Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 257

Episode 257: Knock Knock, Can You Open the Door? [4]

I thought only the police were following them, but there were quite a few more people behind them, including the reporter, Jamie Sir, and even the director.

Thanks to this, the space that was used as a reception room and patient waiting room quickly became crowded.

That doesn't mean it became noisy though.

Everyone was quiet.

I was just listening to what the congressman had just said.

For me, it was a bit… … embarrassing.

'Isn't it common sense to open your stomach when you have a stomachache and open your head when you have a headache?'

This wasn't just a story that was true in the 19th century.

It was the same in the 21st century.

No, isn't that something that didn't work in the 19th century?

I wondered if I was thinking too 21st century, so I looked back at what they did in 19th century hospitals.

It wasn't that difficult.

I've been trying really hard up until now to avoid being seen as a crazy person.

Thanks to this, I could immediately think of surgeries that are difficult to call sophisticated or civilized, such as stone removal, testicular opening, etc.

'Okay. I did nothing wrong. That guy is just a coward.'

good.

Then, I think it would be better to be more confident.

“Yes, you have to open your head.”

"that……."

So I said it confidently.

He was politely pointing at the congressman's head.

The attendants and police were startled, but everyone else remained silent.

Sir Jamie shook his head for some reason… … .

Anyway, the room was still quiet.

Among them, it was the congressman who opened his mouth again.

“Maybe you’re bleeding.”

"yes."

“Do you have any ties to the Qing Dynasty… …?”

"yes?"

I looked back at him, wondering what he was talking about.

Then Liston tapped my shoulder and opened his mouth.

“No. Pyeongsin is clearly a Joseon person. And I know that Joseon people have hated the Qing since the Pyeongjahoran.”

Surprisingly, he was speaking quite accurately.

Where on earth did I hear about the Byeongja Horan?

So this time I looked back at Liston, and he continued speaking with a wink.

“The review really was designed to open your head as a way to fix you, sir. Actually… … I think it might have made your headache worse?”

“That’s true. But isn’t that because I didn’t do any bleeding?”

“Bleeding… … .”

Liston paused for a moment.

If it were me, I would have probably blown up right there.

Isn't the treatment that came out because of that guy's theory of corpse fluid bloodletting?

What is the theory of body fluids?

It's a hypothesis, a hypothesis, that people came up with two thousand years ago.

Of course, it is acknowledged that Hippocrates put forth many groundbreaking ideas that were difficult to propose at the time.

Among them, there are some that even modern people would find quite impressive, right?

But… …it is not the theory of body fluids.

Opinions that originate from knowledge that has not yet been accumulated are bound to be awkward.

“Actually.”

It was taking quite a while to choose my words.

This was actually surprising, considering Liston's intelligence was quite high.

Even though it's overshadowed by his brute force, isn't it okay to classify that person as a genius no matter how you look at it?

Anyway, let's criticize the bloodletting in the theory of body fluids…

First, blood is created in the hematopoietic organ, namely the bone marrow.

It's not made once and then done, it's made every hour.

why?

The blood cells that make up blood have a lifespan.

It's not that long.

At best, a few months, at best, a few days.

“What Ping suggested is also a bloodbath.”

Those whose lifespan has ended are removed from the spleen.

That's why, even though new blood is constantly being created, our blood volume remains balanced.

Of course, if you stay in a high-altitude area for a long time or even live there, the number of red blood cells increases to adapt to that environment… … .

huh?

What did you just say?

"yes?"

"huh?"

I found myself questioning something.

One thing that was fortunate was that it wasn't just me, it was everyone else.

Surprisingly, our group, namely Blundell, Joseph, Alfred, and Colin, were just standing there blankly.

These guys seemed to be on to something.

“There are many different types of dead blood. Of course, there is some on the back, arms, and ankles. But there must be some living blood in there too. Isn’t that inevitable?”

“Well… I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I guess that’s what you’re saying.”

I don't know what you're talking about either.

What on earth is this guy talking about?

Regardless of my doubts, Liston continued.

The room was not that big to begin with, but Liston was so huge that the room was already overwhelming.

Everyone was listening.

In that situation, Liston was laughing out loud.

“A method to remove only dead blood… … was devised by our evaluation. I was surprised too. Now, the headache is due to too much blood, so removing the blood would be the best solution, right?”

“That’s right.”

“The strange thing is that even if you remove the blood, it hurts more right away. This shows that the existing methods have limitations.”

“Um… … Certainly… … Even if I take it out often these days, it still hurts. It still hurts now.”

That's bullshit.

It's obviously nonsense… … .

'It'll be usable if you just leave it.'

anyway…….

The evaluation of future generations has long been thrown away.

It was from the time you started doing stupid things like miasma and such.

What can you do if you open the head and bleed it in the meantime?

Wouldn't you say that the ratings are just average?

Even by then, I'd already been dead for a long time.

“What if we could just drain the dead blood?”

“Umm… … .”

“Hey kids, bring it here.”

"yes?"

“I told you to bring the body.”

“Ah, ah, yes!”

The kids jumped out at Liston's words.

Then he grabbed the corpse's arms and legs and came inside.

Bring it on a stretcher at least… … .

If you bring it like that, doesn't it look like a crime scene?

Even the body isn't complete.

My head… … .

“Now, look here.”

It seemed like I was the only one who thought that.

The police just looked at the body, making a face of interest and making a humming sound.

ledger?

The director was looking at the round hole on the head and exclaiming in admiration, 'This is the work of the blacksmith Liston.'

No one is in their right mind, this is it… … .

I thought it would be okay.

“There was dead blood collecting here, pressing down on the head. We removed it… … That’s probably why the patient died.”

“Huh! Does that mean I could die?”

“Yes.”

“Uh, that’s… that’s not right.”

This was because the patient's persuasion was becoming increasingly difficult in this absurd situation.

The reporters were also nodding their heads with greatly impressed faces.

Not only that, I was writing something, and of course, it was censored.

I was watching Sir Jamie, his men, and the director write the article.

No matter how I look at it, it's not normal… … .

Well, there was almost nothing in the 19th century that a 21st century person would consider normal, so it just happened.

“That’s why we have to open it. If Pyeong and I are together, there will be no accidents.”

“Hmm… … You two are definitely the best doctors in London.”

“It’s the best in the world. It’s the best in Britain, isn’t it?”

“That’s true. Okay… … Okay. Just a moment… … Is that okay?”

“Yes, of course.”

The congressman has already passed.

So, the conversation we were going to have from now on would be meaningless consolation or prayer at best.

“Sir Jamie.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know you’d open your head, but if those two are right, then I guess they’re right.”

“I guess so.”

“Please pray for me.”

“Yes, please. This operation… … haa… … is such a big undertaking, it’s burdensome.”

“Leave your worries to the higher-ups. There’s only one thing you have to do now. Just relax.”

“Yes, I will do that.”

As I expected, they were sharing comfort and prayer.

actually…….

I confess that I am in need of comfort and prayer.

'What if I open it and there's nothing there?'

In reality, there is a possibility that there is nothing… … .

'I don't know that either.'

Isn't medicine originally a discipline based on statistics?

But would this situation be captured in statistics?

No, is there even such a thing as statistics in this day and age?

It may exist, but we may not be actively utilizing it… … .

'Well… … Then you'll have to figure it out yourself.'

I looked at Liston.

Was Liston thinking something similar?

He was sending me a smile that seemed somehow ominous.

So we exchanged villainous smiles and waited calmly.

Meanwhile, our disciples went to the operating room and checked the instruments and operating table.

“Okay, then please.”

“Yes, this way.”

“Are you really not even giving me alcohol or anything?”

“No need. Just drink that.”

“Okay… …but is there anything I should know in advance?”

"ah."

right.

I didn't get the consent form.

Of course, I'm not saying there is such a thing.

Who on earth could it be?

The introduction of the obligatory but cumbersome procedure called consent form.

“I need to shave my head. Have you seen the patient?”

“Ah… … That’s okay. I guess I should just wear a hat. The people attending the meeting… … They know my situation.”

“And… … Once you lie down, I’ll explain.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay.”

First, I confessed what I couldn't hide.

You can't just push the head back and put it back on, right?

The good news is that for some reason, hats are incredibly trendy.

In addition, since there were quite a few people wearing wigs at social gatherings, the issue of shaving one's head was surprisingly passed over coolly.

But can something like this be passed over coolly?

uh?

There's no blood?

Something like this.

“Alfred.”

"yes."

Anyway, as agreed, Alfred always used polite language in front of others, that is, the patients.

He's a really good senior.

Give me money, put in a catheter, and treat me with respect…

“Turn it on.”

“Yes? No explanation yet.”

“I’m going to do it.”

“No, then.”

“Can’t you hear what I’m saying?”

“Yes, yes yes.”

So Gas Master Alfred started turning the gas valve.

It was only then that the congressman realized something was wrong, but it was already too late.

“Hmm.”

You can tell just by looking at him that his consciousness is fading.

I continued my explanation in the congressman's ear in as polite and friendly a tone as possible.

“In the case of craniotomy, there is about a 30% chance that the patient will die or become disabled. In addition, in cases like this one, since prior tests such as CT scans were not performed, there may be nothing found when the procedure is actually performed, which may not help improve symptoms.”

I spoke quickly because I had to convey all the information compactly before I lost consciousness.

When I took my mouth off his ear, his eyes were already closed.

For some reason, tears were flowing out between my closed eyes… … .

'I don't think I'll understand.'

You probably don't even know what a craniotomy is.

Spacing is important in more ways than just Hangul.

In fact, if you speak English in a straight line, you won't understand it at all.

There are a lot of people who think of something as a password if you just remove the accent.

'Anyway, I did it.'

Does that mean I didn't explain?

That's not it.

I looked at Liston with my pride restored.

Liston looked at me with a somewhat displeased expression, then picked up a pair of scissors and started cutting my head.