Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 247

Episode 247 Brother's Surgery [1]

I wanted to make Josef a little unlucky starting today.

Honestly, there's no need to go all the way to Liston.

One word from me and you'll be pig food… … .

No, no!

under.

What should I do?

We're becoming a 19th century gang, not a 19th century people.

“Mr. Joseph.”

“This is Doctor Josef.”

“Mr. Joseph.”

I've reflected on it, but I still don't want to be called a doctor.

So I kept calling him Mr., and Josef shook his head from side to side as if he had given up.

“I saved two lives, and you killed two?”

“It was just bad luck! Getting a nose job… is a whole other matter!”

That's true.

If you think about that statement separately, yes.

but…….

“Wow!”

“Doctor Piyoung saves people with sorcery!”

“Hang that German!”

“Pee-young! Please stab that German in the heart too!”

I save people, whether it's through magic or surgery.

That guy?

I don't know what he did, but anyway, he's dead, right?

They took me so quickly that I don't even know what happened.

Anyway, I spoke with a more confident face, encouraged by the crowd surrounding me.

“Wouldn’t you need that luck when you have your nose done, Mr. Josef?”

I didn't approach it with facts for no reason.

It's not that I'm bad at explaining facts, I just didn't know how to explain it.

If you say things like glass flap or local flap, will that kid understand?

What about the people around you?

“Ugh.”

Above all, the most important person in this place is actually Colin's older brother.

No, originally, the member was the most important… … .

He's giving a thumbs up.

Even though a person died at an event hosted by the Congress… … .

Look, it's the 21st century.

That's nonsense.

Even if it's not the organizer, when someone dies, you start to ask who's responsible, right?

However, everyone in the National Assembly, including the congressman, was smiling brightly.

“Wow!”

“Peeyoung!”

“Doctor Piyoung!”

“Did you see that earlier? When I stabbed your heart, bad blood just came out… … .”

“Is it bloodshed? Or witchcraft?”

“Does it matter? I brought a dead man back to life.”

The people around me were also smiling.

“It was better than any festival.”

“Actually… … I was a little bored. Is that what surgery is all about these days? I liked it before. The screams and the flashing of knives… … blood… … But starting from the middle of today, my thirst was completely quenched.”

“That’s what I mean. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so fulfilled.”

“Hahahaha!”

It wasn't to that extent, it was full of praise.

The happiness level of citizens has increased, that's what was said.

You may wonder how someone in this world can die like this… … .

In 19th century London, people would die if they exaggerated a little, right?

There is no one to mourn except the person involved and their family.

Even the family comes back quickly.

Death is everywhere, so it's hard to get too deep into sadness.

Anyway, I gave the congressman a thumbs up and walked over to Colin's brother.

“Okay, brother.”

“Ah… … Okay.”

“What would you like to do? Would you like to receive it from Mr. Josef? Or from our team?”

“Ugh… … .”

older brother…….

He's so fu*king racist.

I know it may sound strange, but these days, racism is worse among people living overseas.

Since the locals don't really know anything, they just hear about it.

But those who go out and see for themselves… … .

I guess comparing it to this splendid city of London makes me think of it as an inferior species.

what…….

Let's say that this is possible, as the hegemony of the East, which had been dominant for over a thousand years, is shifting to the West.

But even so, are you still worried after seeing this?

‘No… … It’s really wrapped in iron wire.’

The trauma patient is already dead and lying around… … Ah, it looks like the supplier took him away.

If the person died from trauma, the price would definitely drop, but wasn't he still a healthy person?

And he just died.

Then, general hospitals, unlike ours that have signed an MOU with the police to secure a stable supply of bodies, will be greedy.

Anyway, looking at the patient wrapped in iron wire, it was really… … that’s it.

In comparison, the patient I operated on was already fully awake from anesthesia and sitting there blankly.

It looked the cleanest in the place, perhaps because Joseph was wearing a bandage that he had obsessively sterilized.

"I'm sorry."

I wasn't the only one who looked back and forth between the two.

Colin's older brother also looked back and forth between the patient with the iron chain and my patient.

In addition, two of Josef's trauma patients disappeared, leaving behind only a trail of blood, and two of my patients are still alive and well, though groaning in pain.

Choosing Joseph here is… … .

Isn't it a question of intelligence?

Colin's older brother, who must have been an idiot, immediately cast 'You can't do this with us' at Josef.

“What are you talking about! You don’t know who I am?”

“I know, I know. But… … .”

“I’m out of luck today! Besides, I have to wait and see what happens with the nose job! That… … That kind of tricky method has its limits! We’ll just have to wait and see. The fat that was pulled back from my forehead will rot!”

“I don’t know, but today… … .”

“Didn’t you say I was unlucky!”

“Anyway, please give me some time to think about it.”

“No, how could you do that to me?”

“It’s not a problem of any kind, it’s a problem of the face. What else can I do besides being a soldier?”

Colin's brother patted Josef on the shoulder and came towards me.

Then he said this in a slightly more polite tone than before.

“I was very rude before.”

“Was there a lot? Who do you think you’re facing? It’s not a big deal to deal with lowly nobles.”

Of course, it wasn't polite by Liston's standards.

It's a bit strict.

Because no one's rudeness is automatically controlled in front of Liston.

Even those dukes aren't rude to Liston, are they?

The general public is at a level where they are just bowing down.

“Ah… … Geumseong… … I understand. I’m sorry, Doctor Piyoung. I was very rude.”

“Yeah, I guess so. I think I’m finally ready to talk.”

Although not to that extent, Colin also changed his speech and attitude to become more polite.

What about me… … .

It didn't really matter one way or the other.

It's not like I'm some kind of ignorant person.

just…….

'Our Colin… … .'

At first, yeah, honestly, I did find it annoying.

Even so, it wasn't to the point where I felt like I should kill him because he was so childishly ugly.

But let's remember the dedication Colin has shown since then.

Hey, since it was chosen without my involvement, even if I just leave it alone, it still drank shit and piss…

And on top of that, you're here today doing unpaid volunteer work just because you're a student?

That's the same for Alfred and Joseph too… … .

'I'm going for atonement surgery.'

For a variety of reasons, I thought I would do my best to treat the children here.

It's so pitiful.

I feel sorry too.

Also, they are just guys with pretty good backgrounds.

Now, if I were to think about re-teaching the concepts I vaguely taught to other students, I would be better off dying and starting over.

“No, it’s okay. Colin is a very good guy.”

“Oh, is that so?”

As I was talking, I looked back at Colin and saw that he had a moved expression on his face.

On the contrary, my brother's face is… … .

It was hard to tell because his nose was covered by something like a mask, but I could still feel his clear disapproval, enough to know that he didn't agree.

'I wonder if the child was crooked from the beginning.'

but.

Look at the things they do to leave their mark on the history of medicine.

This is all because they don't acknowledge it at home.

“Yes, yes. Colin has really good hands. I plan to promote him to chief assistant soon. Anyway, regarding the surgery… … I’ll decide after looking at the results of the nose surgery. After all, I need to look at the wound more accurately and see how to operate.”

“Oh, really? All nose surgeries are the same… … .”

“That can’t be. How can a human body be the same as something made in a factory?”

“That’s… … Hmm, that’s definitely true. Okay. Then I guess I’ll be going now. I don’t want to be in front of other people like this.”

“Okay. Then can I call you at home?”

“Yes, please give it to me through my little brother.”

“Yes, I will do that.”

Since I've been thinking about atonement surgery ever since I mentioned the surgery to my brother, and since I'm a 21st century doctor and tend to be friendly, I was able to end the conversation quite smoothly.

Anyway, after I sent my brother off like that, Blundell and Liston were looking at me with very surprised expressions.

“Why… … is that so?”

“No, I just realized you can have a normal conversation.”

It's Liston.

No, it's not Blundell.

Are you crazy?

I always… … .

“I have the right blood! The person who kept shouting like this… … Huh, there’s a reason why they say you have to look at people for a long time.”

This time it's Blundell.

After hearing that… … .

Admittedly, I've been a bit pushy lately.

But that didn't make me feel like reflecting on it.

There's nothing I can do… … .

How can you just sit still when you know you're killing people?

However, it is impossible to explain things to these kids at their level every time.

'It's comfortable… … .'

I don't think his attitude will change in the future.

Once you try it, there's no going back.

When I was a fellow, I wondered why that professor would do such a crazy thing, but when I actually did it, I immediately understood why.

When I become a tyrant, others may be uncomfortable, but I am comfortable.

Wouldn't it be great if I was comfortable?

That's right.

There is so much work to be done ahead.

'Okay, let's just go with it.'

Sometimes kind.

Sometimes it's just crazy!

“Whew. For now, the patient has been transferred to the sickroom.”

As I was thinking about that, I suddenly found myself in the hospital.

The work in the square was not over yet.

What's that over there…?

There was total chaos.

Maybe it's because the afterglow of the festival still lingers, but I don't have any thoughts of going.

Our gang seems to be doing business with these people, pickpocketing them, and robbing them…

Anyway, the director who had heard the rumor appeared and patted Blundell on the shoulder, who had just started talking, and then intervened.

“By the way, your fame is spreading more and more through this.”

“That would be a good thing, right?”

“Of course. If you take care of the nobles with diabetes treatment and become popular with the general public… … then really no one will be able to treat you rudely just because you’re Asian?”

“Good.”

Well… … that's a good thing.

It's a bit odd that surgery is a form of entertainment, but it's not too far off.

“So I tried to help a little more.”

"yes?"

I'm glad there's someone like you, Director.

I think it's because of me that the hospital is doing well…

Even so, if you were a fu*king racist, would you do this to me?

“Isn’t the Korean word for god a hat? Is that right?”

“Ah… … That’s right.”

“I’m using that to create a nickname and spread it.”

“What is your nickname?”

“I added God to the name.”

Putting god in the name?

Why is it ominous?

“Pi Young-shin.”

Shit… … .