Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 26

Episode 26: The God of Anatomy [1]

Class is over.

'Ah, today was so frustrating.'

As usual, there wasn't much to take away from the class.

Since most of them came without proper knowledge and talked nonsense, it was actually annoying to listen to them.

Does that mean you can block your ears?

That couldn't be happening.

-Keep this in mind. We're going to test it.

Robert Liston.

The giant doctor said he would even take the test.

Shit… … .

I have to memorize this nonsense.

I don't know if it was because I knew too well in my head that this wasn't it, or if it was my doctor's ego automatically filtering it out, but it was so hard.

“P. So, starting today, you’re going back to the dissection?”

It was Alfred who took my worries away.

Even though he is a lacking senior, isn't he still kind?

He spoke to me while holding a pair of gloves he had received from the factory yesterday.

The face was already turned towards the dissection room.

Anyway, he was enthusiastic.

'Stupid and honest guys cause the most accidents… … .'

In this day and age, there are only people like this, so there's nothing we can do.

The stupid part was something I had to take care of.

'Can you do it?'

At first, I had these concerns too.

As I entered the dissection lab, my worries disappeared and excitement took over.

What a thrill it is to see rotting corpses and flies and maggots wandering around everywhere.

It's beyond just weird, it even seems a bit perverted… … .

'I guess I'm just a hopeless surgeon.'

It's been a while since I thought about holding a knife, and it's really…

Haha.

“Oh… … A new corpse has arrived!”

Then Joseph shouted with an excited face.

The fact that a body was brought in means that someone died… … but I wondered if it was something a medical student should be so happy about.

In this era, it was something that could not be helped.

I guess there's no formalin yet?

Even if it existed, it wasn't something that could be used right away.

If you say you can just pour it… … you'll be suspicious.

It was something I had to consider later, after I had achieved fame.

“Here it is. Thank you for your hard work.”

“Yes, yes. Thank you.”

Anyway, the supplier took the money the professor gave him and disappeared.

I don't know if it was because I heard that some of the money given was going to the donor's family, but I didn't feel as uncomfortable as before.

“There are three of you here.”

Professor Robert Liston nodded, looked around the room, noticed my face, and opened his mouth.

“I finally made up my mind. I was thinking of cutting it if it kept falling out.”

Then he said something ominous.

Cut it.

This human.

I may be the hope of this era.

If you cut me, you'll end up killing many people without even knowing it.

“Yes, thank you. Oh, and this… … is a gift.”

Of course, it was not something I could say carelessly in this face-to-face situation.

Do you not think with your head but just instinctively move your tongue?

It was partly because I had trained at a university hospital, but anyway, I found myself flattering very naturally.

“What is this?”

“These are gloves.”

“Gloves… …? Winter is still far away. And it’s not the right time.”

Robert Liston was a man of many words.

On that subject, my body was honest, so I accepted the gloves for now.

child.

“I made it so you can use it during dissection.”

Before receiving it, I checked the size by eye.

It was possible because it couldn't be made precisely anyway.

There's no need to wear it so tight since I'm not going to have surgery.

“When to dissect?”

“Yes. Isn’t it a bit uncomfortable? Getting miasma on your hands… … In some ways, it could be dangerous.”

Anyway, my tongue was spinning like a motor.

That happened even though I didn't prepare a script.

It must have been because he was desperate.

Anyone who stood before Robert Liston would have to do the same.

“Hmm… … I guess that’s what you meant. But wouldn’t it be a hassle to wash this when it gets wet?”

“It doesn’t get wet. It’s waterproof.”

“Hoo.”

Fortunately, Dr. Robert Liston seemed to like the item very much, tilted his head, and put it on his hand right away.

It was only natural.

Would there really be anyone who would touch a corpse with their bare hands just because they like it?

That couldn't be the case.

“Okay, then… … um. Let’s divide it up like this.”

Dr. Robert Liston is a man who is as determined to save lives as he is to give back what he has received.

Just as I had been treated well based on the money I received from the old man, the treatment of the gloves was also certain.

“The house is… … .”

“Let me give it a try.”

There were a total of five people who were divided into our team.

Me, Joseph, Alfred, Colin, and Colin's nameless henchman.

Colin was already fiddling with his knife, probably convinced that either he or Alfred would be the one performing the surgery.

If you think about it from his perspective, it makes sense.

I bet you worked hard.

'Idiot… … '

What good is it if you work hard in the wrong direction?

“Okay, then this time, you do it.”

Anyway, the doctor gave me a knife.

Colin looked surprised, but didn't dare to voice his dissenting opinion.

It was a natural thing.

If you do that, you'll be left behind.

“Thank you, professor.”

Anyway, I naturally ended up holding a knife.

Then I looked down.

He must be at most thirty years old?

No, it could have been younger than that.

Because people in the 19th century, exposed to direct sunlight and in a chaotic environment, age much faster than people in the 21st century.

“No… …Why are you doing this? Aren’t you feeling bad, Senior?”

As I was looking down, Colin started complaining.

Even though the doctor had left the room, he was still in the dissection lab, so he spoke in a whisper, but his voice was loud enough for our team to hear.

Among them, Alfred, who had his pride scratched by Colin's, heard everything exactly.

“Yeah, not really.”

But the reaction was completely different from what Colin expected.

"yes……?"

“I don’t know about you, but… … Pyeong-i is a genius. He’s a noble of Joseon.”

“No… … Even so, it’s just a monkey… … .”

“Don’t talk nonsense. You are a lifesaver to me.”

It wasn't just a lukewarm reaction, it was downright aggressive.

I knew we'd be hanging out together, but Colin must have been quite surprised because I was at best just a monkey from Joseon.

'Look at that, over there, the hand is floating.'

But what should I do… … .

Nothing really worth shaking about has happened yet.

'Behold my power.'

Where should I start?

Where should I start… … Will these kids be surprised?

'My original major was shipbuilding, but… … .'

It would not be an exaggeration to say that the ship was a completely unknown world to them.

I only knew what organs were inside, but I had no idea where the blood vessels went or how the nerves were distributed.

In fact, I didn't know anything about the organs, and if I delved deeper, I didn't know what their structure was, what they did, or what they secreted.

It was a time when that was possible.

Because I don't do stomach surgery at all.

They call it surgery when they just cut it open without even disinfecting it, so what will happen if you open up your stomach?

'after.'

I sighed because it was so horrible to even think about.

But it's been only a few months since I came to the 19th century medical school.

I never used to suffer in vain for my rich imagination.

“Then… … shall we start with the arms? I learned a lot there.”

“Oh, okay.”

“No… … What do you know… … !”

“Shut up, you. Are you going to die?”

Anyway, in this era, the only ones with knowledge were the limbs.

Even if I do that, what will happen… … .

I knew what the bones looked like, but I didn't really know much about them once I got deeper inside.

That's understandable. Even though he didn't know what he was doing, he wasn't given much time because of the speed of corruption.

At least London has these… suppliers, but I heard that in other places, even finding a body is like trying to find a needle in a haystack.

Ji-i-ik.

First I put in an incision line.

The exact location is the upper arm.

In medical terms, the area where the Humerus bone is located.

I cut it carefully because if I stab it too deeply, the structure inside could be damaged.

“Why is it so slow? It has to be done quickly!”

Colin was getting annoyed by me like that and started making a fuss.

Well, that makes sense.

Because the anatomy of this era could not distinguish between layers.

In the first place, the surgery is a very straightforward and sharp cut, so how could something like this be taken into consideration?

‘From now on, things have to be different… … .’

It is true that it is not something that can be considered unless anesthesia is applied.

But doesn't that mean doctors don't have to know that it can't happen in reality?

I thought that at the very least, you should know what you are cutting and how you are cutting it.

"ruler……."

First, I made an incision just up to the skin level.

Inside, reddish muscles were visible.

'Looking at it this way… … he really seems like a living person.'

In fact, this was my first time dissecting a corpse that had died so recently.

It felt completely different from a corpse treated with formalin.

Should I say it's more vivid?

Support position.

At the same time, a more plausible dissection was possible.

I put my finger between the skin and the muscle.

This was possible because I was wearing gloves and not bare hands.

Support position.

Flesh and muscle were being torn apart, with a sound of something being ripped apart.

"uh……?"

“How did this happen… How did this happen?”

In medical terms, it was exfoliation.

The dermis, or fascia that covers the subcutaneous fat and muscles under the dermis, is not tightly attached, so it can be peeled off by simply tapping it with a finger.

There was barely any blood.

Because the capillaries are not connected.

Instead, some thicker ones were put in separately, and this could all be confirmed with the naked eye.

Thump thump thump.

Anyway, when I pushed along the incision line with my finger, the muscles were revealed more clearly.

“Uh… … How did you do it?”

This sight must have been quite shocking.

To what extent?

Colin was already speechless, and the guys next to him came too.

Even Dr. Robert Liston was there.

'If it were normal… … I would have made a Joseon joke… … .'

It looks so mysterious that I feel like I'm going to die if I see anything.

So I decided on a route.

'From today, I will become a genius meta… … .'

That's not exactly a lie, is it?

When I was a surgery professor, I heard people call me a genius many times.

Well, these people aren't geniuses to the extent that they can accept it now.

“There was something… … a section where the feeling changed when cutting with a knife… … there were three times.”

“Not once, but three times?”

It was all a lie.

First of all, the gloves are so thick that you can barely feel them.

I said I was doing it by looking at it with my eyes.

But what do you know?

Today is the first time anyone else has worn gloves, and I'm one of only four people wearing them.

“Yes. When you go in this thinly.”

If I were a true genius, I could have just split the epidermis, but unfortunately, I had to split the dermis as well.

“And when you slice it thicker… … .”

Next was subcutaneous fat.

It would probably be obvious even at first glance.

Subcutaneous fat is a yellow lump of fat.

He was young and male, and he had almost no arms, but anyway.

“And the muscles underneath. But the muscles were definitely different, so I stopped. I tried pulling up, and there were white threads like this, so I pushed them with my finger. And it looked like this… … .”

"her!"

Dr. Liston's mouth fell open at my nonsense.

remain?

The rest is just shutting up.