Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 258

Episode 258 The door is open [1]

Crunch, rustle.

Liston was getting his hair cut.

Oh, not the head, but the hair.

If you use someone else as the subject, it won't be confusing, but since it's a liston, it seems like it might be confusing.

Aren't you the kind of person who can cut hair in an instant, whether it's a rustling or a stubble?

As someone who can do that, his hair cutting skills were no joke.

'Wow… … It's crazy no matter when I see it.'

The hands are really good.

If I had been born in the 21st century… …I would have probably gone down in history.

Well, I don't think it will go down in history just because it was in the 19th century.

Originally, he would have remained as the Master of Cutting or the Sword Master, but now he has met me.

"and……."

“It’s really amazing.”

Oh, our medical staff wasn't the only ones in this operating room.

If you say it's natural, I get a little sad, but that's because I still lack the concept of miasma.

The attendant came in with a confident look on his face, and Jamie Sir, who introduced me, also came in with a look of responsibility on his face.

What's strange is the police and the reporters…

It's a bit awkward to ask you to leave now.

In fact, when Jamie Kyung had surgery, you called the reporters and asked them to watch it, right?

If you tell me to leave now, Jamie Sir will think it's really strange since they are reporters.

Anyway, the congressman's head was shaved with such great swordsmanship that even an outsider would find it mysterious.

“Okay, Joseph.”

"yes!"

It is said to be shaving one's head, but in reality it is begging.

That means, I have become bald.

Actually, isn't it quite enjoyable to touch the bald head with your bare hands?

Plus, Joseph is crazy about disinfecting, so he ran over like a dog and started cleaning according to his routine.

I didn't know much about Joseph's routine until recently, but I only learned about it after I started watching it closely when he came out separately as the center.

Swish swish.

First, apply iodine to areas that do not have wounds.

The reason I used the expression 'Barun' was because I wrote it so darkly that it actually dyed my hair.

In the past, there were strange rumors about this medicine, such as it was a potion developed by a commoner to turn white people into Asians… … .

Even if it is dyed, it was discovered that the color gradually fades and returns to the original skin color as the dead skin cells fall off, clearing the false accusation.

In the meantime, I had used it on some patients, so its disinfecting effect was naturally proven.

Swish swish.

Next is phenol.

The order was like this because the iodine that had been dyed was wiped off to some extent after post-treatment with phenol, and in a way, it was quite natural.

why?

Phenol is a bleaching agent.

This is an object used to erase something.

So iodine is not erased either.

You may think that the disinfecting effect is somewhat reduced, but in fact, the effect of iodine ends when it is applied and dries.

In other words, all the guys there will die.

"phew……."

Since the head has a simple structure and is shaved smooth, I was able to finish disinfecting it much faster and more accurately than usual.

Even without having to look at the surgical site, I could tell that it was done right just by looking at Joseph's pleased face.

Still, I did see the area.

Okay, this is it.

Now you can put the knife in.

"good."

Meanwhile, Liston and I washed our hands, put on gloves, and washed them again.

I also wore a mask and a hat.

I'm greedy, but I want to wear a gown too… … .

-A gown? Are you sure that's cleaner than the clothes we're wearing now?

I gave up because of Liston's sharp remark.

When I think about it, that's really true.

Isn't it safe to say that, aside from our group, there isn't a single person who has any concept of disinfection or miasma?

But it would be a waste of Joseph's medical talent to leave things like disinfecting gowns to him.

Even though he is only an assistant now, he will become a great surgeon someday.

So we made incisions in the patient's scalp, just barely covering the areas that would touch the patient's body and the areas most likely to secrete the most secretions.

Ji-i-ik.

Then blood started flowing out.

I forgot because it's been so long, but the scalp is a place where blood circulation is really active.

If you just scratch your scalp, blood will flow out as if your head had burst.

When performing surgery, a local anesthetic mixed with lidocaine and epinephrine is injected first.

As if that wasn't enough, they use a clip or something to hold the scalp in place to stop the bleeding…

Is there such a thing now?

Neither.

Even if I eat and sleep, there's nothing left.

“Wipe it!”

"yes yes!"

That doesn't mean you can't do something.

Rather than a 21st century resident, I guess… … .

In many ways, 19th century slaves were much more hard-working.

Colin is too noble to be called a slave, and Joseph is my friend, but anyway.

Thanks to the guys who quickly wiped me with gauze, I was soon able to cut open my scalp and spread it left and right.

Then a white skull appeared, and Liston whispered to me.

'This patient is clean here?'

The body was broken here, which meant the patient was fine.

In other words, I was saying that it would be a 'fail'.

'It's only going to look like this.'

'or not?'

'I should just let it slide. There's going to be a lot of blood anyway.'

'Ah… … This… … is being lied to as dead blood?'

'Why… … do you feel guilty?'

'No, I thought it was genius.'

He is a gentleman who surprisingly has a timid side.

This happens mostly in front of members of parliament or nobles… … .

Anyway, I reassured Liston, who was a typical strong-willed, weak-willed man, with three inches of tongue before I left.

As he handed the scalpel to Liston.

Liston looked back and forth between the scalpel handle and the patient's skull, then nodded.

Gulp.

Even people who don't know anything.

So, the atmosphere was so serious that even people who had absolutely no idea what was going to happen from now on could feel something.

I thought that this must be the atmosphere that a martial arts master would have when he ascends to the throne.

Bam.

In that silence, Liston struck the congressman's head with the handle of the scalpel.

“Oh.”

He's not called a cutting master for nothing.

Each press necessarily creates a small hole.

What was surprising was that no debris flew around.

Drilling creates small fragments, but Liston didn't have any of that.

-In the old days, people and surgery were really done with sincerity.

I say this too, but… … .

I heard that until the early 21st century, people used needles instead of drills when performing head or ear surgeries.

I used to dismiss all the stories the professors told as if they were legends as jokes, but seeing Liston do it makes me think they weren't all jokes.

Bam.

Anyway, Liston spun around and hit his head with the handle.

Boom.

As a result, the round skull bone fell off like a lid.

And at that moment, Liston and I opened our eyes wide and looked at the spot hidden under the bone.

'please!'

'Lord!'

It was with a prayerful heart.

Until just now, I honestly thought it was almost certain.

It must hurt because there's blood…

You said you hit your head and it started hurting more and more since then?

That's what I thought, but when I actually opened my head, I felt a bit… … uneasy.

If you think about it, you shouldn't open your stomach and then close it, but somehow my head felt different, so I did that.

"hallelujah!"

Luckily, it was there.

“What… … ?”

“Open your head and say what… …?”

The reporters started chattering at my shouting, but that was okay.

“Is that a bug inside?”

“Hallelujah when you see that… …?”

“Did Tiepyeong put that in… …?”

“How do you put something like that in?”

“Corona… … .”

"ah."

The gossip was starting to take a strange turn, but that was okay.

“Right?”

“There it is!”

I was too happy with the situation at the time to worry about such trivial things.

'Am I really a genius?'

In a time when there were no X-rays, let alone CTs, they diagnosed SDH (Subdural Hemorrhage).

Wow… … I really can’t go anywhere and brag about this… … .

I really want to make a fuss about this.

uh?

“Bring me the suction!”

Despite my concerns, Liston was already doing what he had to do.

Colin followed his instructions and took out the suction jar he had been saving like a new stock.

Actually, it didn't have to be that clean, but I boiled it once because Joseph was being so annoying.

That's why the glass container is so smooth.

There's a black bug over there soon…

No, no.

I'm getting confused because they keep saying bug, bug, bug from behind.

Dead blood will accumulate.

Bam.

Liston inserted a rubber hose attached to one side of the suction unit into his head.

Then, as if it were a given, he simply bit the rubber hose connected to the other end.

-Why are you so weak?

If you look at it from the perspective of time, it doesn't make sense for Liston to be bitten.

Colin or Joseph should do it… … .

It seemed like it would require a tremendous amount of strength to inhale this once through the complex.

Of course, the kids were like that, but I was also forced to inhale it, so I had no choice.

however…….

Jooaap.

That guy seems like a monster.

If you think about it, it probably wouldn't be easy to just suck the blood out of that thing…

Just do that.

“Oh.”

“Ugh… … .”

“What is that… … .”

Accordingly, black clumps of blood were being pushed into the suction unit one after another.

The quantity wasn't small either.

It seemed like the congressman had been drinking quite a bit and was passed out.

What… … They say that foreigners don’t eat until they’re drunk, but I wish all those people who make such a fuss would come and see it for once.

These guys add more.

It can't be helped because these guys don't just drink alcohol.

'To hemp… … to laughing gas… … and even opium.'

Once I throw a party, I really think I'm crazy.

Well, if it were a party held for the purpose of socializing among upper class people or for some event, it would be a bit different… … .

The parties that are really meant to be fun are crazy.

If you weren't just drunk, you wouldn't have noticed that your head was in this state.

“Let me see it once.”

“Yes. Um… … It’s clean. Fortunately… … There doesn’t seem to be any new blood, right, Joseph?”

"yes."

After Liston inhaled, his mind was clear.

It was the same even when Joseph pushed in a gaslight.

There wasn't even any new blood flowing out like I said.

It had been several days since the injury, so the venous bleeding would have stopped by now.

Actually, if this continues, bleeding may occur again… … .

'What can I do, Lord!'

I had no choice but to go to the prayer meta.

Well, since you're a member of the National Assembly, wouldn't you be trustworthy?

Surely the Lord would not take the Lamb away like this.

Yes, if something goes wrong, it's not me, it's this person's fault for lack of faith.

As I thought about it, my mind suddenly became more at ease and my back, which had been slightly bent, seemed to straighten out.

So I closed the skull cap that I had removed earlier and also closed the scalp.

The bones were cut so cleanly that they fit together so well that you could hear a clicking sound.