Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 29

Episode 29 Laughing Gas Party [2]

There was one thing that was overlooked.

I too was exposed to gas.

It was only natural.

It was right there in front of you.

“Hey hey, if you do that you’ll die. Hahaha!”

Joseph came up to me and laughed.

“No… … The doctor here is killing people!”

Alfred also laughed out loud.

So I looked and saw that there was a little blood on the club.

I don't know if I got excited or what, but I think I used more force than I thought I would as I was hitting Colin without realizing it.

'Huh?'

My heart grew cold and I looked back at Colin.

I intended to beat him up a bit, but I didn't intend to kill him.

No, it looks like something broke.

He must have been quite powerful, but I couldn't handle it in my current state.

'Um… … Ah. There's a scratch here.'

So, when I looked into it, luckily, it was just a little bit of skin peeling off.

One thing that was odd was that Colin didn't even notice that I was examining him and that I was also drunk and carelessly touched his wound.

'Did you get hit in the head?'

I was hesitating for a long time.

It could be that the medication is blocking the pain, but it could also be that I'm hitting you so hard.

'Still… … there is a possibility.'

It might not have been labor pains.

But when I hit him, he didn't move.

One thing was clear.

'If you don't move… … I will have the ability to operate calmly?'

That doesn't mean I can't do complicated surgeries like the ones I did in the past, like Whipple (pancreatic cancer surgery) or flap (transplant surgery), but people these days are fighting for their lives with much more trivial illnesses.

For example, appendicitis.

To be more precise, it was a time when people were dying one by one from appendicitis.

This can be fixed with just surgery… … .

“Hey, open your eyes.”

I thought he was continuing his thoughts, but it turned out he was asleep.

I couldn't tell how much time had passed.

Anyway, Dr. Robert Liston was standing before my eyes.

He had a face that looked normal.

“Yes, yes, it’s up!”

Clearly he was moving his hands.

I answered hurriedly because it seemed obvious that I would get slapped in the face if I didn't open my eyes.

Then the professor looked somewhat regretful and smacked his lips again before getting up.

“It’s here.”

When I realized that I had almost been hit, I felt as if all the strength in my body had drained away.

So I had to rely on Joseph and Alfred for support.

“Oh.”

It seemed like Colin was in the same situation.

The guy was being supported by one of his goons.

I stared at him intently, wondering if he was remembering correctly, and to my surprise, he looked back at me and smiled.

'Idiot.'

I hit you so hard, but you don't remember.

Or maybe you're just feeling so good that you can't tell right from wrong.

“Haha.”

“This kid is weak to gas.”

That thought made me feel good and I smiled.

I felt better after laughing.

Is this why I think it's a laughter party?

‘This is definitely a very strong medicine… … .’

Of course, I was a born doctor, so I laughed, but inside I thought this.

“Okay, sleep well.”

"uh?"

As I thought about it, it was a bed.

Arrived at the room.

The saying was that memories are occasionally interrupted.

No, I don't know if I lost my memory or if I fell asleep and woke up.

Anyway, that gas that was used at the party… …was worth looking into.

"flaw……."

The first thought that came to my mind when I opened my eyes in the morning was, 'My head doesn't hurt that much.'

Even if you're drunk, you should be starting to have a headache by now.

"hmm……."

It seemed like the gas didn't remain in my body as much as I thought it would yesterday.

Actually, it didn't matter if it stayed.

It would be better than having surgery on a live person.

To be honest, I wish I could use opium.

'If you use opium… … it suppresses your breathing, so you could die.'

Yeah, this is a bit too much.

I shook my head and, as soon as I finished breakfast, I headed to school with my senior and Joseph as I always did.

“I’m going to the library for a bit.”

“Huh? Why? Aren’t you listening in class?”

“What… … Professor Blundell doesn’t really check it, does he?”

“That’s true, but… wouldn’t it be more helpful to listen to lectures than to read books?”

I wanted to say no.

Blundell.

That kid… … .

I don't know anything.

Of course, I'm better than you guys, but…

“I’m just curious about something. Instead, tell me what you heard in class later.”

“Um… … Okay.”

I was afraid that if I said something like that, there would be chaos, so I just brushed it off.

It wasn't entirely a lie.

I've been curious about everything, from the gas leak when I hit Colin yesterday to the point where I'm going crazy.

'Surely… these kids wouldn't have done something like that with the anesthetic gas right there, right?'

I hoped it hadn't been out for long.

'No. If it hadn't been out that long… …then there wouldn't have been any research done at all?'

No, I hope it's been out for a while.

'But if that happened again, wouldn't these people be so pitiful that I'd want to die?'

To be honest, I didn't know what I wanted either.

That was the era.

Those bastards.

There are no crowds coming and going.

I think I know, but I don't.

I don't think I know, I really don't know anything…

-It's nitrous oxide.

Anyway, I remembered the name I heard from the professor on my way here yesterday.

Nitrous oxide.

nitrogen.

‘Doesn’t the anesthetic used during surgery also contain nitrogen…?’

I thought to myself, maybe I should have studied anesthesiology harder.

Can't you even remember the name of the medicine?

In that case, how could you possibly remember the ingredient name?

'I should have read at least one word instead of cursing at the anesthesia department.'

Since we weren't on good terms, we just kept swearing.

We always ask him to hurry up because we have an urgent surgery, but he keeps putting it off, so we have no choice.

That's right.

“Right, here it is.”

Since most universities are comprehensive, there were quite a few books related to chemistry.

It was somewhat natural, given the huge size of the library.

Where in these books is there any mention of nitrous oxide?

I couldn't figure it out.

In this day and age, there is no search function, so you have no choice but to just try it out.

'First of all, the book is thin.'

If there was one thing that could be said to be fortunate, it was that the books were all thin.

It was natural since I didn't know anything.

The problem is that just because it's not here doesn't mean it doesn't exist in the world…

“Hmm… … .”

I flipped through the book and found nitrous oxide.

It wasn't an easy task.

First of all, since it was an era when relief plates (woodblocks, letterpress), intaglio plates (engraved intaglio plates, etchings), and plates (lithography) were used, the quality of paper and printing was not very good.

There were even pages that were stuck together.

It's like the fu*king 19th century.

“I can’t find it… … .”

Shit.

I searched for hours and still couldn't find this.

Does that mean I studied well? That wasn't it.

First of all, I'm not a chemist, so I'm not particularly interested in it, and studying 19th century science without any background knowledge is too dangerous, so I didn't look into it very hard.

What if you cram in incorrect knowledge and then cause an accident?

'No, wait. Let's stay still.'

Then this thought occurred to me.

In fact, in medicine… … even in modern medicine, wasn’t it only in the latter half of the 20th century that evidence-based medicine became firmly established?

Until then, expert opinions were treated as the most important.

For example, if a professor who had been there for 30 years said, "Hey, this is what I think, so why don't you spit on me?", everyone would do the same.

At that time, I wondered, 'Why on earth did that old man do that, why was there such an uncivilized era?' But after coming here, I think I understand.

'Isn't asking the fastest way?'

Evidence-based?

This is fu*king crazy.

Wouldn't it make sense if you could find a basis for your argument?

The data was crappy to begin with, but what kind of evidence is the basis for it?

'The factory… … that chemist.'

Actually, it might be faster to go see the professor here… … .

Isn't that something that only our rich white British people can do?

If I went there without prior notice, or if I entered an unfamiliar street, there was no way of knowing what kind of crime I might get involved in.

However, it was also ambiguous to use Dr. Robert Liston.

I did get married, but it felt like I was the only one who got married.

The idea was that no matter what we do, we should first throw in anesthesia and make some more anatomical advancements before anything can happen.

“Senior, senior.”

So I closed my book and ran to the classroom.

Just then Blundell finished his lecture, his nonsense, and headed out.

“Oh, this is too difficult.”

“Huh? What is it?”

“Ah… … Today I learned about pressure… … .”

"enter?"

What is there to learn from pressure?

The word that came to mind reflexively was blood pressure, but that was the wrong word.

As always, this era is very far from common sense.

It's not for nothing that I think I came to this world.

'Blood pressure… …fu*k.'

Is blood pressure measured by sticking a needle into an artery and seeing how much blood spurts out?

That's murder.

You should never do this.

“Anyway.”

If I thought about it for too long, my mind would start to get dizzy again, and I would miss the laughing gas I had taken yesterday so I changed the subject.

Fortunately, Alfred didn't say anything, perhaps because he didn't fully understand the lecture.

I just stood there with a blank look on my face.

“Let’s go out for now.”

“Huh? Dissection?”

“Ah, dissection. I’ll do that later. I’ll just go to the factory for a bit.”

“Why? Are your gloves torn? I don’t think you can cut them with a knife.”

Yeah, that's right.

It was so tough it was disgusting.

The hardening was so severe that I couldn't move at all the way I wanted.

When I tried it, I found that there were other problems besides just the sensation not being conveyed well.

“No, that’s not it. I have a question for you, Doctor.”

“Ah… … You couldn’t find it in the library?”

"yes."

“Right. What is there to learn from books?”

hey…….

Even if books are said to be from a backward era, is that something a person who calls himself a scholar should say?

Of course, I nodded, since I wasn't the kind of person who would say anything stupid when it came to getting a ride in a carriage.

“That’s true.”

“Okay. Let’s go. Anyway, after seeing what you did yesterday… … I don’t think it’s meaningful for us to do it first.”

Besides, my senior was this kind of person.

A person who only feels pure admiration rather than jealousy when someone who came in a year later starts to stand out.

Personally, I thought this was as difficult as standing out.

Ddddddd.

Anyway, the carriage ran and before long it stopped in front of the factory.

Actually, the distance wasn't that far, so if it were Seoul I would have walked, but since it was London I took a carriage.

I don't want to die in broad daylight and show up in the autopsy room as a corpse.

“I want to know about nitrous oxide.”

“Huh? Nitrous oxide?”

"yes."

After passing through such a dangerous path and entering the factory, I was able to see the chemist with a calm face before my eyes.

He said this exactly as he faced me.

“What are you going to do with that old, worthless machine?”