Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 343

Episode 343 Colorado [1]

After that, we rested for two more days in a row.

People actually didn't have much reason to rest because they moved around by carriage.

But the horses that pulled the carriage and would continue to pull it in the future were a different story.

I don't know much about animals, but if Miller and the people here say so, what else can I say?

“From now on, it’s going to be really… wild.”

“Ugh…….”

“This could have been a very dangerous path, but it feels good to have Sir Liston here.”

During this time of rest, Billy Crash, the plantation owner, served us with all his heart and soul.

It is no exaggeration to say that I would pray every time I met him.

I just let it go once or twice, but it happened every time, so I felt uncomfortable.

-Now that Saint Patrick has ascended back into the clouds, let's stop.

So after I said this, he started shaking violently from then on.

I really don't know why they do that.

Didn't you say the reception was over?

“Haha, right. There’s a saying in Korean that words become seeds… I hope that’s true this time. I hope we even run into a bear.”

“Oh my… Don’t say that. Bears are real beasts. They’re smart, and if they come looking for you while you’re camping, it’ll be a pain in the ass.”

Anyway, how much good will the trembling plantation owner do?

The food was already good, so there was nothing more to say.

First of all, American food is much better than British food.

In addition, they provided all the conveniences, including a place to sleep, clothes, bathing, and even entertainment such as shooting.

Even now, our group has finished hunting for water ducks and is enjoying a picnic at a nearby scenic spot.

Thanks to that, our group became closer, but I also became close with Miller, the sailor, and Uncle Joseph, whose name I now completely remember.

It was to the extent that Miller and Liston were the ones taking the lead in the conversation right now.

The rest were tired from hunting, but they were enjoying the scenery and letting their tired minds rest on delicious American beer and cigarettes.

“Bears don’t gather in groups, do they? There might be one at most.”

“They say that one bear can take on ten Indian tribesmen. To the British soldiers who travel the world, our Indians may seem ridiculous, but at least in the wild, they are not. Still, bears are scary.”

“Hmm… Okay, then maybe I should compromise with something like a wolf.”

“Oh my… Wolves are scary too. They attack in packs. And they’re persistent. And they’re loyal.”

“That sounds good.”

“It’s not that it’s good… Even if just one gets hurt, it keeps chasing after them.”

"aha."

Liston is no different from other people when it comes to enjoying alcohol and cigarettes.

No, even if my smoking habits are average, I drink a ton of alcohol.

Nevertheless, the reason he was so eager to engage in conversation was probably because he was surprisingly unfamiliar with the wild.

Come to think of it, being born in London, when had he ever been on a proper hunt?

It's gotten worse now, but it was only a year or two ago, when I was just a surgeon, so it was natural.

Even London aristocrats do not enjoy bear or wolf hunting.

Usually, it's something like the duck we just caught.

If you leave the royal family, you may hunt a larger animal, such as a deer, but hunting a bear is not a common occurrence.

“But you smoke cigarettes so deliciously, don’t you?”

After talking for a while like that, Liston admired Miller's smoking.

In fact, not only him, but everyone else was doing it too.

The only exception was Joseph, who was driven insane by smoking marijuana in addition to chewing tobacco.

That would be the case, Miller's cigarette smoking was certainly impressive.

What should I say?

If you look at his normal appearance, he looks like a gentleman, except for his facial features, but when he smokes a cigarette, he looks like he is wearing traditional Indian clothing.

“Ah… is that what it looks like?”

“Is there any special secret?”

“There’s no secret to it. It’s just that the meaning is different.”

“The meaning is different?”

“Excuse me, Lord Liston, why do you smoke?”

I was curious about that anyway.

I was curious about the psychology of smokers, not only in the 19th century but also in the 21st century.

Of course I asked, but I guess it's because I'm a doctor. When I asked why they smoke, everyone seemed embarrassed and put out their cigarettes.

Then he made some excuses, probably because in the 21st century, the perception of smoking has long since changed to that of it being unhealthy.

But not now, right?

It was obvious that some novel answer would come out.

“That’s simple. First of all, doesn’t it smell good?”

“That’s true. Is that all?”

“No, that’s not true. Smoking makes you feel better. It’s good for your health, that’s what I’m saying.”

“That’s true too.”

“Again… I feel like my stress is being cleared away. My clouded mind is becoming clearer. There’s a reason people smoke to treat headaches or memory loss.”

“Haha, well, that might be the reason.”

I need to correct this.

It was an infuriating answer rather than a novel one.

How can a doctor say something like that?

'Well… … I guess that's possible since you probably don't even know what nicotine is.'

How could people in this day and age know that it contained a substance that could create the illusion of strength and that it was a serious addictive substance?

Still, prescribing cigarettes for things like memory loss is clearly crossing the line.

In the first place, smokers suffer from memory loss earlier and more severely, but this is going the other way around.

These are not facts that can be known without theoretically proving causality.

It's just a statistical fact.

'Of course, those statistics are still very inadequate… … .'

Yeah, there's nothing I can do.

As I was thinking about that and sighing as if exhaling cigarette smoke, Miller opened his mouth with a smile.

“We are more religious than that.”

“Religion.”

“Through this smoke, we communicated with God in the past.”

“Do you think so?”

Liston tilted his head, but Blundell, who was behind him, nodded and opened his mouth.

“That could be true. In fact, if you look at it that way, it could almost seem like a spiritual experience.”

I guess that's because he was the most intelligent among them.

No, that's the same for Liston too… … .

If there's a difference, Blundell is a bit more emotional.

In fact, Blundell was more outraged than Liston when he saw the conditions black slaves were living in.

He just sat there because he had no strength, but he liked it the most when I answered the phone and scolded him.

At the same time, he was the one who couldn't come to my side for the longest time.

It's still the same now.

Why are you so far away?

“Yes, this smoke is my prayer. It may seem to disperse quickly, but it will eventually rise to the sky.”

“But Miller, aren’t you a Christian?”

“It is like that now. It wasn’t like that from birth.”

"then……?"

“It’s the effect of a long-standing habit. Thanks to that, I can smoke in style, so isn’t that a good thing?”

“That’s true. It definitely makes me want to imitate that.”

Miller laughed at Liston's remark.

And everyone else laughed along, but I couldn't bring myself to do so.

It was because I, who neither drank nor smoked, felt the sadness in Miller's laughter just now.

No, maybe it's because I know the rough outline of America's pioneering history, built up over time.

Even so, it is only superficial knowledge, at the level of a distant neighboring country… … .

Even so, we cannot ignore the pain of those who were not only robbed of their lands where they had lived for generations in the name of development and civilization, but were also massacred.

Our people also once experienced such pain.

“Miller.”

"yes?"

"no."

It would be ridiculous for me to offer words of comfort here.

Whatever it was, this guy Miller… … .

Didn't you learn your own way of surviving while mixing with white people?

It seemed foolish to say something without knowing the exact circumstances.

So I just patted his shoulder.

He looked puzzled for a moment, then smiled.

Isn't it true that silent comfort is sometimes more effective when it is without words?

‘I too… … have been comforted countless times.’

It is not easy to live in a university hospital, especially in the surgical department, with an uncertain future.

It seems that there are more days when I will be sad and depressed than days when I will laugh.

At times like that, my seniors, peers, or fellow nurses would sometimes offer me these words of comfort.

I think it was because they were a group with a lot to comfort and a lot to offer.

“I guess I’ll be leaving tomorrow.”

“Yes. It will probably be a tough road.”

As we sat there in silence, the sun began to set and the stars began to show their faces one by one.

Wasn't it a time when the only light on earth was a few torches?

If you go to the city, it's a different story, but the countryside is still dark itself, so there are a lot of stars and they are also bright.

Looking at that sight, it was only natural to wonder if there really was a difficult path ahead.

And the next day I found out that it was just my thoughts.

"oh my……."

“Is it rattling?”

"oh my……."

Kansas was a bit bumpy too.

There was no road, so the carriage just ran on a naturally pressed road.

But there is no road made like that here.

That means we're breaking new ground.

Aww.

In addition, when it gets even a little dark, the sounds of animals howling can be heard from all directions.

Right away.

And that's not all.

People are also a threat here.

“I don’t think there will be an attack since there are so many people… but there may be some who target us more because of that.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t you look like you have a lot?”

"ah……."

So, although we had been paying attention to this before, we now had to position the carriages in a way that was easy to defend when camping.

First of all, I heard that there will be no villages in the future.

That meant camping every day.

Without missing a single day.

"excuse me……."

And today something started to catch up with me.

“Isn’t that a bear?”

“What kind of bear is that big?”

“Then what is that?”

“I don’t know either.”

Miller was holding the gun while saying he didn't know, so I guess it was definitely a bear, but I was hoping it wasn't.

How could you not know, your face has turned pale?

“Haha. That’s what I’m saying.”

Liston began to fiddle with his knife with a face that was the exact opposite of his own.

It looks like God is here… … .

The guys who actually came to see us that night were completely different.

“What the hell.”

“What are you saying?”

“That’s French. It’s a French gang!”

“But why… with the Indians?”

“Those guys are friendly.”

“Ugh…….”

A combined force of Indians and French invaded.