Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 304

Episode 304 William IV [2]

“Ahem.”

I cleared my throat for a moment.

I also raised my chin slightly, but of course, not to the extent that the other person would feel, 'Is this kid being cocky?'

I think it's okay to just think of it as a slight tilt.

Because the opponent is a king.

If you try to show confidence and end up being disliked, what kind of stupid thing is that?

'The professors spoke informally to me.'

He is not my teacher.

At that time, the civic consciousness of the Republic of Korea had already been significantly improved.

Longer than that… … .

So, when I entered school, there were already professors who were professors with a stone chair.

I heard that they smoked in the examination room and spoke informally to patients.

Some people think that is the authority of a doctor.

There was even someone who complained while drinking that the world had become strange and patients were not listening.

'It's even older now than it was then.'

19th century… … .

Common sense would suggest that doctors' authority should be higher at this time, but that is not the case.

Even now, even if you go to a place that has a university hospital sign, not in the back alleys of London, it is a world of quacks.

Even if it's a plausible-looking quack, there could be a problem… … .

The problem with these kids is that they act like idiots, obviously.

And of course, patients are dying for ridiculous reasons.

What in the meantime? The authority of a doctor?

'Authority comes from ability… … .'

In general, it is said that in this day and age, doctors were considered to be the lowest of the lowly human beings.

But I'm a little different, right?

There are already many cases piling up.

Besides, I know the future.

I don't remember the king's name, but I remember hearing that the previous king passed away less than a month after Princess Victoria turned 18.

That's William IV.

"your majesty."

If you think about it again, it's still right.

Thanks to that, I was able to open my mouth with a confident face.

One of the guards standing behind me frowned as he watched me like that.

There are usually no good people among those who flatter those in power, but wouldn't it be even more so if they were doctors?

You've probably never seen anything good.

That's okay though.

The king is focused on me.

“Okay, tell me.”

It's only natural, seeing as how my younger brother had no hair and then had it again.

Besides, the wild rumors about me are probably playing a part.

Up until now, I've honestly been annoyed by people calling normal people retards, but now I feel like I'm getting something in return.

“Your Majesty, you will live for at least four more years.”

“Oh… … Then?”

“There will never be an unwanted regent. However.”

"but?"

What does my expression look like right now?

Wouldn't that seem too presumptuous?

Or would it make me look like a scammer?

Despite these worries, I did not give in and kept talking.

“I need a little help from you.”

“What kind of help is this?”

“First of all, please allow me to become Your Majesty’s personal physician. I’m not asking you to allow me to become one of the personal physicians.”

“Huh? Then… … ?”

“I should be the only doctor. I don’t like to badmouth people in the same industry, but… … In fact, aren’t they all quacks? Most of the prescriptions they give are not helpful, but rather poisonous.”

I mean this sincerely.

I have no interest in monopolizing power or anything like that.

It may be wrong to look down on people, but isn't it true that 19th century medicine had aspects that deserved even empty respect?

“Umm… … Fire all my doctors?”

“Yes. My team will handle it, not just me. That would be much better for Your Majesty. Besides, considering Your Majesty’s current health, it’s not like you need many doctors.”

“Umm… … .”

I thought about that and wiggled my tongue hard.

I glanced at His Majesty's face, and it seemed to me that he was halfway there.

Normally, if this happens, it would all go away over time, but… … .

In bloody 19th century London, things might have been a little different.

Even if it is a wrong common sense, isn't it a world view that everyone shares?

If you do that, you might end up doubting me.

Besides, don't I just look like someone who'd be suspicious?

What I'm saying is that we need to do more.

“If Your Majesty cannot live for more than four years, I will risk my life.”

“Huh, life? What kind of medieval talk are you talking about?”

“That’s how confident I am. Look at Sir Jamie. He also wasn’t in good health, but he got much better after meeting me.”

“Well… … but is that rumor true?”

"which……."

“Sir Jamie’s body parts… … .”

“Unfortunately, it is true. This is also something that happened because I met another doctor, not me.”

“I see. Hmm.”

William IV was, as expected, extremely shaken by my boasts.

He was noticeably fiddling with his mustache and his legs were shaking.

I understand.

If there are people who claim to be His Majesty's personal physicians now, they must be quite famous in London.

It won't be an easy decision to kick all those guys out and bring me in alone.

“It’s not easy to decide right now. Oh, I’m not doubting your abilities.”

“I fully understand, Your Majesty. I would appreciate it if you would just acknowledge that my advice comes from the heart.”

“Yeah, yeah. Even if it’s not this time, we’ll see each other sooner or later.”

"yes?"

“Isn’t there supposed to be a title award ceremony? You didn’t come here just to see your younger brother. There must have been so many rumors about you.”

"ah……."

I can feel it in your eyes.

If I had acted a little strange today, I probably wouldn't have become a reporter.

That doesn't mean that your range of movement is restricted right now, though…

But the future I dream of would have become even more distant.

'phew.'

I continued, sighing in relief.

“Thank you for your kind words, Your Majesty.”

“Haha. Okay. I’ll see you soon. Until then, please take care of my little brother.”

“Please don’t worry, Your Majesty. I will do my best as always.”

So, after sending William IV away, I returned to Duke Adolphus and examined his head.

Of course, since it is not the kind of hair that falls out immediately after planting, there was no significant change.

As I was entering the break room after giving him some nice words, Liston came running up to me and asked.

“What did Your Majesty say?”

It was an expected question.

Didn't you have a private meeting with the king?

For people like Sir Jamie or Sir Damien, it might be different, but for others, it was something that might happen once in a lifetime.

“I suggested you see your primary care physician.”

“Ah… … With our fame, we can do it.”

“Just us.”

"huh?"

“Brother. Aren’t all the other guys just idiots?”

“That’s… … but… … if we cut everything out and only do it for ourselves… … there’d be a lot of complaints, right?”

“Who is it? Your Majesty?”

“No… …Why do you only think about people of higher rank? Aren’t there people who get cut off?”

"ah."

That's right.

I just realized that I was messing with someone's rice bowl.

Even if I had a good reason for doing it, it was still a bit risky.

In fact, even in the 21st century, weren't there situations where doctors had to remain silent even though they could see something that was 'nonsense'?

If this escalates into a fight over a bowl of rice, we'll both have to take some hits.

The problem was that in the 21st century, there might only be a psychological impact, but now there could also be a physical impact.

"hey!"

It didn't even take a few days.

When Liston was not there, someone approached him.

Even though it was an unfamiliar face, I could tell just by looking at it.

“You dare to step over my position as your personal physician… … ugh.”

He probably intended for a time when Liston was not around.

There's a Black Liston here, so I wouldn't dare attack him.

But that's not all my escort is, right?

It is no exaggeration to say that Kim Tae-pyeong, the heart-puller, is the de facto mastermind behind the London gangs.

They are the kind of guys who can hit you in the back of the head when they've outlived their usefulness, but rather than becoming trash, aren't they now on the verge of forming a relationship with the king?

“Should I kill you?”

A slaughterhouse official was following me with his men.

I remember him habitually saying 'Shall I kill you?' so often that I asked him if he thought I was a cow, and he hurriedly shook his head and said the following.

-It's easier to kill a person than a cow.

Yeah, that's right.

Still, it's a bit much to kill a nobleman who was even the king's personal physician in broad daylight.

If he had fired a gun or pulled out a knife, that would be different, but if he tried to punch me, then… … .

'I don't think it will be a problem, though.'

I am a generous person.

It was like that in my past life, and it is like that now.

'More than anything, it's a bit weird to hear that I became a doctor through force.'

Aren't there already a lot of rumors about me?

These words came from the mouth of no one else but the king.

It seems that people only remember the blood drawn from his heart rather than winning the match because he suffered pericardial tamponade on the day of the surgical match.

No matter how much I think about it, other than that, there's nothing particularly misleading about what I've done so far.

“Let go. How bad must you be for a doctor to come and punch you?”

“You, you… … .”

“Oh, I’ll let you go now, but keep in mind that I can kill you at any time.”

"uh……."

Look at the way he immediately clenches his eyes when I tell him to let go.

No matter how generous I am, this is hard to tolerate.

So I threatened him and immediately his voice died down.

“Let’s go according to our abilities, according to our abilities.”

I patted his shoulder to cheer him up.

Why don't you just do it to the best of your ability?

I don't know what method they'll use to evaluate your skills, but…

No matter what I do, I don't think I'll lose.

If you feel like you're going to lose, you can just brush it off.

The unwinnable game has begun, that's what I'm saying!

“DP Young Kim, come forward.”

It's not like the London guys are slow at getting things done for a day or two.

It's a bit unexpected that there wasn't a single word about the attending physician…

Fortunately, the knighthood was held as scheduled.

I stepped forward when my name was called and took my place next to Liston, who had already knelt before me.

“I, I… … Those guys with no basis… … .”

I heard muttering from somewhere.

How dare you say that in the presence of His Majesty the King.

But what can I do?

What can you do?

What can you do other than curse at best?

Besides, if it's a curse, then this is my specialty… … .

“Ugh.”

huh.

At some coincidental timing, a groan came out from the same voice that had just let out a complaint.

thud.

If that were all, I wouldn't know, but I even heard the sound of someone falling.

I looked up at the sky without realizing it.

'Really… … I'm a sorcerer?'

Then I asked like this, but there was no answer.

Instead, what began to be heard were screams.

“Soo, don’t breathe!”