

“Ugh… … This is a big problem.”

Liston's expression was also gloomy, but probably not as gloomy as mine.

As I looked at the two patients' melted jaws, I thought of the many more that lay behind them.

Shit.

I feel like cursing.

Actually, doesn't white phosphorus gas look harmful at first glance?

Even though it may not seem like it, the gas wasn't the only one causing chronic poisoning.

This guy causes acute symptoms, and even though I warned him through Liston and the director, he just keeps using it like this.

“Uh… …Is treatment possible?”

"therapy……."

It's a cure.

Yes, first of all, I had to see the patient in front of me, not behind me.

Of course, at the same time, I will mobilize all my connections and power, including the director and the Duke, to raid these damn match factories… … .

'Looking at the National Assembly today, it seems like it's not a hate country for nothing… … .'

These kids, this.

Huh? Aren't they the ones who value money more than human lives?

I heard that white phosphorus matches are also used in the military… … .

Perhaps the suffering of these socially disadvantaged people could be dismissed as a minor, unavoidable sacrifice that must be endured.

“Oh, would you like to try it?”

Anyway, rather than worrying about that, I decided to see the patient first.

"ah."

"hmm."

It was a sight that made me sigh.

The only good thing is that the upper jaw looks okay… … .

The lower jaw was a real mess.

I think it's because the concept of brushing teeth hasn't been established in the first place…

It appeared that the existing cavity had extended down as the lower jaw bone weakened.

It's rotten, that's what was said.

Of course, it was very different from what we usually mean by rotten.

This is… … .

"cutting?"

Liston, who saw the rotten thing, unconsciously fiddled with the scabbard, as if his hands were itching.

Now, I was carrying around a knife like that without even using it, except to cut off limbs.

It seems like it should have been a crime to possess a weapon, but it was tolerated.

The police station had already determined that Liston's knife was for medical use.

“Eek.”

Thanks to that, the emergency room doctor who had been taking a step back is now not just taking a step back, he is running away.

“Isn’t it?”

When I remained silent for a moment, Liston asked back with a look on his face as if he had made a mistake.

I wanted to say that I was wrong too.

But unfortunately, this cannot be saved.

“I have to cut it.”

“I will do it. In one stroke… … .”

“No, no. Just a moment.”

If there was no other way, it might have been better to just cut it off with one stroke of a sword.

but…….

How can a person live if their lower jaw is cut off like that?

There was also the question of whether or not it had been cut.

Even people who are familiar with surgery may not be able to adapt if the anatomy changes.

“Have you tried it?”

“I tried it when I was learning.”

Has there ever been a jawbone resection in history?

If there had been no white phosphorus gas, there would have been… … .

“Have you tried it?”

"then."

“What… … why?”

You don't want to cut it, do you?

A living person's chin… … .

hmm.

It was also difficult to be certain that it was not true.

Aren't these the times?

If Liston was learning, it would have been even more primitive 10 or 20 years ago.

“Why, I got cut while shaving and that’s the problem. I don’t know why we shave in the first place.”

"ah……."

shaving…….

If you're not careful while shaving, you might end up cutting your chin.

I just thought it looked cool to grow a beard at the time, but I'm starting to think there might have been a very rational reason behind it.

“Then cut?”

“No, but still.”

I felt it was a bit odd to just cut it off after trying it.

First, wouldn't it be necessary to decide how far along the lower jaw to cut and also decide on the method?

If possible, I wanted to give him something to chew on.

Even if the loss of form is unavoidable, functional reconstruction seems necessary.

'Flap… … No. That's absolutely impossible.'

When I think of reconstruction, the first thing that comes to mind is flap surgery.

It involves taking flesh from another place and attaching it, and in highly developed modern medicine, even bones are attached.

I've actually heard that there are cases where the jawbone is removed because of cancer and reconstructed with the fibula.

But I haven't tried it.

I don't even know how to do it.

'Should I turn it around… … Hmm… … Hmm… … .'

That was a tall order.

Another way was needed.

I looked back and forth between the two patients for a while with a worried expression on my face.