Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 341

Episode 341 Joseon Shaman [1]

Not to brag, but… … .

No, I have to be honest.

It's a pride.

And he brags about it openly.

'There aren't many people with as much observational skills and keen insight as I do.'

It may sound unfortunate, but what can you do when it's true?

Thanks to that, my skills may be just average, but… … .

It was a fairly steep learning curve.

That's why I chose a major trauma center where I had to perform a variety of surgeries.

Also, even though it is not my specialty, I am able to perform some surgeries here.

As I was talking, I was bragging from beginning to end, so what can I do?

What were we talking about when this happened… … .

'ah.'

Yeah, that farm owner.

His name was Billy Crash, you know.

As for the name, I think we can just skip it.

What matters is his appearance.

'First of all, there was quite a bit of flesh… … .'

It is true that Americans, that is, Anglo-Saxons, have a lower incidence of metabolic syndrome compared to their BMI.

In fact, things like the size and function of the pancreas are actually better than those of Asians.

What this means is that even if you eat the same thing, you won't get diabetes…

Well, it's the 19th century after all.

Even if you say it doesn't work well, if you keep trying, you'll end up getting caught.

Even during this period, there is no awareness that any particular management is necessary.

No, there are people who manage, but those people who manage are usually harmful.

'There's a smoker there. And more than anything, the fingertips… '

Surprisingly, there are diseases that can be diagnosed through the shape of the fingers.

However, this does not mean that you can tell whether you have diabetes or not by looking at the meniscus of your fingernails or something.

That's pseudoscience.

In fact, there are people who are born without a meniscus.

But the finger has some credibility.

Among them, the club-shaped fingertips, that is, the fingertips become blunt like a club… … .

This is especially true for fingers where the angle between the nail surface and nail bed is more than 180 degrees.

Of course, just because you have a club doesn't necessarily mean you have a disease.

People come in all shapes and sizes, so there are some people who are just that way.

“Huh? What’s going on?”

I just thought about all this while walking.

You might ask if I went outside and walked, but no.

I walked inside the house.

There are few houses like this in London, or even in Kensington.

Of course, if you go out to the suburbs and go to a castle or a mansion, the story is completely different… … .

'At this point, it's almost like a duke's house.'

The way the interior is decorated, the furniture, the wallpaper, etc. are a bit old-fashioned.

The amount of money spent will probably be small, and even if you do spend a lot of money, the luxuries you can afford in a rural area of the United States, not London, are clearly limited.

Even so, the dining room, living room, study, music room, reception room, numerous bedrooms, and central lobby showed that this was truly worthy of being called a mansion.

“Oh, I was wondering if I could meet the farm owner.”

“Ah… what’s going on?”

The person I met after walking for a long time was Calvin, the only white person among the employees of this mansion.

I should call him the head butler, but according to what Bettina, who guided me earlier, said, the servants have a harder time with Calvin than the farm owner.

Well, my impression wasn't that good.

It's still like that now.

“What are you going to do when you get in there?”

I keep forgetting, but Nana Liston is a proud noble of the British Empire.

Of course, the United States was no longer a country belonging to Britain, and after another fight following the Revolutionary War, it could no longer be called a colony or anything.

But even in France, British nobles are not treated lightly.

If we continue like this, the French aristocracy will lose face, so we have no choice… … .

The guy in front of us now is actually a worthless guy.

“I will explain after I hear from you. It would be best if you met with Lord Liston.”

“Why is it not okay to rate it?”

"coolie……."

“What did you say?”

“No, it’s not. But this is. Uh, uh. Uh, uh, uh.”

I'm not sure that it's okay to strangle someone like Liston did.

And it was so good that it was shocking.

“I just grabbed him by the collar.”

Liston raised his hand as if he hadn't meant to do this, looking at Calvin, who had fallen to the ground squeaking.

But not everyone who looked back at him thought so.

It's not just Nana Blundell and her disciples who are speaking.

The same was true of sailors and millers.

The problem was that the black servants around him also had the same thoughts.

“Uh huh.”

“Oh, my lord!”

The two of them started to run around in panic.

I felt like if I just left it alone, something bad would happen.

In modern society, even if a mistake occurs and a fight breaks out, it is possible to have a firm belief that it will eventually be resolved peacefully… … .

Not here.

It's like that in Britain, and even more so in the US.

I didn't know before I came, but when I came here and saw, they were just savages, these guys.

"bout!"

First, Liston caught one.

Although it has the disadvantage of being a bit weak in lightness, it is still possible because it is much faster than ordinary people when running short distances.

"100 million."

At the same time that the back of the neck was grabbed, one of the servants fell to his knees.

It's probably because you're holding it too tightly.

It might have been broken.

“Hic.”

When the other black servant saw that, he hiccupped and started running faster.

I ran too, but how can you win at running?

So I grabbed anything I could get my hands on and threw it.

I thought I would miss it because it was a pen,

"100 million."

"and……."

That thing got stuck in the heel of the person running away.

At the same time, I fell over with a thud.

“The direction it was flying was strange… was it a spell?”

“No. That can’t be. It’s a coincidence.”

“Really? Aren’t you saying that because you saw the burnt body earlier?”

“I said no. Anyway, it looks like it’s behind here.”

“Okay, let’s go in.”

Anyway, we roughly dealt with the three of them and opened the closed door.

There was a loud noise as if the door had not been opened originally, but Liston, who opened it, did not seem to remember using any particular force.

What is this? This is what the face looked like.

Of course, it was unreasonable to expect such a reaction from others, especially from the landlord.

“What, what is it?”

Billy Crash, who always seemed confident and in fact had the authority to be confident, looked at us with a very surprised expression.

But the way he moved his hands so quickly seemed to be looking for a gun.

It didn't help much.

“What are you doing?”

"eww……."

It was said to be quite large, but what good is a large body?

You should have learned martial arts.

He was forced to sit down on the chair as Brother Liston grabbed his hand, who had closed the distance between them in an instant.

“What the… What the heck is this…!”

“Oh, I’m just treating you. Don’t worry.”

“Hey, this is medical treatment! What is this……”

“Just stay still for now. I need to watch it.”

I started looking down at Billy, who had been subdued by such force.

It might sound a bit noir when you just listen to it, but in reality, I was seeing it through the eyes of a doctor.

“So what do you see?”

Liston looked at me instead of Billy.

It seems that he is thinking of it as a review of a Joseon shaman rather than a doctor's review.

You can tell by looking at the eyes.

Well, that was to be expected.

-What? You think I'm sick?

-Yes, that's right.

-How did you know?

-You can tell by looking at the hands.

-Hmm… …? Did you feel the pulse? I heard that there are doctors in Joseon who see it that way.

-No, that's not it.

-Hmm.

To summarize the conversation that ended before I left the room:

The saying goes, you'll know when you see it…

This may sound plausible and wishful thinking, but it is not true.

If we could diagnose just by looking at the face, why would we go to the hospital and buy CT scans and MRIs?

"also."

"also?"

"huh?"

I started by examining the patient's fingers, which had become immobile.

The tips of his fingers were definitely club-shaped.

Not only that, but the unmistakable smell of cigarette smoke wafted out.

This is even more so because cigarettes at this time surprisingly do not have filters.

If you actually look closely at the mouths of smokers, you will see that they are black with ash.

No, rather than ash, should I say it just changed color?

'It's really mixed with the rotten stuff… '

If you look at it, you can understand why dentists in London just pull teeth without thinking.

There seems to be no way.

Anyway, the inside of this guy's mouth isn't much different.

No, it's worse than anyone I've ever seen.

'Well, it would be a bit strange if a tobacco farm owner quit smoking.'

This is especially true during this time period, when the perception that smoking is good for your health is much stronger.

“Hmm. Stethoscope.”

“Uh, yes.”

Colin handed me his stethoscope.

Even though it's a situation that could be quite disconcerting, the person I've chosen is someone who moves right away.

'If you look at it one way, this is all training.'

The surgeon should not panic.

Well, it would be better if the internist was calm, but if the surgeon panics during surgery, wouldn't the person die?

Even if you don't die, there is a very, very high chance that the outcome will be worse than the original.

But if the teacher suddenly knocks down three people and goes in and suddenly treats them, wouldn't it be easy to panic?

“Hmm…….”

Anyway, I listened to the patient's lungs with the stethoscope I was given.

It's creaking.

It's probably not pneumonia.

It's just a broken lung.

'Could there be cancer?'

It might be there, it might not be there.

You might wonder what kind of doctor would say something like that, but it's true.

You can't figure it out?

A true expert is someone who can say they don't know what they don't know.

Anyway, I suppressed the laughter that was about to escape my lips, thinking that my prediction was roughly correct, and opened my mouth just as I had thought of the scenario earlier.

"hmm……."

"huh?"

From now on, I am a sorcerer, not a doctor.

He continued speaking with the same expression he had made before Edward IV.

Liston looked at that expression and said something, but he didn't say anything else.

No, rather, he actively kept his mouth shut.

Maybe it's because they're afraid of being mixed in with the curse.

When I asked him about the Crown Prince and whatnot, he said he knew a lot about folklore.

“One year…… left.”

“Yes? A year? No, this guy is unlucky.”

“I have no luck!”

"huh?"

Anyway, I shouted one year.

I was imitating a shaman I had seen on TV.

“I got hit. I got hit!”

When he started talking about killing people while pointing to the sky, Billy, who was initially upset, disappeared without a trace.

Now I'm just in a daze.

“That idiot doesn’t know what life is, so he’s so peaceful.”

"uh……?"

“Your sins have reached heaven, that’s what I’m saying! Did you think the Lord would just ignore it?”

As I was talking, it felt a bit like shamanism, so I mixed in a little bit of God.

I was worried that I might get struck by lightning, but what can I do since I've already started?

I have to see it through to the end.