Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 212

Episode 212 Poison, Poison [3]

“That’s a really evil idea… … .”

“But it was refreshing, wasn’t it?”

“To be honest, yes.”

“Me too.”

The two of them looked at me and muttered as if they were seeing some great evil.

If that's the case, then go over there and do it. I could hear it very well because they were talking nearby.

actually…….

It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was talking to me, except that we were looking at each other.

“Oh my god, that dress… … You’re trying to make a doctor wear it, knowing that if he wears it, someone will die.”

“Well, it’s late to be saying this now. They even made people drink the water from the Thames.”

“Ugh.”

“No, bro. That’s it.”

“But thanks to that, we were able to more properly uncover the true nature of Miasma. It’s not some kind of poison, but a real thing… .”

“Isn’t it poisonous?”

“Hmm.”

I intervened in the middle, but it was of no use.

I ended up drinking the Thames water.

I don't know if I should say it was fortunate or not, but the police seemed surprised and didn't seem to have any intention of linking this to a crime.

The atmosphere was such that if you just said it was part of research, they would let it all go.

So what about the arsenic dress?

“Anyway, let’s try the death penalty like that… … .”

“Yeah. How many are there, the ones who are going to be hanged this time?”

“At least three this week.”

There are three… … .

be few.

I thought the security situation had improved a little.

Or maybe our London police's investigative techniques have improved.

'No, I don't think so… … .'

The investigative technique is… … .

It does exist.

There are some, but most of them are unsolved cases.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that in 21st century South Korea, there are virtually no new problems arising, right?

Here, it would be a miracle if the culprit was caught.

No, I told you before that after catching a murderer, they held a festival.

There is a reason why Sherlock Holmes appeared in the 19th century and became popular.

Anyway, the atmosphere was a bit like that for a while, but soon it started to flow in my favor.

“Three. Three.”

Liston stroked his nose, then nodded.

Yeah, let's do it like this.

Then, as if he were Solomon, he gave a clear answer.

“Try putting one in a place with arsenic wallpaper. A very narrow place.”

“Ah… … Okay. And?”

“The other one wears a dress of arsenic. The other one… … Well. Why don’t you try them both?”

“Both. But arsenic, all of this is going to be expensive. For the prisoners… … Hmm.”

“Take this and use it. I told you it was sponsored. If you use it for a good purpose, the owners will be happy.”

“As expected… … You’re a great person who works tirelessly for our London. Thank you. I’ll go and get ready right away. Then… … Would you like to see it?”

What do you want me to see?

There was no reason to worry.

Aren't we in an era where anything is possible as long as it's for the sake of experimentation or research?

“We’ll have to see. What happens? Only then will we know if it’s really arsenic or if he’s dying for some other reason.”

“That’s right. As expected, he’s a real doctor. Then I’ll call him as soon as he’s ready. As for the execution… well, I’ll tell the chief and have him do it today.”

“Thank you! You are truly a true police officer!”

If he were a true doctor and a true police officer, he could not refuse to make a death row inmate, who was originally destined to die, contribute to humanity at the end.

But I wondered if it was right to delay the death of someone who was supposed to die another day… … .

“Oh, but why the death penalty?”

Since Liston is also human, he felt a bit uneasy and asked the reason.

In this day and age, death row inmates may seem like people who deserve to die… … .

In reality, that's not always the case.

Although they were usually killed locally and did not come here, there were also political prisoners and colonial independence activists.

“Ah… … They are all rapists and murderers.”

“I feel so relieved.”

“Yeah. My family will all come and watch. Ah.”

“But why?”

“Sir Jamie will have to come and see you too… … We might have to coordinate the timing. Anyway, I’ll send you as soon as it’s decided. Depending on the process, the family might like it better. Hanging is too humane, isn’t it? It goes by too quickly.”

“Ah, right. That could be the case. Contact me right away.”

“Okay.”

It ended well.

The Zanzanbari police also took away things like arsenic dresses and wallpaper.

Liston watched the scene and then went to cut off the limbs… … .

me?

I slept a little.

Even though I was with the sap special forces, I stayed up almost all night.

'If you think about it, this is a university hospital… Is it okay to sleep like this during working hours?'

I was lying in my lab with these thoughts, and then I closed my eyes because it all felt so pointless.

A university hospital… … .

this?

Euaaaahhhhhh.

You can hear the screams without even trying to hear them.

Even though anesthesia was administered, isn't this general anesthesia?

Does that mean it's safe?

That's not it either.

Even I think it's better not to use it unless it's an unavoidable situation.

You should definitely look for a local anesthetic.

If you have something like lidocaine… … .

'With that, even major surgeries can be performed.'

In the 21st century, unless there were unavoidable circumstances, general anesthesia was used.

Because it is much easier not only for the person receiving the surgery but also for the person performing the surgery.

However, since it was a time when people lived for a long time and had suffered from serious illnesses such as cancer for a long time, it was difficult to tolerate even general anesthesia, which has improved a lot, so in some cases local anesthesia was required.

How big of a surgery was it?

What is that to me?

Yeah, I also did some chest muscle rotation to block it.

“Hmm.”

As I was thinking about that, it was already evening.

That was because no one dared wake up the professor who was soundly sleeping all night.

In contrast, students were often exploited regardless of whether they slept or not and regardless of whether they paid or not.

Colin did.

No, he was poisoned by arsenic… … .

“What are you doing?”

“Oh, I… … Professor Liston told me to hold his arm.”

“It didn’t get cut?”

“I was nervous, but it was okay. And… …because I had a tonic.”

“A tonic? Something like that… … .”

"that is."

“No, no.”

I just had a bad feeling about this.

Colin, it was even worse because it was that kid.

He looks like a typical racist white aristocrat, but what he does is… … .

You're a savage.

I wouldn't know if nothing special had happened today, but that wasn't the case.

If things get more complicated here, huh?

I don't think it will work… … .

“Later. But are you going too?”

“Of course I should go.”

“Yeah, how’s your body?”

“It’s okay. I’m strong.”

I know that.

Even if you say it's a tonic, there's no way you could have eaten something healthy.

Rather, it would be fortunate if it didn't lower my spirits…

Anyway, I got into the carriage with Colin, whom I had met by chance, and Liston, who was covered in blood from having his limbs cut off.

“Hey, that feels weird. Joseph, give me that.”

"yes!"

Liston made an impression with a bloody face.

It was fu*king scary, really.

Even pedestrians standing far away were startled and fell over.

“Ugh… … It hurts.”

“Wouldn’t it be better than dying even if it hurts a little?”

“Yeah, there’s no way you can get cholera.”

Anyway, Liston continued to write like that, wiping his face, neck, arms, and hands with a white cloth soaked in phenol.

The strong smell of bleach soon filled the carriage.

If I exaggerate a little, I feel like vomiting, but Joseph was flaring his nose at that.

“Ah, the smell of life.”

That's why… … .

Don't avoid others by saying they are crazy.

But it was still okay.

First of all, Joseph himself was a large man and was classified as a Liston line.

I would rather just let my hand hurt than mess with that guy and have the consequences.

“Huh, nice.”

Didn't this Liston push phenol?

At first, the frequency of use was about the same as that of the iodine I brought, but now phenol has an absolute advantage.

Even for me… … Iodine is a bit like that.

It was painful enough that it would sting if it touched the wound, but the problem was that it turned yellow.

Those who hate me are saying that that yellow bastard is plotting to get the white people to change their minds.

I was so upset that I thought about saying that I brought it from France, but I stopped myself.

-If you say that, I won't be able to stop you. You're a Qing gang under French orders… … You'll die right now.

Liston said.

When I heard it, I thought it would really happen, so I did it.

“Ugh, what is that smell?”

Anyway, due to such ointment, phenol maintained its position as the number one disinfectant despite its terrible smell.

“It’s the smell of life. You better get used to it, if you want to live.”

We went inside, past the police standing guard in front.

The old-fashioned police station always looks cool.

Of course, it wasn't all just about looking cool.

There was a space underground that made you wonder if it wouldn't be better than hell.

“This way.”

today?

Today will probably be even more so.

The faces of the police officers, illuminated by the faintly glowing gas lights beside the stairs leading down, looked literally ghostly.

No, really.

“Are these guys okay?”

“Ah… … You said you felt a little dizzy after working. I was going to ask you to take a look since you were coming to the doctor.”

“Are you dizzy? You don’t have any blood… at all?”

“Ugh.”

“I’m throwing up!”

“I’m sorry. It was an embarrassing sight for a London police force to call itself that.”

“No, that’s not it!”

It's an addiction!

Come to think of it, not only are basements narrow and dark, they also have poor ventilation.

Well, if you try to ventilate, the London air will rush in, but it's better than arsenic.

“Eating sap!”

“Number 1!”

“Number 2!”

“Number 3! Let’s go!”

At my command, three brothers, Alfred, Joseph, and Alfred, were dispatched.

It only took 10 minutes to find a suitable container, boil water, and start distilling.

This is crazy.

With these guys, we could probably get 30 people IV'd without it being a joke.

Besides, since he was conscious now, it was much easier to just mix some salt in and feed him.

“What a rare sight.”

The policeman smiled happily as he watched his subordinates slowly regain their lost blood.

Liston patted the officer on the shoulder.

“Wouldn’t there be a more precious sight down there?”

“Haha. That’s right. There has never been an execution so full of green in the history of mankind.”

“It’s a luxurious execution, isn’t it?”

“Yes. The dress was too small, so I cut it a little short. Is that okay?”

“It’s sponsored, so it’s okay.”

I was originally going to say that sponsorships should be returned, but I stopped myself.

Actually, I had no intention of giving it back.

What good will it do if I give it to you?

Don't kill people.

“It’s okay now. Don’t go near the basement. Got it?”

“Yeah. Oh my.”

Anyway, I left the police alive and headed down.

Maybe it was because I blew more while I was working, but it didn't feel like the entire basement was full of arsenic.

Of course, I couldn't be sure.

Arsenic has no odor.

“If anything feels wrong, let’s tell each other.”

"yes."

So, after we prepared our safety devices, we sat down on the chairs that had been prepared in advance.

Before my eyes were three small cells, two of which had bright green wallpaper plastered all over them.

These were cells that would soon be filled with death row inmates.