Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 248

Episode 248 Brother's Surgery [2]

“Oh, Piyeongshin!”

“Plain!”

“Plain man!”

Shit, don't do that… … .

Just call me by my correct name… … .

“Well done, huh? Haha. Anyway… … Do Koreans know what the word ‘shin’ means? They probably don’t know that it refers to God. They just know it as a Korean word that refers to someone who is exceptionally talented in a certain field.”

Upon hearing my new nickname, Liston, Blundell, and my friends and disciples became one in mind and heart and continued to mutter it.

What kind of reaction should I show?

Is this difficult?

As I was standing there in bewilderment, the director, who must have misunderstood my actions, said this.

“Good? Did you do well?”

god…….

Yeah, that's right.

Surprisingly, in the 21st century, the word God is used like that!

why?

I don't know if it's because of Korea or because of the 21st century in general, but the weight of the word 'God' has been greatly reduced.

But now it is blasphemy.

No, it's a bit more like that.

A commoner… … .

Doesn't it feel a bit strange to listen to it?

“Yes, you did a great job.”

If he were a real god, he wouldn't have stayed still.

Strictly speaking, my position in London is still closer to that of a layperson than a god.

You might think that it's deceptive to say something like this when you're in charge of a gang… … .

There are just as many gangs that want to get away from me and gain fame as there are gangs that follow me.

No, I heard there are a lot of punks who hang around the neighborhood bars, not gangs.

Honestly, if you take away the halo behind me, I don't look that strong at all.

“Yeah. Hahaha. Anyway, since you won this match, you are now the most popular person in London. What on earth did you think of draining blood from that heart? There are signs that it will become a big hit.”

“No… … That won’t work.”

What I'm saying is that it wasn't taken from the heart in the first place.

Of course, if you stab it wrong, there are cases where blood is drawn from the heart.

But if you stab with that purpose from the beginning, it's murder, just like that!

“Are you going to patent it? If you patent something that can save lives, you’ll lose the reputation you’ve earned. And it’s not even possible. Neither the person who stabbed you nor the person who was stabbed will open their mouths.”

“That’s not wrong, but… … .”

That's not really wrong.

The one who stabbed me… … .

I can't guarantee that the person stabbed will be unable to open their mouth, as I've seen 19th century doctors brag about killing people.

“Then what’s the problem?”

"that is……."

“Hahaha! You look tired. Well, you had a lot going on today. Get some rest. Here’s some money, so go have a drink.”

"ah."

Yeah, I guess I should drink some alcohol and get drunk.

no way…….

Isn't 19th century London becoming more civilized with our group at the center?

Moreover, we have known since the 17th century what the function of the organ called the heart is.

these guys…….

Just looking at it, there are more than a few times when I think I really don't know anything, but surprisingly, I know quite a bit.

Anyway, it would take tremendous courage and determination to stab such an organ with a knife.

There will be almost none.

“But where are we going?”

“Where are you going? Let’s stop going to backward pubs.”

“Ah… … Here… … ?”

“I heard that this is a place that congressmen sometimes come to. It’s not a place you can come to just because you have money… … .”

“Then shall we go back?”

When I came to my senses, a street so splendid that it was hard to believe it was London appeared before my eyes.

Actually, Senior Alfred's house was a bit like that too.

Is it a nice neighborhood?

But can you really get into the upper class just because you have a lot of money?

Contrary to popular belief, Britain is not such an easy country.

These kids are really strictly divided.

“Haha. I heard about Joseon. I heard that the class distinction there is strict too.”

“Where on earth do you hear about Joseon?”

“Didn’t you know? Because of you, the merchants who come and go to Qing these days are going crazy trying to have a quick conversation with a Joseon person. They’re even offering money.”

"ah……."

Is it X?

like this…….

Am I getting caught?

“Anyway, we’re pretty high up now. It’s not like it used to be! Haha.”

After telling that scary story, Liston opened the door and went inside.

surely…….

This space, which I don't know whether to call a pub or a bar, was quite fancy.

First of all, the gas lights were shining everywhere, making it much brighter than a normal pub.

While I'm at it, do you know why there are so many fights in bars, whether in fantasy novels or elsewhere?

That's because it's dark.

It's hard to accurately judge what kind of opponent someone is.

No… … I’m telling you, there are crazy people who pick on Liston?

"uh……."

“Uh uh… … ?”

“That… … .”

“Cutting Master… … ?”

But this place was really bright.

Thanks to that, everyone inside could recognize our faces as we entered.

I guess the best known of us all is Liston?

No, even though he was probably the least known, attention was bound to be focused on Liston.

It needs to be a little bigger.

Besides… … he was a man who could not help but stand out in many ways, as he always carried a Liston knife on his waist after receiving permission from the London police.

“Just a moment… … next to me?”

“Could it be… …a civilian?”

“Qing Gang?”

“Yeah. This guy. What should I do when the news is so dark? He’s a gangster from Joseon. According to rumors, he was originally a commoner? Yes, he was a commoner, but… …what was it called? Anyway, it’s said that he killed a nobleman who served him and stole his name. No one knows his real name or age.”

“Huh… … So is that true in Paris too?”

“That’s right. There’s a rumor that he even ate the breasts of a noblewoman.”

“Ugh… … .”

Next up was probably Joseph.

It was supposed to be that way.

Our Joseph Dungi is actually not ordinary, right?

If I had to pick a promising gangster out of these, it would be Joseph… … .

“Did you cut your lady’s chest too?”

“That… that time, we cut it together, right?”

“Together? Me?”

“Sophie Germain.”

“Ah. Aaaah. You’re not wrong.”

“Wrong! When did I eat it!”

“It’s said that small mistakes tend to stick when rumors spread.”

“Trivial… trivial.”

Why do you keep talking about me?

Besides, he just kept calling Liston nicknames, and he was talking about things about me that even I didn't know.

Judging by their attire and appearance, they were not the type of people who would be accustomed to such gossip.

They are literally nobles… … .

“Consider it as paying the price of fame.”

"Whew……."

“Anyway, the alcohol here is good. They have some decent whiskeys.”

“Have you been there, brother?”

“With the director.”

“Ah… … Now that I think about it.”

Our director… … .

He is a strange person.

I heard that he didn't come from a noble family, so how did he become so successful?

“What kind of person is the director?”

“The director? What… … He’s an amazing person.”

“Don’t just slurp it down.”

At my words, Liston took a sip of the amber liquor that had just come out and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s time for you to know too.”

“What is it?”

“Actually, the director is from France.”

“Huh? The director told me to… … Right? When I see you speak English, your accent is… … .”

“Oh, the director is a native Londoner. But his family originally came from France.”

“Ugh… … .”

It's better than oriental.

But from London to France… …?

Why did you come over?

I had many questions.

Immigration is something we need to think about seriously in the 21st century, but immigration was the same in the 19th century?

From France, which could be said to be the ruler of Europe, to the island nation of Britain?

Even though the baguettes are a bit weird, considering the weather and food, France is honestly better.

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but… … I didn’t come here because I committed a crime or anything.”

“No, I didn’t think about that.”

“Really? Isn’t that how it is when you immigrate?”

“No… … Is that so? But you said no.”

Well, if Liston were to immigrate to France… … .

Maybe after committing a crime that even the police chief couldn't stop.

It'll probably be okay to just kill one or two people.

Honestly, haven't there been dozens of murders under the guise of surgery?

What's the point of punishing someone for killing someone now?

The law cannot be ambiguous.

“Do you know Huguenot?”

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

“I thought so. Don’t just study medicine, but also learn some common sense. You’ll be meeting more high-ranking people in the future.”

"that……."

The words, "Is that something you should say?" came out of my throat and then went back in.

“Do you want to die?”

I thought it went in, but it looks like it popped out a bit.

Well, it's okay…

If being called bald is okay, then what's the problem with being called ignorant?

"I'm sorry."

“Yeah, anyway, you know the French love revolutions, right?”

“I know. You ignorant bastards… … Do you think it makes sense to drag someone to the guillotine just because you don’t like them?”

“That’s what I mean. Anyway, Huguenots are Protestants. Most of them were lawyers or doctors. They’re supposed to be smart people… … but what do ignorant people think of them?”

“I don’t like it.”

“That’s why I killed them. The director’s family was a group of people who fled to escape persecution at the time.”

“Ah… … So, the director’s name is Georges François?”

"that's right."

Yay… … .

Wow, France!

Kill all the intellectuals… … .

Isn't that why we're being pushed around these days?

I also thought it was a little strange.

There is almost no reason why Britain should be better off than France, and yet the British Empire is now the strongest.

So there was this background.

Anyway, I have never seen anyone benefit from killing or persecuting intellectuals, regardless of whether it be in the East or the West.

“By the way, Colin.”

"yes."

“Are you confident about that surgery?”

“I’m confident. I’ll finish it without any problems.”

“Yeah. Um… … .”

As I was thinking about that, Liston suddenly started talking about surgery.

Well, I don't think it should be seen that way.

This is what doctors usually talk about when they go out for a drink after work.

“But why? It seems like you have some complaints.”

“I’m talking about the person who had surgery earlier. No matter how I look at it, I think I can make it look even better.”

"ah……."

“Is it really impossible to use ear or rib cartilage?”

“Umm… … .”

It's cartilage… … .

There was nothing I couldn't do.

But right now, with Brother Colin?

It's a little… … .

“How about trying some practice?”

“Practice? But doing it with a corpse is meaningless.”

We need to see the transplant response.

We also need to check for infection.

Because we don't even know whether the disinfection we're doing is sufficient.

“Then why don’t we just make it a person?”

“How do you practice as a person… … .”

Liston's expression became a little strange at my words.

It seemed like he was asking what I had done so far.

Now that I think about it, I feel that way too.

“Would anyone be suitable?”

So when I asked him this, Liston laughed heartily.

“A lot. If they offered to pay for the surgery and do it for me, I’d probably line up. Wasn’t that the case with today’s match?”

"but……."

Yes, this is 19th century England.

I don't know if this is really the Earth I lived on…