Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 299

Episode 299: Hair Loss in London [3]

"hmm."

“Umm… … .”

Liston, I, and my disciples were all looking at the five patients before our eyes.

It appears that the overflow of urban slums is not just a problem in London.

In Hanover too… … .

'After all that, isn't your skin in good condition?'

'Oh. Is that so? Now that I think about it… … .'

I was convinced that he had been brought in for unavoidable reasons, but after hearing Liston's words, it seemed that wasn't the case.

So when I asked, I found out that they were indeed not poor, but people who could just make a living.

If I got that kind of rating by my current standards, not my old standards, then I'm sure they're just farting people in Hanover.

In other words, these are people who paid their own money to come here, and on top of that, they are people who are willing to actively cooperate with the treatment.

'That's good.'

'Hmm.'

'But why?'

'Because the treatment will be very different from that of my brother.'

'huh?'

I looked closely at the five patients with that thought in mind.

Since there was already a report, all five patients were lying naked in the hospital room.

I don't know if I should call it a blessing or a curse, but these gentlemen were Germanic, so they had more hair than the average British person.

That's a good thing… … .

Even without a head, it's too much.

I felt like this would only give the impression that there was no hair even if you pulled the hair out from somewhere else.

Liston himself was serious, but compared to them, he felt as if he was just plain as sorry about his hair loss.

I think it would be okay to just roughly cut the back of the head and plant it.

'Huh? I see. The situations are so different.'

For example, this meant that no matter how much treatment was given to these people, they could not be used as practice for Liston.

So when I told him that, Liston shyly showed me his belly.

It was more like a lower abdomen rather than a belly.

'I'm just as affluent here as everyone else.'

It's not that it's not, it's so lush that you could say it's lush.

A person has a jungle inside his body… … .

It's enough to make the Germanic people go away.

Well, this person isn't just a human, he's a martial artist… … .

'What are you thinking about again?'

'Oh, no. No.'

But whether it was silent or not, it was a completely different story to plant it in my head.

'I told you before. What would happen if you planted crops that grow well elsewhere in a wasteland?'

'I was just watching and I thought maybe mine was a little lacking.'

'No, no. It's okay. You're different, hyung. Not to this extent at all.'

'Really? That's good… … But then I guess I won't be able to practice.'

'Well… … it'll be okay. There are many people who can do it. However, it'll take a month or two to see the results properly. Can you endure that?'

Fortunately, Liston, who had a pretty good medical head, immediately understood what I was saying.

That was the idea in my head.

'It's hard to bear.'

It didn't seem to be a heart.

Liston took a deep breath.

After briefly running a hand over my bangs, I felt like I would sigh.

Compared to the people lying here, it's a lot better, but when I just glanced at it, my hair was so thin that I thought it might just fall off.

'For your information, it's a condition where it's difficult to even hold back a fist.'

'Ah, ah.'

'Stop looking at me. If it weren't for you, I would have killed you.'

'All right.'

I lost my mind for a moment at the sight of stringed instruments tinkling, and almost lost it forever.

Anyway, after checking the patient again with my disciples, I gave a brief briefing.

It was simple to say, but it was full of words that even the most brilliant medical staff of the 19th century, except for our group, would not be able to understand.

Thinking about it, I was speechless for a moment.

I did that because I was so deeply moved.

The first person to be touched by this emotion was none other than Joseph, the Demon King of Disinfection, who had come to me from Upton as my friend and disciple.

“Here… … Disinfect thoroughly like this.”

“Do you hate hair too?”

“Huh? You have to pluck out the hair and implant it, but you can’t shave it.”

“But disinfection… … .”

“That’s why I nominated you. Even if the hair is long, make sure to clean it thoroughly so that it is completely disinfected.”

“Ah… … Ahh.”

Joseph clasped his hands together, looking into the empty space, where it was hard to tell whether he could see a ghost or something.

The face was also slightly raised… … .

It may seem like that, but there is absolutely no reason to worry about entrusting it to someone for disinfection.

-Joseph! That kid needs to be put in a mental hospital!

People are so serious about disinfection that anyone can disinfect anything, so petitions like this come in quite frequently.

Maybe if I wasn't there… … .

If it weren't for that, there wouldn't have been any problem with disinfection, right?

If I had ever come to grips with the concept of self-disinfection, there's a high probability that I would have ended up in a mental hospital.

During this period, mental hospitals were essentially prisons serving life sentences, and even sane people would go crazy after spending their entire lives with rats, maggots, and untreated, neglected mental patients.

“Oh, please do this from the crown of my head to my forehead.”

"ah."

I wanted to leave it feeling good, but wasn't there more to disinfect?

It needs to be planted on the head, but what will happen if it is left here?

If an infection occurs… … .

It would have turned out to be something I didn't even want to imagine.

Even if your limbs are infected to the point where they can't be helped, there's a high chance that you'll survive with one swing of Liston's sword, but if you cut off your head, wouldn't you be put to death immediately?

Oh, that doesn't mean we're going to be executed.

What if we kill doctors for making a mistake while treating a patient? Who would do such a noble thing?

"excuse me."

"huh?"

As I was thinking about that, Joseph, who had been moving closer to the patient, came over with a rather troubled expression on his face.

'Where is this forehead?'

'ah.'

I thought that at this time, any medical question could be answered 100%.

I knew the answer, but there might be a situation where I would be embarrassed to tell the answer because I was afraid I would be accused of being a witch, but I thought I knew it all unconditionally… … .

As expected, people shouldn't be too arrogant.

I have no idea, either.

'Just roughly draw the line you think of. You'll have to disinfect it more widely anyway.'

'Ah… … Okay. I will do that.'

So I said it roughly.

I know that the forehead line isn't supposed to be determined like this.

There is even a thing called forehead line plastic surgery.

But at least the British won't say anything.

Aren't these guys the ones who draw borders so roughly?

If we consider the pros and cons of the two issues, the forehead line will likely be of much less importance.

“Well, the surgery will be… …under general anesthesia. It might look a little weird at first. But I’m sure it’ll get better after a few months.”

“Then please start with me.”

“Hmm. We’ll do it tomorrow anyway, at least for the sake of eating.”

"ah……."

“Please be patient even if you are in a hurry, because you will need to undergo a preoperative examination beforehand.”

“Preoperative examination… …? Is there something like that?”

“Yes. There’s a reason why this is the best hospital in London… …so it’s the best hospital in the world.”

“Well, I guess it would be different anyway.”

The line was roughly decided, and the surgical plan was being carried out at a rapid pace.

If it were before, I would have just gone home, but now I couldn't do that.

That's because there was something called a pre-operative examination.

-Why on earth are you doing this… … .

-Don't do this to satisfy your wickedness.

At first, everyone was very upset.

However, after Liston learned firsthand that even with the same amputation, the results were much better if some corrections were made through my preoperative examination, it became a natural procedure.

I can understand the medical reasoning, but what can I do if Liston says he will physically convince me if I don't do it?

“Please sit here.”

“Hmm. This is… … ?”

“I’m measuring your blood pressure.”

“Blood pressure… …?”

First of all, measure your blood pressure.

Actually, this doesn't really mean much.

First of all, since the reliability of blood pressure monitors was low, it was impossible to know whether the blood pressure itself was accurate or not.

Moreover, even if it came out high, it wasn't like there was anything you could do about it.

That's because there is no medicine.

-Can't you just feed it to Jinsaeng?

Will Jinseng, or red ginseng, help?

I don't know.

I don't know, but you shouldn't eat anything before surgery.

Because the blood becomes thinner, the amount of bleeding increases.

It may be a bit over the top to worry about bleeding during a hair transplant, but it's still right to be careful.

'Blood pressure is just for my research.'

I was leaving it here to use as statistics later on, whether I was taking medicine or doing something else.

Also, since patients tend to like it when doctors do something for them, it was also beneficial for building rapport.

“Okay, now go pee here.”

Of course, the second test was the really important one.

"piss……?"

“Yes, our testing device will check if you have diabetes or any other diseases.”

“Ah, ah. Come to think of it, this place is famous for treating diabetes.”

“Yes. If you have diabetes, you may start to lose hair. Also, if you have diabetes, the survival rate of hair transplantation will decrease.”

“Ugh… … This is it. This is a really bad… … bad disease. Can I see it from here?”

“Oh, no. I guess it doesn’t matter since you’re already naked… … but still, over there.”

“Oh, yes yes.”

I took five urine samples and gave them to our hospital's testing machine.

"hmm."

Since there were many patients scheduled for surgery tomorrow, it seemed like the equipment had already reached its limits.

It seems like they've already tested about 20 of them, so it makes sense.

Compared to 21st century devices, 19th century devices are bound to be less durable.

"why."

“No, it’s not.”

Of course, the machine was able to force the inspection because it had a passion that it could not have.

“The third person… … has a bit of diabetes.”

“I see. To what extent?”

“It’s not that bad.”

“Then I guess I won’t need insulin… … I’ll just have to block it out for a short time with dietary restrictions.”

"yes yes."

“Any other strange opinions?”

“The fifth person… … appears to have an infection.”

"syphilis?"

“It doesn’t feel like syphilis… … No. I’m not sure.”

Moreover, conversation is also possible.

You can just think of it as artificial intelligence.

Although it costs a lot of money, I thought it was worth it if I thought of it as a kind of social contribution that I could spend as much as I wanted as an elite.

'If you can tell whether someone has syphilis or not just by tasting them, are you a human?'

I patted our device on the shoulder with that thought in mind and circled the name of the fifth patient.

I called Joseph Bora, but he was sure it would hurt more when he got it disinfected.

He's already a crazy person who cleans his penis so thoroughly, but how much more so would he clean his penis if he were told he had an STD?

It's not like I felt sorry or anything.

Maybe try moving it to your head… … .

I can't even imagine what might happen.

'Okay. Everything is going well.'

Anyway, our hospital was about to become the first in the world to attempt hair loss treatment.

That also meant that the future would soon change.