Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 205

Episode 205 This… … [2]

Ominous or not, the morning dawned in London.

As always, it wasn't very refreshing or anything.

There's a thick cloud of smoke rising outside… … .

The Thames River water is dirty water, so wouldn't it be stranger if you thought it was refreshing?

So I wasn't feeling too bad.

I came to the hospital after having a tasteless breakfast as usual.

“How is it?”

“Shh.”

Then I saw the patients.

They were female workers who had surgery two days ago.

fortunately…….

I didn't feel like I was going to die right away.

There are no signs of infection.

'Well… … it would be strange if an infection occurred even though I cleaned it with bleach.'

It was so toxic that my gloves melted a little.

Since it's not disposable and I'll be using it for a long time, I'll probably have to change it periodically, but I thought I'd change it because it felt uncomfortable, and I never imagined it would melt and have to be changed.

Anyway, it didn't seem like everything was good.

“Oh, try it. Oh.”

Fortunately, the swelling inside was subsiding.

It's quite fast… … .

As expected, people in the 19th century were different.

Strong.

'No matter how strong you are… … your muscles don't grow teeth or anything.'

It was a ridiculous thought, but I had some hope.

I still don't know if this is the same Earth I was on.

Looking at all the other rotations, it certainly seems to be the case for the Earth, but when looking at the medical aspect, it keeps seeming wrong.

So I had such expectations, but as expected, that didn't happen.

“Okay, take this off.”

As soon as I thought the swelling had gone down and I could breathe normally, I had the metal tube inserted into my throat removed.

There was no benefit in continuing this.

Since it's iron and not plastic, it'll rust…

Then wouldn't I get poisoned by heavy metals or catch the common tetanus?

If it gets stuck in your neck, you can't cut it, you'll just die.

“Ugh, ugh.”

“If you want to talk, block it here. Yes. Like that. Should I block it with this? Because this has been disinfected?”

“Oh, what is this?”

“It must be a difficult concept… … Just know that if you don’t, you’ll die.”

“It’s okay… … Yes, yes.”

Is that why you say you're going to die while thinking like that?

The patient nodded his head wildly, perhaps realizing it.

I was terrified.

'Still, your pronunciation is better than before the surgery. At that level, you should be able to go somewhere and do simple tasks.'

If you can't solve the problem of making a living, what's the use of trying to cure the illness?

Actually, I rarely thought about this when I was in South Korea.

I don't know if it's because I work at a university hospital or because the country is much better off.

Probably both.

Since it is the largest university hospital, patients who are somewhat wealthy come… … .

The state of the country was nothing compared to 19th century London.

“Ah, okay.”

As I was looking after the patients and performing some simple procedures, Liston approached me.

He must have had a cut today, because there was blood splattered on his face.

I didn't point it out because it might not have been deleted on purpose.

“Yes, brother.”

“I got an answer to that match. It looks like Sir Jamie spoke to me again today.”

"oh?"

“I saw it rattling badly yesterday. You’re really good at that kind of thing.”

“Haha… … That’s right. If you’re a high school student, do you think the doctor would like it if you revealed it in front of him?”

“That’s true. What on earth did they put the beard on… … Anyway, it looks like they won’t be making it in London anymore.”

“Wow. Ah… … ?”

In London?

It's not like you're not doing it at all?

“I guess they’re already making a lot of them in other regions. They said there’s no need to import them from France. Isn’t that a good thing? These are military supplies, so we can’t just rely on the French.”

“No… … But isn’t this dangerous?”

“Haha. What can I do? Are you going to save everyone in the world? That’s not possible. Once you’re out of sight, you’ll feel better.”

“Is that so…?”

You say it so confidently that I wonder if it's really true.

I'm confused… … .

“By the way, I heard that this newly opened restaurant is really good… … Would you like to go there?”

“A restaurant…?”

“Don’t be like that. We have delicious food in England too.”

"hmm……."

I'd rather just make things confusing.

I just want to hear weird noises.

I'd rather not take you to a restaurant.

Was there anything that this person said was delicious that was actually delicious?

no…….

That's fine, as long as it doesn't taste bad.

"town."

“What a person… … . You make me sick while recommending a restaurant. That’s rude.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. But. That thing I ate back then… … Stargazer?”

“Ah… … That. Don’t worry about it. I won’t be able to cook again.”

“Did you kill him?”

“No, that would mean killing all the British chefs. I just broke their arms.”

"ah."

You might think that this is too much.

What kind of cooking can kill or save a person?

But, he deserved to die.

I baked mackerel in the shape of a star on bread… … .

Even though mackerel is originally a fish with a bit of a fishy taste, it's delicious when cooked well, right?

But if you do that… … .

"town."

“Hahaha, you buddy! This isn’t going to work! You should go out and eat today, if only to fix your memory!”

“Oh, are you going to Pyeongdo?”

“They say it’s a delicious place, but can we just go there? The three musketeers should go.”

“That’s true. Pyeong, just in case, don’t tell your disciples. They’ll be upset.”

Looking at it like this, I wonder if it's different this time…

Still, you shouldn't expect much.

Have you ever made such a fuss about eating something called haggis before?

That's really… … .

Even if you are curious, you should never search for it.

Well, if you haven't tried it, you might just be imagining it… … .

"town."

“Hahaha! This is really hurting my pride as a British person.”

“Yeah, our food might be a little weird! But we also have some delicious food. You’ll be amazed when you go.”

I keep feeling nauseous… … .

Maybe it was because I was absent-minded, but when I looked back, I realized it was a carriage.

It looked like Liston had carried it with one hand and put it inside.

They both looked genuinely hurt.

It didn't seem like he was angry though.

If you have a conscience, you shouldn't do that.

I could confidently say that food is more messed up than medicine.

"uh……?"

Even for me, who has had my trust betrayed many, many times, this was a sight that gave me some hope.

Looking at the sign, it looked almost new, but there was a line of people standing in front of it.

This was true not only for the common people, but also for those who appeared to be upper class.

The standing line is different though… … .

It was surprising, considering that such a sight was extremely rare.

In the first place, England is divided into places where commoners go and places where nobles go.

“Look. I’m not kidding. Because of you, I’m late, so I might not be able to eat this.”

“Since when has this been happening?”

“I don’t know. I heard it wasn’t even a few weeks ago… … What was that? Yeah, it looks like Ser Jamie is showing off his green at the banquet and becoming more popular.”

“Is that so cool?”

“It was cool. But it was expensive.”

“That?”

“That’s not cheap either. But it’s delicious, and most of all, it’s pretty.”

Liston and Blundell were gossiping while I was surprised.

He had the look of an excited teenager, but it wasn't really something to be criticized.

Because the craving for good food in Britain is enormous.

The problem was that the desire kept being expressed in a distorted way.

That's why things like Haggis, Stargate, and Nabal come out.

“This… … I’ll put it in front for now. You should take a look at the situation.”

“Okay.”

The roadside was filled with carriages.

To begin with, it wasn't a very wide road, but there were so many carriages that it seemed like it would be difficult to get out if we went any further.

I barely managed to take my eyes off the shit those words had left behind and headed toward the restaurant.

This shouldn't have been an easy task, but it didn't matter because I had Liston with me.

People moved out of the way like the Red Sea parted.

But even then, he didn't even give me a line.

As I said before, it was built not long ago, so the only thing that could be seen was the glass window that gave a clear view of the inside.

"ah……."

“Haha. I knew it. Isn’t it amazing?”

“How did they get this color?”

The food displayed inside the glass window was surprisingly dessert-type.

What was even more surprising was that the colors were so vivid.

That level of color development is hard to find even in the Apgujeong or Cheongdam cafes of the 21st century.

Even though I don't go out of the hospital very often, I've been on a lot of blind dates, right?

Every time, I had to go to a cafe or restaurant… … .

Anyway, that's how I know.

It's never easy to color something edible like that.

'A regressor… …?'

The first thought that came to mind was, of course, regression.

If you think about it, isn't it a bit strange that I'm the only one who came back from the future?

I don't know if it's a terrible coincidence or providence, but it's a rare occurrence, but still, only me?

Otherwise, it would make sense that 19th century London could become 21st century London.

Yeah, if the doctor changes it on his own, how much will it change?

uh?

There are more than one or two problems… … .

“Hey, let’s go in!”

“Haha. I knew this would happen. But still. I guess I’ll have to wait.”

“How much time do we have? Can we eat something?”

“I thought you were in a hurry. Well, it’s not like there’s no way.”

I need to meet the owner.

I'm going to eat it, but I need to know who made it and how.

The problem is that there are too many people… … .

“Ah… … I want to cut off my limbs.”

“Hey, don’t say that out loud.”

Liston stepped forward.

It was while tapping the handle of the knife.

“Why, what. There must be someone here who can cut it. Oh, over there.”

“What, what is it?”

“Your arm looks rotten here.”

“It’s just a little sore.”

“It’s swollen. This needs to be cut… … .”

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

Then, he suddenly took the place of someone who had run away in a panic.

A few people tried to look at him from behind, but it was no use.

That's because there was no one I could make eye contact with.

I know this is the wrong way to do it, but… … .

Isn't that what's important right now?

I decided to collude with the world.

It may be a bit much to say that it was thanks to that, but anyway, we were able to get in after a while.

It was basically a set of five desserts that you could order, two blue, one red, and two green.

‘Even if I look at it again, the color is like this… … It doesn’t make sense.’

It's impossible with 19th century science.

Food coloring.

It was clear that this was a chemist from the 21st century.

“Brother. Can you tell me who made this and how?”

“It’s a trade secret. Should I tell you?”

“Isn’t there a way to do everything?”

“That’s right. Hey!”

I was getting anxious so I used Liston again.

Fortunately, this time there was no need to resort to violence.

The chef did that because he was very proud of his dish.

Plus, since Liston and I have become somewhat of celebrities in London recently, we were even more excited and chattered.

“It’s a secret, but… … Since you’re not the type of person to go around talking about it, I’ll tell you.”

“I like that you have a refreshing personality!”

“Now, the blue is copper sulfate, the green is arsenic, and the red is mercury.”

"yes?"