Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 312

Episode 312 Demonstration [2]

What kind of symbolism would it be to completely strip a person naked, place them on an operating table, and ask them how they feel?

Even if I'm alone like this… … .

No, let's make an exception because if I stay like this alone, that day will probably be the day I die again.

Anyway, being surrounded by so many people didn't make me feel very good.

“Haha. I’ll pray.”

But that doesn't mean we can frown when His Majesty the King talks about prayer.

So I laughed.

“It looks nice.”

The Prime Minister, who was looking down at me like that, laughed heartily.

The king and the prime minister are gathered together and laughing.

Not only that, there are also dukes and counts.

“I was saved thanks to you, but now I have to see something like this.”

Since he was a person who almost died from typhoid fever, he came to see me and thanked me.

What would his face look like if he found out that the chef was alive and well and working in the anatomy lab of this building?

“Oh no… no.”

I thought it wouldn't be good, so I answered hurriedly.

Not only these people, but almost all of those present came up to me and said a word of encouragement.

Since they were all people of high status, it seemed like they had manners ingrained in them.

If they were really polite people, I don't think they would have come here in the first place…

"professor."

“Ouch.”

As I was thinking that, someone appeared in front of my head.

It was Alfred.

It's a face I see every day, but today for some reason it looks scary.

“Don’t worry about getting sick, I’ll return Gaston properly.”

It's scary when he's smiling and turning the gas valve with his hand.

“I will also do my best to assist you.”

This time, a head suddenly popped up from underneath me.

I looked down and saw Colin.

This guy is also smiling for some reason.

'Is this… karma?'

Yeah, for these two, I… … .

I've done a lot of things I really shouldn't have done.

But in return, he saved my life, cured my brother, and generously shared his knowledge with me…

'No, this is ingratitude.'

I guess the black-haired beast isn't something to be taken in.

No, these kids have yellow hair too, why are they doing this?

“Plain.”

Then a low, deep voice was heard.

I could see the main character without having to turn my head.

Liston.

really…….

This person, the person you least want to meet on the operating table, ended up being seen here.

“Don’t worry too much.”

“I can’t help but be worried.”

“Haha. Didn’t you see? I’m really good.”

I have heard that other people usually use scissors during circumcision.

No, if I were to join this madness, I'd probably use scissors.

'Your Majesty… asked me to do you a favor earlier.'

Even if you say you're the attending physician, you've cut off everyone but me and my team, so if you have to perform surgery, it's going to be me.

Yes, if you were to cut off His Majesty the King's foreskin, you would have to use scissors.

Scissors are the best for cutting off not-so-tough areas that are not that wide.

'Liston is… … .'

But it's not called Black Star for nothing.

Liston cuts with a knife.

Even if you call it a knife, compared to what I used to carry around… … .

“No, brother. Why that knife?”

“Oh, this is for self-defense.”

“Who touched my brother… I was shocked.”

“I’ll do this.”

“That looks a bit big too…?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll cut it for you like a ghost.”

Yes, it is a small knife compared to the Liston knife.

It's not absolutely small, but that's not true at all…

Anyway, as Liston pulled out the sleek, well-maintained sword, a squeaking sound began to be heard.

“I’ll disinfect it well too.”

Joseph's voice also began to be heard.

I can't see his face, but it looks like he's smiling too.

what…….

It's not like I should look at him strangely because he's the kind of guy who smiles whenever I disinfect him, even if I'm not a patient.

“Oh.”

My head hurts.

I have a splitting headache… … .

It's the kind of headache you'd get the day after a night of heavy drinking.

"ah."

A normal person would not be able to come to their senses because of the pain and the anesthetic that would still be in their body.

I am different.

"ah……."

I bent my head down to check my precious part.

But all I could see was the cup.

It was an iron cup because we didn't have the technology to make paper cups.

The good news is that the technology to harden rubber bands is improving day by day, so they are quite well fixed.

-Ah… … As expected. You need to be used a bit to see your true value.

Did you originally use a cup?

no.

These crazy guys just left him wrapped in wet gauze.

I've been hearing a lot of screaming on the streets of London lately, and when I wondered what was going on, it turned out to be people who had surgery hitting their thighs or other parts of their bodies as they walked.

This is a problem that can be solved with a simple idea, so I spoke about it right away, and with the help of the blacksmiths and our chemist's factory, all the people who undergo surgery at our hospital are now able to receive this after-sales service.

-That's right. That's why I want to roll it.

I feel like I gave the director and Liston the wrong idea… … .

It's true that when it wasn't my job, I couldn't remember the method at all, but as soon as it became my job, it came to mind, so I don't really have anything to say.

Maybe their method is right.

phew…….

“Huh?”

The moment I let out a sigh… … .

Could this be because the anesthetic gas in my lungs is escaping along with the carbon dioxide?

The pain… … .

The pain strikes.

“fu*k…….”

It really hurts.

As you can see from the unfiltered swear words coming out of my mouth, which is typical of a 21st century intellectual, this pain is a 10 out of 10 when calculated on an NRS score.

“Why are you swearing like that over something like this?”

I turned my head and saw Liston.

He was laughing at the subject of cutting off human skin.

And while drinking alcohol, too.

“I’m sick!”

“Haha… You always cut off your arms and legs, but you say something like this hurts. Is that okay?”

“Medicine… Give me the medicine.”

“Medicine? Oh… No way. Now again?”

“No, not that!”

Not opium, not morphine.

Well… … If I were to call it a painkiller, it would be an incredibly strong painkiller, but is this the kind of pain that warrants using it?

“Then what.”

“That… shell.”

“Ah…… That. Well…… I give it to you, but you know that it doesn’t really have much of an effect, right?”

“Patients like it, right?”

“They say it’s better than not eating at all, but still… well, anyway, you’re a guest of honor, so I have to give you some. Hey.”

At Liston's command, my skilled disciples ran out in a hurry and brought back willow bark water.

There was no need to ask if this was clean.

You can tell just by looking at Joseph's smile.

Rather, I was worried that the effect would be reduced because I washed it too thoroughly, boiled it, and used it too much.

‘I need to figure out the ingredients and make this quickly… … .’

Our crazy chemists can't understand why they can make cocaine from coca leaves but not aspirin from willow bark.

"eww."

I don't understand, but shouldn't I be free from this excruciating pain?

I drank it all down as soon as I could.

As I was eating it, I thought that since it was completely natural, there might be impurities, and since the dosage was unknown, it might be dangerous… … .

“Ugh.”

“No, you eat all of this at once.”

I'm in so much pain right now that I can't help it.

Really… … .

It hurts so much.

“It hurts so much.”

“Well… it must hurt. It hurts even if you hit it lightly, but since I cut it.”

“But you weren’t going to give me the medicine?”

“Blundell just put up with it.”

"ah."

“Is that all? Most people just put up with it.”

"her."

Just putting up with it… … .

I feel like I'm too weak.

Well, I guess it's a bit far-fetched to compare them to people from the 19th century.

I come from the 21st century, a world full of painkillers.

Moreover, among them, doctors tend to take medicine without fail if there is real pain.

Because I know full well that there is no need to endure it.

People who don't know much about painkillers say that people develop a tolerance to painkillers, but that's not true.

There is even a theory that if you do not control your pain in time, you may get sicker later.

"after."

“Is it a little better?”

“It feels a little better, but it still hurts.”

“What… what can I do? You’re being too harsh.”

“No, but… are you really saying this doesn’t hurt?”

“Yeah. Not really?”

“It’s strange…….”

I ate a bowl, a bowl.

But it still hurts.

Of course.

You're already injured.

And that too in one of the most sensitive areas of our body.

It's not even a proper medicine, so do you think we'll get better just by drinking water?

"ha……."

“Can you give me some real medicine?”

“Oh, no.”

But that doesn't mean I'd go as far as using drugs.

The only thing I wonder is, how other people are just enduring this.

Even this cup system is back to normal operation starting today?

I made this as soon as I heard that I was going to have surgery, so… … .

That means that until yesterday, we had been holding out without even a cup.

“Ugh…….”

No matter how tough 19th century people were, there was a limit.

It's not like I've been numb since I was a kid, so how come…?

As I was thinking about that, I started hearing groans coming from somewhere.

"huh?"

“Oh, is this the emergency room?”

“It’s this late at night?”

Ah, originally, when you say emergency room, you might think it's natural to come in the middle of the night… … .

London's streets at night are not safe.

It's not just traffic accidents that can expose you to violence.

No, violence only happens during the day when there is some light, and at night it is dark.

These days, when smog starts to build up, you can't see even an inch ahead of you.

Coming through that meant it was incredibly painful, and since it was a time when you would usually die if you were in so much pain, I started to wonder who the main character of this groan was.

“I guess you’re sick. By the way, what’s wrong with you? Other people don’t even get hospitalized and go home. But why are you up?”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep right away because I’m sick anyway. Let’s just go sightseeing.”

“Like that……?”

"ah."

I almost went out wearing only a cup instead of pants.

The problem was that there were no suitable pants to wear over this.

“You’re wearing a skirt.”

“What should I do? My brother is going.”

“I guess your taste isn’t that kind of thing, is it?”

“Even if that’s true, don’t worry, my sexual desire has subsided.”

“Oh, right. Right, right. Okay, let’s go.”

So I went to the emergency room in a dazed manner.

When we arrived, there was a man with a red face, probably from drinking heavily, holding a chili pepper.

“It hurts so, so much!”

Even at a glance, it seemed like there was a lot of trouble.