Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 223

Episode 223 Blood transfusion [1]

Ji-i-ik.

I opened my uterus while praying.

I saw a child.

fortunately…….

Alive, still.

I don't know what will happen when I come out, but I'm still alive.

“Please take it here.”

"yes!"

Anyway, once the baby was born, the midwives got busy.

The same was true for Blundell, who was waiting at the side.

I really don't know what they're doing and why they're so busy…

Anyway, isn't it better than me?

I don't even know how to hold a baby.

I've never had a child, let alone been married, and I've barely dated.

‘Damn… … Maybe this life will be different.’

Could it be… different?

I don't know.

First of all, before you get depressed.

"uh……."

"why?"

“No, this is a bit.”

As I was thinking that I had to finish the surgery quickly, Alfred called me.

But when I looked into it, I found that the patient was strange.

Pale.

If I could measure my blood pressure, maybe… … it would drop sharply or not reach a level that can be detected?

reason?

The reason is obvious.

“fu*k. fu*k!”

The place where the child was taken out.

So, blood collects in the empty space of the uterus.

And very quickly too.

“Thing, thing!”

“Uh, uh uh.”

pollution?

infection?

Does that matter?

If you bleed, you die here and now.

With the boat open.

This is what I mean by table death… … .

This is unfortunate for the attending physician, but it is an even greater misfortune for the guardian.

How do you know?

I've been there once, me too.

When I went in as an assistant and not as a surgeon.

At that time… …our professor collapsed and our guardians all collapsed.

"scissors!"

"uh……."

“Don’t do that, just cut it quickly! Cut it!”

“Oh, yes yes.”

I don't have time to do anything, but I'm doing this.

Everything I said about Master and everything else… … is canceled.

Yeah, I'm barely able to follow what's written in the manual.

It was unreasonable to expect anything more than that, something that could respond to such an emergency.

Yeah, it's my fault.

“Hey, one more!”

"yes!"

“Don’t just answer! Then what the hell are your blood vessels going to get tied up?”

“Oh, no!”

Joseph, Colin, and even Blundell, who had been forced to assist again, were all anxiously watching me.

Of course, this wasn't done on purpose.

The patient… … could die.

“Okay, it’ll be okay.”

There were occasional conversations heard amidst the intense concentration.

It's Liston.

Only then did she come to her senses and look back, only to find that her husband had already collapsed, and Sir Jamie's face had turned pale.

It was only then that I realized that it was not an operating room, but someone's home.

Even so, there was no way to change his behavior.

Because the patient was still dying.

"line!"

"yes."

The only fortunate thing is that… … .

The point is that my skills are not dead.

Although cesarean sections and hysterectomies are bound to be clumsy, isn't ligating blood vessels and finding blood vessels something that can be done with comprehensive skills?

By my standards, it was over in an instant, and by other people's standards, it was over in an instant.

Then the blood that was pouring into the uterus stopped.

This is good.

Good… … .

"hmm."

How much blood have I lost?

Can this just be sustained with sap?

'If it had been a normal… … woman, she would have died… … .'

So, if you were a 19th century London working class person, you would have definitely died.

It wasn't healthy to begin with.

Well… … I guess if a human being is strong enough, they might be able to endure it.

If the worker here was able to survive without dying at this point, it would be because the human being itself was incredibly strong.

It is a world where even such a human being barely manages to survive and then immediately goes to heaven when a variable arises.

Fortunately, she was Jamie Sir's granddaughter-in-law, so she was in pretty good nutritional condition.

So you're holding on… …It won't last long, probably.

"after……."

First, the uterus was removed.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

A scream burst out of Blundell's mouth as he absentmindedly accepted it.

I was wondering why the baby was so red, but it couldn't be helped because there was a lot of blood in the uterus.

Maybe because I was a little surprised, I struggled more than usual, and as I did so, the blood that had been pooling inside of me started to gushing out.

Both the luxurious bedding and the floor carpet were soaked in blood.

Well, at this moment, no one would think that was a waste.

This would include Sir Jamie, the owner of this house.

'I want to say it's okay, but… … .'

If I hadn't been aware of it until just now because of my habit of being in the operating room, I was fully aware of it now.

But my mouth won't open.

My head is too busy.

'That's not all blood.'

I didn't notice it because it was dark inside the boat, but when I took it outside and looked…

Especially, looking at the color of the blood that was coming out now, it seemed to be mixed with amniotic fluid.

So, that means that the blood that looks like 2 or 3 liters right now isn't all raw blood.

'Positive… positive… positive… ah, okay.'

The amount of amniotic fluid is approximately 600 to 1000 milliliters.

then…….

'Eight shit eight.'

So even if it was mixed with amniotic fluid, it means that more than 1 liter of blood was shed.

There is a loss of more than 20%… … .

If the sudden bleeding exceeds 20% of the total blood volume… … .

'It's an indication for blood transfusion. What should I do about it?'

I have to give blood… … .

If you don't give it to me, I'll probably die.

Look at it already.

I'm out of breath.

Fortunately, it was blocked here, but in fact, it was not blocked 100%.

There will probably be some minor bleeding.

'If it goes over 30%, even if you get a blood transfusion, it may not come back. Then you will die.'

The question is not whether to give a blood transfusion or not.

If you don't do it quickly, you could die even if you do it.

under.

Jiik.

I was very worried inside, but at the same time I finished suturing.

I'm glad I'm a genius.

really.

“Please call your family.”

Now the only thing left is how to deceive them.

This is the moment for Joseon's Kura Master to step forward…

My head suddenly started spinning strangely.

Come back, really!

“Uh, uh uh.”

The 21st century is the era of the nuclear family everywhere in the world, but now is the era of the extended family.

Especially for a noble like Sir Jamie, it would not be an exaggeration to say that the entire family lived together.

Because it was a time when so many people were dying, so many were being born, and even though I only invited my family, the room started to swarm.

“Only direct descendants! Only this person’s direct descendants!”

“Uh huh.”

So when I said that, this time he just disappeared again.

It seems that the term ‘church outsider’ was not something that was only used in Joseon.

Out of dozens of people, only four remained.

There were seven of them, including Sir Jamie, his grandson, and his son.

“But why is that?”

“First of all, the child… … is healthy.”

I decided to start with the good news.

The problem is that I wonder if it's really that healthy, but well… … .

She cried earlier and is still squirming, which looks healthy.

If it was at the level of an incubator, it would have been dead already.

Even taking into account the redness due to blood, the complexion was just okay.

“Thank you, thank you.”

“The problem is this guy. He lost too much blood.”

“Oh, am I going to die?”

Here's the bad news… … .

After all, the difficulty level was much lower in the 19th century.

If you say you're bleeding, people will immediately assume you're going to die.

It's not like that's how the world usually is, so it's not unreasonable…

Anyway, I had to shake my head instead.

“Oh, no. Not yet.”

“Then I guess I have time to pray. I’ll call the pastor.”

“No, no.”

“Something, then.”

“It’s not that there is no way.”

"huh?"

In response to my words, someone other than Sir Jamie, who appeared to be the patient's parent, stepped forward.

“You can live?”

“The blood was pouring out… … .”

The two were looking at the blood-stained floor.

If it came to that extent, I would have usually died.

You've probably seen it a few times already.

We live in an age where death is so close that funeral games have become common.

We start attending funerals of relatives as early as high school or as late as our 30s, but here, we start going when we are young.

Because my brother or sister died, not my relative.

“There is something called a blood transfusion. Since you have lost a lot of blood, why don’t you give some blood?”

Blundell's eyes lit up at my words.

“I will volunteer.”

It is indeed admirable.

How many doctors around me would be willing to give up their own blood to save someone?

But I had to ignore it.

“But that… … doesn’t that kill people?”

“Yes. The Vatican banned it. It’s only now that it’s become meaningless.”

I sighed softly as I heard the familiar facts.

Then the real joke started.

“This is a story about my homeland, Joseon.”

shipbuilding.

What kind of country is it?

I don't know.

I haven't been there either.

'Isn't that the right thing to do in South Korea?'

Since you're saying this out of ignorance, it can't be a lie, right?

As I was rationalizing like this, the story started to flow out.

“It’s a small country. It’s had to endure foreign invasion for a long time. Just like England when the Vikings came, or England when the Romans came.”

“Oh, really?”

“We didn’t know.”

“As a result, battles were frequent and naturally, many people were injured. As a result, surgical techniques developed.”

I don't know, fu*k me.

It's a country that's doing well in the 21st century.

“But even if you treat the wound well, there are cases where people die. It’s because they don’t have enough blood. So you give them blood, but they die faster. In fact, isn’t this blood life? It’s even in the Bible.”

“That’s right.”

"yes."

“I thought I couldn’t just give any blood… … so I started giving my family’s blood. Even so, they still died, but a lot more people started to live.”

“Is that so?”

“That can’t be.”

This too… … .

I don't know.

Well, it's inherited blood…

If both mom and dad are type A, then there's a high chance that the child will be type A as well.

“In addition to that, I learned how to think as a scientist while studying here in London.”

"indeed."

“Our London is the best.”

“Besides, my teacher is Dr. Liston. I learned a lot from him.”

"haha."

"yes."

When making a suspicious statement, you should have as many accomplices as possible.

Especially when I think about it myself and think, "This is a bit ridiculous," I feel that way even more.

“Our Dr. Blundell is also an expert in blood transfusions. He has already done it five times.”

“Oh, I see.”

“It’s not called the best gynaecologist in London for nothing.”

I didn't necessarily say that all five of them were dead.

What's the point of saying that he died faster than he originally planned to?

Instead, I started getting angry.

When you run out of things to say, aren't you bound to get angry?

Normally, this would be less persuasive, but for a doctor facing a patient, it would actually increase persuasiveness momentarily.

“If it’s not the right blood, it will coagulate.”

"huh?"

“What are you talking about?”

“First of all, we don’t have much time. I’ll explain it step by step. Hold out your arm.”

“No, why.”

“Why the arms.”

“People are dying!”

“Oh, okay, I see.”

“Okay, here’s your arm!”