Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 31

Episode 31 Laughing Gas Party [4]

"surgery?"

Dr. Liston paused for a moment, as if he had not expected it.

It wasn't just talk, the person was really just sitting there in a weird position as if something was wrong.

That was while staring at an awkward spot.

“Yes, surgery.”

I thought this might be a good sign.

Wouldn't that be so?

If I looked like that, I would never have hesitated in my life.

It's going to explode on its own, so why are you doing it?

But Dr. Robert was clearly unable to do anything at this moment.

“Wait… … Hmm. That… … If it’s not a dangerous gas… … No, I don’t think it’s dangerous… … .”

In addition, he started talking to himself as if he had forgotten my existence.

In 21st century Korea, you may be able to see cases of people talking to themselves… … .

Isn't this 19th century England?

The word macho does not quite describe the culture here.

No, I mean, is this really the era where people do things that seem like they're going to die just to prove their manliness?

It was truly astonishing that among them, the one who stood almost at the top was Dr. Robert Liston, who continued to speak in a seemingly weak monologue.

“I’ve already sucked it four or five times. Hmm… … Ummm… … Surgery using laughing gas… … Ummm… … .”

It was still like that now.

Just when I was starting to get a little bored, but was still too scared to say anything, the professor grabbed my shoulder.

“Oh, ouch. It hurts.”

“Have you ever tried this experiment?”

“Huh? No. I think so… … Ouch. It hurts so much.”

“Ah, yeah.”

and.

What kind of person's hand hurts this much, even though it's not a hook?

It was only after Dr. Robert let me go and rubbed my shoulder for a moment before I could utter a word other than a moan.

I was 100% bruised.

Anyway, I quickly opened my mouth because I thought that if I delayed any longer, I would get bruises in other places too.

“I came to you as soon as I thought of this.”

“Really? Hmm. I guess I’ll have to try an experiment.”

“Oh, yes.”

It's an experiment.

Yeah, it was a good idea to talk to the professor.

Since we have research funds, let's buy some lab rats… … and make them drink this and do something about it, right?

To calculate capacity, you need a scale, you need to measure the volume, and most importantly, you need an instrument that can accurately calculate the amount of gas that goes in.

‘Wow… … Even if I estimate, this is money… … This isn’t something that can be done with just a penny or two?’

It seemed like it would cost a huge amount of money.

“Would you like to try it?”

"yes?"

Aren't doctors originally like that?

Unless you open a practice, thinking about money will make your mind stop.

I hated that kind of thing in the first place, so I stayed at the university hospital, and it was even more so.

Even just thinking about money for a moment made my eyes dizzy.

At that moment, the question came up, 'Would you like to try it?'

“I would appreciate it if you let me do it.”

“Oh. Can you do that for me?”

It's better to experiment than to count money.

Of course… … It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything with a rat.

But since I am a surgeon by profession, my hands are quite delicate.

I was confident that even now, it would be possible to cut and reattach the femoral artery without using a loupe (surgical scope).

I like this body because it is strong in many ways, but the eyes are especially good.

“Good. Medicine will not forget your sacrifice.”

“Yes, a sacrifice?”

Sacrifice, huh?

I wondered what he was talking about.

If taking the time to experiment is a sacrifice, Robert, you are too generous… … .

'That can't be true. It's not that kind of time… '

First of all, even if Dr. Robert were in the 21st century, wouldn't he be the kind of person who would exploit others?

I've never been exploited before, but the impression I got was a bit odd.

The size is also like that.

First of all, aren't all your colleagues like Dr. Blundell also getting fired?

So the sacrifice this man was talking about must have been a real sacrifice.

'Is that crazy guy trying to cut off my leg? …?'

I wondered if that made sense.

But to think that way, this era was a time of terrible barbarism.

I don't think it was like this even in Roman times… … For some reason, it was like this in the 19th century.

“No, just a moment!”

“But why.”

Fear consumed my whole body.

It couldn't just end like this.

I mustered up my courage and grabbed Dr. Robert, who was holding the doorknob and obviously going for the knife.

The doctor looked back, and I met his eyes.

'If I make a mistake, I'll die here… … .'

I have never seen a tiger before, but its eyes alone were enough to make me think it was so ferocious.

“What, what sacrifice.”

“Ah… … Aren’t you volunteering?”

No, so what kind of resource is it?

If you want to experiment, I'll do it.

I am more confident than anyone else in this era that I can do clinical trials better.

But if the target is me… … .

That won't happen.

This is absolutely unacceptable.

'Even if I make a hundred concessions and say I can live without at least one leg… … .'

But can you survive when you cut it?

I wouldn't be able to survive.

I'm not that strong of a person…

It was clear that my white blood cells and antibodies would not be able to withstand that human's sword.

“What… … resource… … .”

“Hahaha! Did you know that I would cut off your legs?”

The professor laughed heartily, as if he had read the fear in my eyes.

Seeing that smile made me feel a little relieved.

Well, maybe I was a bit harsh?

Would you ever cut off a person's leg?

Besides, he didn't seem like a jerk to the point where he would laugh like that and say he would cut it off again.

So I tried to smile, but the professor suddenly stopped smiling and said.

“I’m going to pull this out. Haha. There aren’t that many teeth. It wouldn’t be a problem if there weren’t one.”

and…….

This crazy guy… … .

Are you saying you're going to pull out people's teeth right now?

Are you a doctor?

‘What organization exists for nothing… … .’

Aren't you a church goer?

Even if you're not a doctor… …Huh? Isn't this the time when you should think that there's no way God created an organization for nothing?

To whom do you offer prayers before meals?

Are you a devil worshipper?

“Haha, don’t be nervous. If this really works, it won’t hurt. If not, it will.”

Before we talk about pain… … .

Don't laugh at me when I say I'll pull out someone else's teeth…

I wish I could say that to this person's face, but unfortunately I'm not that courageous.

I was so scared that I couldn't say anything even in front of a professor at a university hospital…

'That doesn't mean the tooth can be pulled out… … Turn around, head!'

But it was not something I could do if I kept silent and inhaled laughing gas and got pulled out.

So, I followed behind Dr. Robert Liston, who seemed to be somewhat excited, and rolled my head.

As I rolled and rolled, it occurred to these people that I was a Joseon person.

No, I was right. I was Korean.

'Confucianism. It's Confucianism!'

Body parts and parents.

Hohohohoho.

Yeah, this one.

This is it!

"professor."

"huh?"

“Aren’t I a Korean?”

“Yeah. I know that.”

I quickened my pace and headed sideways.

We couldn't even stand shoulder to shoulder.

This guy is really big.

“In our country, Joseon, we place great importance on filial piety.”

“That’s how we are too. That’s what a human should be like.”

“That… … That’s not the level we value. We need to be more lenient… … One of them is the concept of parents who are physically and mentally disabled.”

“What does that mean?”

He was looking at me with a face like, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Even my steps stopped.

It would have been the same for me too.

We are just about to make a great advance in medicine, a great step forward, and yet we keep spitting it out.

But wasn't it me who took that step?

I was qualified.

At least I deserve to not have my teeth pulled out.

“Ah… … So, you have to cherish everything you receive from your parents?”

"yes."

“Then why did you cut your hair?”

"yes?"

Mr. Ha.

I explained it in a difficult way, but surprisingly, he understood it very well and asked me sharp questions.

But isn't that a mouth that's already started to grow hair?

I don't know any Koreans other than myself.

So I decided to just brush it off.

“Hair grows back, but teeth don’t grow back. This is definitely not something I created.”

“It’s unscientific.”

“But this is our belief. Isn’t it unbiblical?”

“Hmm… … Hmm. Well… … I understand then. If you insist on refusing the glory that comes from your idea, I won’t offer you any more.”

“Thank you for understanding. And I’m sorry.”

“Huh? No, that’s not true. The idea is good. And the people who volunteer are strong and tough.”

Are you hungry?

How could that be…?

I'm having my teeth pulled out.

Knock knock.

As I was walking with those thoughts, I found myself in a classroom.

Blundell was in class, and it was understandable that he would be upset if the door opened during the lecture.

“Who… … ah.”

But isn't Robert Liston a very good anger management suppressant?

Blundell calmed down his anger with surprising speed and asked in a calm voice.

“What's going on?”

“Here’s a review that gave me an idea.”

But when he looked at me, he had a rather mysterious face.

The idea I came up with was definitely helpful, but wasn't it also a bit annoying in some ways?

Now that I look at it, my hands are shaking as if I just went to the hospital room.

It would be a bit strange if I didn't get angry.

Of course, we are considering changing the guidelines to allow only soap to be used before treating a patient, not before surgery, but it is still premature.

I was going to stick with this obvious method until it became a habit that everyone had to wash their hands.

“Laughing gas. You all know that, right?”

“Yes. I know. Don’t you know that?”

Dr. Robert Liston continued.

“If you drink this, the pain goes away… … What if we use it during surgery?”

“Hahahaha! That makes sense! It’s already been years since that came out… … If that was true, I would have written it already!”

“So have you ever tried it?”

“None.”

“What about the experiment?”

“No. Don’t look at me like that. It’s scary.”

Blundell chuckled at that, then started looking at the floor.

Dr. Robert Liston, who had taken over the classroom with such momentum, continued speaking.

“So let’s try this. Why don’t we drink this and pull out the tooth?”

It didn't make any sense.

What kind of experiments are they doing on people all of a sudden?

Pull that out too?

You crazy guys.

“Aha. That? That’s a good idea.”

“Yes. It hurts. Pulling it out doesn’t cause any problems.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Despite my thoughts, two prominent medical school professors continued their discussion on this lottery.

“So, by the way, anyone willing to volunteer? This is your chance to contribute to the advancement of medicine!”

No, not a discussion… … .

What should I say about this?

Crazy stuff?

“Me!”

“Me!”

Of course, it seemed like I was the only one who thought this was crazy.

Everyone raised their hands, including my close friend Joseph and my dear senior Alfred.

'Don't do it… you crazy bastards… don't do it!'