Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 296

Episode 296: Liston's Hair Loss [2]

“Hmm.”

Baldness treatment is a very challenging field even for modern medicine in the 21st century.

Although I didn't study separately because I was a wealthy person, I heard a lot from one of my close friends who started losing the lid war early on.

I said that because he was an academic friend and not a professor at a university hospital.

“But why.”

“Just try to be quiet for now. There are more than one or two ways to do this.”

“Oh, really? If I had known this would happen, I would have come to you before I cut off the donkey’s genitals.”

“I see. Anyway, just stay here and think about it.”

“Oh, I see.”

Poor donkey… … .

It would be nice if the guy's sacrifice had some meaning, but according to my friend Dr. Hair Loss, such bizarre treatments are not particularly meaningful.

rather.

If the testosterone in a donkey's body parts gets into the wrong hands, it can only have negative effects.

Hormones are actually quite compatible across species, contrary to popular belief.

'Anyway… … The current trend in hair transplantation is to transplant entire hair follicle units, but that's impossible.'

We must carefully consider the limitations of technology.

It would be nice if we could implant complete hair follicles.

Okay, but how do you get it?

There is no machine.

Of course, if I were truly a hair transplant expert, I could make something here, but that would be impossible.

If that's the case, we need to consider a different approach…

“Hmm. Does it hurt?”

There was a time when scalp removal surgery was quite popular.

Actually, what is hair loss?

Isn't this creating empty space on the scalp?

Then, someone genius came up with the idea that maybe we could just eliminate that empty space.

“It could hurt. What would it be like if your face looked like this?”

“I think I’ll be very depressed and angry.”

"also."

He was a genius, but he was actually a 21-year-old talent from the 19th century.

When I come here and think about it, it really is true.

No, how could you come up with such a simple and ignorant idea?

Anyway, I heard that he is now the president, but when I ran a simulation on Liston's forehead, I could immediately see why he became the president.

After cutting out the empty space, the remaining space looks quite abundant… … .

Since only the peninsula-shaped head remained in the first place, when I cut it and reattached it, the face that was left was so horrible.

“Can’t you let me go?”

“Uh… … Okay.”

He already looks scary, but if you make him like this, he'll be a whole other level of bad guy.

This is not possible.

okay.

Scalp excision rejected.

Then, what remains is scalp incision.

“For minor hair loss, this might actually be enough… … .”

“What did you say?”

“I’m talking to myself. Do you not want to be treated?”

“No, that’s not it… … .”

“There is only one way left.”

“What, something.”

How could someone as strong as Liston be so weak?

I wish this kind of time could continue in the future, but… … .

I decided to stop for a while because it was too risky to face a balding liston whose patience was running out.

I pointed to the back of my head as I looked at Liston, who was looking at me with a pitiful expression.

“Here, we take some heads and plant them here like this.”

“Your head on my forehead?”

“No, no. I don’t think that will work.”

“Why? You don’t have much. Just give me a little.”

I misunderstood the example.

For that sin, I had to witness a ghost appear before my eyes and tell me to give up my leg.

Since we haven't been able to talk about the immune response yet, how on earth should we persuade them…?

'You can do it.'

I was worried for a moment, but as expected, my joking skills were crazy.

“My hair is black, and yours is yellow. If I plant this… … I think I’ll look like a monster.”

“Ah. Oh. Then should I plant Colin or Alfred?”

“No, no. Your hair is the best. You can’t see the back of my head very well, but my hair volume is fine. I have plenty.”

“Oh… is that so? I have a lot of hair?”

Objectively, it's not much.

Male pattern baldness is, of course, a process that mainly causes erosion of the side of the head, creating a bald spot and creating a peninsula, but isn't it true that hair loss is not limited to male pattern baldness?

As we age, everything tends to deteriorate, and unfortunately, that includes our hair.

It just means that your hair is thinner, that's what I was saying.

“Yes, there are a lot.”

But what… … .

We're in the 19th century and people keep lying, so why can't we lie to survive?

This kind of lying could be done literally as easily as breathing.

“Oh. Then I’ll do it right away.”

"hmm."

This is literally a white lie, this is… … .

It may be possible to lie about the current situation, but it is dangerous to lie about future events.

We have a British proverb that says the road to hell is paved with good intentions, and that's especially true when doctors start joking about prognosis.

This usually happens in the patient's future… … .

In this case, it's unlikely that Liston will die from hair loss treatment, so it's likely that hell will be unleashed on me, who performed the treatment.

No, no.

'If things continue like this, it's 100%.'

I know how to do it.

But I've never tried it.

I had some anxiety about the future, so I went to an academic society to learn while I was a military doctor, but luckily I was able to go on to become a professor.

He was hit by a truck and died, but anyway, he was saying he had no experience.

“Why is it yin?”

“I think I need to practice a bit.”

“Practice… …? Why? Haven’t you tried it before?”

“I haven’t tried it.”

“In Joseon… … .”

“I came here when I was young. I haven’t tried it yet. But it’s definitely possible. Cut it from the back and paste it here.”

“Hmm… … But you’ve never tried it?”

Liston looked visibly disappointed, as if he had been thinking of escaping from baldness immediately.

"yes."

“Then I can’t help it.”

But isn't Liston a doctor after all?

He is a person who has always pursued innovation because of his crazy experimental spirit.

Well, most of it is thanks to me, but even so, the fact that we walked together is amazing.

This time, it seemed, was no exception.

Even though it was his own business, and even though it was his own problem, he quickly returned to an objective attitude.

“Then shall we practice?”

“That’s right.”

"egg plant."

“Where to?”

"excuse me."

The place Liston pointed to was the dissection room where our chef was guarding.

I immediately shook my head.

It wasn't that the dissection lab was that bad.

Don't think about the old dissection lab anymore.

As expected from someone who has a background as a chef, he is good at removing blood from corpses and pickling them in formalin, so most of the corpses are barely in the state of decomposition.

Of course, because we are constantly receiving fresh corpses from the police for surgical practice, there are some corpses that are in the process of decomposition…

"why?"

“You shouldn’t just look at the simple technique. You have to plant your head in it and see if it really stays there and grows.”

“Ah… … I see. What the hell… … Then the prisoners?”

“Hmm… … This is just my opinion, but I don’t think it’ll be dangerous. It just looks weird.”

Isn't it a head transplant?

It is not something like flap surgery where you just connect the blood vessels and it's done.

Moreover, although flap surgery is difficult, it is a surgery I have done many times in my past life, so I only practiced on corpses to adapt to the equipment and environmental changes, whereas this is… … .

This is profound.

In some ways, I wonder if there is any other surgery that can have a greater impact on a person's life than this.

That's why I didn't want to do it to the prisoners.

Why can't they just drink urine?

Or maybe you could do a poison reader.

Besides, however many prisoners there may be, they are not as numerous as the overflowing slums of the East End.

“Then… … you want to accept volunteers?”

“Yes. I think it would be okay if we paid them a fee and asked them to do the same thing as you, who are as similar as possible to your brother.”

“Hmm… … I guess they’re more cooperative and all. It’s a similar case to mine… … .”

“This means that there is a peninsula-shaped head left on this head.”

oh.

I did it.

I mentioned the peninsula.

“Oh my gosh… … Now that I think about it, it’s like Italy.”

Fortunately, instead of getting angry, Liston only sighed.

Someday this karma will all come back to me… … .

What can I do?

What matters to me is now.

With all these crazy guys creating smog and claiming it's my fault, shouldn't there be something fun to be had?

It's a pleasure with an obvious ending, but there's nothing I can do about it.

“Okay, then let’s gather the people. If we put out an arrest warrant with the police, they’ll probably gather quickly.”

“I guess so. But I wonder if those guys will also collect bald heads? I think they’ll find it annoying.”

“How much have we done for you so far… … .”

“That’s true.”

The police chief is a partner with us.

Detectives also receive Pochi often.

Haven't you solved other murder cases as well?

Especially the Count, if it weren't for me, he would be dead by now.

So I thought it was natural that you could do something like this… … .

Looking at the people gathered the next day, my thoughts changed a little.

“Why… … did you come?”

The chief came in person.

It's been a while since Damien Kyung came.

This gentleman is also a business partner, but he is more concerned about saving face than Sir Jamie, so he only received a report on the meeting, but he came in person.

In addition, several influential people from London were seen.

Of course, it's not just them, there are also middle-class restaurant owners, doctors at our hospital, detectives, and poor people.

We are all Londoners, but we use different words and live in different places. What unites us all is…

“I don’t have a head either.”

It was hair loss.

Is it true that, like in the song “Gwana,” people with hair loss easily become friends?

Even people who would normally frown upon seeing the lower class simply had hopeful expressions on their faces.

“Poet Piyeong! Please look at me too!”

They were brainless, but I was so dumbfounded that I couldn't say anything and just watched until someone started yelling.

There were a lot of people and they were all crowded together, so I looked around for a while because I thought that person looked like that person, and then one person caught my eye.

“Poet, please!”

He was a man who looked poor at first glance.

The soup is really flowing… … .

That's what it feels like, but in fact, since all the poor people here are like that, it's not really something that stands out.

There was only one reason why he caught my eye.

'You climbed up the mulberry tree?'

I am not Jesus… … .

Climbing up there like Tax Collector Zacchaeus.

I thought this was the extent of hair loss treatment.

“Brother, what should I do? You told me this was practice, right?”

“Yeah, I said it was hair loss treatment practice, I’m sure.”

“But why… … .”

“You wouldn’t know.”

So I asked Liston, and he muttered with a very serious face.

“No one with a brain could possibly know.”