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Episode 369: Our King’s Majesty [3]
Jean Pierre.
The professor at the Royal French Academy of Surgery began to tremble, then quickly called for a chair while still dressed as a servant.
It was not that I did not want to, but because I felt that if I left it like that, it would stumble and fall at any moment, and because I firmly believed that our King was receiving help in some way, I readily brought him a chair.
I didn’t do it myself, the guard who came with me brought it.
In my opinion, it seems like moving your body as much as possible would be more helpful for your stamina than getting shots and things like that… … .
‘I scolded you just now, so if I scold you again, it’s a bit much, even if William IV is a kind person, right?’
I decided to close my mouth for a moment.
It wasn’t easy, but luckily I had new prey.
Jean Pierre.
my friend.
“What on earth are you doing?”
There was already someone biting it.
It was Liston.
Even though we’re friends, isn’t he still Doctor Baguette?
It was even a Frenchman who messed with our king.
If the words came out nicely, it would have been even stranger.
“There was a request for medical attention.”
But Jean Pierre was also a big shot.
Paris, France is the largest city outside of London, and he was a famous person there.
Even though he was wearing a servant’s uniform and carrying a teacup set, he quickly came to his senses and responded in a serious voice.
However, since he was not wearing the usual servant’s clothes but was wearing women’s clothing, the more he struggled, the stranger he looked.
“Crossdressing?”
“You can’t get caught, can you? You know better than anyone how narrow-minded the Londoners are. Are there any who have changed despite you and Dakpyo Piyoung?”
“Hmm.”
But sincerity had a way of getting through.
Despite his ridiculous appearance, his heartfelt confession succeeded in moving our hearts a little.
Definitely the London guys… … .
Maybe it’s because they’re islanders, but they’re really tight-lipped.
No, when they are enterprising, they are enterprising, but only in a strange way, and they don’t listen to what we say.
“This powder therapy is the same.”
“powder?”
“I don’t have a proper term for it, but… listen to me. Your Majesty, there’s a reason you use this method.”
In any case, Jean Pierre succeeded in not only escaping criticism but also attracting our attention.
As expected of a French guy, his words flowed out as if he had butter on his tongue.
‘Your Majesty the King… … You must understand.’
Even I, a master of tricks, was bewitched, so I guess that naive gentleman had no choice.
Anyway, we gathered around the table, including William IV.
“Oh, that’s not tea.”
“That’s right.”
I was about to pour some black tea without realizing it, but was stopped by Jean-Pierre.
Looking inside the kettle, I saw a syringe surrounded by ice.
‘Oh my… … The syringe looks pretty… … convincing, doesn’t it?’
At least it seemed better than the mass-produced syringes we use in hospitals.
I felt something was rattling.
“It’s already been over a year since you came and went from Paris.”
“Why are you bringing that up all of a sudden?”
“Listen. This is good news for you.”
“Hmm.”
Liston nodded his head at the good words and stepped back.
He was not a nobleman who rarely heard compliments, but he always seemed weak to compliments.
Anyway, Jean Pierre started to talk seriously.
“It was a huge shock. In fact, cholera is a disease that kills everyone… People say that it’s a curse that you, Dr. Pi-young, caused, but that’s… not true, is it?”
“No. Would that work?”
“Yes, I believe so. I know how hard you tried to treat it. And it didn’t actually work. It was an unheard of……treatment.”
“That was true.”
“At that time, the doctors in Paris were troubled. They thought that while we were at a standstill, the doctors in London had made such progress.”
Liston chuckled at Jean-Pierre’s words.
“Isn’t that a given? The excellence of our British people…….”
“Okay, listen. That great British duke cut off his own body parts, didn’t he?”
“No, how on earth do you do that…?”
“It’s an open secret. How could we keep it a secret that a famous person’s body parts are missing?”
“Ugh. What the hell.”
But the laughter didn’t last long.
It was because he brought up the Duke of Jamie’s body parts, which is our British weakness.
I thought that, if it was for the sake of saving face, it would be right to kill Sir Jamie.
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Liston also looked at me as if he had read my mind and shook his head with a solemn expression.
Thanks to that, Jean-Pierre, who had obtained the silence he had been longing for, continued speaking hurriedly.
“It was from that time on. There was a boom in experiments in Paris.”
“ah.”
I sighed without realizing it.
This was because I had a rough idea of what the experiment would look like at this time.
I don’t think there were many deaths like there was during the cholera outbreak, but I think there were enough deaths to go around.
Jean Pierre also hung his head for a moment as he recalled some bad examples.
But that didn’t last long, and he got up with an indignant look on his face and started talking with the liveliness that is characteristic of Baguette.
“Many people died… but there were also many achievements. I won’t deny that you helped us through all of that.”
“Huh? What kind of……?”
“To be more precise, Sir Jamie.”
“Ah… what kind of help did that person give you?”
Since Liston kept his mouth shut in vicarious shame, the conversation was largely my responsibility.
I looked back from time to time to see what His Majesty the King’s expression was, and surprisingly, he looked indifferent.
Well, it makes sense since it’s something you’ve probably heard before.
“You know how crazy Sir Jamie is with French things, right? Wallpaper and all… right? That’s why there were always a lot of musicians who were invited to his parties, almost like diners, and according to them… since they brought in that doctor named Harry, Sir Jamie’s beard fell out, his hair grew out… and most of all, he stopped calling women to his bedroom.”
“ah…….”
okay.
A beard can be covered with a fake beard.
Hair regrowth is something that doesn’t need to be covered up.
But you can’t hide women’s problems, right?
‘No, but you were still doing it at that age… …?’
I had another question as well, but I couldn’t focus on it.
Because Jean Pierre’s words continued.
“It was a well-known fact that Harry was a body part cutter. So… it seems that some of the doctors in Paris experimented on prisoners.”
“Huh? No…… How can a person…….”
“I know you do all sorts of things.”
“Is that the same as this? I just cut it out because I was curious.”
“Are you different?”
“It’s different, right? I did it for the advancement of medicine. And I didn’t cut off the body parts.”
“Well… well, I guess so.”
Jean-Pierre nodded and said something in French, and I thought I heard the word urine, string, and this, arsenic.
There was no way that could happen.
I don’t speak French.
“Anyway, what I’m saying is that after I cut it off, I couldn’t get an erection.”
“That’s……right?”
“Yeah. You knew so you didn’t cut it, but we didn’t know so we cut it.”
“So what happened to those people now?”
“I don’t know. Should I know? I think some of them are probably in the corpse exhibition.”
“Oh, yes.”
London is rough.
But wasn’t 19th century Paris also a tough place?
I still sometimes dream of the morgue.
Those crazy guys.
“Well, if there are no body parts, you can’t get an erection. Then what if there are more body parts? Aren’t you curious?”
“No… you guys, no way?”
“It wasn’t me. It was an experiment conducted in that prison.”
“no…….”
“It’s something we couldn’t have imagined before. But you opened our eyes. Even if it’s human experimentation, even if it seems a bit evil, you made us realize that it must be done for the advancement of medicine.”
“no…….”
When I listen to you, I can’t even curse.
Instead, I began to worry about how I would be recorded in history.
Misunderstandings are this scary.
I didn’t do that, I just knew the answer… … I just did it to convince others… … .
‘Lord… … These ignorant people do not know what they are doing.’
Only I know the answer.
I feel like I’ve become Jesus.
“Unfortunately, all the people who received body part transplants died. I couldn’t understand the English… but they all died. But that’s what kind of people we French are.”
I don’t know what he wanted to say, but I kept my mouth shut because I thought it wouldn’t be the swear words that were coming to my mind.
If it were normal, I would have cursed at them without hesitation because they were baguettes… … .
Maybe it was because I learned from someone who cut off and reattached someone else’s body parts.
“We are a nation of freedom, equality and fraternity.”
“No, what does that matter…….”
But I never dreamed that such lofty words would come out after the body part transplant, so I found myself screaming without realizing it.
But Jean Pierre was a shameless man.
“Aren’t we a nation that has the freedom to experiment, the right to equally enjoy the results, and the charity to spread them without compensation?”
“no…….”
“Yes, the prison doctors shared the results in perfect condition with all the doctors in Paris. Thanks to that… a new era has begun.”
Just looking at his expression, he looks like he’s the one who started the French Revolution.
But what this man cut off with the guillotine was not the king’s head, but the body parts of an innocent civilian.
He is the most horrible doctor in the world, that’s what I’m saying.
“All the doctors started to study this body part. But isn’t there a limit to the number of prisoners? No matter how many there are to kill.”
“That… is that right.”
Just when I was thinking that the Londoners were better than the Baguette guys, Jean-Pierre took out the syringe from the kettle with shining eyes.
The liquid left inside was red.
It didn’t rattle around like crazy.
It felt a little serious.
“The precious tes**cular fluid has hardened. Anyway, I heard that you also do animal testing… and that you are particularly careful with cow pancreas.”
“No, who the hell told you that… Brother?”
“I was just bragging. I didn’t go into detail.”
They say there’s no one you can trust in this world, but who would’ve thought that Liston was the one sharing our food with them?
As I was trembling, Jean Pierre continued speaking with the same shameless expression on his face as before.
“So I tried using cow body parts. The transplant didn’t work. So I was wondering what to do, and then I remembered that you were talking about grinding up the pancreas and putting it in. So I ground it up and stabbed it in. And then… How did your Majesty feel?”
“I will swear on the King’s honor. Listen carefully, for there is not a single lie in what I say.”