Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 251

Episode 251 Center Independence [1]

It was several months later that the good news began to materialize.

Actually, I knew the general idea before that.

Alfred, Colin, and even the director were all not very tight-lipped.

“Good… … .”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Kensington.

By any measure, this is the heart of London.

It is a place that boasts such enormous land prices… … .

A center was created there where I and several others can receive treatment.

It wasn't like tearing everything down and building new like in the 21st century, but rather using existing buildings.

'Thank you all… … .'

He was saving up money like some kind of astrological gem and bought this building.

Of course, Liston and I also put in some money.

This was because it allowed me to take the profits as business income rather than in the form of a salary.

Oh, in the meantime, the topic of a title came up again, and of course, I declined it once again.

“Well, you don’t have to feel too burdened.”

In front of the second branch of the hospital, which looked like an old building on the outside but had been renovated on the inside, the director patted me on the shoulder.

When I didn't know this guy's background, I just thought he looked really comfortable…

After I found out that they were descendants of people who fled persecution, things seemed a little different.

What should I say?

A hero of reversal?

“I started with nothing, just like my father… … You don’t need to worry about management or anything like that. The reason we set up this hospital here in the first place was to please the upper class. You just need to take care of diabetes. You just need to take care of diabetes.”

“I can use the remaining time as I please, is that valid?”

“Of course! Haha, who would dare to use a commoner? You just have to treat diabetes in the morning. Anyway, there… … your subordinates are there too. If the two of you look at it, it should be possible.”

Alfred was standing at the director's fingertips.

Originally, they were going to train him to be an anesthesiologist, but that fell through.

It's not that people have bad intentions… … .

It was due to limitations of the times.

Do you think you can become a specialist after being under anesthesia for several months?

In fact, even the current specialists have a strong feeling that they become specialists when they say, "From now on, I'm going to look at this."

“Okay! Leave it to me!”

My father also seemed to think that just turning on the gas cylinder was not doctor-like.

In fact, the captain of the operating room is an anesthesiologist… … .

That was something that happened later, so talking about it wouldn't be of much help.

So, Alfred was just chosen as an anesthesia assistant and diabetic specialist.

Although he may not be quick with his hands, he is a delicate person, so he was quite good at this.

Actually… … insulin concentration is bound to fluctuate, right?

Since it was natural, that was natural.

People say that if something is natural, it must be good, but because we don't know what substances are in it and how much, it's not that good as a medicine.

'They are the best at treating patients while observing their condition.'

Yeah, that might be Alfred's calling.

Because 19th century treatment for diabetes was very different from before.

“First of all… … This is your examination room, over there is Liston, and over there is Blundell. Blundell, are you sure you’ll be okay here? I think the mothers-to-be will be going over there a lot.”

While I was lost in thought for a moment, the director asked Blundell, whose future was uncertain.

Of course, it was just my opinion that it was ambiguous.

Blundell, the person involved, did not think that way at all.

“I think I can do new things if I stay here. Like cesarean sections and blood transfusions. Are you a layperson for nothing?”

“That’s true.”

“Besides… … Oh my, if I stay there, I’ll have to work with those uncivilized guys.”

“I… will be there too.”

“It’s fortunate that the director has the concept of miasma and disinfects. But the other guys… … Oh my. Oh my… … No matter how much I talk to them, they won’t listen. I told them to use a stethoscope, but they didn’t, so aren’t they still burying them alive?”

“That… … is a bit frustrating, me too.”

It was because Blundell was feeling a bit of the same emotion I felt when I first came here.

It has gotten a lot better.

Washing my hands after doing dissection has become a routine now.

But before operating on a patient, things like disinfection must be done… … .

So, the things that are possible only if the concept of pathogens is established are still unknown.

Besides that, most of the other little things were not observed.

There were only some guys who tried to steal things like diabetes treatments, but luckily we were able to stop them.

First of all, the technology to extract insulin was barely leaked, and it would have been difficult to obtain a cow's pancreas for free.

why?

We made a pact with the gang.

In exchange for giving us free cow pancreases, we are protecting the gang.

'Protection… … is a bit of a strange word.'

Well, thanks to us, the gang had become closer to the police, and they could use Sword Master Liston if necessary, so it was definitely a win-win for them.

We benefit too.

“Yeah, well. If that’s what you think. Anyway, this is the operating room… … I’m still not sure if I should have a separate operating room. Anyway, I asked you to make one, so I made one.”

"thank you."

Before we knew it, we were passing the operating room and heading to the ward.

Since the building wasn't originally built as a hospital, the wards were very small.

So if you ask me if it was that bad, of course it wasn't.

Is it a hospital if you put 20 people in one room? It's a prison.

I didn't know that I would like this structure so much, where three or four people can be hospitalized at a time, but now that I've built it, I really like it.

“In many ways… … it’s pretty.”

To the director who runs a cheerful hospital, it seemed small in many ways.

That's why the words of advice were a bit long.

“Well… … Just because we’re separated here doesn’t mean we can’t use the hospital facilities. If there’s anyone who comes out of nowhere… … Don’t come forward yourself, Liston. Tell me. I’m telling you not to admit them. Got it?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Don’t be so rude… … The police contacted me separately. Stop beating me up.”

"All right."

“And… … Okay, well. I’ll figure it out. If you have any difficulties, feel free to ask.”

"yes yes."

“Yeah… … Let’s make a lot of money. Diabetes treatment is really expensive, you know. Haha.”

After a long time, the director returned to the original hospital by carriage.

“It seems like we’re the only ones left.”

“Good.”

“Yeah. It’s nice that the ignorant ones are out of sight.”

“Yes.”

I don't know who is calling whom ignorant, but…

At this point, our group was definitely at the front.

Because no one knows what disinfection is and what Nabal is.

No, should I say that he knows but is not admitting it?

anyway.

Now that we were independent, we had to earn our own living.

I wasn't really worried or anything.

why?

I've been making a lot of money since before.

“Who is our first customer?”

“Sir Jamie, that guy. He has to come every day.”

“Yes, that’s true. But once you get diabetes, do you have to keep treating it? How can it not be cured with surgery?”

Diabetic surgery… …does not exist even in the 21st century.

Well, if you want to force it to fit in, there is obesity surgery… … .

Jamie Sir's condition is complex as it is a symptom of aging, lack of exercise and absence of male hormones.

Rather, I would have to use exercise and diet, but that was also difficult.

It was like that until now.

“Well… I’m going to try making you exercise.”

“Exercise? I heard you hunt.”

“No, it’s not that. It’s an exercise that helps prevent diabetes.”

“Is there such a thing? If there is such a thing, I want to try it too.”

“Come and see. That’s why I left a room empty.”

“Ah… … That… … Are you talking about the room with the bell?”

"yes."

I created a room specifically for exercising.

I thought it would cost a lot of money to make the type of dumbbells and barbells I was looking at, so I bought a few standard-sized lumps of iron.

It's paper.

In English it's bell.

Actually, it's not like it's a completely wrong method, since it's called dumbbells, barbells, and kettlebells because people actually exercised with these bells.

“Open.”

As I was sulking in the examination room, Sir Jamie arrived.

It had already been a few months since I started taking diabetes treatment. My complexion had improved significantly.

"hello!"

The person who is cheerfully greeting me from the side is… … .

Jamie Sir's personal sommelier.

He is so sensitive to taste that he is a great help in treatment.

“There was absolutely no sweetness yesterday. I think it’s being regulated very well!”

Something like this.

I wonder if it's okay for a person to make a living by tasting other people's urine…

There is nothing we can do because it is still too difficult to analyze sugar in urine.

It's much cheaper to just hire one person to do it for you than to do it every time.

“Good. Then I will adjust it to the same capacity.”

“Yeah, yeah. Oh my… … I guess I’m getting used to this because I do this so often.”

Sir Jamie pulled up his shirt to take a shot of insulin made from the pancreas we had procured early in the morning.

I put the syringe into Sir Jamie's floppy stomach, which was exposed like that.

Since I hadn't been playing around for months, the syringe had also made a lot of improvements.

It even has proper rubber on it.

All the way.

This way, the pressure is transmitted accurately, allowing the medicine to be injected immediately.

The needle was still so thick that I couldn't tell if it was an awl or a needle…

“It’s bleeding, it’s bleeding.”

“Ugh… … It hurts… … .”

It was always to the point where I needed to stop the bleeding.

This needs to be improved somehow… … .

It's not easy, really.

That doesn't mean there was nothing that could be done.

If you exercise and increase muscle mass, you might be able to reduce the frequency of injections.

'Well… I don't think that'll work.'

Why do you cut off the body parts?

I grabbed Sir Jamie's shoulder with a thought I could never express out loud.

“Huh? Why?”

He looked back at me with a puzzled expression, clearly indicating that he was in a hurry to leave.

“You don’t exercise?”

“No, I said I’m going to hunt.”

Now it was a resentful face.

It could be said that all of these reactions were completely absurd.

“Your heart should beat faster than usual and you should sweat more.”

“How can that be? Are you telling me to work?”

“Okay… … I’ll explain it properly from today. Come this way.”

“Ugh… … It’s scary when you make that face.”

“What kind of face do you have?”

“Arsenic dress.”

“Ah. No. How could I do that to you, Your Highness? After all, you are an investor in the hospital.”

“That’s what I mean. Wouldn’t it be better for you if I died?”

“I’m not that bad of a person.”

“Yeah, yeah… … .”

Sir Jamie looked back at his personal sommelier for some reason.