Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 279

Episode 279: Filial Piety in Progress [1]

“Aha… … . That’s what you mean. Well, I thought it was strange.”

father.

So, in this life, my father started laughing out loud only after hearing the whole story.

Until just a moment ago, worry was just plastered all over my face… … .

Well, I can understand that.

My son's nickname, whom I haven't seen in a long time, is none other than 'crippled'…

“Is it a god who heals illnesses or something?”

Anyway, my father got free from the shackles.

This time, it was my mother who was the problem.

“No, that’s not it. It’s just God… … .”

“Then isn’t that too blasphemous? This mother once dreamed of becoming a nun.”

“Well, that’s true. But… … .”

“Then let’s just make him a cripple who can cure diseases like a god.”

“That… that’s right. Let’s do it as a cripple.”

It didn't last long.

It was because I calmly accepted that I was disabled.

No, let's say it's thanks to you.

Because I made a lot of concessions.

“By the way… … you have another nickname.”

Besides, for practical reasons, it was better to get over the mild, crippling nickname quickly.

There are a lot of nicknames surrounding me, but aren't they all strange?

but…….

I can confidently state here that it was all a misunderstanding and slander.

After giving a long explanation, I suddenly looked at my parents.

I don't know if it's because the sun was strong in the 19th century or what, but people aged really quickly.

My parents are at most forty?

But there was no father, mother, or middle-aged person.

'Aren't the kids who were like Doctor Friends or Nabal around forty?'

Even including the friend who had little hair, they all looked young.

It was even more so in person, not on camera.

Of course, they were relatively young.

still…….

Is it true that there is a difference of over 20 years?

'It's not surprising… … .'

I don't know the exact statistics.

Since it is the British Empire, the administrative power is so great that we can understand it to some extent, but the slum area is still an unknown territory.

Anyway, the average life expectancy is roughly around 45 years.

If we just talk about it, it means that our parents only have 5 years left to live… … .

I know this is not a medical idea.

But.

'They said that human life span has not changed… … .'

Aren't all scholars like that?

How would those who sit at their desks and do nothing know anything?

I know you don't know anything, right?

Look at your face.

I would believe you even if you said sixty.

“Instead of just standing here like this, let’s go get a health checkup.”

"huh……?"

“What is that? I don’t like it. I hate hospitals.”

I feel anxious.

It's not like I was a particularly bad kid.

Rather, you could see him as a filial son.

This is especially true from a Confucian perspective.

If a child's advancement and fame are the essence of filial piety, then it is truly amazing that he has achieved this much success as a Korean in a foreign land.

Look at it now.

The place we are staying is a house of a wealthy man who is now doing quite well in London.

Even we are not just guests, but partners and lifesavers.

“Don’t be scared. Don’t you trust your son?”

“I believe you, but… … .”

“That’s what I’ve seen and heard so far.”

But from the perspective of a child, is there anything more natural than wishing for one's parents to live healthily for just one more day?

There are probably many things you can do… … .

As a doctor, I can confidently say that early detection is the best filial piety.

So when I try to do that, the resistance is no joke.

“Hey, it’s okay. I also have someone I borrowed for special purposes today.”

“Borrow? A person?”

“Yes, I am Duke Jamie’s personal… … secretary, secretary.”

“You can borrow the Duke’s secretary? You really… … .”

“I told you, my son, you did well. Anyway, let’s go to sleep. Let’s each take this cup.”

"cup?"

Anyway, the two of them looked back at me, holding the glass cups I had handed them.

I too was staring blankly at the two of them, then soon came to my senses.

'Oh, right, right.'

In our center, it's been common sense for a long time to give people a cup to collect urine, but isn't that not the case among the general public?

So I kindly explained it to him.

Naturally, there was resistance from both of them.

“Why that… … .”

“In Joseon, it is considered polite not to relieve yourself in front of others.”

“That’s polite no matter where you go in the world.”

“Isn’t that London?”

“That’s what I mean. This guy’s a bit dyed.”

“No, no. I’m not telling you to look at it here. I’m telling you to go get it.”

I thought it was indeed Confucianism.

No, weren't they both people who dreamed of becoming priests and nuns?

But why on earth is Confucianism so deeply ingrained in our bones?

“Please take it. This may sound strange, but… … this is all excellent treatment.”

“Ah… … If the professor says so.”

“Okay, I see. Oh my, you’re so manly.”

Is that so?

I listened carefully to what Professor Liston had to say.

Well, even if it wasn't specifically because of Confucianism, I couldn't help but listen to Liston.

Unless you have a strong heart, how could you… …Huh? Would you feel like going to a dog park?

“Okay, here you go.”

“Here. Ugh.”

Anyway, I was soon able to get my parents' urine.

'The color is good… … and there are no lumps. I like it.'

There's a reason it's a glass cup.

Isn't it true that inspections are bound to be inadequate?

In the 21st century, you can get blood, protein, and sugar by just touching a piece of paper, but that doesn't work here.

“That’s good.”

“Yes. But I still don’t know what it tastes like.”

“What are you saying… … ?”

“Taste? Was the person who fed you urine real?”

So I guess I should at least look at it this well.

At least serious STDs can be diagnosed.

Luckily, there was nothing to worry about, so I was just smiling, but my parents, especially my mother, shook their heads with a considerably darkened expression.

Anyway, the nickname is the problem.

We need to get rid of these drunkards sometime.

“There is something like that.”

After a quick run-through, I handed two urine cups to Sir Jamie's personal assistant.

“Please… please.”

“Yes, of course.”

He was that prisoner before.

He was set free by Sir Jamie's petition.

In return, I had to taste urine every day… … .

It was fortunate, because if it had been the same as before, it would have been a miserable fate to die inside.

Well, this guy is probably thinking something similar.

"I'm sorry."

“Oh, of course I’ll do it. It’s an honor to have the urine of the poet’s parents.”

Can't you tell by looking at what I'm saying?

Of course, the reason this gentleman came out like this wasn't just because he was released from prison.

“If it weren’t for the poet… … I would have ended up eating feces… … .”

“That… … I stopped it, so don’t worry. But just in case, if you do that, tell me. I mean, Ser Jamie will listen.”

“Yes, yes. Thank you.”

I almost changed my career from sommelier to bartender, but you stopped me.

“Um… … . It’s bitter.”

“Do you just write?”

Anyway, while we waited for a while, the sommelier tasted my father's first.

Since it was a glass cup and it was a culture where people often drank beer or white wine, it looked pretty reasonable at first glance.

Above all, the sommelier's attitude was truly pious.

“No. Should I say it’s bitter… …? It tastes healthy. It doesn’t seem to have any problems.”

Besides, what he said sounded quite plausible.

It's not that it wasn't, but in this period, whether in England or anywhere else, the concept of public education was lacking, so you could tell whether someone was an intellectual or not just by listening to them…

I opened my mouth to ask myself if I had been caught for fraud for nothing.

“That’s true for mom too.”

“Okay. That’s good.”

“I’m glad that helps. Would once a month be okay?”

“For the purpose of a checkup… … Yes, please do that.”

“Yes, of course. Okay, that’s it.”

As such, Sir Jamie's favor was so great that he even had a personal groom.

There is an old saying that goes, 'licking the king's hemorrhoids and receiving five carts,' and this was exactly the situation.

If you could afford that kind of luxury in exchange for drinking urine a few times a day, you were probably pretty successful, at least in 19th century London.

“That sounds good.”

“Have you ever seen such a monstrous thing?”

“You said it was just a rumor… Did he really drink my urine?”

I could believe whatever that gentleman said.

There are a few other sommeliers in London who would recommend it, but it's still the best.

You can tell just by looking at him that he got to where he was despite being a former prisoner.

“Okay, this time… … .”

“Are you listening to me?”

“Honey, I heard that… … London is like Babylon… … .”

I laughed heartily as I listened to the conversation between my parents, who were still healthy, or at least diabetic.

For some reason, the two of them were even more shocked by that laughter, but they decided to ignore it for the time being.

I did that because I had a lot to do.

“Oh, so this is that blood pressure monitor.”

“There were a lot of failures. But not anymore.”

“Just by looking at it… … I don’t even know what this thing does. Anyway, it’s not like you insert a tube into a blood vessel, right?”

“Of course. If that were the case, how could I do that to my parents? No, it’s something you shouldn’t do to people.”

“Well, that’s true too.”

As I said that, Liston nodded and looked at Blundell.

If Liston was a noisy madman, then Blundell was a quiet madman.

Was it a mistake to hand over such a sensitive business as blood transfusion to such a man?

There have been several accidents.

Well… … the intentions were good.

Originally, didn't donating blood require a few steps?

Among them, the only thing realistically possible was weight, so I asked them to do that, but it seems that there were quite a few cases of people feeling dizzy or fainting after donating blood.

“Okay, Dad. Stretch out your arm.”

“Are you… okay?”

“I told you not to do anything strange.”

“I just fed you some urine.”

“That’s his job. It’s a new job I created.”

“Aren’t you afraid of God?”

At that time, I said in passing, 'If your blood pressure is low to begin with, that could be the case,' and it seems like he went and measured his blood pressure after hearing that.

The traditional way… … .

So, by measuring the height of the blood fountain.

“Is this really possible?”

“That's what I said.”

Blundell, who had failed so many times, watched me measure my father's blood pressure with his eyes brighter than anyone else in the room.

There were no guys who were doing anything stupid just because they were other guys.

19th century medicine may have been backwards, but its passion was unrivaled.

‘I don’t even know what to do with measuring blood pressure… … In a way, this is my luck.’

What could be more enjoyable than teaching hard-working people?

I was thinking about this while doing the math… … .

“150… … to 100.”

Oh, my blood pressure is high.

Well, father… … .

He has a good complexion, which is unusual for a British person at this time.

That's because I live a comfortable life, even though I'm not rich.

Above all, I feel fatter because I am eating delicious Korean food instead of the food of tasteless English people.

“Wow. It’s tall.”

“You are in good health.”

“I’m jealous. It’s not for nothing that they’re called the Noble Kim family.”

The doctors around me congratulated my father, whether they knew about my worries or not.

“Uh, haha. Yeah, whatever.”

My father was embarrassed.

The way to go… … .

It's really fu*king far.