Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 373

Episode 373 Hormones [3]

“No… How long has it been since then?”

“Witchcraft… It’s real witchcraft. Otherwise….”

“This is… not sorcery, but a miracle? God….”

“They said it was a blood goddess… Is it really a goddess?”

It's now been two weeks since we started the experiment.

Everyone is getting a testicular injection twice a week.

So… … you’re saying you’re being injected with bovine testosterone.

You might be wondering if that's a big deal… … .

We need to consider the size difference between cows and humans.

Although humans have larger genitals than other apes, cows… … .

Isn't it literally a large mammal, dozens of times larger than a human?

'I never dreamed that body parts could be that big.'

It was really big.

It's about half the size of a fist.

If I say this, there might be some people who are proud and say that their body parts are only the size of a fist… … .

It's testicular cancer, so you need to go to the hospital quickly.

Anyway, a cow's body parts are several times the size of a typical human male.

It may be a bit ignorant to estimate that the amount of hormones is several times higher, but my 19th century-ized brain is convinced that it is.

'Then how many times more than the original amount should be secreted… is it currently being maintained?'

In the short term, it does show significant effects.

“Hey, can I get hit too? It seems like I could end up like Professor Liston.”

“Me too…… I want to get hit.”

"me too……."

“Me too, Professor. I want to be a man.”

There's a reason why Joseph, Alfred, Colin, and even our brilliant brainiac John Snow are going crazy like this, you see.

Why are those convicts praising him?

Since he was famous as a sorcerer, he was afraid from the beginning, but even so, wasn't he this sincere from the beginning?

Because we were actually seeing results.

“Look at that torn body…….”

“We eat better.”

They didn't give me the same thing they gave me in prison.

I did that because it seemed highly likely that the experiment would not work properly.

I guess my guess is correct, since it's a male hormone injection.

Sex is something that is only possible after survival is guaranteed.

So I gave him some meat.

Since I was going back and forth to the slaughterhouse anyway, I got the tail, which I didn't really eat, and boiled it to make gomtang (beef bone soup).

-How do you eat something like this… … .

-It seems like Joseon is a very poor country… … .

People next to me were saying this without any hesitation, but once they tasted the milky white broth, they all became silent.

Especially when I sprinkled salt and pepper on it, his face turned as if he had never eaten a more delicious delicacy.

Poor bastards, the British.

What good is it no matter how well you live?

Perhaps, if these guys had discovered this oxtail soup first, what kind of dish would it have been?

Wouldn't it be oxtail jelly?

Jelly… … .

'Ugh.'

I felt like cursing for a moment, but I barely held it back.

Anyway, after providing them with such a sumptuous feast and injecting them with a huge amount of male hormones, the prisoners' bodies began to change a lot.

The difference was so stark that there was no need to check whether it was standing or not.

“It’s strange. His Majesty the King is not in such a state of health… If only he had eaten better, he would have eaten well, not badly…?”

“Maybe Mr. Jean Pierre was a bit of a pushover? The fact that he only poked me once a week might have had an effect.”

"ah……."

There was even a moment in the middle where Jean Pierre had to bow his head.

It was just a minor incident.

If a British gentleman had done such a bad thing, he would have been severely criticized.

“That’s what those baguette guys are like.”

What can a French guy do?

Your innate nature doesn't go anywhere.

There are good French people, but most of them, like the director, were kicked out long ago or died there during the revolution.

The rest of the guys are all like that, that's what I'm saying.

“Poke me a little harder. Maybe you’ll change your mind?”

“No… the prisoners are getting better, and we’re still the same.”

“It’s not just us who are like this, the police officers are also dissatisfied. No, they’re anxious.”

Anyway, I looked towards Alfred, who had just discussed anxiety.

Alfred… … .

He is a friend, no, a senior, who is so intelligent that it would be an exaggeration to say he is smart even in empty words.

But he's a native Londoner and a scion of a famous upper class family, so he's seen and learned quite a bit.

Also, looking at the anesthesia, it seems like they are quite meticulous.

This means that there may be useful opinions.

“What are you talking about?”

“When I first brought them here… they looked like they could die if you hit them. But look at them now.”

“It did get a bit messy.”

“If those guys start a riot…….”

A riot in broad daylight, and in the suburbs of London.

It may sound crazy, but it is entirely possible.

That's because the security in the capital of the British Empire is a mess, more so than you might think.

Well, later on, most of them are caught and killed somehow… … .

There were so many people running away, and there were too many people living like there was no tomorrow.

“It’s a riot.”

But I wasn't worried.

The man who just got up, muttering softly, thanks to Liston.

“Don't worry.”

“Ah…… Professor.”

“Am I not here?”

“Well… I don’t think they would dare do that. But it’s true that their physical condition right now seems better than that of most officers, to the point where I’d be worried about that.”

It never occurred to me that they were stupid.

Didn't the officers even see Liston catching the bear?

furthermore…….

Even if they are called police officers, they are just public officials.

In London, where it's not just private companies that skimp on wages, police officers aren't exactly well off.

Of course, I make up for it by taking bribes and extorting money in addition to my salary…

Even if you work so hard to write, it is difficult to live a wealthy life.

“But just wait and see. The officers are eating better here too. They’re eating much better than the prisoners.”

"still……."

“And this injection definitely has side effects.”

“It looks like a panacea.”

“Could there be something like that?”

“Yes. Didn’t God prepare it?”

So, it's okay to worry… … .

I think it's a problem that time will solve.

Of course, it's not that simple.

A cure-all… … .

This is because we live in an age where this absurd belief still exists.

Even our group, which is comprised of people who have accumulated knowledge and concepts that far surpass those of the 19th century, are brazenly acting like this.

'Well… … it is a belief that exists to some extent in 21st century South Korea.'

Although the trajectory is slightly different, the concept of health food is similar.

Treating physical illness through food… … .

In fact, most illnesses are not cured by eating something, but by not eating something.

This is especially true in an affluent country like South Korea in the 21st century.

We must also abandon the illusion of natural food.

As we can see just by looking at the 19th century, mankind has struggled to survive in nature throughout history.

approximately?

Medicines made of chemical compounds are safe because their dosage and efficacy are consistent.

“How did God create us?”

I want to talk about this, but the reality is that I can't.

In fact, even in the 21st century, if you do it openly, you will most likely be criticized as having bad luck.

This is because human ideas change much more slowly than scientific development.

Even I, who am saying this, am a total old fart in a field other than medicine, which is my specialty.

That's why… … .

“I breathed into the earth.”

You must sell the Lord.

Anyway, the one who answered my question was Joseph Lister, a devout Quaker.

Although discrimination against Quakers is a real reality, this group was a unique group that accepted even me, an Asian, so no one said anything about me being arrogant.

He just held his breath and listened to me.

And yet, the side with the prisoners… … .

To be more precise, it seems like looking at the side with the injection just makes me hope that I'm wrong.

You'll probably want to put it in your body right now.

I'm sure if your trust in me wasn't as high as it is now, you would have already stuck it in.

“Yes, that’s right. And what about the body of the person observed by our doctors?”

I continued speaking in the midst of all this.

Everyone became quiet as they realized that this was not a simple question.

Liston muttered, "If you hit it hard, it'll break," but decided to pretend not to notice for the time being.

“Even when I get sick, I try to heal myself. I always try to maintain the same state… that is, the state in which the Lord created me. Although it is not perfect because my body is corrupted by original sin.”

I never dreamed that homeostasis of the human body could be religiously interpreted and explained.

I had no idea that he would use original sin, the most serious topic in Christianity.

'As expected… … Only I can do it.'

It was like that until I opened my mouth, but once I opened it, the theory was completed on its own.

It's a completely pseudo-theory, but if you believe in it, it's bound to sound plausible, so everyone was listening.

Even Liston, who had been looking down at the fist with an irreverent expression just a moment ago, the fist that had probably crushed several people, began to listen.

“The job of our doctors is to help the body work. Sir Jamie’s diabetes is like that. His pancreas is not functioning properly, so we help the pancreas function, right?”

“Then, I, Jean Pierre, am also helping William IV with his impotence due to his undescended body parts.”

“Yes. I hope it turns out just like that…….”

I thought back to a case I had solved before going to the palace.

This could be said to be a case where one wonders how humans, as intelligent animals, learn such bad things first.

Anyway, everyone except Jean Pierre went through it.

It was unfortunate for the people who died, but I also felt fortunate when I thought of the people who might die in the future because of this injection.

“If this pancreatic juice goes beyond the human’s efforts to maintain its original state, side effects occur.”

"side effect……?"

“Yes, my hands and feet tremble slightly.”

“Hmm. That’s about it…….”

Yeah, I was having trouble getting an erection, but I think I can tolerate it as long as the only side effect is shaking hands and feet.

But there is a problem.

“If it’s serious, it can lead to death.”

“No… I haven’t heard anything like that.”

“Brother. What do you think?”

“Ah… that’s right. I saw it with my own two eyes today. A person died when too much of this liquid was put in. I barely saved him.”

“Huh…… How.”

“It is God’s providence. When our treatment deviates from the state that God created, problems arise. I would like to call this the… homeostasis that God has given us.”

Everyone was saying “Amen” to my clear lecture.

Somehow I felt like I was a cult leader rather than a medical doctor… … .

Whatever it was, it was good because he was leading the sheep on the right path.