Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 225

Episode 225 Blood transfusion [3]

“Ugh… … .”

After about 40 minutes, the patient opened his eyes.

Although his face was still bloodless, he was conscious.

“Ah, my stomach… … .”

It was fortunate that he was feeling the pain just fine.

It's not like I intentionally didn't give you painkillers to see this.

I didn't give it to you because there was no medicine that could be used.

Isn't there any medicine that can be injected when someone is unconscious?

“First, drink this.”

“Oh, yes. Uh… … .”

Fortunately, although it was a stomach surgery, it didn't touch my intestines, so there was no reason to fast.

what…….

That doesn't mean you can order food right away.

How can I feed him when I don't know when he'll need surgery again?

You should take some medicine.

“Ah, stop it now.”

“Hmm.”

But that doesn't mean I could give him a lot of medicine.

volume…….

Actually, I don't know exactly, but anyway, if you eat too much and get an upset stomach, you'll bleed again, right?

You're already gaunt, and now you're bleeding?

Then I'll die, probably.

Well, I guess I could give another blood transfusion, but… … .

“I feel dizzy, but is this okay… is this okay?”

How much blood did our brother lose to the patient?

That was also a mystery.

'I thought it would be completely okay, but it wasn't. Well, I guess that's the only way it can be?'

The patient's older brother may not have a strong family like Jamie Sir, but he must be from a good family, right?

That being said, it looks quite guilty… … .

That statement was tantamount to saying he looked sickly.

Maybe he was already anemic.

Well, I just found out through the arsenic incident this time, but these guys have been poisoning people with lead for a long time.

Who?

Oneself.

'In the meantime, doing a blood transfusion in this manner… … Sigh.'

I sigh.

Even prioritizing the safety of recipients as the first principle is not easy.

Besides, how on earth would you know what illness this guy might have?

There is a high probability that you have an STD.

Everyone pretends that nothing happens and pretends to go to church diligently, but what happens behind the scenes?

If you go to their social gatherings, it's really ridiculous.

“First, try drinking some water.”

Well, that doesn't mean I have any reason to criticize this gentleman.

No matter what, he was a righteous man who gave his own blood to save his younger sister.

But it was not something I could do by giving someone else's blood.

So I made him drink some water.

If you recuperate for a while, you'll be able to overcome this.

For the poor, eating meat is like trying to reach for the stars in the sky, but for the nobles, it is even less common to eat without meat.

“Oh, I see. My head hurts. But still… … Huh.”

My brother felt his head throbbing as he touched his forehead, then quickly turned to look at his younger sister.

The blood that had flowed out of the patient's stomach earlier was still spurting around.

I know for sure that it's not all blood, but a mixture of amniotic fluid and se*en, but what about the others?

You'll just know it's all blood.

“This is a miracle… … .”

“Let us all pray.”

So, how would my younger sister, who survived in the meantime, and I, who accomplished it, look?

It would literally look like a miracle of God.

“Yes. Glory be to the Lord.”

Actually, I did it… … .

What would happen if I said that now?

Haha.

It's not going well.

It will definitely happen.

So I quietly immersed myself in the prayer that Jamie was leading.

Of course, deep down I was only thinking completely strange thoughts.

'Blood transfusion… I don't think this can be done anywhere right now.'

In fact, for a proper transfusion, it is important to identify the blood type, but it is also important to store the blood for a long period of time.

To put it bluntly, isn't it not easy to just use people as living blood bags like we do now?

Even people who donate blood without hesitation would probably run away if you asked them to donate blood in this way.

Of course, 19th century people are much stronger than 21st century people… …but not to that extent.

'First of all, Blundell, who can speak English, okay. Let's start with the obstetrics and gynecology ward and introduce it gradually. We can't call people over and draw blood like we do now. At least… … Hmm. Yes, that sounds good.'

What should medical students say about this?

They were a group of people who were united by their passion to save people.

Can't you tell just by looking at Colin?

He pulled out his teeth to prove that he had anesthesia.

Even at that time, it wasn't just Colin who volunteered to do so; almost all the medical students raised their hands.

So what if we say that blood should be donated for the advancement of medicine?

I don't know for sure, but there must have been more than one or two people waiting.

Rather, should I worry about dying after saying I'll give it to you too often?

“I think you had some unpleasant thoughts during your prayer time earlier.”

So, after the prayer time was over, we left the room and left the patient in the care of the midwife and other nurses.

Then Liston came to me with a quizzical smile and said:

“Oh, no. I’ve never had that happen.”

“Then did you pray?”

"that……."

“To be honest, it’s not like I wouldn’t understand it anyway. Even if I were in that situation, I don’t think I would be able to pray if the surgery and blood transfusion were successful.”

“I didn’t do it, though.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Well… I was thinking about picking out some of the dumb… no, good kids from the medical school and using them as blood bags, like on-duty.”

“Blood bag. Really… … That’s a word that’s just like you.”

A word that is like me.

What on earth does this mean?

What does that mean?

As I was watching without knowing English, Liston spoke with a look of resignation on his face.

“You don’t even feel strange. Anyway, I’m sure it’s a good idea. But… … Didn’t they say that if it’s not the right blood, it’ll stick together? Family is probably the best.”

“That’s true, but… … Didn’t you see it earlier? Even now, you’re still walking unsteadily.”

“Oh, that guy? He looks particularly weak.”

“But they’re probably healthier than the workers. Blood… … is life, as the Bible says. If you have to give a part of that life, how can people who aren’t healthy to begin with endure it?”

“Ah… … So you’re saying that you’re going to take something so important away from medical students?”

“Is that how it is? Let’s just leave some space. When the life is full, then we can take it out and so on.”

“This is a story that John William Polidori would love to hear.”

“Who is that?”

At my words, Liston once again made a look of resignation and opened his mouth as if he had no choice.

“Don’t you know vampires?”

Yeah, why is that here… … .

“I see. Isn’t that the person who wrote that novel? He’s a doctor.”

“Oh, are you a doctor?”

“Yes. I heard he was very interested in blood. That must be why he wrote such a novel. I didn’t think much of it before, but now that I see it, I think maybe he’s done this kind of experiment.”

The name is a British name.

The Count Dracula I know is Romanian… … .

“I thought you were going to ask if we could meet, but that’s too bad.”

“Are you dead? Are you an old person?”

“No, well… if he were alive, he would be a bit older than me. But he’s been dead for quite some time.”

“That’s too bad.”

Yeah, do you think a doctor would write a vampire novel for nothing?

He probably had a keen interest in blood.

then…….

It might have been absurd in the 21st century, but they must have experimented with it here.

Judging from the fact that his name includes William, he must have been a wealthy person.

“Well, I’ve never met him, but I’ve read his novels. He would have been a good fit for you. I saw him when I was in college, and he was quite interesting.”

"oh……."

“If you go home and look for it, I’ll lend it to you.”

“Thank you, brother.”

“Anyway, blood bag. Let’s give it a try. It’ll have to be the right kind of blood, so we’ll have to have several people on duty.”

“Yes, if that doesn’t work out… … .”

When was it?

A scene from a movie or a cartoon that I saw at a time I couldn't pinpoint came to mind.

“Aren’t there many people who would sell blood?”

“Selling blood? Oh… … Like this?”

“Yes. If the blood doesn’t match, nothing will happen. If it does, they give you money. They are preparing for a situation where you could die if you don’t get blood, so the rich will give you money as much as they want.”

“Selling blood… … It’s a truly diabolical idea. But it’s genius. Well, at least noble families and businessmen would have no reason not to buy it.”

I somehow felt like Liston was muttering, "As expected," but since we've already brought it up, I guess it's time.

Well, buying and selling blood might feel a bit cruel.

But 19th century London is a hell, a hell.

I guarantee you that if you heard that you could make a lot of money selling blood, there would be a truckload of people willing to roll up their sleeves and come.

Well, that's only natural, since we live in a world where you can't make money just by working.

In London right now, they're even buying and selling corpses, right?

Compared to that, Piyah would be a very conscientious business.

At least this is being sold with consent.

“Thank you. Thanks to you, my granddaughter-in-law is alive.”

While I was conspiring with Liston, Sir Jamie came to visit me and said hello.

When will I ever be greeted by a noble, especially someone as high as a duke?

“Oh my, you are too kind.”

“No, no. You really are… … I’m going to try harder to deal with this sewer situation. I won’t be able to do a major cleanup, but at least it’ll be better than it is now.”

"thank you."

“And this, though weak.”

“No, haha. Thank you.”

As he was a nobleman, it was only natural that he did not just give it a pass with words.

Not only did I get paid to scratch an itch, I also got paid a lot of money.

It didn't stop there.

A few days later, I had the opportunity to meet a rather powerful person in London.

Compared to the nobles, he may be nothing, but to the common people, there is no one more frightening than him.

“Nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot from Dr. Liston. My name is Jonathan Cake.”

“Yes, nice to meet you, Chief.”

Chief of Police.

I didn't do anything wrong, but I'm a little scared for no reason.

I looked back at Sir Jamie with a face that seemed to be asking for clarification.

Well, I wasn't worried because I was sure that he wouldn't repay my kindness with enmity.

I was just curious.

'There's nothing wrong with getting involved with the police.'

First of all, there is no body collection agency as strong and stable as the London police.

Besides that, these guys are also great at finding people.

They're looking for the sailor Hudo who cut off his body parts just now.

In a way, it was natural that it disappeared.

I got paid a lot of money, so why would I live in that shitty place?

Well, there's a high chance that it's already been used up and is being used up somewhere.

London is also a place full of pleasures such as alcohol, gambling, and women.

“Oh, it’s nothing else. Don’t police officers get hurt quite often? I still get help from them now and then… … I was wondering if it would be okay if I gave blood like I did to my granddaughter-in-law before.”

“I heard about it, Doctor Piyoung. From what I’ve heard, it’s truly groundbreaking. What do you think? If you teach me the know-how… … I’ll treat you well.”

As I was thinking about that, the topic of blood transfusions came back to me, having become a huge topic.