Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 252

Episode 252 Center Independence [2]

“Huhhhhh… … .”

Come to think of it, lack of exercise isn't just Jamie Sir's problem, is it?

Liston is a person with a naturally strong body and who enjoys working hard, so… … he didn't seem to need to exercise separately.

Of course, muscle strength and metabolic disease aren't necessarily related, but doesn't the picture of me exercising Liston seem a little odd?

There are so many easy kids out there, so there's no need to do that, that's what he meant.

“Isn’t this… … torture… … ?”

Alfred, who was carrying on his shoulders a barbell, a bar of my own making with two ends on either side, asked.

I was doing squats just a moment ago.

That means he was sitting down with that on and then getting up.

Oh, when you say paper, you might think of a huge bell that you would hear at a church or something like that, but I am also a person with common sense.

It's small.

Small thing.

“Oh, it’s heavy?”

It's still heavier than I thought…

I said as I watched Liston lift one of the bells like a kettlebell.

“It has to be that heavy to be considered exercise.”

“Exercise… … hmm… … but you know.”

"yes."

“The more you use it, the weaker it might become, right?”

Liston was shirtless.

So… … the upper body muscles are fully exposed, that’s what I was saying.

I thought to myself, watching the muscles twitch as the paper went up and down.

'Is this kid on anabolic steroids?'

Does that make sense?

Does that happen naturally?

'But… … It's an era where you can't even eat and sleep.'

The concept of hormones doesn't exist yet.

If you look closely, you will find that there is fetal movement itself, but it is correct to say that we do not have an understanding of hormones at least at the level that we are aware of.

And isn't Liston the kind of guy who would be injected with the juice from the ground up body parts of a male beast?

I never dreamed I'd be saying this, but Liston is a much more sensible person than you'd think.

I never thought a person like that would say something like that.

“What are you talking about? The more you use it, the stronger it becomes.”

“Is that normal…? I get that it can happen temporarily. If you look at sailors, their arms are thick. But in the end, they die faster, right?”

"that……."

No, what on earth is this guy talking about?

Muscle growth occurs when a certain amount of stress is applied to the muscles, causing injuries and then recovering from them…

'fu*k… … .'

This is 21st century common sense!

If you think about it, the mechanism is incredibly difficult.

How on earth did they figure these things out?

21st century people are truly amazing.

“You have nothing to say?”

“No, no!”

“What are you going to do if you make it this hard and then something happens? Especially Sir Jamie… … Oh, you’re already resting.”

“You haven’t even done it ten times?”

“Haven’t you ever thought that those ten times could shorten Sir Jamie’s lifespan? It’s obvious. If you don’t use it, it will be preserved. Haven’t you ever heard of the word ‘aging’?”

Chew… … .

Don't you know that aging is the most important topic in 21st century medicine?

Well… … there are some cases where it seems right not to use it.

For example, joints.

If you exercise too hard, you'll get hurt and worn out.

There is also a term called senile arthritis.

But it's not good to not use it at all.

Then it hardens again.

Besides, we're talking about muscles now.

Muscles… … were truly synonymous with the phrase, the more you use them, the stronger they become.

It's a prerequisite that you don't get injured, but at least with the exercises I'm doing now, injuries can't happen.

'It might happen, but then shouldn't we consider it already done?'

If you're so weak that you'd get injured by doing this level of exercise, then… … that's just not possible.

“Brother. Then what do you think about this?”

"what?"

Anyway, some persuasion was needed.

As soon as Liston put down his chin strap, no one started exercising.

Even though I told them to do it, the young ones just sat down and stood up, and Sir Jamie just sat down and stood up naked, and they still did it.

That's human nature.

It's hard… … Who would want to do that?

If there is no justification for it, I will never do it.

I don't know if I should call it a blessing, but in the 19th century, diseases like polio were still so prevalent that it was overwhelming, let alone being conquered.

“People who can’t use one leg… … How thick are their legs?”

“What do you mean, I don’t know?”

“No… … Is that what you’re saying?”

“Anyway, let’s talk. I really value your observation skills.”

“That… that’s right. Those people’s useless legs are incredibly thin. Think about it!”

Let's think about it, Taepyeong!

Aren't you a commoner like other people say?

Turn around, head!

'oh.'

I wonder if my fervent prayer was answered.

Or maybe it was just my gull cells joking around again.

I don't know what it is, but somehow, a ray of hope has appeared that will help overcome this situation.

“How did the Lord create our bodies?”

“Don’t you know that…? It was made out of clay.”

“No, not that!”

“You want to express a different opinion? From there, it’s heresy.”

There were dark clouds briefly in the sky, but it was okay.

Because my speaking skills are no ordinary ones.

“No, but how smart do you think you made it?”

"huh?"

“Wouldn’t you like to make it more efficient?”

“Well… … Well, I guess so?”

19th century.

Even though we support science, isn't this still an important time for religion?

The moment you mention God, most people get nervous.

Now I know.

That you won't be referred to a religious trial or anything just because you're accused of being a heretic.

But it will be extremely disadvantageous.

The place I live could burn down right now.

To that extent… …the belief in religion and the power of religion that arises from it are enormous.

For me, there is no reason not to use it.

“Well, then what should we do with the parts that are not being used? Let’s think of our body as a hospital. There are parts that don’t make money. So what should we do?”

“Shrink or close… … Ah. Our bodies are like that too, is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes. I think the Lord made it that way.”

“Isn’t that too heartless… … ?”

“You said it was made efficiently. The British Empire has plenty of food, but other places don’t?”

The British Empire is not an empire with an abundance of food.

The production of surplus agricultural products became possible only after the introduction of chemical fertilizers… … .

I'm not an expert on that area's history, so I'm not sure if that's accurate, but I don't think that's the case right now.

If so, then the food problem in London's slums is unexplained.

Well… … Since people’s greed is endless, it could just be that those who have it have more.

“A starving person can’t use one of his legs. Do you really need to feed him that?”

“That’s strange. But what does that have to do with exercise? I wonder if it can even be called exercise.”

“We trick our muscles into thinking that we have to keep lifting heavy weights like this, so we get bigger and stronger.”

“Hmm… … I see. That’s certainly a plausible argument.”

As Liston nodded, Alfred, Joseph, and Colin, who had been watching, sat down and started to stand up.

Then, Jamie Sir sat down again with a sigh and casted Stand Up.

I don't know about the other guys, but it was fortunate that Sir Jamie seemed serious, even though he was grumbling.

“I used to be very fit… … but I can’t do this either?”

He seemed to be upset that he was weaker than those lowly guys despite being a duke of the British Empire.

Well, it couldn't be helped.

Because I've been writing since the moment I cut off my own body parts.

But I guarantee that if you start exercising regularly from now on, especially if you do strength training, you will be able to live a longer and healthier life than if you didn't do it at all.

“So, it would be good to exercise.”

“Hmm… … Yeah, it seems like there are a lot of loopholes in this theory… … But it doesn’t seem like anyone will be harmed, so let’s do some more research.”

“Yes, brother.”

Where is the gap?

I wanted to ask him if all those gaps were in his head, but I could easily hold back because I had a strong desire to live a long life.

Even if I had tried to bring up the subject, I don't think we would have had a conversation.

It's because of Sir Jamie, who is breathing heavily and has stale breath.

I don't know, but I think it's probably not good.

Otherwise, your breath wouldn't smell this bad.

No, the person who actually drank urine was the person next to me, so why does this person smell like urine?

“Plain. What do you think?”

“No, it’s not.”

Of course, as I have said many times, I want to live a long and good life, so I never revealed my true feelings.

He just nodded with a serious expression.

Thanks to that, I was able to continue my conversation with Sir Jamie without a hitch.

“It’s not that I’m trying not to exercise, I’m just thinking of someone.”

“Yes, go ahead. And you can’t leave here until you fill it 50 times today.”

“Yeah, yeah… … but I have a meeting… … .”

meeting…….

Opium Wars… … .

I don't think it has much to do with me though.

Anyway, to do that properly, I had to exercise now.

“Okay, I got it.”

Sir Jamie sighed, perhaps reading my determination from my expression.

I think I even swore, saying 'F*ck', but anyway, if you've come this far, it would be better to listen to me from now on.

I keep seeing him in pain so I forget, but isn't this guy a duke?

He is one of the few truly powerful people in the British Empire.

“Anyway… … One of my coworkers has been having a headache lately.”

“Head?”

“Yeah. So I guess that’s why you go to the hospital and stuff.”

“Our hospital… … .”

When we talk about headache treatment at our hospital, several things come to mind.

The bloodletting that Jemel mainly does, and was it tomato or Thomas… … .

Anyway, this is a centrifuge run by a son of a bitch.

Who would have thought they would try such a treatment on a member of the National Assembly while he was lying down… … .

'Well, Duke, there's a guy who picks peanuts.'

It was surprising for a moment, but then I thought about it and realized that all 19th century doctors were like that, so it made sense right away.

“But it doesn’t seem to have much effect.”

“I guess so.”

If it works, that's even weirder.

“They say that if you drain the blood, things will get better, but what good will that do? The person has no blood left. They are in so much pain.”

"ah……."

It does seem to work.

Bloodshed… … .

Well, if it had no immediate effects, how could it have survived for thousands of years?

Anyway, no matter what, that kind of treatment couldn't continue.

“Please come. I’ll take a look. I can’t guarantee a cure, but… … Well, it’ll be better than other people.”

“Yeah, yeah. Then I’m going to the meeting.”

“No, there are 40 left.”

“Yeah… … But are you really doing this because you need it?”

“Of course. Would I harass others for no reason?”

“Yeah, that’s right.

Somehow, Jamie Sir's eyes seemed to fall upon the dedicated sommelier once again.

I can't understand English.