Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 364

Episode 364 Poisoning [4]

“Para Celsus. It may sound unfamiliar, but you’ve probably heard of it somewhere.”

“I know the name Celsus.”

The director spoke at the words of our smart-aleck John Snow.

He was acting quite politely.

This could be considered quite surprising.

If we had reached the 21st century, countries like the UK and the US would certainly have a more liberal atmosphere than ours, but that is not the case now.

There are many people who slap students and say, "Where can a student act so shamelessly?"

You might say that this is too much, but in a world where there are many teachers who pull out teeth just to test anesthesia, a slap is truly a gentlemanly response.

‘This kind of academic atmosphere has made me who I am today… … and has made the hospital what it is today.’

Strictly speaking, the bribe that Liston received from our uncle may have made Liston more docile, and the donation that our uncle gave after Alfred came back to life may have made Liston and the director look at me again… … .

Wasn't that possible because the two of them had somewhat open temperaments and personalities?

If they were really that tight, I'd probably be begging in a back alley in London or rotting away at the bottom of the Thames.

Or else it would have been relegated to the status of anatomy textbook.

“Yes. Celsus, the famous doctor of the Roman era.”

“Yeah. I thought it was strange too. Why did you use an alias at the time? And it’s Celsus… a name that all doctors would know.”

This time it was Blundell who muttered.

If you look at this person only in terms of his open-mindedness, isn't he also a serious person?

Plus, he was the one who knew that I favored Jon Snow.

If you are a true teacher, you should not show favoritism… … This is something you should not do.

But it is efficient.

-No… …Why on earth are you carrying John Snow around the city!

-Why are you listening to what that guy is saying!

-Be close to me, be close to him!

Colin, Alfred, and Joseph were the ones who were being the rascals.

It certainly was like that in the beginning.

But now… … .

-I… I will work harder!

-I'll turn the gas valve better, I! No, one more piss… … No. Forget about this.

-Is it because there isn't enough disinfection? Disinfection? This?

Everyone is trying.

Apart from Colin, the other two are a bit off track… … .

That's okay though.

Anything will do.

Because doctors in the 19th century had the freedom to do so.

Of course, you can't do just anything, but I can stop you from doing that.

“Para means ‘to surpass’ in Latin. The name Para Celsus means one who surpassed Celsus.”

“What the hell! What kind of kid is this?”

The one who has stepped forward this time is, as you can tell just by hearing his name, Liston.

He, who would be second to none in terms of being impatient, was unconsciously fumbling with the handle of his knife.

Surprisingly, it was inevitable that this would be the case, as famous doctors in the Greek and Roman eras were people who were respected by the people.

Even though what I did for a hundred days and a thousand days was destroying the reputation of that tradition, it was still like that.

Well… … I guess that’s just how people are.

Not only is the faith deep, but Joseon also promotes itself as a gentleman.

Even though I don't know, when I hear that it's old, I can't help but drool.

“I’m not sure about that… but first, please take a look at the faces of these patients.”

"hmm."

Whoever it was, it would have been normal for Liston to be angry and even fiddle with a knife, but our Jon Snow just kept talking.

It is not for nothing that he left his name in history.

I don't mean to make the cliche that smart people have podiums.

At least in this era, it has been a long time since I personally realized that in order to express my opinion in London, I had to trample on the vested interests who only kept saying, "No, that's not true? I don't think that's true."

'Perhaps you too will become quite nasty as you get older… … .'

I feel a sad sense of certainty.

I don't know if he knows my feelings or not, but John Snow, who is in his early to mid-teens, just looks at me and smiles as he continues talking.

“They are all rich. If it wasn’t proper treatment, they wouldn’t have received it. Above all, they would have had a personal sommelier. Even if it wasn’t to that extent… at least they would have had a communal sommelier. That means they would have at least been properly treated for diabetes.”

“Hmm… definitely.”

“If there is even a personal sommelier, the effectiveness of the treatment will be confirmed.”

Even I cannot deny this.

Perhaps this may be more accurate than the diabetes treatment decisions made in the early to mid 21st century in the history of the original country.

People's tastes are more picky than I thought.

Just in case, I tried drinking water with really reduced sugar content… … .

Maybe because he's the best sommelier in London, he can tell even the smallest amount of liquid from an ant's eye.

'It's because he's Sir Jamie that he saved that kind of person.'

Considering that he started out as a prisoner, it's quite an incredible turnaround.

He was supposed to receive a death penalty, but now he lives a life so luxurious that he would be the envy of middle-class Londoners, just by drinking urine three or four times a day.

It's not like I'm just lucky, even tasting urine can be considered a miracle at that point.

“So this Paracelsus must be the pseudonym of a doctor from our hospital.”

“Ah…… That’s right. I don’t think there’s another hospital that can treat someone this well.”

This time it was the director.

It may seem natural for the director to be concerned about his own hospital, but at least not when it comes to diabetes.

No, not in the part where I was involved.

why?

Because it's truly the best in the world.

“Yes, that’s right, sir. Is there anyone who seems to have made a lot of money recently…?”

“Umm…….”

Our gaze was immediately drawn to the director.

We were the ones who made the most money, but there was no need for us to become the culprits.

Even though we were in the US, we didn't know the whole story.

Compared to him, the director may have been a bit crazy, but he was the true head of the organization.

When it comes to running a hospital, I know everything, big or small.

“Come to think of it…… There was a guy who recently quit the hospital.”

“Should I close the hospital? But then there would be no way to get a cow pancreas……?”

This time it's me.

For the literal reason.

Aren't we monopolizing the cow pancreas?

That kind of tough, lucrative work is what a gang wants to do, and I'm not bragging, but Liston and I are the godfathers of these London bottom gangs, so that's how it turned out.

“No, no. It’s increased recently. And they’re not just slaughtering in the suburbs of London. It would be difficult to do it in large quantities…….”

“In small quantities? But then is the unit price correct?”

“It’s a single price, right? Think about how much we earn. It’s so expensive that only the nobles can afford it. But you have to come to the hospital. But how much can you get if you make a house call?”

“Umm…….”

“Besides, if I could pay the hospital a bribe, no, that… and not be a salaried doctor, I could eat it all?”

“Then it is definitely not a small amount.”

“But let’s say that that rat named Paracelsus is secretly stealing our patients to treat them. What does that have to do with this murder case?”

I need to correct my comments about the director a little.

The hospital doesn't know everything, big or small.

To be more precise, I should say that I know all the big and small things related to hospital management.

In other words, if it is not related to management, you may not know much about it.

Like what we did with our disciples, including John Snow.

“Ah…… That’s it. Actually, when I first saw this corpse, I thought it was similar to our experiment.”

“Ah. Ah! Oh, come to think of it!”

“I see?”

“Ah…… I understand, now.”

Like Liston and Blundell, I nodded only after hearing John Snow's words.

Even though the poor animals we killed were abandoned dogs and captured rats… … .

If you just look at the condition of the body, it's not much different from this person.

There were no obvious injuries, nor were there any signs of poisoning.

It's a corpse that just disappeared as consciousness faded, leaving no trace behind.

Of course, there are cases where people convulse or talk nonsense before they die, but since these are characteristics that are observed so often in other deaths, even if there were eyewitness accounts, it wouldn't be of much help.

“This is what happens when you take too much of that thing our Master calls insulin.”

“Ah……? How did you know that?”

“Because I tried it?”

“To a person…? That’s not it…? Right?”

“No. I did it to an animal.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s fortunate.”

John Snow was a smart guy, so he must have had everything he saw in his head at that time.

After hearing that explanation, the director looked at me with an extremely anxious expression for some reason, but the misunderstanding was soon resolved.

Even though it was resolved, my mood didn't immediately improve.

“Thank goodness? Am I crazy? Are you going to kill someone just to be curious?”

“Hasn’t that happened before?”

“Anyone bad enough to be caught by London’s lax police force isn’t human.”

“Ah…… I see. If you think about it that way, it might be possible.”

“Do you understand now? I have my own standards.”

“Oh, oh. I see. I understand. I will try not to commit sins in my life.”

So I protested, and fortunately, the director repented and shuddered.

Yeah, I'm telling you to live well.

Like me.

“Yeah, right. So this needle mark is also a diabetes treatment… So you’re saying that’s when the murder occurred?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“Well, things have gotten easier. I guess I’ll have to look into everyone in our hospital who can handle diabetes, including those who quit their jobs.”

While the director was trembling like that, Liston stepped forward in anger.

He may be a good doctor, but I think he would have been much better at another job.

Among them are the police.

Just looking at the fact that he's already so excited that he grabs the director by the collar and asks for the list, it's obvious that he's in a vocation.

You might think I'm a gangster, but these days, police officers are sometimes worse than gangsters, so it's a calling.

“Okay. Here you go.”

“Who is the most suspicious among these?”

“I guess it’s these three. One is still in the hospital, but his spending has increased.”

“Okay… I’ll catch it.”

“Like this? Without any evidence?”

“You have to catch the evidence and find it. What if you say you’ll find it later but end up hiding it?”

It was an investigative method that threw away all human rights and everything else.

“That sounds plausible?”

It sounded like something was right.

“Let’s go ahead.”