Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 3

Episode 3 19th Century [3]

“Ah.”

Unfortunately, I didn't faint.

I definitely felt like I was going to faint, but the weight of my life as a surgeon for over 10 years was holding me back.

Thanks to you?

No, because of that I had to see all the follow-up actions.

“How long did it take?”

Dr. Robert Liston asked his assistant with a look of knowingness before asking.

Then the assistant also answered with a proud, truly broad smile.

“32 seconds to cut. About 5 minutes to suture.”

“The surgery was successful.”

okay.

That's a confession.

It takes 32 seconds to cut off a real human leg.

I wanted to call my orthopedic friends over and show them to them.

This person does the amputation surgery that you guys put so much effort into and perform with such difficulty in just 30 seconds.

'Without anesthesia or disinfection… … and even with bare hands.'

Shit.

I keep swearing.

I'm not that kind of person.

Aren't you the kind of person who can tolerate racism even when it's blatantly exposed right in front of you?

How could that be possible? It was because I was treated so badly by my superiors at the university hospital.

I did everything I could to become a real professor.

'Bare-handed?'

But isn't this a bit too much?

Surgery with bare hands?

Do some martial arts, with your bare hands!

“Oh, but did the patient survive?”

Of course, it seemed too early to be surprised.

They said the surgery was successful, but now they're checking to see if the patient is alive.

19th century… … .

Aren't you going too far?

“Oh, just a moment.”

wait a minute?

Dude, you're still a doctor… … .

They should have checked to see if the patient was alive during the surgery.

“Uh… … Ah, yes. I’m alive. For now.”

“Then it was really successful.”

Dr. Liston nodded to his assistant's words and threw the knife he had just used to cut off the leg into his bag.

As expected, the newly discovered blood stains and grease stains were not even wiped off.

It seemed that he also believed that this was evidence of experience.

That son of a bitch.

“Now, Londoners!”

Liston laughed and shouted.

He was a big guy, and as we saw earlier, he had incredible natural prowess, so it felt like the entire plaza was shaking.

“As you have just seen, my surgical skills are the best in London! If anyone needs to have a leg, an arm, a jaw, or anything else amputated, come to me! I can do it in 30 seconds. As you know, it takes me five minutes, not one! For me, it takes 30 seconds. Just 30 seconds of pain!”

Now that I listen to it, it turns out that it wasn't a wrong statement.

In the first place, isn't this an era where there is no such thing as anesthesia?

'Surely he wouldn't do that if he had anesthesia.'

My memory is vague, but it seems like it hasn't been that long since I was given proper anesthesia.

If someone asked me why I didn't know as a doctor, I had something to say confidently.

History of medicine.

Yeah, good topic.

I think I should know that too?

But in medical school, where there is a lot of studying to do, this is a subject that you just pass or fail, so of course, you only had to look at your family tree.

'Whether to cut it in 5 minutes without anesthesia or in 30 seconds… … I think it definitely makes a difference.'

But looking at it, it didn't seem like the patient would survive.

"eww……."

I'm just now waking up and groaning… … .

First of all, I drank a lot of alcohol before the surgery.

They cut it with a knife without anesthesia.

And they didn't even disinfect it.

There was a lot of bleeding, but there was no blood transfusion or anything.

'I didn't know it would take this long to list the reasons for death.'

It was so horrible that I was just gaping at the sight when someone slammed my back.

When I looked back, it was an old man.

“Hey, hey, Upton hillbilly looks like he’s in a lot of shock today. Is he really that scared?”

Not scary.

If you're not scared of someone being chopped to pieces and killed right in front of you, are you even human?

But the nuance of what the old man was talking about was just this sight, and I wasn't stupid enough not to notice something like that.

“No? I’m fine.”

Again, this kind of sight was actually nothing to me.

Although modern surgery is advancing and being replaced by ultra-precision surgery.

Still, trauma surgery, orthopedic surgery, or open surgery were truly horrific.

Even though the feeling is a little different… … .

Anyway, this saying is familiar!

“What about you, Joseph? Do you still want to be a surgeon?”

The old man, who had been studying my face closely, looked back at Joseph with the thought that it was okay.

Joseph had the aforementioned face.

“Yes. I want to be like that, Father.”

Then he started mumbling the same thing he had been mumbling with a blank expression earlier.

It shouldn't be like that.

Well, that was something I could have fixed by being there.

I don't know when that will happen, but anyway.

“Uh… … Sir?”

As I was thinking about that, the old man started walking forward.

No matter what, there was blood spurting out underneath, but I just walked away.

Then he spoke to Dr. Liston.

“I… … Doctor?”

He had a ferocious face and blood splattered across it, so he looked more like a boss than a doctor, and when I actually spoke to him and our eyes met, I saw him flinch.

“Haha. Don’t be afraid. I’m a doctor, a doctor.”

Liston chuckled, perhaps it was a familiar reaction.

Then, with the kindest smile he could muster, he asked, still without wiping the blood off.

“But what’s going on?”

Of course I could verify it.

That Liston had taken note of the old man's demeanor before giving him a friendly smile.

My eyes were spinning so fast I thought I was having a seizure.

Even though he lives in a small town called Upton, he's still one of the richest people there.

Since I don't usually take it off when I work, it may smell a little bit like sweat, but the material of the clothes themselves is high quality.

If you are a doctor… … .

Even though this is a 21st century thought, I don't think he would have recognized me since he probably lived quite a bit anyway.

“Oh, that guy over there is my son. And next to him is my son’s best friend.”

"ah……?"

“He is a Joseon person. He lives next to the Qing Dynasty. He is a person who believes in God.”

"aha."

Dr. Liston paused for a moment, then nodded to the man's words.

First of all, I got the feeling that it was something a rich person said, and that he was thinking of them as children of the same God and moving on.

The old man continued speaking, seeming to feel the same way.

“And they both dream of becoming surgeons.”

“A surgeon?”

“Money doesn’t matter. I have to support both of them anyway.”

"ah……"

“If I can, I will also support the professor.”

“Ha, hahahaha. Let’s not stand here and talk about this. Let’s talk as we go.”

“The patient… … .”

“The assistant will see. Hahaha.”

At the mention of sponsorship, Dr. Liston's eyes lit up again.

'You don't have money… …?'

It was strange.

Wasn't he the best doctor in London?

It's the early to mid 19th century now… … so I guess it's safe to say that London is the greatest city in the world.

Of course, when I see this dark sky and the streets and people who are either wandering beggars or just passersby, I wonder if it's the best.

Anyway, I followed him, wondering why he was like that, when he must have a lot of money if he was a doctor in that kind of place.

“This is the medical school I attend.”

“Oh… … I’ve heard of it too. It’s a prestigious school, huh?”

“Yes, it’s our school in London. And I’m there too.”

“Haha, are you being foolish?”

“How about… … Would you like to come and see something?”

“Is that okay? I’m an outsider.”

Actually, the school was quite a grand building.

The vines growing here and there on the stone building and the atmosphere alone gave off a strong feeling that you shouldn't enter carelessly.

Plus there were security guards.

Rather than giving off the feeling of being an old man, he was the kind of security guard who gave off the feeling that if you touched him, you'd get in trouble.

If I had to be specific, I would say they are like military police.

'I also graduated from Seoul National University.'

Aren't universities in Korea also used as picnic spots?

Compared to that, this place was solemn itself.

“Okay, let’s go in.”

But as Dr. Liston laughed heartily, the security guard standing nearby quickly stepped aside.

“This is the classroom.”

They also showed me the classroom.

It just happened.

It'll be hot in summer.

It must be cold in winter.

I guess that's all I get.

"town."

Then, as Liston's footsteps led deeper into the cave, and we followed behind him, a strange smell began to rise.

At first I thought it was the smell of medicine.

After all, medical schools are places that, whether in the past or present, cannot help but be connected to hospitals.

'No, that's not true? But don't you think this kind of medicine shouldn't exist?'

As time went by, I began to think that it wasn't a medicinal smell.

When I looked around, the old man's face was already on the verge of vomiting.

It wasn't much different because he was Joseph.

The only one who looked calm was Liston.

“Oh, this guy here… …what’s his name?”

No, I guess that's what it looked like to me too.

Liston looked at me and asked my name, and I answered.

“I’m Tae-pyeong. You can just call me Pyeong.”

“Bloodshot?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“Yeah. You seem to be doing okay, but before you go in, block your nose with this.”

They gave me some cotton, so I held it in my nose for a while.

I did that because I was thinking that I had to stop it if anything happened.

The old man and Joseph also quickly covered their noses as if they were possessed by something.

I couldn't help it because I thought it was a harmful and dangerous smell.

Squeak-

After making sure we had all covered our noses, Liston opened the wooden door in front of us.

“Ugh.”

As soon as it opened, the old man started running around.

It's not just a fully grown adult, but a man who has been through a lot and is running away.

It was a sight that anyone would find shocking.

But now no one said anything.

It seemed like this wasn't the first time something like this had happened, but rather a common occurrence.

It was natural.

“Joseph. Are you okay?”

“I closed my eyes.”

“Uh… … Good job.”

Beyond the door was the dissection room.

dissecting room.

Yeah, I didn't really like this when I was a student either.

It was because of the smell of formalin, not for any other reason.

Your eyes are sore and it's a bit weird, right?

‘I feel like I need formalin… … .’

Sorry, formalin.

Did you get unfairly criticized?

Yes, you were the reason we were able to dissect uncorrupted corpses and learn properly… … .

“Now, this is the best dissecting room in London.”

First of all, Paris… … .

There were too many flies flying around.

Of course, there were eggs laid here and there and maggots too.

Even though people who were either assistants or students were sweeping with brooms, there were still maggots mixed in.

'Looking at that sight… … can you say it's the best?'

Could this be happening elsewhere too?

No, I don't think that will work.

“It’s much more hygienic than other places!”

okay.

This time I really wanted to faint.