Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 21

Episode 21 What did you guys do? [3]

My senior had quite a bit of money.

Surely, since he was a rich kid, he had at least enough money to complete the survey.

"no……."

“You are making a great contribution to the advancement of medicine.”

“What contribution… … I brought this money just to buy myself a new outfit… … .”

“Are your clothes okay now?”

“No… … It’s almost party season… … . Dad may not know, but I’m dating… … .”

“Oh my. A person who is going to be a doctor is dating. That’s ridiculous.”

I couldn't put my chin out.

Look at those eyes.

How precious it is.

This kid.

It's because I keep not talking, but he is a life-saver.

“Here it is.”

“Oh, okay.”

"here."

"yes yes."

There was a reason for not speaking.

No matter how good something is, if you keep talking about it, its value diminishes even though you don't get anything in return.

How did you find out?

If you work under the professors, you will learn everything.

– I worked so hard to teach you, and now you can't even do this!

– No, I can't do it.

Not to that extent.

How much of this do I really… … .

“Here it is.”

“Oh, yes yes.”

Anyway, while I was waiting, the midwives each wrote down what they had experienced over the past few months.

My heart felt warm as the stacks of papers piled up one by one.

Why?

Even at a glance, there is clearly a difference.

That wasn't something that was trivial either.

The statistics written down by our professors, Bloodborne, Blundell, and Nabal, and the statistics written down by them were at least ten times different.

-Do you wash your hands?

-Wipe it.

The answer has been like this.

At least he seemed to wash his hands when he made home visits.

It was a bit disappointing that the reason was simply custom.

Still, I could say that it was fortunate.

Anyway, I did wipe my hands.

So I was able to see this stark difference with my own eyes.

“Okay, senior, Joseph. Come here.”

As with all surveys, it didn't take long.

It was all over in less than ten minutes.

analyze?

The analysis took even less than that.

It was a natural thing.

I had an expected outcome, and this outcome was no different.

“Look carefully, senior. This is our… …obstetrics and gynecology professor. What was his name?”

“Professor Blundell. He’s a scary man.”

“Oh, yes, Professor Blundell.”

It may be a bit odd to say this now, but

No matter how many times you hear a foreign name, it's not like you can just recognize it at a glance.

Blundell.

What do you mean, your name is Blundell?

Compared to that, Joseph and Alfred are quite honest names.

Anyway, now wasn't the time to evaluate names, so I nodded and handed over the documents.

“Look here. Look at the maternal death rate in our hospital.”

“Hmm… … One or two out of ten die.”

“I see. That’s quite a lot.”

You could make this kind of expression while saying that one or two out of ten people die.

Those crazy guys.

Can you say something like that in front of your mother?

Can you say that you gave birth to a child by playing Russian roulette?

'Well… … These two are from rich families… … so they must have been born at home. Me too. Thank you, Mother.'

I suddenly miss my mom.

“Don’t you think it’s not just a lot, but too much?”

“Huh? Before medicine developed, more people would have died.”

“So. Haven’t you heard that survival rates have gone up since forceps came out?”

But I couldn't cry right now because I wanted to see my mom, so I tried to solve it as rationally as possible.

Then an absurd opinion came back.

No, is that right?

Are you saying that there were more deaths than this before?

'No… … That doesn't make sense… … .'

It is true that humans have a higher maternal mortality rate than other animals because their heads are large… … .

But if more than one or two out of ten people die, who would want to get pregnant?

Even if you think about it from a man's perspective, not just a woman's, it was the same.

There's a one in three chance of losing your wife?

If you have two children, there's less than a 50% chance that your wife will still be alive.

“Let’s think of it in absolute terms. Absolutely.”

But modern medicine, no, at this point in time, what can we say to those who are obsessed with modern medicine?

Even I thought I was the best when I was a resident.

The more I knew about it, the more it became like that.

I often thought that I didn't know because I didn't know what I didn't know.

Yes, I need to understand from the perspective of a senior who has been around for a long time.

“Absolutely… … not that little.”

“So. Hmm.”

“But look, it’s different when midwives give birth at home.”

I pointed to the papers, hoping to shock them.

The numbers were averaged using 21st century mathematics.

It was 21% to 1.8%.

If you don't feel anything after seeing this, aren't you just cold-blooded?

Or maybe he's a kid who intentionally kills people.

“Oh, what should I say?”

“Haha. That’s common sense, Pyeong-ah.”

But I laughed.

I wanted to make you feel alert, but you're laughing?

If I had a hammer, I'd really like to hit them in the head once or twice.

“The air is different.”

“Yeah. London is a bit… … right? Go outside and live, Pyeong-ah. It’s dark.”

While they were trembling, the two of them continued talking.

“Or a vein? Huh? The water might be a bit bad.”

“Oh, I heard that too. Pyeong-ah, what did you do in class last time? Why didn’t you study?”

As you can see, it was all bullshit.

Water veins in the air?

flaw.

“Don’t you know what miasma is?”

"Whew……."

Then, finally, he started looking at me with an expression on his face as if he was seeing something he shouldn't have seen.

What made me a little uneasy was that he brought up a topic I knew nothing about.

Miasma?

What the heck is that… … .

“Don’t you know him? Is it because he’s Korean?”

“Ah… … Even among the people in our country, those who don’t study wouldn’t know.”

“He didn’t study.”

“That’s why. Medical students… … .”

The two continued to look at me with contempt.

Meanwhile, I was reminiscing about old memories.

Did you learn this in physiology class?

I don't know what miasma is, but I don't think it's a clinical term.

If that were the case, there's no way I would have completely forgotten.

After I learned to read, what I did every day was to write a book so that I wouldn't forget it…

“I thought you knew that. Come to think of it, in the dissecting room… …you know, infections can be caused by this stuff. It smells bad in there too.”

But as our conversation continued, I realized that there was something off between us.

stink?

It's so cool.

“The air in such places is called miasma.”

"hmm."

“That’s the root of all evil. There’s nothing you can do about a hospital. It’s a place where sick people gather… … The air here is full of miasma. We’re making a kind of sacrifice. That’s probably why many seniors leave at a young age.”

Regardless of my thoughts, our senior had a really absorbed look on his face.

He seemed to be intoxicated with himself.

Doctor's note.

Yeah, it's a bit too much of a stretch.

The smell of the night air you smell after saving someone's life is enough to make you intoxicated.

But do you think you deserve that?

'I remember now. Miasma. It was one of the things written in the genealogy.'

To conclude, it was a word that remained in my memory for a long time.

It was also a word that appeared on the test.

It mostly appears in parts that point out errors in medicine.

Of course, it wasn't a very important subject, and it was a word that only appeared in Pass or Fail subjects.

'I guess I'm smart.'

I can't believe I remember all this.

I think it was probably because of the 19th century.

“Our sacrifice will save the lives of other patients.”

I wanted to hit him in the back of the head while telling him to stop being a jerk.

Even though I'm making sacrifices, I won't be able to survive.

You're killing me instead, you guys.

Fortunately, the people I had to convince weren't these idiots.

Blundell… … Wait a minute.

“Hey, hey. Where are you going?”

Not wanting to talk any more, I hurried out of the sickroom and headed to Professor Blundell's lab.

It wasn't that difficult to find.

This hospital has concentrated everything in one place for research and treatment efficiency.

This is really ignorant from an infectious disease perspective… … At the time, there was no such concept, so it couldn’t be helped.

dripping.

Anyway, I stood in front of Professor Blundell's lab with two hooves on my back.

It was a door with an incredibly antique look.

I had a feeling that the person in here should be a philosopher rather than a doctor.

But times are what they are, and even that Robert Liston, the butcher, no, the doctor, was sitting behind a door like this.

“Hey hey. What are you doing… … .”

“What are you doing! How dare you come into the professor’s lab!”

The two who followed behind literally made a fuss behind him.

But I was determined.

'I can't stand seeing people die anymore, you punks.'

People are dying.

Even if you are not a doctor, you have to be determined when it comes to people's lives.

“Who is it?”

Of course, I also thought about turning back because the voice I heard inside was lower than I thought.

But Professor Blundell knows what he looks like.

I wouldn't have been able to say that to Robert Liston, let alone open my mouth, but I could have said it to Blundell.

“Hello, Professor. My name is Pyeong, a first-year student.”

“Um. Come in.”

I had long since mastered the art of speaking plainly to superiors.

So I was able to ask permission and go inside.

"uh."

And then it froze.

'Robert Liston… … .'

Yeah, damn it, with the structure of the throat, it's impossible for someone to produce a voice like that!

Why are you here with me!

A man over 180 cm tall was looking down at me.

Blundell, the landlord, was sitting, and because he was sitting in the yard where there was already a height difference, only the butcher, no, the doctor, caught his eye.

I don't know if he got his PhD or not, but if he got his PhD, he probably wouldn't be using a knife.

“What is it, what’s going on?”

“Tell me, sir.”

Anyway, once I got in, I couldn't keep my mouth shut.

I put the stack of papers on the table and said.

“Professor, the rate of experiencing puerperal fever or death is more than ten times higher when midwives visit homes to deliver babies versus when babies are delivered in hospitals.”

“Yeah, so?”

“Up until now, I have explained based on the miasma theory… … but there is a crucial difference between the two.”

“What's the difference?”

It struck like a decisive blow, but Blundell was indifferent.

It was Robert who was responding now.

He was also a bit indifferent, but he was still staring at me intently.

'Yeah. Even if it's a doctor… … .'

Wouldn't it be fortunate if even this human could come over?

I showed him the word 'wash your hands' while thinking about this.

“Midwives wash their hands when they do home visits, but they don’t do it here. That could be the reason for the difference.”

“Do you know what miasma theory you are denying?”

“It’s the bad air theory.”

“It’s a theory that’s been passed down for hundreds of years. What you’re denying now is that. Without any other clues.”

"but……."

“But it is a new perspective. Hmm… … What should I do… … .”

As a result, the ball was passed to Baekjeong.

Depending on how it turns out, you could become a doctor.