Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 271

Episode 271 It was summer [2]

bang.

Usually something… … .

When fighting.

So, when you're fighting in groups of dozens rather than one-on-one, don't you plan out a strategy?

Isn't it?

Is it because I'm too obsessed with the Three Kingdoms?

Do Westerners just stupidly and squarely rush forward?

“What, what is it!”

It's the middle of the night.

Even in the slums of the East End, if this many people were moving around with torches in one hand and knives or guns in the other, it would have been right for the police to take action.

Oh, it's moving.

Come with us!

“Oh, oh! It’s Liston!”

Anyway, we stormed into the building known as the main one among the suppliers' dens.

A fairly heavy iron gate stood in the way for a building in a slum, but it was of little use.

When Liston tapped it, it broke with a bang.

It could be because Liston is too strong, but he's also a bad guy.

That's what the British are like.

“What, what the heck! What the heck! There’s a poet here too!”

What the hell are you talking about?

When did you learn it?

When I look at it, I see a face I've seen a few times.

He's the guy who delivered corpses when he first entered college.

Well, there's nothing to see now since we have an exclusive contract with the police, but anyway.

“Those of you who are going to Ireland, stand on the right side. You can leave safely.”

Liston stood at the front and said:

He was holding a baton in one hand.

Oh, it looks the same, but it's made of iron.

It's just a lump of iron, that's what I'm saying.

Even a normal baton would break if hit wrong, but this one would obviously break even if hit right.

The guys you're facing right now probably know that fact.

“Hey, Black Star… … .”

“Hey, stop talking nonsense! You idiot! What kind of swordsmanship are you talking about when you don’t even have a sword!”

“What, do you want to pick?”

“Oh, no!”

The man who had been bluffing and coming to the front as if pushed forward, knelt down as soon as Liston tapped the sword on his waist with his free hand.

Accordingly, about a third of them went to where Liston was pointing.

It's not just Liston, there are quite a few of us too, so it may seem natural that this is the case…

These guys are a 19th century gang.

Among them, the corpse vendors are known to be particularly vicious.

“As expected… …it’s you, hyung.”

“Indeed… … Liston.”

“As expected, he is a commoner… … .”

“Pi Young-shin… … .”

The gang members and police officers from the slaughterhouse area who were mixed in behind were each amazed.

Yes, this is purely Liston's personal power.

There are some strange words here and there, but aren't they just nonsense?

No matter how notorious I am, I'm not good enough to make those vicious guys kneel.

They weren't the ones who came to kill me in the first place.

"okay……."

As I was thinking this, Liston was nodding his head while looking at the remaining guys.

What followed next was something I could never have imagined.

“Since you refuse my offer, I guess I’ll have to punish you.”

Is the book you brought a martial arts novel?

Just as I was thinking that, in the blink of an eye, Liston barged into the opposing camp.

humming.

At the same time, a phoenix flies in.

And the two fly away.

Bam.

It was accompanied by a bad sound.

"eww."

As I was groaning without realizing it, a policeman came up from behind and said.

“Please spare the lives of those who are still breathing.”

“Ah… … I think I’m dead… … .”

“Except for the guys who got hit by Liston.”

“Ah, then that’s possible.”

I didn't feel any tension.

It was a little scary just a moment ago, wasn't it?

That's right.

When have I ever fought before…?

I said that throughout my school days, I only studied as my teachers told me to.

Even at the hospital, my heart would pound so hard just from arguing with him.

But how could you not be nervous in a fight where people are going to die?

'Huh? Now that I think about it, I guess I wasn't that nervous?'

Is it because I've seen so many rough scenes?

Anyway, it wasn't just me who was nervous, but the veteran gangsters behind me and the police, who were actually rougher than the gangsters, were also nervous.

But now… … .

Bam.

Yes, those are the autumn leaves.

When Liston swings his staff once, they all fly away.

Wouldn't Xiang Yu or King Richard from the ancient books have done exactly that?

He is physically large, but he has brute strength, agility, and technique that cannot be explained by his physique alone.

One wonders why the doctor acquired such skills, but anyway… … .

Bam.

This is really amazing.

I almost could have come alone.

No, if that were the case, I could have been stabbed with a blind knife or a gun.

Anyway, in just a few minutes, the mood completely shifted in my favor.

The kids who had moved to the left early on were sighing in relief.

"after."

After about 10 more minutes, all the guys who had talked back lay down.

Half of the lying ones were Liston's work, but Liston himself looked refreshed, as if he had just taken a walk.

It's not like I didn't sweat at all… … .

It was worse than me standing behind him doing nothing.

'Come to think of it… … Is there any guarantee that only I would have come over?'

I'm from the modern era. Didn't this human come from a martial arts novel?

Yeah, that's it.

That explains it all.

That ridiculous indifference and power… … .

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh, no.”

I'll have to ask you seriously next time I have a drink.

“Anyway, it would be a lot of work to treat all of these.”

“Huh? They’re all dead.”

“Huh? He’s not dead. If he had intended to kill me, he would have pulled out his sword.”

"huh……?"

“I hit him after controlling everything. Am I crazy? I just broke his leg.”

"uh……?"

When I heard it, it was true.

Everyone… … .

Only my leg was broken.

Rather, there may have been kids who died from the half-baked beatings of the police or gangsters, but all the guys my brother hit survived.

“Oh my, this… … .”

“Well, it’s not an ordinary case. I’ll just give you some treatment.”

“Yes? No, but still.”

“Don’t forget. These guys are all corpse sellers, so it’s not like they can be proven in court. If they become too healthy, they can go to Ireland and cause trouble again.”

“Ah… … Yes. Anyway… … .”

fracture.

In the 21st century, it is actually considered a trivial disease.

Actually, what if young people break their limbs while exercising? … Is that nothing?

It's like hip fractures that happen to older people, but the mortality rate is enormous… … .

If the misaligned bone can be tractioned and fixed in place, either with a cast or screws, it can be cured.

But now… … .

'Even if I try my best, what will come of it?'

Fractures are not even seen in hospitals.

No, I do see it, but from my perspective, it's not doctors, it's undertakers.

This is what I mean when I say that people are just trying to fulfill their romantic fantasies by conducting experiments on patients.

So where do the injured people go?

Go to church.

In church, they pray.

You think it's weird?

It wasn't long ago that I truly believed that the King's Hand was effective against tuberculosis.

I went to a concentration camp, no, a monastery, and became seriously interested in tuberculosis. When I looked into it, I found out that it was a hereditary disease.

So, they believed that he was like that because he had sinned and that he needed to be cured by the hand of the king, but since he didn't get better after hundreds of years, they now lock him up in a monastery and treat him by occasionally beating him.

“Tch!”

"after."

I know I have limitations, but I'm still a doctor.

The point is that even if the patient in front of you is a bad person, you should at least treat him.

Since there was a martial arts master named Liston, towing wasn't difficult.

Actually, these legs have a lot of muscles, so it's really difficult to pull them up.

But Liston, whether it's a bridge or something, just pulls it out if you do it right.

Well, even so, it won't be a very effective treatment since it's just a splint and bandage to fix the injury.

While we were so busy treating them, the slaughterhouse guys and the police were busy sending the rest of them to Ireland.

"however……."

"huh."

“Isn’t Ireland a place where people live? Do you just send people like that there?”

“Ah… … That’s true, but to be more precise, it’s not a place where the same person lives.”

"huh?"

“You can think of it as a place like a baguette.”

"ah……."

I was wondering why they were sending criminals to Ireland, but now that I hear it, I remember.

It has been said that Irish people really hate England for various reasons.

Now that I look at it, it seems like the discrimination is not for nothing.

I even heard that during the Irish famine, a whopping 2 million people died, and that was partly the British fault.

'I guess I shouldn't go to Ireland.'

British of Korean descent.

Wow… … This is crazy, really.

Well, I guess it wouldn't matter if I was with Liston… … .

Do you think you would ever need to go that far?

At least for a while, the higher-ups won't be allowed to go anywhere because of diabetes treatment.

“I… am a poet?”

While I was getting treatment and thinking about something else, someone called me.

Although Liston was active, I was also having a hard time.

Anyway, he was a gangster.

Since he was the guy who helped transport the pancreas, his face looked very familiar.

“Uh, why?”

“Yes, that… …the researcher is here. He said he has something important to say.”

“Uh huh. Okay. Where is it?”

“He is over there.”

I followed the tip of his finger and saw a chemist standing there.

Oh, yeah, I saw it earlier.

I forgot about that after watching someone get beaten up.

“Brother. Someone came from the lab.”

“Oh. What is this? It was like pouring water into a bottomless pit.”

"that……."

Why does this gentleman use Joseon proverbs so fluently and timely?

I went to the old man thinking that he was better than me.

Even so, Liston was covered in blood everywhere, so the old man took a step back without realizing it.

Even so, it was of little use.

Because our one step is bigger.

“What's going on?”

“Uh huh.”

Besides, I couldn't do anything because of the people connected to the lab, like Liston, Alfred, Colin, and Sir Jamie.

So the chemist, having come to his senses, handed me two documents.

There's something complicated written there, but to be honest, I can't understand it even if I look at it.

I need to hear an explanation.

“Two are showing results… … but one is still a bit ambiguous, and one… … is really crazy.”

“Let’s start with the ambiguous part.”

Let's hear the good news later.

If this guy is crazy enough to do that, then it's going to be a real hit.

“Isn’t there an arsenic compound? I told you before that it was used for syphilis.”

“Ah, ah, right. Is that right?”

“There are three candidates left… … It definitely seems to kill syphilis. The problem is… … .”

“What’s the problem?”

“People keep dying.”

“Then what is it?”

“But it definitely seems like less people are dying than before. I guess I should try an experiment… … .”

“How about human experimentation?”

“Isn’t there a line at the police station? There must be a lot of syphilis among the death row inmates… … .”

"hmm."

I've already come too far to say anything.

No, in some ways I think I've come the furthest.

So I nodded.

More than that, I was curious as to what the good thing about this ambiguous thing could be.

No way… penicillin?

Penicillin!

“What about the rest?”

I asked with a face full of anticipation, and the old man answered with a truly proud face.

“Cocaine extracted from coca leaves!”

ah.

It was summer.