Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 267

Episode 267: Rather than poisoning [5]

“I… … Then what happens… … ?”

The cook looked very intimidated.

No, rather than saying he looked intimidated, it would be more accurate to say he looked sad.

When the first few people got sick, they were still full of energy.

This is not it.

I said it was because it was so dirty here… … .

After confirming that 20 out of 22 people were sick and that the pattern of their illness was identical to that of the people in the household where he worked, it remained that way all along.

“He should be sentenced to death.”

I'm not the one who brought it up now.

It's not Liston… …it's the chief.

"excuse me."

It needs to be dried.

Well… it's true that people died because of that guy.

Even people who were said to be strong on the London floor were killed indiscriminately.

The last place I worked was at the Baekjakga, and if something had gone wrong there, I would have been in real trouble.

We are preparing for war right now, and the key personnel are… … .

“Why? How many people has this human killed?”

Since it was before the saying that all people were equal, the fact that an unimportant person killed a more important person could be grounds for an increased punishment.

but…….

“You didn’t do that on purpose, did you?”

“But dead is dead. And think about the future. If this person continues to wander outside… … what will happen?”

How did it happen?

You just don't have to cook.

In fact, if you just washed your hands after taking a shit, this kind of disaster wouldn't have happened.

Although soap has not yet been mass-produced, its price has dropped to the point where it can be purchased in large quantities to prevent human deaths.

“Why don’t we just stop him from becoming a chef?”

“Who is monitoring that?”

“Where can I not put something?”

“What are you talking about? Even if this person hid his identity, there’s no way to know.”

"ah……."

Well, you don't have a database yet, right?

It's not that kind of time anymore.

That's true… … .

Kill?

You're killing me?

“It’s easier to just kill them.”

This time I'm talking about Liston.

I think you're crazy.

Doctors say that killing people makes them feel better… … .

“If this continues and miasma becomes a trend, it’ll be a big problem. How many people will die… … .”

Oh, what… … .

Of course, there is a cause inside.

Sacrificing a cow for the sake of the family, something like that… … .

During this time, such things happen so easily.

“How about locking him up somewhere? If you don’t think you can manage it.”

“Lock it up?”

“It costs money.”

“No, please! I really won’t cook!”

At my words, the chief, Liston, and even the cook who looked like he was about to die immediately stood up in protest.

To be honest, I was a bit taken aback.

I'm trying to stop you from executing me, but what if you object?

Well… … I don’t really like the idea of locking up carriers either.

but…….

'Typhoid Mary… … .'

Isn't there a precedent?

No, it's something that hasn't happened yet in history, so should we call it a prophecy?

Anyway, that person… … ignored the warning not to cook and got a job as a chef under an alias, causing several more people to die.

That's what happened in New York, but if that happened in 19th century London… … .

-This is plain wrong!

-The common people are in league with witches!

I don't think it's going to happen now… … .

Since we are a nation of hooligans, I don't think it will converge to 0%.

I'm anxious, I'm very anxious.

“I’m suggesting that we isolate them in a less populated place, not a prison. If we let everyone know about the danger, they won’t let us do things like cook.”

“Haha… … . Will that work? I’ll probably get beaten to death if I hear about Miasma. Rather than going through such pain, it would be better to just hang me here. Or send me to a place with arsenic or something.”

“Why don’t you send him somewhere where he won’t be beaten to death?”

“Where would you go where they wouldn’t beat to death someone who tries to move miasma?”

well.

Where could it be?

Actually, the place that came to mind just now was our house in Upton.

I was thinking that instead of the brewing process, why don't you just ask them to carry bottles of liquor?

My dad wasn't that strong to begin with, and I heard that he got a hernia as he got older, so there's no one to move him these days.

‘No, no… … If I move it for no reason… … .’

You could call me a hypocrite… … .

Isn't my 19th century concept a bit shaky anyway?

Sending it to my house is a bit weird.

But if you think about sending it somewhere else, it definitely seems like it would be a disaster.

Do we British people take risks?

It's strange.

Kill him right away.

“See, you too haha.”

No, no!

There are some great people here too.

In addition, there are people who live almost in confinement.

“The monastery… … how is it?”

“A monastery? Ah… … um. A monastery?”

“Yes. The monastery. I don’t think they’ll kill you if you explain the whole story there.”

“I won’t kill you… … for sure. Hmm… … even if you try to run away, it won’t be possible.”

“That’s why.”

“By the way, there is a place I know.”

My eyes, the chief's, and Liston's eyes were fixed on the cook.

The cook still had a sad look on his face.

Even if you are a single person and don't have any major problems going anywhere… … .

If you were told that you have to go to a monastery when your faith doesn't seem that great, you would naturally want to cry.

but…….

“If I stay here, I’ll die, right?”

“Oh, definitely.”

“What is the charge…? What is it?”

“I’ll just stick something on him. Isn’t that murder? I’ll kill him with my authority.”

"ah……."

It was the chief, not anyone else, who declared that he would kill him.

If this were 21st century South Korea, this would have been posted on social media and caused a stir, but this is 19th century London.

If you say you're going to kill me, I'll kill you.

problem?

Could something like that happen?

Didn't the Count go back and say that that bastard had to be killed?

“I will go… … .”

So the cook went to the monastery.

If there is one problem,

“You go with me and explain. I think you know the most about this issue. Since Jesus often receives messages from me, I think it would be a good idea to go to a monastery.”

"that……."

“I know it’s annoying. But don’t you know? The security situation in London is getting worse and worse. It’s hard to get the officers out.”

I know those officers are gambling right now… … .

First of all, doesn't the chief have any particular interest in public safety?

No, I am interested, but I am mainly interested in the security of high-ranking officials.

People in the slums don't care whether they get beaten to death or starve to death.

Can you really say something like that?

I can't do it… … .

"All right."

“I’ll go too. It’ll be dangerous if you go alone.”

“Thank you, brother.”

But the good thing is that I ended up going with Liston.

It's not that there aren't any roadblocks, but bandits are also common on the country roads of 19th century London.

Since monasteries are places that are usually secluded in corners, whether in the past or present, they were located in a completely rural area.

That means the road ahead can be downright dangerous.

Right away.

Of course, neither I nor Liston, the cook, nor the groom liked it, so it was not a path I would take.

So it was almost quiet except for the sound of horse hooves.

The occasional conversation was limited to just Liston and me.

“By the way, this is my first time on a country road like this.”

“That’s right. You… … even more so.”

“I thought Upton was the countryside, but what is this… … .”

“It’s still a small city. Anyway… … .”

Liston glanced at the cook, trailing off.

He had his eyes closed the whole time we left, so it seemed impossible for him to be sleeping.

A sleeping person would not be able to stay still in such a rattling carriage.

“Do you know what kind of monastery you are going to and are sending that person there?”

"yes?"

“As expected, I was just saying that without knowing. There’s a rumor going around on the streets these days, and it’s really unfair.”

“What are the rumors going around?”

“This is vicious. You are a bit vicious, aren’t you? But this time, it feels a bit unfair.”

"no……."

What are you talking about?

Why are you being so evil when you're going to a monastery?

Isn't it a sacred place since there are monks there?

I don't understand English.

With that kind of face, Liston burst out laughing.

“If you go there, you’ll see that there are a lot of strange people there.”

“Strange people?”

Monks may be a bit of a strange bunch.

Otherwise, why would you stay in a remote place and practice?

But hasn't it already been more than 10 years since I became a 19th century person?

I could tell that that was definitely not what he meant.

'no way.'

Am I the only one who thought like that, 'If you leave someone in a monastery, they won't kill them even if they have some kind of problem'?

Wouldn't 19th century guys have done more?

“The place with the most lunatics is a monastery. They say that even sane people go crazy if they go there.”

“No… … Are there only people like that?”

“Oh, no. That’s not true.”

“Yeah, right?”

“There are a lot of tuberculosis patients too.”

“Ah… … This is it.”

When you say consumptive disease, it's probably tuberculosis.

There are many other lung diseases, though… … .

With the medical technology of this time… … .

There is no other lung disease that can make you live a long time, except for tuberculosis.

If it's normal pneumonia, you either get better or die right away.

And tuberculosis… … has a very high probability of spreading the disease to people you live with.

'That's why your face turned pale.'

I glanced at the chef.

I thought I wanted to treat you a little differently.

No matter how I look at it, he doesn't seem like a bad person.

but…….

If you're in London, you're dead.

Even if it's not the death penalty, it will happen.

why?

Too many people besides the chief knew that that man was spreading typhoid fever.

The police will probably kill him.

Even when you think you're doing a good thing.

“But if you behave well there, the abbot will write a letter of recommendation for you to return to your normal life… … .”

“Well, that’s true. What if I don’t die?”

“Don’t say that. That person isn’t sleeping.”

“I know. But I need to know.”

Liston is too protective of the right to know.

I looked at the chef, who seemed to have tears in his eyes, and then quickly turned my head forward.

That's because the groom said he'd arrived.

The roads in London are actually quite bumpy because they are paved with stones, but here, they are dirt roads, so my butt started to hurt so much that I thought it was going to break.

Putting my worries about the cook aside, I was glad to be able to get out of the carriage.

“Whew. I survived.”

“You’re looking overly cheerful after feeling sorry for the chef.”

Liston pointed out exactly that, but I decided to ignore it.

“Well, since we’re here, let’s take a look and see what it’s like.”

“Yeah. I’ve only heard about it, but it’s my first time.”

Doesn't it feel like a nursing home run by a religious foundation?

I went inside with those thoughts in mind.

A monk who looked very nice welcomed us.

For some reason he was holding something like a club, and I think I know why.

'He is a man who beats himself to know the suffering of Jesus.'

I was so moved that I put my hands together in prayer toward him.