Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 262

Episode 262 Blood Pressure [3]

Liston then went out and rode his horse.

Not a carriage, that is.

It rides really well… … .

It wasn't surprising.

Horseback riding is one of the regular subjects offered at medical school.

Liston is a guy who is good at everything with his body, so he even learned it, so… … .

“It’s fast… … .”

“Liston was first. Well… … he had a lot of experience in actual combat.”

“Is this real?”

“I doubt Liston would have started out on the London floor. When his skills were lacking, he traveled around small towns performing surgeries. At that time, I guess… … a lot of people died.”

"ah."

So you're saying I'm deader than when I first saw you?

That means he was practically a killing machine, so it's understandable why he rode so well.

In fact, it would be stranger if you couldn't ride a horse.

“Should we do something while we wait?”

“What should I do?”

“At least give me a card. I got something good.”

“Good… … thing?”

“Didn’t you make some friends when you went to Paris before? Do you remember the Hashish Club among them?”

"ah."

No matter how good a horseman you are, it is absolutely impossible to get back and forth in an instant because London is so vast.

It was even more so because it was not only wide but also winding and crowded.

Time flies, that's what I mean, and while I was thinking of chatting, Blundell took out a box with a sinister smile.

This gentleman also received a share of the blood transfusion business and other business, so he must have made quite a bit of money now.

As you can see, the box was quite luxurious, and the contents inside also looked extraordinary.

No… … It wasn’t just something that looked like that, it was something unusual.

“Hashish… … Yes?”

“Yeah. I like this. It’s so relaxing.”

Relaxation… …will happen.

Not all drugs make you feel aroused and excited.

It's hard to make a clear distinction, but philopon and cocaine are stimulant-type drugs, while marijuana is a tranquilizer-type drug.

“That’s why I keep thinking about it.”

Oh, and marijuana isn't addictive, so what?

It works.

This has a slightly different meaning, but look at Blundell.

Your expression has already disappeared.

Since hashish is more potent than regular marijuana, I guess that's bound to happen…

If you go later, won't they all be strictly regulated as drugs?

Nowadays, it is considered a type of non-problematic, or rather, good, food, like cigarettes.

“No, but. Professor. Brother.”

“Huh? Why?”

Blundell had already taken out the hashish and was cutting off the tip with his knife.

As soon as they saw that, my little assistants started moving like machines and started bringing the fire.

I was wondering where and how he had started the fire, and then I saw Joseph avoiding my eyes and striking a match with his foot.

It's Baekrin.

Those crazy guys… … .

uh?

From lead paint to hashish and white phosphorus matches!

“Won’t you get dizzy if you do this?”

“Really? It just makes me feel better.”

“So… … If you feel better for no reason… … We’re planning on measuring your blood pressure from now on, do you think that will work?”

“Ah, ah. Haha. What did I say again?”

I tried to persuade him, trying to suppress my confused feelings.

Expectations were half and half.

If it were before, I would have just given up, but I think it has blossomed a lot now.

I won't live as a 19th century person forever.

So when I said that, Blundell continued with a smile that seemed to suggest otherwise.

“Blood pressure, that’s really meaningless except to satisfy curiosity. Of course, theoretically… … it would make sense.”

“No… … I don’t think it’s possible that blood pressure going up and down would be meaningless?”

“Hahahaha! You just met the Lord and now you’re talking nonsense.”

Isn't it the strangest thing to say that you met the Lord?

While thinking about that, I kept quiet, thinking about the jokes that have been made so far and will continue to be made from now on.

Then Blundell continued speaking, this time with a hearty smile.

“How did the Lord create our bodies?”

“Hmm… … ?”

“Humans are creatures of adaptation. When blood pressure changes, it means that the situation changes and it changes accordingly. It’s natural.”

"no……."

“Anyway, I’m not really interested. What about you?”

Blundell's words left me speechless.

This is… … There is something strange about the 19th century scientific common sense… … .

So, since some things are right and some are wrong, it was difficult to say anything.

At the same time, everyone except me, that is, my disciples, were looking at Hashishi and me alternately.

The body was honest, so Joseph and Alfred were already picking up the hashish.

That's why it's a drug.

“Excuse me, I’m curious about blood pressure.”

The only brave one who overcame that temptation was… Colin.

You are really amazing.

He's a great guy!

As I was patting his shoulder in surprise, Liston came in with two people just as he had boasted earlier.

“Eight, shit. What is that smell?”

I was frowning at the smell of marijuana coming from the room next door.

It was enough to make me want to curse.

It was a strong smell, whether it was the smell of burning grass or something.

I really hate smoking, but I think the smell of cigarettes is better than this.

“Eek.”

“Please, spare my life.”

It was a situation where I could have easily cursed, but from the perspective of the person who was caught, it must have been just scary.

I gave them both a gentle smile to reassure them, then asked Liston.

“Why are there two?”

“Ha, are you only going to save one?”

“I have a sick old mother!”

Some strange words came in from time to time, but I ignored them for now.

That's because Liston's words were important.

“Oh, one is a tanner and the other is a blacksmith.”

“Aha. Okay. Okay. Okay.”

Come to think of it, we probably need two.

It's Liston, after all.

I nodded and looked back at them both.

Somehow, I feel like he's more scared than before.

The reason is… … .

'fu*k… … .'

I think so.

It's because of me, you know.

There must be a lot of rumors surrounding me.

Of course, the most famous and meaningful nickname among them is Pyeongshin.

It may sound like a curse, but it actually means a lot of good things.

It is also used like that.

However, unlike the aristocrats and the wealthy, among the common people and the slums, slightly different rumors were spread much more widely.

'What the heck is a heart stealer?'

Things like Qing gangsters and sorcerers are now a thing of the past.

The rumor that he was an arsenic murderer also spread.

The hottest thing is the heart.

I guess the fact that blood was drawn from a human heart that day, in the future Trafalgar Square, was shocking in many ways.

Wouldn't this scene look horrible to someone who doesn't know?

Since I am a very understanding person, I was able to understand.

But at the same time, I felt wronged.

'Did the person die because of that? He lived. There was a person I killed… … So there is one.'

Coming here and saying, 'I just saved them all'… … .

As a doctor, it is a shame that I cannot say the obvious.

Anyway, I spoke to them both with my usual kind smile.

“The reason I brought you two here is because I want to create something.”

“What, an object?”

“Oh, what is it?”

Although the two still stuttered at the word "object," they turned their heads toward me, as if their fear had subsided a lot.

At the same time, I found myself frowning at the foul breath coming from a mouth that had never brushed its teeth in its entirety.

“Eek.”

“Please save me.”

Someday… … .

I guess I should brush my teeth too.

I'm lucky because I've been brushing my teeth in various ways, but in reality, it's not just these two, but everyone here doesn't really care about brushing their teeth, right?

It's just a toothbrush, but I don't know if there's toothpaste.

I don't think so, no matter how much I think about it.

“No, no. Just make the real thing. I’ll pay you.”

“Huh? Really?”

“That’s right. You’ve been fooled. Have you ever heard that I swindled you out of money?”

“Ha, come to think of it… … Even if you take my life. No, that’s not right!”

I've never taken anyone's life, but isn't that not important now?

More importantly, I was asking these two to make something that, frankly, I didn't even know how to make.

It took quite some time.

One hour, two hours.

This is the time that Blundell, drunk on hashish, stumbles home.

“Do you understand?”

“I understand!”

“Yes, me too.”

“What are you making?”

“Please kill me.”

“I don’t understand!”

No matter how much I tried to explain, I just realized that it was useless.

It was only natural.

I don't know either!

I don't know what the final form of the blood pressure monitor will be, but… … .

How on earth would you know how it was made before?

“Stay still.”

As I was falling into despair, Colin intervened.

It was right after I was talking about something with Liston.

The face was quite vivid… … .

“Can’t we make it like this?”

"how?"

“Like this.”

“Ah… … like this.”

The guy designed… … .

The blood pressure monitor, which was made rather hastily than by design, had a truly complex structure.

Just wrap a leather balloon around your arm, push air into it… …and measure the pressure inside through a mercury tube.

The loss of pressure in an artery is measured by people, not machines.

So, what I mean is, if you feel your pulse and it goes away, then you take your blood pressure.

'I feel like this will keep changing every time I do it… … .'

That's true, but I can't think of any other way right now.

Who on earth created the blood pressure monitor of our time?

Respect to you, geniuses… … .

For now, this seems best.

What… …Improvements, I guess someone will do it.

“Yeah, this sounds good. Can you try this?”

“Ah… … Yes. It’s me.”

The tanner's expression brightened as he only had to make leather balloons.

As expected, the one with the face of someone dying was the blacksmith.

“So what do we want to do with this mercury?”

“You’re asking me to put pressure on you.”

“What is pressure… … .”

While I was making knives, I was asked to make a blood pressure monitor. But the guy who asked for the job didn't give me the blueprint, so I was going to have a hard time.

Any normal person would say that it shouldn't be done, but aren't we normal people?

If you talk about me and Liston, we're practically the most famous duo in London right now.

“I guess I’ll have to get a pressure expert. Let’s work together to make this.”

“Oh, yes. If you do that, I can do something about it.”

That's how things were going.

The horse is caught, but we always give them enough money, so there hasn't been any particular problem.

I heard the gist of it and it seemed plausible, so I just had to wait and see… … .

Is it really the 19th century if we're that relaxed?

That can't be possible.

“It’s been a while.”

The police chief came to see me.

“Oh, how are your legs, mother-in-law?”

“There’s no problem since you cut it. Mirror treatment? There’s no pain after that.”

“Haha, that’s good. If there’s anyone else you need to cut, please let me know.”

“I will definitely do that.”

After sharing some anecdotes that sound a bit strange no matter when you hear them, we got down to the main topic.

“There’s been a suspected poisoning case in London recently. Do you know anything about it?”

It was while looking at me.

Am I… a suspect?