Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 264

Episode 264: Rather than poisoning [2]

Typhoid Mary.

That wasn't his real name… … .

Her real name is Mary Mallon.

I'm Irish-American and… …the times are not right.

'Isn't it almost like a 100 year difference?'

I don't remember the details, but at that time, mankind was already, surprisingly, aware of the existence of bacteria.

I wonder what on earth happened in the 19th century to make it develop to that extent… … .

Anyway, even though it was a time when the concept of a carrier did not exist, we were able to identify Typhoid Mary because we knew about the existence of bacteria.

'Just because it was 100 years ago doesn't mean there weren't any typhoid carriers.'

Typhoid fever is… … .

It is a disease with a long history.

It must have been at least thousands of years old.

This disease, also called Yeombyeong in Korean, is extremely painful if you get it.

'I really need to check if that's true.'

The conversation continued even as I took a moment to gather my thoughts.

I'm not sure if it was worth listening to.

No, I don't think so.

If you can doubt something like this at this point, then you are not human.

First of all, wouldn't it be absurd for the chief to feel that something was strange?

“Hmm… … . No matter how many times I hear it, there’s still no suspicion of a crime… … . But this guy’s intuition is just… … .”

Ah… … . Touch.

This may be a fairly unscientific statement, but I am a person who believes that intuition is real.

It's not just about disease.

There are times when you just see someone for the first time and you feel something is off.

Is it for nothing that I feel that way?

Could it be something genetically imprinted in our bodies?

That's why people who are exceptionally strong become good people.

“I don’t think the chief is saying that for no reason.”

“Ahh… … . Thank you. Your support gives me strength.”

I wholeheartedly supported the president.

But the eyes of Liston, who was standing next to him, and the detectives guarding the area were strange.

Something… … seems to think I’m flattering you.

It's unfair.

So I decided to go into further explanation.

“As a protagonist of the Paris cholera outbreak, let me say something.”

“Are you finally admitting it? That you were the one who caused it?”

“No, no. That’s not it. I’m telling you that you’re the one who solved it.”

“I’m not saying anything. Don’t you think that peace will come to Europe if those Baguettes die out? Think about it carefully. The Hundred Years’ War, Napoleon, the Revolution… Has there ever been a good thing about the Baguettes?”

“I admit, I need to tone it down a bit. But this time, it’s not me.”

“Yeah, yeah. I guess that would help my reputation as a doctor. Haha.”

I feel wronged again.

How on earth did I cause cholera?

But since I'm not stupid enough to put effort into something that can't be explained anyway, I decided to just focus on what I wanted to say.

To be honest, even if I really did kill a few people… … .

At least in England, no one will say anything, right?

If you gave me a compliment, I would have given it to you.

“Now, cholera is a disease that spreads through water. There are still people who deny it, but it really is. But when you look at these victims… … .”

I pointed to the map the chief had placed on the desk.

There were three houses marked on the map, each in a different location.

It was quite isolated, except that it was in an area where the wealthy lived, that's what I meant.

“Don’t you think we drank the same water?”

“Yeah. Yeah. It’s strange. What you were talking about earlier… … what is it, yeah? Serial killings? That seems possible.”

“The culprit is… … .”

“Shh. Keep quiet and listen. Surely you won’t say you’ve never heard of the commoner’s reputation.”

“Ah, ahh.”

The detective who had intervened in the middle turned pale for some reason and stepped back.

Not only that, the two detectives on either side had also become paler than before.

I guess I have a rough idea why he does that.

– Opium drinkers, plague bringers in Paris, shit-eaters, pancreas-robbers, heart-robbers, urine-drinkers… … laymen.

Have you ever seen someone screaming so loudly and running away from you that you had to stop them to ask them why?

Then, he started talking nonsense like this, and the people who were listening from the side were all nodding their heads…

“Then it would be right to think of another possibility. Not water, but something else… … Isn’t there something common to all three families?”

“Are you talking about the chef I mentioned earlier?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“But the chef… … I also looked at the information. He doesn’t really seem like the culprit.”

okay.

It's a bit odd to call him the culprit.

Because you probably don't know either.

No, maybe deep down you think it's strange.

Isn't there a saying like that in WoW too?

A famous saying that if every party you go to is a hell party more than three times, it's time to look back on yourself.

Well… I guess in the 19th century, there was no WoW yet, so they probably didn't learn that much.

“The perpetrator may not be aware of it.”

“An unwitting criminal… …?”

“It’s not that they’re intentionally killing them, but they might be unknowingly putting poison in their own cooking.”

“Does that… make sense?”

“Doesn’t all good intentions necessarily lead to good results? In fact, there is a saying that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.”

“That sounds nice, but… … .”

If you think about it, 19th century medicine was exactly like that.

I came here injured, and they poured boiling oil on me, applied rusty copper, and made me rot… … .

Are you saying that you're really trying to save people?

But Sana?

Don't die.

'But this won't work.'

If only the director was lukewarm, then I don't know.

It's okay to just get over it, but Liston shouldn't be like that.

'Lord, are you going to Meta?'

No, it's not.

They say it's not a touch.

Come to think of it, I've been using the reception meta too much recently.

That doesn't mean there is no way.

“In Joseon.”

There is a Joseon meta… … .

I myself wonder, does this make any sense?

But what can I do?

How can you come up with the concept of a carrier in an era when the existence of bacteria was not even known?

If it doesn't work out, we should at least sell Joseon.

Fortunately, I have sold a lot so far, and my notoriety and fame are no joke, so everyone was focused on me.

It's not that I don't know, but I have to keep quiet because I'm afraid of being cursed.

“There was an incident where people would die whenever a banquet was held at a kind-hearted rich house. It wasn’t just one rich house, but rather it would rotate between several rich houses… … The person in charge of cooking would overlap.”

“Oh, my. It’s exactly the same as us.”

“Yes, yes. By chance… … I think it may be that the Lord has prepared this incident for me.”

“Hahaha, that could be true.”

The Lord will sell it too.

Let's sell everything we can.

Isn't it something that can't be helped if you want to save people?

If it's your first time, you might feel a little uneasy… … .

If you think about it, I… … .

I actually fed it poop and urine and everything.

Compared to that, joking is nothing.

“Anyway, at that time in Joseon, there was no one as brilliant as the chief… … As many as ten households were sacrificed. Finally, the one who was finally caught was a cook… … I still don’t know why, but when people ate the food that the cook cooked, they got sick and died.”

“Oh! I see! Bring the cook here right now.”

"I……."

“Oh my! Aren’t you afraid of the curse of the common people?”

“That’s not it.”

He's not called the Kura Master for nothing.

It worked again.

First of all, the prologue has passed.

I saw Liston trying to get up too, so I fell over.

Malin was one of the detectives.

To be more specific, he was the person who said that he investigated the situation because the chef was acting strange earlier.

'Isn't this guy weird?'

You said that I was weird.

Should I really just curse you?

“The cook is at the congressman’s house right now.”

“Huh… …? Who? How did a cook who was in a house where people were dying end up in the doctor’s office?”

“There are rumors that his skills are incredibly good… … .”

“Who is it? A congressman?”

“Paul Capel… … Congressman.”

“Paul Capel? He’s at the Count’s?”

“Yes. It’s unreasonable to bring in a cook without a good reason.”

Paul Capel… … .

It's a name I've heard before.

Now, I too am not just another commoner living an ordinary life.

He is a celebrity who runs a hospital in Kensington and even gets invited to the Duke's party when he gets bored.

As such, there are quite a few people I have come to know through various channels, and one of them is Count Paul Capel.

'That gentleman… didn't he come to the meeting where the war with the Qing was taking place?'

'Yes, that's right. He's the one who opposed my actions, brother.'

'Then should I just let him die?'

'No… … . This isn't even certain.'

'Oh, that's true. But it's already been two months, so why don't we wait a month and find out?'

'Ah… … No, three months might be a coincidence. Anyway… … He's a tall man. That detective is right.'

In the first place, isn't the fact that he's plotting a coup against the British Empire with Sir Jamie itself proof that he's a big shot?

What would happen if you went to that person's house and asked them to arrest the cook?

It will be difficult in many ways.

Although the Earl of Nari is a high-ranking person, he is by no means of comparison with the heads of less than twenty earldoms in all of England.

“Then what should we do?”

“If you’re someone who commutes, I’ll catch you in the evening.”

of course…….

The 19th century police were more of a gangster than a police force.

This is the solution suggested by the detective who opposed the chief's words.

“Good.”

“I will go too.”

“Hey, what about you?”

“I should go too.”

There is no disagreement that it is a good idea.

Do you know how many kidnappings occur every day on the streets of London?

Dozens of cases easily occur.

Even if you only count the reported ones, that's true.

That means… … .

Even our count would say, "Ah, he's gone," if one of his chefs disappeared.

“The sun has set… … .”

So we moved on foot without a carriage and camped in an alley near the Count's house.

If you think about it, Nana Liston is someone who is earning enough money, and even though they are officially finished with their work, I wonder if it is okay for these police officers to rest like this.

“It’s delicious.”

“Are you really not going to eat it?”

While I'm at it, I steal a green dessert from somewhere and eat it.

“No, I… … .”

“Me too. But didn’t you see someone die from arsenic before?”

“Isn’t it dangerous to wear it as a dress? With wallpaper? Is it okay to eat it?”

He was saying some absurd things.

at that time.

“Hey, isn’t that the guy?”

A handsome man was seen coming out of the count's house.

Everyone's eyes turned to the detective who had been investigating, and the detective who had just put the arsenic dessert in his mouth nodded.

Kidnapping… … No, the investigation has begun.