Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 32

Episode 32 Laughing Gas Party [5]

The students were more enthusiastic about getting their teeth pulled than expected.

Besides my friends Joseph and Alfred, others also raised their hands with excited faces.

Dr. Robert Liston looked at them with a pleased face.

To me, who was looking at it from a distance, no, psychologically, further away than the actual Milky Way, it was simply a horrifying sight.

oh my god…….

A professor who volunteers to have his teeth pulled and students who go crazy over such a ridiculous and crazy request.

'It's definitely… like another world… … . Well, that's a more natural way of thinking.'

I really thought that when I became more powerful and had more money, I should actively look into it.

No matter how I think about it, this place seems to be about Earth number 10,298.

There's no way the 19th century Earth I lived in could be like this…

“Okay, then let’s all come out and see. Let’s decide this through a manly contest.”

Regardless of my worries, work was progressing smoothly.

There was talk that more than ten students had already come out and were swarming around.

Meanwhile, Dr. Liston challenged himself to wrestling as a manly contest.

“How is it? Since we’re not fighting, there’s no need to worry about getting seriously hurt.”

professor…….

Since he's a professor, he wasn't seriously hurt, right?

I think I should listen to what the other person has to say too… … .

'Wrestling… … Just looking at it, it looks like it's going to hurt, right? Or not?'

But when I thought about it carefully, the wrestling I saw at the Olympics seemed like a sport purely about strength and technique.

“Okay then, let’s do it.”

Of course, that thought soon disappeared.

"100 million."

“Ugh.”

That crazy guy… … is kicking his feet.

It's wrestling… … Huh?

Just attack the bridge?

Even though I'm a total sports novice, I know that wrestling isn't like that.

I looked at Robert Liston with a face that said, 'Isn't that foul play?', but the man just looked quite interested.

No matter how much I looked at it, it seemed like I couldn't tell the difference between wrestling and a neighborhood dogfight.

“Whoa! I won!”

But it wasn't urgent.

Joseph.

My close friend who is over 176cm tall.

A friend who was a fighter in Upton.

He was roaring as he had just beaten one.

Have you forgotten that at the end of it all, there's the extraction of the teeth?

“Hey hey.”

So, I went and talked to the other guys while they were competing.

“Huh? Why?”

The guy, caught up in the excitement of battle, looked at me with wide eyes.

We were friends, but I was a little scared.

That was understandable.

I'm just average height.

Besides, I've seen this guy fight quite a bit.

If he had been born in the Middle Ages, he might have had a place under Sir Robert Liston.

“What’s so honorable about being chosen that you’re going to go to all this trouble?”

“It contributes to the advancement of medicine.”

Contribution is… … .

Do you really have to hurt yourself to contribute?

I sighed.

“There is a saying in Joseon called ‘Obok’.”

I'm sorry, ancestors.

Just one more time, no, I can't guarantee what will happen in the future, so I'll sell a lot.

I don't mean anything bad, so that's okay, right?

“Five blessings?”

“Yeah. There’s a tooth in there.”

To be exact, I went in and out.

It seems like the nobles didn't really care about that kind of thing.

Anyway, I don't know anyone, so does this matter?

“Um… … Are the five blessings good?”

“Okay. The five blessings of life. Anyway, that’s why… … This is very important.”

“Isn’t that how they see it in Joseon?”

No, you punk.

How important is this?

19th century Britain may not have been the age of centenarians, but someone as wealthy as Joseph would have likely lived to be 60.

No, honestly, if you were with me, you could have lived much longer.

Why?

We live in an era where infectious diseases are completely avoidable, except for cancer.

Then how important would this be?

“But… … You know that. In our Joseon, there’s no such thing as a saying without a reason. Even the word “wiping hands” was borrowed, and look. The number of deaths has also decreased significantly.”

“That’s true. Hmm… … .”

“And even if we could use laughing gas to perform surgery… … Honestly, Dr. Liston would be more famous than this guy who got chosen.”

Where are the experiments where clinical trial subjects become famous?

That can't be true.

It was nonsense.

“I see… … .”

“I see. Oh, right. Senior Alfred was eliminated.”

This guy seemed to be slowly coming over, so I thought I had to convince Alfred, but it turned out that I didn't need to.

Colin, who had been beaten up by me yesterday and passed out, came back late and was so angry that he pushed aside a senior by a whole year.

Then he glared at me, but I guess I could handle it.

He just stares at me, but I hit him a lot yesterday.

If you include the ones I don't remember exactly because I was so intoxicated by the gas, then it must have been almost 100, right?

As evidence, the guy's face and head were covered in wounds.

“Then… …should I not do it?”

“Yeah. Don’t do that. Just watch. Why risk your life for something like this? There’s so much more to do.”

“Yeah… … If you say it like that, I have to listen.”

good.

Joseph gave up.

Dr. Robert Liston expressed regret, but he didn't really care because there were so many left anyway.

“Whoa! I won!”

The one who ended up winning, that is, the one who won this penalty, surprisingly, was Colin.

It was about the same size as me, but it seemed to be a badger.

Or maybe everyone secretly knew that being chosen wasn't a very good thing.

“Ah… … What a pity.”

“I’m angry!”

That didn't seem to be the case.

The cripples were feeling very sorry.

Anyway, Colin, who won the championship, lay down on the podium in the lecture hall.

Dr. Liston was holding what looked like a pair of pliers that he had acquired from somewhere.

The face of the person holding it and the shape of the tool…

'Is this… … torture?'

It seemed like the dialogue would flow smoothly if I just typed it.

Blow!

say!

Won't secrets that we don't know come out?

They said the atmosphere was tense, but I wonder if it was just me or the others who felt that way, they were all clapping and cheering as if it was a festival.

“Wow! Colin!”

“Suck the gas!”

“Please open it quickly!”

Colin, who was lying down, also shouted with the veins on his neck turning red.

At that shout, Dr. Liston, who looked like a warrior in the Colosseum, opened the gas can with a solemn expression on his face.

Then he brought it up to Colin's face.

“Ssup… … ha.”

Colin also inhaled the gas with a serious face.

After repeating this a few times, inhaling a bit more than at the party, Colin's face gradually began to taste good.

Blurry eyes and drooling.

It was the face I saw yesterday.

Even if you hit him, he wouldn't know.

“Ah- Try it. Hey, stay still!”

Then suddenly Colin started having a seizure.

No, he started laughing out loud.

'Stage 4… …Stage 2. Is that a delusion? I guess you could call it a seizure.'

The other guys were just watching without thinking much about it.

Since I didn't know anything, I had no choice.

Even Dr. Robert Liston did so.

That would be the case because it was a time when there was no concept of having to observe the reaction when administering a particular drug.

However, since I had been exposed to so much modern medicine, I couldn't just remain so ignorant.

'Okay, next is anesthesia… … next is respiratory arrest.'

Isn't this what Humphry Davy wrote?

If this was published in a prestigious academic journal, I would believe it.

It was now the 19th century.

I was saying that it was time to see for sure.

So I was observing with a nervous face.

Even though he's an ugly guy, wouldn't it be a shame for him to die from respiratory arrest?

'This has to be anesthetized so I can use it for future surgeries. It can't kill me.'

There were several reasons.

First of all, since I am a doctor by name, I cannot just watch people die right before my eyes.

Besides, if this goes away, won't anesthesia also go away in the future?

'ha…….'

If it's different, you have to put it in your neck.

The problem was that there was no plastic tube here.

In that case… … I had to do it.

If I had to have a tracheostomy, I wouldn't have done it because I was not confident.

But how on earth do I explain this… … .

“Stay still, Inma!”

Then Dr. Robert Liston hit Colin in the delusional stage, the second stage of nitrous oxide.

“Ugh.”

“Oh, okay.”

Then Colin became calm as if he had fainted.

Shouldn't it be like that?

I got hit and passed out… … .

“He’s not passed out. His eyes are open.”

"oh."

I went closer with a worried heart and saw that indeed, his eyes were open.

I was even breathing hard.

It definitely wasn't a faint.

'You hit it and move on to the next level… … .'

I looked at Robert Liston with renewed awe and respect.

Liston looked at me like that and said.

“Watch carefully. This is the moment when you will know whether your idea will come to fruition or not.”

“Yes, yes. I will open your mouth for you.”

“Okay.”

I was scared of those eyes and the device itself, so I decided to just look inside Colin's mouth.

At the same time, I spread it out as wide as possible.

Because of this human nature, if I felt like I couldn't see well, I would just pull out the front teeth right in front of me.

I once saw a doctor who had lost his front teeth, and he looked so stupid that I almost thought he should retire.

I gave him some credit, thinking that he wasn't a good guy, but that didn't mean he was going to ruin his life.

“Let’s open them a little wider. We can’t pull out the front teeth, right?”

To conclude, it was a false alarm.

He was a crazy guy who said he would pull out his disciple's teeth, but he was also a person of character who did not pull out his front teeth.

Just as I was about to think that I should just do one of the two, the device went right into my mouth.

I thought I would pull out the loose tooth, but I actually grabbed the wisdom tooth.

Giggle.

It was so strong that I thought the molars caught in the device would break before they could fall out.

Phew.

Then I pulled hard again and the tooth came out.

Red blood gushed out.

This was a living thing.

Real life.

It could easily last for several decades.

“Doesn’t it hurt?”

"huh?"

"oh."

Robert Liston laughed after causing such a tragedy.

It was really because Colin wasn't sick.

No, far from being in pain, he just sat there blankly.

This was a miracle.

"oh!"

At that moment, Robert Liston suddenly knelt down and looked up at the sky.

He had both hands clasped together neatly.

The wind caused the tools and teeth he was holding to scatter to the floor.

In the midst of the chaos, Liston prayed.

“Thank you, God… … . Finally… … the patients are free from suffering.”

Just looking at that sight, it was absolutely… absolutely not a beautiful feeling.

Colin, bleeding profusely, and the instruments and bloody teeth rolling around beside him.

Robert Liston, who looks like a butcher to anyone.

But somehow I felt sacred.

‘This person… … is definitely a good person.’

I did that because I didn't know.

I could clearly see that it wasn't intentional.

This person truly cared about his patients.

So that was fortunate.

'If you're down there, you can do anything.'