Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 281

Episode 281: Filial Piety in Progress [3]

Maybe it was because he worked out so hard, but after I washed him up and laid him on the bed, he fell asleep without even being able to pronounce his last words properly.

mother?

My mother was in better condition than that, but that doesn't mean she lasted long.

Just because it's a bodyweight exercise doesn't mean it's easy.

Besides, it's not that close to get here from Upton.

How comfortable would it be to ride a not-so-good carriage on an unpaved road?

"after……."

I returned to my room after seeing the two people sleeping in a well-organized room that wasn't that fancy.

There were various paintings hanging on the white walls, and the bookshelves made of antique Indian wood were filled with quite a few books.

As expected, it is a well-organized room, although not fancy.

Even our Master Alfred's house is quite high up, so I can see part of London from my room window.

“You’ve worked hard, really.”

Even when I first reincarnated in Upton, it was really… … .

Why the 19th century?

Would it be better if Korea was exactly like it was when I was born?

Studying is a hassle, what about stocks and coins?

How good life would be if I could just pick up some rice cakes.

But the place where I stood with both feet on the ground was 19th century England.

At first I had hope.

Because it's the British Empire.

But the 19th century… …was much more backward than I had thought.

When I think about these guys coming to Joseon and complaining that the streets were dirty and full of shit, my blood boils.

“fu*k… … .”

Those fu*king kids.

I think it would be better to say that a dog covered in shit is barking at a dog covered in bran than this.

Aren't they the ones who do the worst things that a real person can do to another person?

still…….

In a way, it was thanks to those times that we were able to come this far.

Even though I'm not even twenty yet, I can support my parents without being envious, and I won't be ignored wherever I go in London.

'If only there was a status window… … it would be much easier.'

Doesn't it always appear in time-leap and other-worldly stories?

What is this status window?

But why… … .

“S, Status!”

I shouted out loud because I thought I should do it in English instead of Korean, but nothing happened.

I thought it might be because of my lack of voice, so I shouted out the status screen and the status more loudly, but as expected, nothing happened.

what…….

But if you think about it, the situation isn't so bad, right?

So I opened the wine that Liston gave me as a gift a while ago.

I was worried that it might have gone bad since it was summer and we didn't have a wine fridge, but the smell was okay.

I've had vinegared wine a few times in Upton, and it's…

It was really strange because it wasn't originally made for vinegar.

Gulp, gulp.

Anyway, I poured some wine into a glass.

It felt a bit strange because it was exactly the same stuff that sommeliers use.

I think I may never be able to drink white wine again.

The sommelier automatically comes to mind… … .

"hmm."

As I poured it into the glass, the rich aroma of wine began to fill the room.

'I liked something with a bit of body… … .'

Napa Valley wines have the grape variety and other information written on them, but Baguette doesn't seem to care about user convenience and just has the place name written on it.

Those crazy guys.

It seems like France still thinks it's the center of the world.

We have the British Empire, you know.

How on earth do we know the name of your place?

Moreover, there is no way to know what wine varieties come from that region.

"hmm."

I took a bite in a situation where I had no idea what it would taste like.

It has a bitter taste unique to tannin, but it is basically sweet.

Is it sweet wine?

Why is it sweet?

-They say that if you put lead in wine, it can be preserved for a long time.

At that moment, Brother Liston's words suddenly came to mind.

These are the words that made me tremble in fear… … .

I guess I forgot about it for a moment because I've been so busy lately.

Land grotto.

At the same time, there was a thud inside the wine bottle.

I poured out all the wine in anxiety, and sure enough, there was metal.

I'm not much of a metal expert, but…

You can tell just by looking at this that it's lead.

I don't know why lead is better for storage.

There isn't any… … .

Do I really need to understand it?

This is a phenomenon that has already occurred.

'Lead wine… … Oh my.'

Even though I heard it once before, my hands were shaking.

Is that why?

I dropped the glass I was barely holding.

The floor is made of stone.

So of course it should break… … .

Tank.

Rolls sideways with a strange sound.

It's a little worn, but it's only a slight dent.

I have a feeling that no matter how many more times I hit it, it won't break.

How could glassblowing become more obsolete in the 21st century?

As I think about it, the glass looks a little opaque.

There must be impurities in it, so it should be red or blue. What should I call it?

Yeah, a little bit… … .

'Is it lead?'

You might wonder why so much lead is used.

My walls are lead too, that's it.

But why are you living here?

If you forcefully take it off and the powder flies, that's when it's more critical.

When I build a new house later, I will have to avoid using lead… … .

It is also difficult to not use it at all.

Painting isn't just about making things look pretty; it also has several other goals, like waterproofing and preventing decay, and there's no paint that can do that without lead.

'I guess I'll just drink whiskey from now on.'

I shouldn't drink wine.

With those thoughts in mind, I lay down in bed and fell asleep.

I didn't have work tomorrow so I could sleep in a little late, but I had to hurry so I could show my parents around London.

'He said he'd show me the future Trafalgar and Parliament if I went. He said I could just take a quick look at the palace from the front. The slums would be interesting too, so let's go there… … Food… … Let's eat at home if possible.'

When it comes to traveling, half of it is actually exploring delicious restaurants, but unfortunately, there is no delicious food in Britain at this time of year.

No, most of it is weird.

The fish and chips are tasty, but you have to go to a place that does it right.

Otherwise, you'll be eating fried fish caught near the Thames… … .

The river itself is so polluted that the fish have already gone extinct, so how can anything nearby be okay?

It's not a fish, it's a poison in the shape of a fish.

“Please get in the carriage.”

“Wow… … This is really good.”

The morning was very satisfying.

It was because my mother stepped forward.

It's been a long time since I had kimchi stew with a fried egg, and I feel very full.

Joseph looked happy, but the others didn't look happy.

There were even people who held their noses because they smelled like kimchi.

Once you try it, you won't say such things…

They decided to leave it as is since it would be their loss if they didn't eat it.

“Let’s go to the square first.”

“Ah, isn’t that the plaza built to commemorate the victory in the naval battle?”

“Did you know?”

“I know. The boss is a yard boy.”

“Oh, right. That’s true.”

Our boss… … .

You're making a lot of money from leaded wine.

This is pretty sweet, so I wonder if it really makes money… … .

Now that I know the reality, I don't think I can cheer you on anymore.

No, but what about our parents?

I think it might be lead poisoning.

'From now on, let's have whiskey or beer.'

What can you do with lead that's already been poisoned?

Besides, he doesn't seem to have any other symptoms other than high blood pressure.

Well, there's no special testing equipment, so even if there's pain, it's hard to tell…

Even so, it doesn't look like there's any real pain.

I sometimes wonder if the advancement of modern medicine has actually made humanity weaker.

If we had just endured a few more generations of lead consumption, a much stronger new human race could have been born, but it seems like the clueless doctors and scientists have tried in vain to change something.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“This is the square.”

“Uh… … Okay.”

“This is the palace.”

“Ugh… … .”

“It’s the parliament.”

“Yeah, okay.”

Aside from that, I'm just now getting around to it and my parents' faces aren't looking so good.

If I were a real teenager, I'd be upset, but if you include my past life, aren't I actually the same age as my parents?

No, no.

He's my younger brother.

If I look at your face, I feel like I'm going to say grandfather, not dad…

'What? Are you having a hard time? Are you still recovering from the aftereffects?'

Rather, I felt worried.

Even if you're forty, it's not the same forty.

There is also lead poisoning, and they have suffered so much, and their nutritional status is bound to be different from that of modern people…

“Are you tired? Would you like to rest?”

“Uh… … No, there’s something else I’m curious about.”

So I asked and fortunately it didn't seem to be difficult.

It doesn't seem like a lie, the eyes look like that.

“What is it?”

So I asked again, and my father was staring into space instead of at me.

It was only then that I realized that my mother had been doing this from the beginning.

I also turned my head to follow those gazes.

There was just the ordinary London sky.

A hazy sky where it's hard to find the sun if you don't pay attention.

It wasn't particularly bad today.

Summer is slowly passing by, but it's not cold yet.

Compared to winter… … this is a clear sky.

“Why is the sky like that?”

While I was thinking about that, surprisingly, what my father asked me was about the sky.

“The sky?”

“Yeah. Don’t you think that looks strange?”

“What is it?”

I don't understand English.

It's clear today.

And it's not even raining.

So, as I was looking at my father with a sullen face, my mother suddenly started praying next to me.

Please restore our Tae-pyeong's eyesight and do something like that…

I didn't understand.

Actually, if cataracts were going to come, wouldn't it be our elders who would get them?

“That smoky thing… … that thing.”

“Oh, that? London is always like that, haha. There are a lot of factories here and such. But today’s smog… … Well, it’s not that bad, is it?”

When you think of London smog, you might think it was something that only happened in the 20th century… … .

In fact, it has been around since the 13th century.

It's been around since the 1200s.

The reason is that if you go to the northeast coast of England, you'll just find coal at your feet.

Now that I've gotten everything, it won't be that bad…

There are so many railroads and so much coal that it is said that coal, rather than wood, was used for heating since the early Middle Ages.

It goes without saying that in the 13th century, there was a law requiring people to stop using coal.

“It’s not just gray… … but what is that yellow band around it?”

“Ah, ahhh. Haha.”

Anyway, I could only understand what my father was talking about after I saw the area he was pointing at with his finger.

It's in the west, and since there's a port there, there are a lot of factories, right?

“I’m not sure about that… … We Londoners call it pea soup. Doesn’t it look like that?”

“Ah… … Are you okay?”

“I don’t think so.”

I realized it while talking.

That I was now a truly great 19th century Londoner.