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Episode 235 Changing Position [4]
Petty criminals.
This is not the kind of petty crime that you would think of in 21st century South Korea.
It's not like they're urinating on the street and making loud noises or anything like that.
It's a crime if someone gets hurt, at this point.
Or maybe he committed a big scam.
But since Mr. Ponzi hasn't appeared yet, there aren't that many scams yet.
Besides, crime in the slums cannot be fraud.
Only people who have something can commit fraud?
“The faces are really nice.”
Before giving injections to the brought in prisoners, they were first asked to urinate.
Some of them not only have diabetes, but also have s*xually transmitted diseases, so their urine is like this… … .
Just looking at it makes me not want to eat it.
Well, it's kind of funny to say you don't like eating urine or something.
Anyway, I stood before those poor petty criminals with the urine I had received, along with Liston, with the pus-like debris removed.
They were petty criminals, but they were great gangsters.
As Liston said, the faces were very nice.
“Ugh.”
But if you look closely, this side wasn't easy either.
Liston… … .
How many people would dare to raise their eyes in front of this man who is called the Black Sword Master, the Sword Master, the Cutting Enthusiast, etc.
If they were a real gangster who had killed a few people, then I wouldn't know, but at best, a punk who had just knocked a few people's noses off…
“Okay, okay. It’s not like I came here to do something bad, so lighten up.”
“Here, take one of these.”
Now that I think about it, it really wasn't that big of a deal.
If you kill one or two people, you'll think, "Wow, this kid is a guy who ignores the law…"
In fact, it would be safe to say that this level of assault was just bad luck.
“What is this… … .”
“Do you need to know what it is?”
“No, it’s not.”
“Haha, just kidding. I’m a doctor! You guys are the patients.”
“Eek.”
Liston tapped one of them on the shoulder.
Maybe that's why.
I think I heard the words, "If you don't listen to me, you will become a patient from now on."
The kid who got hit on the shoulder turned pale, probably because of the pain, and the rest of the kids turned pale too.
“Here is a special juice made by Dr. Pyeong.”
“Please, spare my life.”
“Please, just give me my life… … .”
Anyway, wouldn't some explanation be necessary to get a proper report?
It may sound like a joke, but it's an explanation.
So when I said juice, the kids got whiter.
“Why? I said it was the juice I made.”
“That, that’s… … .”
“Aren’t you going to catch cholera… … ?”
“Aren’t you going to suffocate to death?”
These kids… … .
I hate knowing what rumors I've heard.
I continued speaking, frowning without realizing it.
“No, that’s not true. This is a panacea.”
“How do you… … .”
Still, it didn't help much.
Then Liston stepped forward again.
“What if you don’t believe me? Isn’t this just a rough approximation?”
“Sir, I didn’t know I could die. I’d rather be in a cell… … .”
“You don’t seem to know anything. If you don’t drink this, you can’t leave here.”
"ah."
Only after his words did the petty criminals realize their fate.
As your field of vision widens, you will begin to notice your surroundings.
Then you will realize that this is the backyard of the dissection lab.
You will also come to know that the corpses lying here and there through the blurry windows are dead bodies.
If you get stuck, you might even start to think that you might end up lying down there.
Of course, I have to say that this is a ridiculous imagination… … .
'That's not necessarily true.'
For unlucky people, that can really happen.
I'm not saying that it will be like that today, but I'm just saying that in this day and age, you might end up lying in the dissection lab against your will.
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“Yes, I will drink.”
“Okay. Drink it and tell me what it tastes like.”
“Yes, yes. Ugh… … Huh?”
“Okay… Huh?”
The men, gripped by fear, soon began drinking urine competitively.
He was drinking with a sad expression on his face, but soon he was tilting his head.
That's why it's like that.
“Are you done?”
“It wasn’t poison.”
“Whew… … Well, this is a hospital… … Even if he’s Mad Doctor Piyoung… … .”
I think I heard something strange in the middle, but anyway, everyone said they got it.
“All of them? I have a bitter aftertaste… … .”
Except one.
At first glance, it looks like he drank something that was thickly filled with goo.
I tried to remove it, but it didn't seem to help.
anyway…….
It didn't end in one go.
“Okay, rate the sweetness of what you just drank from 1 to 10. Try this too.”
“Uh… …yeah. Well, that’s good.”
It's impossible for each prisoner to have the same blood sugar level.
I don't know if this will work, but I'd like to do some research on just how simple it is.
So, he divided it up little by little and made all the petty criminals drink all the prisoners' urine.
The nickname 'Mad Doctor' is starting to feel less unfair…
There's nothing we can do.
I do it because I need to.
I'm definitely not doing this out of simple curiosity.
If I could have tested my blood sugar or urine sugar, I would have done so.
But that… … I mean, it's possible, but it's too complicated and expensive.
First of all, you should try everything that you can do simply.
It's not like I'm going to die from drinking urine, so it's okay, right?
“Okay, now I’m going to make some other juice, so wait here.”
“Oh, yes.”
“Is that okay? I want to eat some more of this.”
We put those petty criminals in another classroom in the backyard.
Some were crying out for more, as if they were thirsty.
Master Wonhyo… … .
The skull water is so true.
He's screaming so loudly that he wants to drink urine.
“Okay, you guys go this way!”
"yes yes."
“But, the place where I got the injection itches a little.”
“Look where you are. It’s okay, I’m not dying.”
The other prisoners were put in the farthest place from there.
If you see me peeing in a cup, you'll get caught right away.
I'm not doing anything weird, but I feel weird.
After doing that isolation work, I talked to my disciples, Blundell, and Liston.
“We have to try different concentrations for each prisoner, right?”
“Yes. I don’t think that the degree of diabetes is the same for everyone, right?”
“Well… … Even the kid who drank dog urine said that each dog’s urine tasted a little different. But you know.”
"yes."
“You’re not doing this just to watch me pee on you… right?”
“No. I do it because it’s necessary. Why on earth do you have such doubts?”
“Because it’s been too long… … Isn’t Sir Jamie dying even at this very moment?”
“No matter how scary diabetes is, it takes a year. In comparison, try giving me pancreatic juice in high concentration. You’ve seen the dog.”
"but."
The dog is in the backyard now.
Not above the ground, but under the ground.
“But what if I get caught?”
Alfred joined the conversation.
He had a worried look on his face.
"why?"
Even if you get caught, the placenta won't come out.
Ah… … It does come out.
But there's a good chance you'll see it on that desk.
You're locked up in a London prison cell?
It's not like you have to be a death row inmate to die.
If you're locked up for a month, half of you will die.
They are beating each other to death, but most of them are just due to the environment.
When I asked indifferently, Alfred flinched a little and then spoke again.
“This is why you’re really like a gangster. You’re not… … really practicing witchcraft and stuff at night… are you?”
“How could that be!”
“Yeah, I’ll believe that. Anyway, when I looked at those guys earlier, there were a lot of them with tattoos. Some of them were the ones my father told me about. If their subordinates or colleagues find out… … .”
"ah."
The guys outside are going to find out… … .
I found out that I had been drinking urine… … .
“Don’t worry. Our police are in charge of keeping London safe.”
The police laughed at those words, and I became more anxious.
These kids are the ones who are in gangs, go to saunas, and eat together.
“The guys here are under the direct command of the chief. They are also under the supervision of Sir Jamie. Don’t worry.”
Liston chuckled as if he had read my mind.
“If there’s anyone who attacks, then this is a good opportunity. Why don’t we just catch them all?”
Then he said this.
I feel strangely reassured.
Haha.
Yeah, Liston is better than the police.
Encouraged by this, I increased the insulin concentration and fed the increasingly low urine to the petty criminals.
In this way, we have roughly figured out the safe and dangerous doses in humans.
I thought it would be bigger than a dog and the injection might be uncomfortable.
I think it would be good to remove more water and give it to them… … .
'Boiling it? Then the insulin will be destroyed. Waiting for it to evaporate… … There's no telling what will happen as time passes… … .'
I wish there was a way to extract just this, but how would I know?
If you knew that, you should have been a chemist.
And then came… … .
Would you have suffered more?
Maybe he died immediately after getting hurt.
But since I became a doctor, I was able to live up to this point and gain this much fame and money.
“At this point, I guess I can use it on Sir Jamie?”
“Yeah, I got a call from Sir Damien, too.”
“Then shall I call you?”
“Not going?”
“Shouldn’t we produce it here and see it right away? There’s no other way. Not even a duke, but someone higher up… … .”
“Well, I guess so. Yes, I think he’ll understand. I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m sure Ser Jamie will.”
Anyway, the experiment is complete.
The petty criminals wondered why the more they improved the juice, the more it tasted like shit, but they quickly disappeared, thinking that nothing good would come of staying here any longer.
The prisoners… … .
I rather liked injections.
As I was talking, I sounded like it was a bad injection, but it wasn't.
If diabetes is not managed at all, it does not mean that there are no symptoms at all.
It seemed like he felt his body getting a little better.
“I want to stay longer!”
"please!"
or not…….
Maybe he just didn't want to go back to that hellish prison cell.
If it were the 21st century, I could have continued to provide treatment, but that's impossible here.
It's too expensive and requires too much quality.
This kind of medicine is not enough for those who live good lives in this wicked world outside.
“Hmm. Is this… … that medicine?”
“Yes, it is a diabetes treatment drug.”
“That’s right.”
“Why are you doing that?”
Sir Jamie came almost immediately after being called.
It must be because I haven't been doing much socializing lately.
They say there's something very important to do, but I don't think a duke would do everything himself, no matter how important it is.
That's my opinion.
How would I know?
I've never been up that high before.
“How long has it been since I found out I have diabetes and now I’m getting treatment… … When I see you, my thoughts keep wavering.”
“What do you think?”
“Well, no.”
Sir Jamie looked a little dubious, then lifted his coat.
My belly fat is jiggling.
Considering that all the prisoners I'd seen until recently were incredibly skinny, the duke certainly seemed to like it.
Anyway, I took some pancreatic juice into the syringe.
Meanwhile, Joseph was panting and cleaning Sir Jamie's belly.
“Ugh, that hurts!”
“If you’re sick, disinfection is the answer.”
“What are you saying?”
“Please understand. The child is crazy about disinfection. But it’s not entirely wrong.”
He then injected a syringe into the cleaned stomach.
It starts with safe capacity.
“I don’t know if this alone will make it better. It will take some time until I find the right dosage.”
“It’s okay. But do I have to stay here?”
"yes."
“Then I guess we should hold the meeting here, okay?”
This is the beginning of the long-awaited diabetes treatment.