Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 27

Episode 27: The God of Anatomy [2]

“This is truly a talent given by God!”

“Lord, thank you.”

“Haha. What a truly faithful young man!”

“Haha, that’s too kind of you.”

Dr. Robert Liston, who saw through my talent, laughed heartily and turned to God.

He seemed to be a very diligent church goer, but as expected, he seemed to be completely taken in by what I said.

“Maybe it was the Lord who brought you and me together in this place?”

So, I gained courage and cautiously took another step forward.

If he had been born in the Middle Ages, he would have been a person who would have cut off several people's heads with a real sword, not the Liston sword he is holding now.

A natural born knight.

He's a man who would have become a knight even if he had been born a country bumpkin…

What would happen if I made sure that this kind of person was on my side?

'Will no one… … be able to stop us?'

If your strength and my brain were to combine, the synergy would be a hundred times stronger than Lu Bu and Jin Gong!

Dr. Robert Liston opened his mouth, his face looking at me with such eyes that it made me feel slightly guilty.

“It is indeed God’s will.”

I probably would have gotten on my knees if it weren't for the anatomy lab.

It was a face that seemed like it might really be like that.

“Anyway… … Good. If you have the talent to distinguish such things, it will be helpful in surgeries someday.”

“Yes, I will do my best.”

“Yeah. Haha. Come as an assistant for the next surgery.”

“Yes? I still… … ”

“What use is grade to such talent! Come when you tell me to.”

“Uh… … yes.”

Even though it was a face that was absorbed in God, Dr. Robert Liston's face was more conducive to conversion than evangelism.

It was really scary.

Can you say no when someone like that is yelling at you to come?

Even the guy who shouted that he could do it would just nod his head when he actually stood in front of me.

I did the same.

What the hell.

'I'm going to participate in that murder… … is that what you're saying?'

I started to feel worried.

For now, I just want to dissect it.

If someone could make anesthesia, then I would like to do it… … .

No, let's do it once we have a firm grasp on the concept of disinfection.

'Rather than that, can't I die too…?'

If you get cut by that big knife that's full of germs… … .

No one will heal you like I did for Alfred.

If someone comes forward to treat you, wouldn't that just make you die sooner?

I was so scared.

“Let’s try some more.”

“Oh, yes.”

The one who saved me from my distracting thoughts was Professor Robert Liston, who had just thrown me into the distracting thoughts.

It wasn't a particularly humane method.

He just told me to dissect it.

I say it over and over again, but I couldn't help but say it with that face.

It's so scary.

"knife……."

I was planning to do more anyway.

The body is in good condition now, but in just a little while, won't it end up like the body left behind us?

Even I, if I were to dissect a corpse like that, would be confused about what it actually looked like.

Because it had been rotting for a long time, the structure inside had also long since disappeared.

I had to see as much as possible before that happened.

'No. That's not what I'm trying to see.'

Aren't I someone who is so well versed in anatomical structures that I can easily draw them with my eyes closed?

It wasn't just the boat that was like that.

It was the same even with the limbs.

First of all, the term "military school" was not enough in this case.

Even chicken is more than enough for these kids.

Ji-i-ik.

Anyway, I turned the leather around and completely peeled it off.

This alone was much easier than treating a body with formalin.

In addition to preventing decay, doesn't formalin also have a hardening effect?

By comparison, this was completely raw, and for me, a skilled surgeon, it was nothing more than a chore.

“Wow… … .”

“It looks like this.”

“Ugh… … .”

Everyone was amazed at the muscles on his upper arms that were revealed like that.

First of all, since the corpse was a young man, the muscle shape was quite good, and how many people could peel off the layers as perfectly as I could?

Even though they didn't know, it must have been a sight they had never seen before.

'Deltoid (deltoid)… … Pectoralis major (pectoralis major). Hmm… … Going below this are the biceps (biceps).'

me?

It was a sight that seemed very familiar to me.

To what extent was it that the names of the muscles that stood out immediately when you saw them suddenly flashed?

'Behind… … the deltoid is covering it… … . Below it is the triceps, and to the side… … the brachioradialis. Wow… … I’m a genius after all.'

The back was the same.

"and……."

I picked up my sword, leaving behind Joseph and Alfred, who were still admiring me, and Colin and his goons, who were suddenly starting to feel uneasy.

What is not visible because of the deltoid, or deltoid muscle?

I had to cut this off a bit so I could see inside.

So, as I was about to bring the knife, I heard a deep voice.

It was Dr. Robert Liston, and I stood there frozen like a rat caught in a trap.

Because I'm not the kind of person who dares to move my hands any further here.

“Uh… … yes, professor.”

“It’s rare for something to be revealed so cleanly… … How about doing a drawing first? I know an artist, so I’ll contact him right away.”

It's a chemical industry.

This isn't a photo, this is a drawing. Is that it?

Considering the times, it was only natural.

1831.

They say the first camera did appear… … but the pictures taken with it were just at the level of ‘Wow, it’s a picture.’

It is no exaggeration to say that the resolution is so low that it has no academic value whatsoever.

So, what Dr. Robert Liston said now makes sense.

'If it were someone else who said that, I would ignore them… … What are they saying… … .'

I wanted to refuse, but I needed an excuse.

What should I do?

'Lord… … .'

When I looked up at the sky, all I saw was a dark ceiling.

There were whitish things moving around.

They were maggots.

Won't they soon run rampant here too?

Then you probably won't be able to see the proper shape.

'I guess I must make use of the wisdom the Lord has given me.'

I was getting impatient so I decided to use the genius meta I had used earlier once more.

I felt like I couldn't just say it with words, so I did something strange.

“Um… … hmm.”

“What are you doing?”

“I remember.”

“Memories?”

“I memorized this form.”

There are also rumors that it is a photo memory or a flash drive.

I've never seen it in medical schools or hospitals where all the supposedly smart people gather, but somehow it's a legendary term that exists even in a few comments on internet communities…

Anyway, I decided to borrow it.

“Memorize this?”

“Yes. I’ve been good at memorizing things since I was little. I’m especially confident in this.”

A look of doubt appeared on Joseph's face at my words.

young.

Just shut up.

Despite my wishes, Joseph was shutting up.

It was a natural thing.

Because no one would dare interrupt Dr. Robert Liston while he is talking.

Perhaps only someone as great as the Queen could step forward without worrying about what others might think?

“I’m confident… … hmm… … . I’m sure he’s a genius, but… … it still doesn’t work. There’s nothing more below this. At most, there are a few muscles and blood vessels.”

"ah……."

What can I do?

What can I say if they say it's not possible?

'How many muscles did you say there were? There are several more rotator cuffs below this one! Do you know what they do and what they look like?'

In my head, I was shouting at Lu Bu, but my head had already been bowed for a long time.

“Yes. I will wait.”

"okay."

Robert Liston nodded, as if that was exactly the reaction he had expected.

I guess there has never been a time in your life when you didn't have this reaction?

No matter what, he was still concerned about the relationship that God had just connected him with, and he licked his lips as he watched me put down my sword, which was unusual for me.

"hmm."

It seemed like he had something he wanted to say.

But at the same time, it seemed like a bit of a difficult thing to say.

Whatever it was, I was ready to listen.

No, I was prepared to say yes.

“Have you ever been to a party in London?”

oh.

But this story was far beyond my expectations.

Party… … .

Isn't that just the culture of popular kids?

Who would call someone with a yellow face like me… … .

“No, there isn’t.”

“Never?”

"yes."

“No, how did you… …not know it was party season these days?”

It wasn't just me who had these thoughts.

Even Joseph and Alfred would have been the same.

Racial discrimination in 19th century Britain was much more severe than you might think.

It's a little better if you're with people you know…

People who didn't know would often be really open about it.

It was probably worse than other European countries during the British Empire.

Anyway, I had nothing to say so I kept quiet. Then, our doctor continued talking, perhaps because he had something to say.

“Well… … If you go with me, there won’t be any unpleasant incidents. It’s not a fancy party, it’s just a small party among people I know. They’re all nice people… … It won’t hurt to know them.”

This was considerate.

No, should I say opportunity?

To be honest, I wasn't really in the mood for it.

Anyone who has ever experienced racism knows that it can be quite unpleasant.

'I'm going with the doctor… … The doctor is introducing me, but what would anyone say… …?'

But isn't it Robert Liston's invitation?

If there was anyone who treated him carelessly, he would become the backbone of the British Empire.

Even if I suffered some discrimination, it would be beneficial to see each other's faces just once.

'Okay, whatever.'

In fact, I think it would be right to assume that there was no one who would say anything openly.

The word 'dare' just came to mind.

“Okay, then I’ll go. Can my friends go too?”

“Of course. Everyone on this team can follow.”

ah.

It's not Colin and that punk.

But if I say no in this atmosphere, I'll be screwed…

"thank you."

“Yes, professor.”

Colin must have had the same thought, because he bowed his head with as polite a face as possible.

Then he glared at me.

I glared at him too.

bastard.

whatever.

I hate it too.

“Okay, then let’s go.”

The chemist came running as soon as he received Dr. Liston's call.

It was a face that looked very run-down, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was a scared face.

“Yes, professor.”

Anyway, after that ended, we followed the professor to where the party was being held.

I said whose house it was, but I don't remember.

I came here thinking that they would introduce me anyway when I got there… … .

“Wow.”

The atmosphere was a bit strange.

I thought the atmosphere would be tense since it was a party that even doctors would attend, but the laughter coming from outside was no joke.

“Hahahahahahahaha!”

I looked inside through the open door to see if something incredibly interesting had happened, but it was an impossible sight.

Three men were sitting.

Those guys are really boring looking.

But he was laughing like crazy.

As I was leaving with a question mark on my face, the professor said:

“Oh, there’s something called laughing gas. When you drink it, you feel better.”