Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 227

Episode 227 Diabetes [1]

“What… did you say? Just now?”

“I think it’s diabetes, so I told you to come here and collect your urine.”

Sir Jamie looked down at the cup I had held out and he had accepted with an expression that seemed utterly bewildered.

It's a cup made of iron.

In fact, if you go to my lab, there is a piece of Chinese porcelain that Alfred's father gave me as a gift, but don't the Chinese pieces from that era and the Chinese pieces from the 21st century feel very different?

I'm still having a hard time getting used to it, but in the 19th century, anything made in China had the image of being luxurious.

Well… … I think that pottery is pretty well made.

'The Chinese products I know are truly hell… … .'

There is powdered milk that you can eat by mistake and end up in your stomach, there is kimchi that you make by stepping on it, there are dumplings made with newspaper… … .

I don't even have a computer, so I didn't search for it.

Even though it's been over a dozen years since I was reincarnated, if I just list off the things I've briefly recalled, this is all I can think of.

But they say the Chinese products here are high quality.

“I… I see. But what are you going to do with that?”

“We need to check whether you have diabetes or not.”

“Huh, is there such a way? You really are a Korean.”

“That… yes, well. There is a way like that.”

Anyway, Sir Jamie went out soon.

He had been saying that he had to urinate frequently since a while ago, and it wasn't an empty promise because he didn't say anything like it looked like he wouldn't be able to urinate now.

Oh, you might be wondering how I know what diabetes means.

The 19th century was such an uncivilized time, wasn't it?

But surprisingly, we humans have been aware of diabetes for a very long time.

In Joseon, it was also called 'sogal disease', and if we go back to the records, we probably knew that there was a disease called diabetes in ancient times.

And we would have thought it was a much more serious disease than we knew.

“Is this really diabetes? Isn’t this a big deal?”

Sir Damien's face darkened as he remained in the room, wondering if they were close enough to follow each other even when he went to urinate.

It was worth it.

First of all, diabetes diagnosis is extremely late at this time.

Isn't it possible to test your blood sugar?

As a result, there were many cases where complications had already developed at the time of diagnosis.

I don't have exact statistics, but surprisingly, Liston sees the most diabetic patients at our hospital, so I have a rough idea that they will probably die within 10 years.

Long before that, he had his leg cut off or died while cutting it off.

“This is a big deal… … right.”

This is not the time! I want to say, I have a way! But… … .

That can't be possible.

why?

If you don't have insulin.

The best treatment I can give now is diet control and exercise.

Well… … looking at people’s behavior at this time, I think just those two things would be quite helpful.

This may not apply to workers because they don't eat enough, but honestly, there are quite a few obese people among the nobles.

First of all, eating too much is a problem, but the problem is that there is no boundary at all when it comes to eating sweets.

Sugar is expensive, right?

Is it because they think that if something is expensive, it must be better, because they are afraid that people will say that this is a capitalist or materialistic society? They like that so much.

In fact, sugar isn't the only problem, as there are many people who don't hesitate to eat arsenic cake.

“Don’t you have any other way?”

“It’s not that there aren’t any, but it’s not a disease that can be cured with surgery… … .”

“That may be true. That is a big deal. Even though he may seem like that to Jamie, he is a great help to our British Empire. There is much work to be done… … My nephew is still young.”

“I don’t know yet whether my nephew has diabetes or prostate problems. I think I will have to see it myself to be able to say anything.”

“No, can’t a great doctor like you diagnose something just by listening to it?”

If you can diagnose something just by listening to it, are you a shaman or a doctor?

I wish I could just hit him once, but since he was the Duke, the best I could do was just laugh.

Perhaps this would have been the same even for Liston.

Liston is better at controlling his anger in front of those in power than you might think.

“I’m sorry. I’ll try harder. But if you bring me or give me a chance to see you, I’ll do my best.”

“What are you apologizing for, haha. Liston, aren’t you wrong? You said there were times when I was like a demon, but aren’t you too gentle?”

“Hahaha. You don’t know much about it. If you keep looking at it… … Don’t you know about the death penalty for arsenic this time?”

“Oh, that. I heard that Jamie has had trouble sleeping since then. He was in the middle of a war, so I guess he just got tired of seeing people slowly die right in front of him. Anyway, I’ll take care of my nephew later. First, Jamie.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

There was some weird conversation in the middle, but I decided to just skip it.

arsenic…….

Yeah, I think that's a bit much too.

But it couldn't be helped.

It was a sacrifice to save more people.

“Okay, I got it.”

While we were socializing, Sir Jamie brought over some thick liquid.

It was only after seeing that I realized, "Oh no."

'I should have asked you to come and get a midstream urine sample… … .'

evidence.

Judging from the traces of things splashed here and there around the cup, it seems like they collected the first urine and then clumsily removed it in the middle.

There might be some fungus on this.

Actually, it was okay.

How do you detect that?

“But why did you ask me to bring this? Is there any way to do it?”

Sir Jamie seemed to be reluctant to leave his urine on the table like this, and he kept wanting to clean it up.

So he kept nagging at me.

So I had to call Alfred in a hurry.

I don't want to do this either, but I had no choice because Sir Jamie told me to.

“Why am I… … ?”

“Let me explain first.”

“Uh… … Okay. Let me try.”

I opened my mouth, leaving Alfred beside me with a bewildered expression.

Although I am a surgeon, I know diabetes well because it is such an important disease.

Besides, there's no need to go into academic depth, right?

All I had to do was let them know that if they get caught with this, it'll be X.

“Well… … diabetes. Isn’t that a diagnosis derived from the fact that sugar is mixed in the urine?”

"yes."

“But if you look closely, this isn’t just in urine. There’s a saying in Joseon.”

“It’s Joseon, right? If it’s Joseon, I can trust it.”

What kind of country is Joseon in these people's minds?

It's unknown.

If I get caught later… … .

I don't know.

Let's leave that to me to figure it out.

“Have you ever heard that mosquitoes love the blood of someone who urinates?”

“Ah… … No. This is the first time I’ve heard of it.”

“There is a saying that goes, ‘Because many Joseon people have good observation skills,’”

“Huh. But is that true? And if so, why is that?”

“Blood is sweet. This sugar is also in the blood.”

“Ugh.”

“What do you think of something like sugar water or honey? It’s sticky, right?”

“It’s sticky. No, does that mean my blood is like that?”

Actually, it doesn't really work that way.

If my blood had turned into honey, I would have died already.

But what does it mean?

Once you start something, you shouldn't stop until you see it through to the end.

“That could be possible. Well… …what happens if our bleeding stops?”

“Don’t die. I know that.”

“Yes, that’s right. If the bleeding stops, you die. Even if that doesn’t happen… … .”

“Your feet won’t rot.”

This time, it was Liston, who could be said to be the greatest authority on diabetic foot disease in Britain, if not the world.

“Yes, you’re right, brother. If you look closely, you said that people who cut their hair because they’re hurt and people who cut their hair because they have diabetes are a bit different, right?”

“Yes, it’s definitely different. When there was no anesthesia, I was busy cutting quickly, but now I can see it. If you look at it that way… … The blood vessel condition is different. Sometimes it’s blocked. If you look at those people later, they all urinate sweetly. Huh? Is that why? It seems like they die easily… … Oh, I’m not saying that the Duke will die.”

He got excited and started talking when a topic he knew well came up, but he ended up making a slight slip of the tongue.

I thought it would be okay.

Sir Jamie seems to have lost his mind already.

They say your blood is like honey, but if you're fine, are you a human?

If it were the old days, I would have called these quacks a bunch of quacks and gone to a real quack like Harry… … .

Sir Jamie has already tasted my greatness too many times to do so.

“What should I do? Please save me. I still have so much to do.”

“I know. What more could you do for the British Empire, Sir Jamie? And you haven’t even been diagnosed with diabetes yet, so we need to check that out.”

“Aha, that’s right! Yeah! Maybe not. Let’s get it diagnosed.”

“Yes, Alfred?”

Did you feel something?

Instead of answering, Alfred quickly tried to leave.

But he was stopped by Liston.

“Can you tell me what urine isn't?”

"this……."

“No, you. If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have caught you.”

Liston, who had been trying to stop me from continuing, stopped, but the problem was Sir Jamie, who was in a desperate situation.

“Please, please. Please. Just drink it once.”

There is no bullying like this.

Try drinking my urine.

“You… you piece of shit.”

But the Duke's majesty is a strict law.

Alfred didn't dare say anything to the Duke and just glared at me.

I felt a little sorry rather than scared.

Now that I think about it, I did use it too much.

“Senior, this is really important work. We need to establish a standard for sweetness… … We need someone sensitive… … talented.”

But just as I was about to try to persuade him, Colin stepped forward.

The guy came out without saying anything and drank his urine in gulps.

And then he said this.

“The answer is… … .”

“Yeah, it’s sweet. You have diabetes.”

“Isn’t this how medicine advances?”

“That’s right. You did a great job.”

I praised him for his kind heart.

Then Blundell, who had been watching silently, blurted out a word.

“If you’re just going to spray it on a swarm of ants, why don’t you just spray it on them? They’ll probably swarm you if you spray it on them.”

"oh."

There was such a way.

I didn't know.

I never thought about it.

"oh?"

Colin and Alfred started glaring at me, and I tried to ignore them.

I figured that simply ignoring him wouldn't do any good, so I hurriedly started talking to Sir Jamie.

“As you can see, it’s diabetes. If you don’t treat it… … your legs will be amputated or something. Can you give me the treatment I want?”

Fortunately, Sir Jamie was so desperate that even Colin, who had just taken a piss, didn't dare to interfere.

“Yes, yes. I’ll do anything! Even if it means walking around a graveyard at dawn!”

Well, you might think that's a bit strange.

This belief was very common during this period.

There was a strange belief that if you did something painful and distressing, you would get better.

Of course, that wouldn't have helped.

“Compared to that, it’s a very easy task.”

“Something!”

“Stay away from desserts.”

“Ah… … That’s a bit.”

You might think I'm crazy.

You might wonder why someone who would even walk through a grave would give in to a mere dessert.

but…….

Let's keep in mind that our Sir Jamie is British.

This guy… … lives in a world where there’s practically nothing to eat except dessert.