Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 22

Episode 22 Doctor [1]

Robert Liston.

London's best surgeon.

It seemed like he wasn't in that position for nothing.

The accident was quite flexible.

By the way, didn't you say that the Doctor's trademark Liston Sword was also designed and made by him?

There is creativity, that's what was said.

“It will certainly be a new… … new endeavor. Isn’t it quite remarkable to have thought of such a thing, Blundell?”

In addition, he was a human being who could also use violence.

You didn't see me hit anyone, but look at that face, look at that fist.

Of course you wouldn't hit me, right?

“Uh… … Well, if that’s what you think, then it’s great.”

Blundell also seemed to be thinking the same thing, not daring to meet her eyes.

Honestly, if there was a different opinion out there, I would be willing to respect that.

Because that's not really the realm of courage, it's the realm of conviction.

Even if it is a wrong belief, if you have that level of faith, then well… … .

“Then let’s try it. But it’s difficult to apply it to all wards. First, we need to decide how to wash our hands.”

Dr. Liston turned to me, having subdued Blundell with a single word.

A sense of intimidation that I had not noticed when watching from the side was coming over me.

If I hadn't had that experience in my past life, I probably would have gotten on my knees by now.

No, actually, I was still really anxious because my knees were shaking.

"yes yes."

So I bowed my head as if I were a slave.

I looked down to see what was going on with Joseph and Alfred, and they were even more impressive.

He was panting like he had forgotten how to breathe.

Then comes hyperventilation syndrome, you guys.

“First, I think it would be a good idea to run a pilot program in just one ward.”

Anyway, looking at those guys' crippled appearance, I thought that I couldn't be like that, so I was able to blurt out what I had been planning all along.

“Hoo.”

Liston looked at me with his chin raised, perhaps impressed.

I couldn't tell if it was the content that was impressive or the response that was impressive.

Anyway, it was a good thing.

Whatever it was, the reaction wasn't bad.

“Washing your hands with just boiled water seems a bit inadequate.”

“Why?”

“Actually, I… … am not trying to say anything that completely contradicts the miasma theory.”

My mouth was watering.

I wanted to scream, 'You fu*king miasma!'

I don't know who it was named after or if it was just randomly made up, but people in the old days used to give things their own names a lot.

"okay?"

“Yes. I thought that miasma could stick to not only the air but also our bodies.”

“That could be possible.”

“If it’s really strong enough to kill a person, can I just wipe it off with water?”

“Hmm… … That makes sense, but then what are you going to clean it with?”

Dr. Liston's question was quite pointed.

I thought about this a lot too.

The first thing that came to mind was alcohol, but it was too expensive.

Alcohol itself isn't cheap, so distilling it every time you use it is a bit…

“I heard there is a disinfectant called lime chloride.”

“That would be really poisonous.”

Yeah, it was poisonous.

Shit… … .

I looked down at my hands without realizing it.

I tried brushing with it yesterday and it hurt.

Oh my god, it hurts to wash your hands?

But there was nothing I could do.

They say that water alone is not enough.

“I tried it and it was worth it.”

“Really? Hmm… … But should I follow that?”

Dr. Liston rubbed his chin.

Even though I shaved quite a bit, I couldn't help but feel a rough feeling, whether it was because I had a lot of hair or because it was thick.

It seemed like I really shouldn't go against this person.

It would be fortunate if it was only cut in half.

“If you think of it as an experiment… … how about trying it for a month?”

“A month. Um… … What did those two who followed you do?”

“Oh, yes.”

Joseph and Alfred also didn't want to be torn apart, so I answered for them.

I felt a slight heat on the back of my head, but I paid no attention.

Because a little sore hands would be better than killing someone.

Of course, the guys behind me didn't know my thoughts and ideals, so they stabbed me in the back.

“Okay. Then you three and… …Brundel. How about you wash your hands before you go into the ward I mentioned earlier?”

“Well, I guess I should do the experiment.”

Blundell also started cleaning.

It was a little scary to see him glaring at me while avoiding Dr. Liston's eyes.

That gentleman looked like he would be difficult to physically harm.

Do you think I'll be cut off at my line without even going to Joseph?

“If we add one or two more assistants to the four of you to clean your hands, we should be able to cover one experimental ward. Then let’s do that. I’ll also decide whether or not to clean your hands before the surgery after seeing the results.”

"thank you."

“Thank you. I am always waiting for fresh opinions.”

Who would have thought that such a great person would be called a Baekjeong?

I came out, berating myself for my past mistakes, and was hit three times by Joseph and Alfred each.

"100 million……."

I was sick.

I'm seriously pissed.

“Why are you interfering with us!”

“I, I also have a tendency to get irritated by Professor Blundell!”

Each had their own reasons.

Well, these guys deserve this.

Because I don't know anything.

“Just wait. This will be a major step forward for medicine.”

“Stop talking nonsense… … .”

"ah……."

I tried to reassure her by saying something, but it didn't help.

He kept grumbling, and even when he got home, he didn't stop grumbling.

If even those who know their own excellence are like this, what about other people?

If you just told me to wash it with water, then I don't know.

Even I thought this was a bit harsh.

“Who are you, Inma? Wipe your hands!”

Besides, I'm a first-year medical student.

In a 21st century hospital, there would be a lowest level of staff called interns, but this was 19th century London.

Students were at the bottom of the heap, whether they paid or not.

“Instructions from Dr. Robert Liston. Ward 1… …you are to wipe your hands with this.”

But who am I?

This means that he went through all kinds of hardships in his past life.

Besides, how can you say something like that when you're telling medical staff to wash their hands?

It was a situation where grabbing him by the collar and beating him wouldn't have been enough.

“Ro, Robert… … Dr. Liston?”

“That sign is this sword.”

Of course, that never happened.

Dr. Liston, you brought a knife.

Every time I see it, I feel like washing it in boiled water, scrubbing it with soap, and soaking it in disinfectant…

'eww.'

Do you even have curly hair?

At this point, I guess I should just throw the sword in the furnace, melt it down, and remake it?

“Ah… … Then I have to clean it all up. Don’t tell me I complained or anything.”

“Yes, yes. Of course.”

Thoughts are just thoughts, Dr. Liston's sword boasted great efficacy as if it were some kind of jade seal.

In fact, most people were nervous just by hearing the name.

Even a strong-willed man would not change his mind after seeing a knife.

“Who are you to make up these new rules?”

If there was anyone who stood out, it was my classmate.

Colin or something.

As it turned out, he wasn't just rich, he was also a nobleman.

I'm not from a noble family with a lot of power or anything…

“This is the work of Dr. Robert Liston.”

“You said you went and suggested it!”

“It’s just part of an experiment.”

“How dare this monkey-like bastard… … He’s so scared of anatomy lab that he can’t even come… … .”

It's gone way beyond the line.

But now there was little I could do.

But what if it were Alfred instead of me?

“Hey. First year. If you tell me to clean, then clean.”

“No… …Is it all up to seniors?”

“Not all of them, but it’s an experiment. Aren’t you going to clean it? Are you a scientist?”

"that……."

“Tell the professor you’re not going to participate?”

He may not be of noble birth, but he is nouveau riche.

Moreover, since we were rivals, there was no hesitation in confronting each other.

Plus, I was also a lifesaver.

It was a bit much to beat that benefactor three times for suggesting he wash his hands.

Fortunately, there was some loyalty.

“What the hell.”

Colin's eyes darted back and forth between me, the limestone, and Dr. Liston's knife, then he lowered his head and dipped his hand into the limestone.

Anyone could have ended up like this.

A knife with countless scabs on it, left behind as evidence of experience.

It's like a sword from hell.

“You just wait and see.”

They say there is no one scary who says wait and see.

London was an exception.

Isn't this a city where a lot of dead bodies are found every day?

'Well… I can just take the carriage and go.'

My life is just going back and forth between home, school, and church, Aesong.

Of course, it's not like I wasn't curious about the entertainment culture here.

But there was a very high probability that I would be reduced to a plaything.

If there were blatant discriminators in Upton, what would it be like in London?

It was full of such ignorant and rude people that I don't know why it was called a country of gentlemen.

“Ah… … My hand hurts!”

"I…"

Anyway, I was able to get through the first few days without any problems thanks to Dr. Robert Liston, but that only lasted a day or two.

In fact, it was even worse because Professor Liston Kaldo took it away.

To have surgery… … .

It won't work.

Anyway, as soon as the person in charge of the shocking visuals disappeared, complaints started pouring in.

“But you still have to clean it.”

"no……."

“Wipe it.”

But I'm not an easy person, that's what I'm saying.

Unless your opponent is Robert Liston.

It's not like I'm doing this to do anything bad.

Huh? We're all trying to save people.

“Ah!”

“Wipe it!”

Still, it was difficult.

Because I had to stick to every guy who entered the ward and make a fuss.

I didn't really think it was a big deal, but these guys seemed to feel that way.

It was to the point where they were talking in front of others rather than behind their backs.

“Okay… let’s go.”

“Hey, we just came back from dissecting something. It’s hard, so just get out of the way.”

But this isn't it.

uh?

The rotten flesh is still there, and you're pushing it like this?

개새끼들아.

Didn't you say that things like miasma and whatever else you consider so important are not allowed?

“You little shi*s!”

After I swore in Korean, I poured some water from the bowl next to me.

Colin, who was in the lead, looked on with a bewildered expression.

It seemed to be a situation that mainly occurs in romance dramas when the male lead falls for the female lead.

You're the first one to do something like this for me, I guess that's what it feels like.

But since the genre of life is not romance, the guy shouted at me with a red face.

“Wh, what are you doing!”

“Stop talking nonsense.”

It didn't matter.

I just applied the disinfectant.

“Ugh.”

I could feel the dog's pain in real time.

me?

I was numb.

“Next. You son of a bitch.”

There was no more resistance from me as I continued to swear at Korean people with bloodshot eyes and red hands.

Is that why?

From then on there wasn't much resistance.

Yeah, a month passed like that.

Dr. Robert Liston and Blundell came to me and asked me:

“Yeah, what do you think?”