Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 200

Episode 200 What was meant to happen has come… … [4]

The empty laughter soon turned into a real smile.

Actually, come to think of it, it's been a really long time since I've tried such a challenging technique.

It's not like you learn from someone through an apprenticeship system.

The surgery I am about to perform is… … .

Yes, it's a surgery that I did by searching through my head, so to speak.

Of course, it wasn't entirely my idea.

Because I've seen it a lot somewhere.

"huh?"

“What are you doing… … .”

“What are you doing?”

The most important thing is to fill the defect caused by the resection of the lower jawbone.

'They're going to do what's called a local flap, that's what they're talking about… … This is going to be completely different from the surgeries these guys have been doing so far.'

Has this type of surgery ever been done?

There probably wasn't one.

It's not a presumptuous thought.

Originally, medicine was developed in stages.

The level of medicine I witnessed in the 19th century was usually beyond miserable, to the point of being horrible, so of course this kind of surgery would have been unthinkable.

Ga Ga Ga Ga.

Anyway, with Liston's assistance, I resected some of the patient's inner mucosa and muscles, including the lower jaw.

They said it was rotten and cut it up, but it felt real because the actual body was starting to rot a bit.

Good.

I like it because it feels like real life, not practice.

'And besides, Liston… … this… … .'

I felt it when I was doing the amputation, it's almost like a human chainsaw.

Because it is possible to cut so quickly and strongly, damage to the remaining bone is also much less.

'The problem is that not everyone can cut it like this… … .'

The prognosis will probably differ considerably depending on whether or not you have a Liston.

I don't know where else you could make a chainsaw, but would that come out?

In the 19th century?

'This time too, there will be a huge influx of patients.'

After laughing heartily in satisfaction, I looked down at the patient, or rather, the corpse, for a moment.

“Oh, I’m laughing… … .”

"scared……."'

“Cutting a person’s chin like that.”

There was a murmur of those who knew nothing.

Was this the prophet's mind?

I heard that even Jesus was treated this way in his hometown.

I tried to ignore them and decided to do the local flap I had originally planned.

Ji-i-ik.

If the defect is small, I tried turning it inside my mouth.

So, he was trying to turn the muscles on the cheek toward the lower jaw, but it seemed like there was no jaw.

So where and what should we do?

'It might look a little ugly, but… … .'

Let's worry about survival.

Because the limitations of the times are too great to consider aesthetics.

So I made an incision in the chest.

“What are you doing… What are you doing?”

“Are you crazy?”

Then even those who had been looking at me with favor began to murmur.

Liston, who had just heard the brief explanation, whispered in my ear.

'What, now?'

'Just take a look.'

In Joseon, there is a saying that seeing is believing.

It's better to show once than to tell a hundred times, that's the saying.

This was especially true in cases like surgery.

This was especially true if the other person was unfamiliar with anatomical terminology.

Unfortunately, even the best of these, Liston, was not equipped with modern anatomy concepts, so I just played with the knife with great enthusiasm.

Ji-i-ik.

The goal is to leave a portion of the skin and muscle that is connected to the blood vessels on the chest, and then pull the cut portion upward… … .

“Hey!”

“Oh, oh, oh!”

It was placed in the defective area inside the mouth and fixed.

The chest was wide open, and since there was a lot of leather left, I just had to pull it and tie it shut.

What do you mean by that instead… … It didn’t look very good.

'what's this.'

Liston repeated the question again.

I opened my mouth and shrugged.

“This way, we can effectively block the defective area.”

“Do you really think we should make people live like this? That’s not right.”

“After about a month, you can cut off this cartilage part. By then, blood vessels will have grown into the area where it was attached to your mouth.”

“What on earth does that mean?”

It was only after I saw Liston's face that I realized I had skipped many steps.

Not only Liston, but everyone in the classroom had questions in their eyes.

'fu*k.'

What are you talking about, this?

The concept of blood vessels growing… … .

how……?

what……?

“I know that.”

I've been doing fine up until now, but why is it taking so long?

Is it burning?

I don't like being sick.

The moment I thought that, Colin raised his hand.

He had a blank expression on his face, so I felt even more anxious.

-The truth is, the author, Kim Tae-pyeong, is the son of Satan!

What the hell am I supposed to do with this?

You might wonder if that would work, but surprisingly, it does.

Although not legally, private sanctions were rampant in our British Empire, which had long since declared itself a nation governed by the rule of law.

And if the sanctions were something that could be accepted with 'common sense', the police would turn a blind eye.

What is the high probability that someone like me will be killed… … .

“Isn’t there anyone who does a similar surgery?”

Is it there?

It was better than a witch hunt, but it was still a surprising story.

Does it make sense that someone would have a similar surgery?

As I was looking at him with that thought in mind, Colin spoke very fluently.

“As you all know, if you have syphilis, your nose can sometimes melt.”

"yes."

“Of course. Don’t you know that?”

Liston and Blundell were paired up and chatting.

I think those two probably knew that I was in a bad mood and were acting that way.

In that case, Colin had to do well.

Will I do well?

Honestly, I have no idea what's going to come out of that guy's mouth next.

I'm really anxious because he's so ignorant.

“So your nose is melted? It’s syphilis. Isn’t that what they call it?”

"yes."

“A lot of people do that.”

“I heard there’s a place that can rebuild that.”

“Ah… … I heard that too. That’s right, I heard there was a place like that.”

My anxiety eased a little when I saw Liston nod.

It seemed like something was up.

“Actually, it’s embarrassing to say, but… … My older brother has syphilis. It seems like he travels overseas a lot for work… … Anyway, I looked into it and found out that they do the surgery like this. Like this.”

Colin stopped talking, rolled up his sleeves, and put his forearm up to his nose.

I wondered what was going on, but then I remembered that the surgery I was having was a local flap, and then I realized.

“They say that if you stick to your arm like this and wait a while, they’ll cut off the part where it’s connected to your arm. But I can’t just walk around like this, right? That’s why I’m putting it off.”

“Ugh.”

Blundell nodded with a look of understanding.

Everyone did that.

Is this the face that says, "If I can do that, it'll be mine too?"

'Thank goodness there was such a pioneer… … .'

I nodded along, trying my best not to let my true feelings be revealed.

Yeah, that's exactly what I was referencing, that's the nuance I was trying to convey.

“It’s not much different from walking around without a nose… … Why, Blundell.”

Although Liston said something a bit strange in the middle, everyone just let it go.

That means you can now paint.

“So, if we do this, we can fill in the missing part.”

“Huh. But is it really necessary to go through all this trouble? Why not just cut it off and paste it?”

“If flesh falls from its original place, it won’t die. Everyone else has tried it and it didn’t work, so they’re doing it this way.”

“Hmm.”

This time, Liston nodded with an uneasy expression on his face.

I had a feeling that they would do something under the pretext of an experiment sometime soon.

no…….

Let's not think like that.

That guy is also quickly evolving from a 19th century barbarian.

“Anyway, I’m going to try doing it this way.”

“Hmm.”

“Why, again.”

I thought he was going to say something weird again, but this time he wasn't.

Rather, it sounded quite productive.

“If you cut the chest like this, it seems like you’re cutting too much… … What if you put on some flesh on your arms like you would a nose?”

“Oh. Okay, or your legs have more flesh. How about using that flesh?”

“Can’t someone else live?”

At first it was definitely like that, but as more and more people started to add their opinions, it started to get stranger and stranger.

Those crazy guys… … .

I understand that up to the bridge.

Of course, if you can pull the leg and stick it towards your face and live for more than a month.

But other people's lives… … .

'Because I don't know what rejection is… … .'

Fortunately, this was refuted for practical reasons other than medical ones.

There was no need for me to come forward.

“How can you walk with your legs tied like that?”

“How can you be with another person 24 hours a day for a month?”

This is how it was refuted and sunk.

In the end, all that was left was arm fat.

This was something I was worried about as well.

Certainly… … it seemed like the scope of moderation would be greatly reduced.

It may be extremely uncomfortable for the patient, but it is not at all comfortable to have flesh lifted from the chest.

“Let’s think about this some more.”

“Instead of worrying, ask the patient. We are a democratic hospital.”

Because it's democratic… … .

What could be more dangerous than using majority rule in an area of expert knowledge?

I had that thought, but actually going strong was a bit difficult.

'I don't even know what the right answer is… … .'

What the hell.

“Is that so?”

“Okay.”

So in the end, I decided to ask the patients for their opinions again, just like with disinfectants.

Since the patients were mostly women, they were in the obstetrics and gynecology ward.

I'm not trying to discriminate, but places where there were only men were a bit dangerous.

There are laws, but many people either don't know they exist or don't have a problem with breaking them.

Moreover, if the patient has a melting chin… … .

'You could ask what crime you committed to deserve this.'

Sin is just an excuse, and he'll beat you just for fun, probably.

It may sound horrible, but that's how the world really was.

Weren't there human zoos too?

I heard that not long ago in France, a woman named Sarah Baartman was treated as a spectacle.

Even in the 21st century, there is violence against people who look different, so what about this time?

"hmm."

Anyway, we stood shoulder to shoulder and headed towards the patients.

It was only after I was faced with the patient again that I realized that the forearm was not a consideration.

It's too dry.

“This won’t work.”

It wasn't just me who thought that.

Liston agreed.

What's half that compared to his biceps?

It was less than half the thickness, so that said it all.

Maybe they couldn't eat because they were sick, but that was the reality of the workers' lives during this time.

I heard that if you go to the slums right now, there are many corpses rolling around that died not from violence but simply from lack of food.

“Then just with your heart?”

“That’s right. But it doesn’t look like you have a lot of flesh around your chest.”

“It won’t be easy. The best solution is prevention.”

“After you finish the surgery today… … come back to London with me.”

“Yes, I think that’s what we should do. We shouldn’t have patients like this any more.”

"good."

Liston tapped his scabbard a few times and smiled at his patient.

The patient, who was already pale, turned pale.