Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 334

Episode 334 America… … [1]

USA.

The United States in the 21st century was the world's undisputed superpower.

It also has the ridiculous nickname of Celestial Empire… … .

I've actually been to the US a few times for academic conferences, and it's really great.

First of all, the weather and climate were good, so the sky was pretty, which was very crucial in making the cityscape look pretty.

Right now? Even now, well… … the sky itself is pretty.

"this……."

“The colonial people are so uncivilized.”

After looking at the sky and relatively tall buildings, we entered a pub near South Street Seaport.

It's just a pub.

Actually, it wasn't a place that Nana Liston would have entered.

If I say it like this, it might be a bit unlucky… … .

That's true, actually.

We are nobles.

And not just any noble with no hair, but a noble with a lot of money.

“Did I ask you to come in for no reason?”

“Didn’t I say you might regret it?”

“I… I like being free.”

Miller Curtis chuckled at my words, and the sailor chuckled, took out a cigarette and started chewing it.

Yeah, I'm literally taking it out and chewing on it.

This is chewing tobacco… … .

To be honest, I've never seen it in England.

It is common for ordinary people to find things they see for the first time fascinating… … .

Well, I confess, I was like that for a very short time.

At first I thought this would be better than smoking cigarettes.

“Kaaaak Whew!”

“Whew!”

There's no smoke, for now.

Then my precious bronchial tubes and lungs will be safe… … .

I had a fairly basic idea, but the truth is that when you chew something as poisonous as tobacco leaves, you inevitably end up producing a lot of saliva.

As for whether it's saliva you can swallow, that's not it.

Even if the colonial people… … 19th century people had no common sense, wouldn’t they have done something that was obviously dangerous?

Because human intelligence itself is virtually the same in the 19th century and the 21st century.

That's why I spit it out.

“Tch!”

“Thu thump thump!”

Since it is spit that needs to be spit out, I don't intend to say anything about spitting it out.

If you're so sensitive that you have to say something like this, you really can't live in London.

If you go to the slums there, there are a lot of people who defecate and urinate anywhere, not just spit.

“Those crazy guys.”

Liston is also quite patient with him.

But here he is spitting out curses.

It's not that he particularly hates the colonists.

“Oh, shit.”

Because I was to the point where I ended up joining in the swearing.

“No, why are these people spitting on the floor… and on the walls like that?”

“When you chew tobacco, your saliva accumulates.”

The difference between me and Liston is that instead of just swearing, I try to find a rational and reasonable solution.

If you can understand it before that, try to do so.

These people may think of themselves as intellectuals and gentlemen from 19th century London, but if we consider them that way, Kim Tae-pyeong is a 21st century intellectual.

“What a clever answer.”

So I asked and got a cold answer.

Liston's pursuit was also added.

What a foolish answer.

A new idiom has appeared.

I wondered if he had been studying since he was holding a book every now and then while coming here.

Now I'm starting to feel sad that my days of fooling Liston are numbered…

What was important now was not that, but the saliva that was all over the floor, the walls, and even the windows.

“No, what I’m saying is, why don’t you have a plate or container to spit in and why are you spitting like that?”

“Ah, ah. It’s uncomfortable. It’s inefficient.”

“Cleaning…….”

“Cleaning? It’s going to get dirty anyway. And it’s the floor. What? I’m going to step on it with my shoes, so what does it matter?”

The sailor laughed heartily, as if he was more suited to this place than England, and spat again.

Then he gulped down a lager made from the wheat that was abundant in the American continent.

I tried to take a sip, but it was on the floor… … .

'No, these crazy guys… … Then why did they put down the carpet?'

Seeing the sight of it covered in saliva made me lose my appetite, and compared to the ales I usually drink in England, I would say that the taste is a bit weak… … ?

Well, I ended up not liking it for a number of reasons.

“What are you looking at?”

At that moment, a worker who was smoking a cigarette started a quarrel with us.

Well, from the moment we first came in, we were probably itching to start a fight.

First of all, the racial composition is different.

Two white, one Asian, and one Indian.

Even one white person and one Asian person are dressed very extravagantly.

No, the Indians are also neat and classy, at least compared to the average worker in this pub.

“I saw it because it was interesting to see someone chewing tobacco.”

“This kid…?”

“He’s British?”

Moreover, the trouble started when Liston responded in neat British English, or London English.

Oh, I'm not saying that it's a problem for us.

“Ah, ahh.”

The guy who had brought the chair was lying on the spit-covered floor with his arm broken.

“Eww!”

Another one flies out, smashing through the door and rolling around outside.

“Eek.”

“Hey guys. Do you know who this person is?”

Fortunately, no one else was left to fumble.

Of these, the sailor whose attire and bearing were most familiar to Americans stood up and introduced Liston.

“Who, who is it!”

“Listen, sir. Listen, the blacksmith.”

I thought he would tell me not to do that since he was a famous doctor and a gentleman, but the words that came out were blackmail.

I knew about France, but it's not that far away.

Here… … .

It took about two weeks to get to the US by speedboat.

I wonder how far the rumor could spread… … .

“Ah. Ahh.”

“If I had been born 50 or 50 years earlier, there would have been no war of independence…?”

I know everything.

Even I am afraid.

“That sword… is the sword that cuts through ships….”

“Then, right next to me?”

“Blood, blood poet!”

“Mom, I don’t know. Please save me!”

What's more surprising is that they are more afraid of me.

It was to the extent that all the guys who had been sitting around drinking and spitting were now kneeling on the floor.

The owner, who had been complaining about the broken door earlier, has collapsed and is rubbing his hands.

“Are you… here to rule?”

Even doing this kind of crap… … .

“Honey, I heard you went over to Cheongdo.”

“That great country…… in one curse…….”

“They say hundreds of thousands died in France too.”

“Isn’t that why people immigrate like that?”

“Oh my…….”

“Please save me!”

If you listen carefully, it doesn't seem like much of a deal.

Originally, rumors tend to get distorted as they spread, right?

If only the story about his activities in London had spread, then that would be different… … .

If the story about him going to the Qing Dynasty had spread, and people had said he was a sorcerer or something, then there would be nothing to say.

Even if I reflect on my actions so far, I can tell that they are definitely not those of an ordinary doctor.

"go away."

Of course, just because I can understand doesn't mean I will understand.

Everyone was scared by my cold words and ran away.

This place also doubles as a hotel, but… … .

As I said before, this isn't a place that suits us.

Of course, there was a place I had made a reservation for in advance.

So we went outside for now.

As we were riding in a carriage toward the St. Regis Hotel, the sailor glanced behind us and then laughed.

“Thanks to you, I got to drink for free.”

"ah."

“You are truly amazing.”

Come to think of it, I ended up eating without permission.

Well, if Liston was sincere, everyone would have died, so this is a decent ending… … .

“It’ll be a little better there, right?”

“Where? Ah… Well, the pub will be the same.”

“Same?”

“It’s much more luxurious, but that doesn’t mean I won’t spit.”

"ah……."

When I was young, I read a comic book called <Faraway Neighbors>.

Although it is not my last name, this is a comic book drawn by Professor Lee Won-bok of the Hansan Lee clan, which can be said to be the best clan in South Korea.

If you look there, it's a little bit…

What if there was a scene where Europeans looked down on Americans and said they were rude?

I thought that was nonsense from the world's most powerful country, but if there is such a history, I think it's not unreasonable.

crazy…….

“Whew.”

“Kaaaak Whew!”

It's exactly the same.

The only difference is that they are wearing much more expensive clothes than the people in the pub, and they are spitting into a wooden bucket instead of on the bare floor.

The problem is that the wooden barrel is old… … .

There is quite a bit of saliva flowing on the floor.

If only the floor wasn't made of marble instead of wood like before, it would have been rotten.

“I guess I’ll just have to do real business here and then go back.”

“That’s what I mean. Oh my.”

For the first time in a while, Liston and I had a common ground.

Not only that, but all the guys who came with me were like that.

Everyone was tired from the long voyage, and after landing on land, they wanted to drink some alcohol to relieve their seasickness, but…

Since I couldn't think of anything to eat in a place like this, I headed to a restaurant.

There were a lot of people spitting in restaurants, but it was much less frequent than in bars.

Above all, it was not noticeable because he was spitting into a plate on the table, not into a wooden bucket on the floor.

What caught my eye more than anything else were the employees.

Most of the people who serve customers directly are white… … .

All the people carrying things in the back were black.

'Isn't slavery abolished in Britain?'

Actually, when I first came to power in the 19th century, what I was most worried about was being captured and becoming a slave, but that wasn't the case.

Surprisingly, it was thanks to the abolition of slavery led by Britain.

But when I came here and saw it, it seemed to be there in plain sight.

“Are you a slave?”

“To call someone a slave? What kind of rudeness is that?”

So when I asked him, Liston, who is synonymous with open-mindedness, scolded me.

Surprisingly, the sailors were like that too.

“Slaves… there are none here. There are no slaves in New York.”

“But why is it that only black people do the hard work?”

"huh?"

“Isn’t that a given? How can a black person do something that requires thinking?”

But when I asked again, an answer came out that was full of the thinking of a 19th century imperialist power.

what…….

Isn't it absurd to expect such recognition?

It was just a consolation that slavery had already been abolished here.

'Well, if it was to the point where a civil war broke out… … New York is a representative industrial city, so it would be right to have been abolished by now.'

If I knew history well, I would have just taken it for granted… … .

Since it wasn't like that, each and every one of them is surprising.

Fortunately, because the land in the United States is good and there are many immigrants, the ingredients are better and the food tastes much better than in the UK.

“It’s delicious.”

“Wow…… That’s nice.”

“Really.”

Although there was the occasional sputum discharge that interrupted our culinary activity, eating American food while watching someone spit out phlegm was 100 times better than eating British food in a smoke-filled room.

That doesn't mean my perception of 19th century America has improved significantly.

On the contrary, things only got worse.

Colorado was in the west, and at this time, the west of the United States was considerably less developed than the east.

Oh, being backward doesn't necessarily mean having no cities.

People… … were like that too.