Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 214

Episode 214 Poison, Poison [5]

“Uwueek… … .”

The prisoner, wearing a green dress and surrounded by green wallpaper, was now vomiting.

In fact, it was more likely that the disappearance of blood was due to gourmet food.

what…….

It could be because I sweat and lose body heat, but honestly, I'm not sure.

Where have I seen arsenic poisoning?

It's not that our hospital didn't have an addiction center.

Of course it was there, as it was the best hospital in South Korea.

But addictions also have trends.

Visorani… … .

'Usually, it's herbicide… … In many cases, they come after taking Gramoxone or pesticide.'

I didn't see any arsenic.

I guess they're making it somewhere, but I don't have anything to see.

So, this is the first time I've seen an addict, that's what I was saying.

All I knew about the symptoms was what was written in the literature.

“It’s definitely an addiction.”

Actually, the same would be true for Liston.

I'm holding the weight and saying this, but… … .

You probably don't know.

When have we ever watched someone die from addiction like this?

Well, he's a doctor, so he would have done something.

Whether it's drawing blood or cutting off an arm…

Whatever it was, I don't understand it, but I guess they did it.

“Could it be a coincidence?”

In the meantime, I looked back at a guy who was talking some really ridiculous stuff.

So did Liston.

But soon the two of us had to become polite.

why?

That's because that's what Sir Jamie said.

Well… … it’s not that I didn’t understand.

Who's causing this green stir in London's social scene right now?

Of course, since it was already a trend in Paris, it would have become a trend in London at some point… … .

If you wanted to find the culprit right away, it was Sir Jamie.

'What a coincidence, you little punk.'

I would have hit him once if it weren't for the real Jamie Sir.

Huh? Right in front of your eyes?

There's a dying person wearing green, is that a coincidence?

But that man is Sir Jamie.

A man of considerable power even among the nobility of the British Empire… … .

A true nobleman.

“Just watch a little longer. If all three of them die, it won’t be a coincidence.”

There are also Liston who are good at controlling their anger in front of power, but what can I say?

“Yes, yes. Let’s wait for now.”

“Yeah, well, that prisoner isn’t dead either, is he?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Of course, I'm still gasping for breath.

It couldn't be helped.

It's arsenic poisoning. The more you breathe, the more arsenic you get.

furthermore…….

'I think that wallpaper is real.'

The smell coming from the wallpaper… … .

That smell was too bad to be dismissed as moldy…

Isn't that poison?

miasma?

Oh my god.

Is it the 19th century disease that has spread? They are talking about poison.

“Squeak. Squeak… … .”

While I was lost in thought for a moment, the prisoner in the middle room was now almost breathing his last.

Then the faces of the prisoners on either side of him changed dramatically.

just…….

It made sense, since he must have thought that she had sent him into the room to tease him.

In fact, if they had any common sense, they should have thought that something bad would happen to us when the victim's family came, even if we didn't know…

Do you have any common sense?

It is no exaggeration to say that there are only illiterate people, let alone those with higher education.

“What, what is it!”

“Oh, it’s poison! You sprayed poison!”

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

The anxious prisoner leaned against the wall.

therefore…….

With a green wall.

That was the source of the poison, so I couldn't figure out what they were trying to avoid by going there.

It occurred to me that perhaps arsenic poisoning might cause hallucinations.

“Ugh, ugh. Eeeeek.”

The guy who had been stuck to the wall like that now started vomiting.

There might have been a psychological impact as well.

Even if you can't see it, wouldn't it be scary if the guy who was making a fuss next to you became quiet?

Sometimes, what you can't see can be scarier.

“Oh my, these crazy guys! These devilish guys!”

In contrast, the guy wearing only a dress was definitely fine.

In fact, if you just think about the amount of arsenic exposure… … .

The dress had to be more overwhelming than the wallpaper.

That's right.

It is no exaggeration to say that I have lumps of arsenic all over my body.

So, the smell oozing out of that wallpaper… … I think that might be the worst culprit.

“Just look at that little brat talking.”

Anyway, the prisoner was crying really desperately.

As I listened, I started to wonder if we were doing something wrong.

However, the department head who was the one who selected the prisoner was rather indifferent.

“Think about what you’ve done. No matter what happens to you, you deserve it!”

“No matter what, it’s like that! How could you do something like this!”

“Oh, it’s okay for you to do this.”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Can I beat that kid up once?”

We became a little curious after hearing the department head's words.

I only heard that he committed rape and murder, but I didn't hear the details.

It might feel a bit too fin-de-siècle… … .

In fact, rape and murder are very common crimes in our London.

In particular, there were so many murders that it was said that more than half of the murderers were walking around unharmed.

There are too many cases that end in an unsolved case!

“But what did you do?”

“That bastard… … raped and killed his friend’s wife. He killed the child because it was crying, and he stabbed his friend in the stomach.”

“So, is your friend alive?”

“You got stabbed in the stomach? Do you think you’d survive?”

“Oh, I guess so.”

Wasn't he crazy?

Actually, maybe it was because I saw someone die in front of my eyes earlier, but I had been feeling a sense of guilt or discomfort rising up in me… … .

After hearing the confession, I felt completely cleansed.

When I heard that the other two were worse, I briefly thought that they should be killed in an even more painful way.

Of course, I repented because I am a civilized person in the 21st century.

'Lord, forgive me.'

Okay.

With a relieved mind, I looked at the prisoners again.

Now the ones surrounded by wallpaper have become quiet.

He would have died.

what…….

It could be a lyric state, but I'm going to die.

I'm not going to treat it.

No, even if you get treatment, you'll die.

Usually, the treatment for addiction at this time is based on the concept of removing the toxins that have entered the body.

Treatment involves draining blood, taking the breath, or exhaling gases that are considered relatively non-toxic and beneficial, such as mercury.

Murder, in fact.

"town."

And finally.

It was a full six hours after the first prisoner began vomiting that the one wearing only a dress finally began vomiting.

maybe…….

It's not just because of the dress.

We're far away, there's a staircase right behind us, and we go back and forth, but that guy is always right there.

The poison seeping from the wallpaper in the next room… … no, arsenic gas! I must have been poisoned by arsenic gas.

“All three have fallen.”

“What the hell. So it wasn’t a coincidence?”

“Yes.”

“What should I do with this?”

It's proven.

In fact, to prove poisoning in the 21st century, you would have to do a blood test to prove that arsenic was in the body, but that's proof, since everyone who was exposed died.

So the atmosphere had to be bright.

“Justice has been served!”

"thank you!"

“Now my little brother can finally close his eyes in peace!”

Aren't the victims' families also happy?

But Sir Jamie's face remained dark.

I stared at him intently, wondering if he still had some pride that he couldn't let go of.

Then I noticed the fake beard that had been put on to make up for the beard that had fallen out because of the severed body parts, so I couldn't look at it.

Isn't this Sir Jamie the most unfortunate of all the London aristocrats?

Harry the Butcher was a sinner who deserved to die.

“I sent this as a gift to the royal family… … .”

But the words that came out of Sir Jamie's mouth exceeded our expectations.

“I did it out of sincerity… …!”

“Quickly, quickly send someone to the palace!”

"yes!"

“When did you send it?”

“It’s been a while already. What on earth am I going to do with this?”

“What the hell! Bring me the horse! I’ll come myself!”

Did you send this to the royal family?

Is this assassination?

'No, but still… … I don't think anyone important died.'

If I remember correctly, Queen Victoria ascended the throne in the late 1830s.

therefore…….

Until then, the story is that the king was not dead.

'No, it isn't.'

Did Sir Jamie cut off his balls then?

I don't know…….

If the butterfly effect kills the king… … .

Is Queen Victoria, our anatomy show fanatic, about to ascend to the throne?

'Rather, is it well… well?'

I couldn't figure it out.

Anyway, the good news was that Sir Jamie finally admitted that arsenic was poison.

Of course, that wouldn't mean green would be banished from all of London.

Do you think those guys who can even make white phosphorus matches will quit because of something like this?

But far fewer people will use it.

I believe so.

“That went well.”

“That’s why.”

“Wow… … If it weren’t for you, we would have been in big trouble. Wasn’t there almost a poison epidemic in the world? As you live, you get to see all sorts of strange things.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

This is London, a place where such strange things happen all over the world, and yet such things come out of the mouths of Londoners.

Is this what it feels like to be a generation gap?

Anyway, it was indeed fortunate, as Liston said.

We almost added arsenic to the already hellish London, but we avoided that.

'The concept of disinfection is also starting to take hold… … Now, let's slowly look into painkillers and things like that.'

It was a relief, that's what he meant.

As I was thinking about that, Blundell disappeared from sight.

It never occurred to me that he might have gone home because he was tired.

I don't know about anything else, but when it comes to passion, 19th century doctors can beat 21st century doctors even more.

It's a bit odd to say something like that when three people have just died…

Anyway, are you giving up on the moment when you can see the advancement of medicine right before your eyes just because you're tired?

Blundell was a man who would not do that even if it meant dying.

“Where did Professor Blundell go?”

“Ah… … I heard there was a mother giving birth earlier.”

“Oh, mother.”

Yeah, I knew it.

I thought you went to see the patient.

'There has also been tremendous progress in obstetrics and gynecology… … .'

Wipe your hands.

And obsessively, too!

Thanks to this, the unidentified disease called puerperal fever has almost disappeared, at least in our medical school at London College.

It was only natural that even the midwives, who were originally the type to wash their hands, were being treated with lime chloride by our hygiene evangelist Joseph.

Accordingly, the number of people applying to the obstetrics and gynecology department of our hospital is gradually decreasing… … .

I believe that they too will all repent and return someday.

Almost no people die here.

I just want to say I won't die, but…

I couldn't do that in good conscience.

Because in case of difficult birth, you still die.

London's maternal mortality rate was shockingly high.

“Oh, you came at a good time, Pyeong!”

"yes?"

As I returned to the hospital with those thoughts in mind, I was told that Blundell had come to see me.

So when I went there, Blundell was smiling brightly.

He was wearing a bloody armor.

“I’m bleeding a lot. Can you lend me that IV kit? I’m going to give you some blood.”

ah.

'fu*k, blood transfusion… '

I don't think the day will ever come when I can just study calmly.