Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 374

Episode 374 Hormones [4]

I tore it.

Really… … .

It would be presumptuous of me to mix the Lord into a lecture on homeostasis, but I don't think even the Lord would have known.

Even if He is omnipotent, if He knew this, I think I would be a bit like that.

Isn't it?

Did you send me here knowing that?

'Does that mean I can joke around even more freely?'

I don't know whether our Lord will be pleased with this train of thought of mine.

But one thing is certain, our 19th century doctors were finally beginning to feel a little uneasy about this practice of grinding up and sticking body parts in.

This was encouraging.

It was like that as soon as I started poking it in.

“Then…… this will also have side effects, is that what you’re saying?”

“Maybe… that’s true. If what the doctor says is medical, then it’s very plausible.”

“No matter what…… how can a person know everything?”

“I found it strange at first, but now I just think of it as a warning sign.”

“I heard he was a Joseon shaman……?”

“Whether it’s magic or something else, isn’t it the Lord who ultimately brings it about? How can a god be this magical?”

I didn't like the whole flow of the conversation.

It is certainly difficult for me as a scientist to accept that everyone already regards me as a sorcerer and a follower of the Lord.

Wouldn't that be so?

Actually, when I was at the university hospital, the thing I hated the most was missing the timing of treatment because I got caught up in superstitions.

Not just me, probably all doctors are like that.

'what…….'

However, it was already too late to just listen quietly, because the absolute flow was going as I had intended.

“Then there really are side effects… hmm.”

Jean Pierre also looks anxious and keeps looking down at his groin area.

Doing something like that in front of others may not seem like gentlemanly behavior, but there's nothing I can do about them being Baguettes.

No matter how much you study and study, there are bound to be some marks that never go away.

Even now, when I close my eyes, the smell of shit coming from the Seine River makes me dizzy. Maybe it's because they're Baguettes, but they're still poisonous.

“I guess I should start asking them about side effects when I see them. Hey, Snow.”

“Yes, Professor!”

Unlike the anxious Jean-Pierre, it would not be an exaggeration to say that Liston, who had no reason to do such a thing, was just confident.

Thanks to this, he was able to call in Snow, the statistician, and have a more constructive conversation.

He had no idea that I was treating him like an AI-powered calculator, and he still had a deep respect for me and Liston for various reasons, so he was very enthusiastic about whatever I asked him to do.

“First of all, what diseases are related to these body parts?”

“According to Professor Taiping’s teachings… I have erectile dysfunction, ejaculation, and benign prostatic hyperplasia.”

Of course, it means doing your best within the scope of your knowledge.

How wonderful life would be if those three were the only diseases related to body parts in the world.

Of course, just those three are a pain in the ass.

These are actually the main diseases.

“Hmm. You’re still young. You’re also suffering from hair loss. That’s a really scary disease.”

"ah."

There was sincerity in Liston's voice.

It had to be that way.

Didn't you postpone the full treatment because you were exposed to the sea breeze while riding a boat?

In the meantime, Liston's head had reached a point where it seemed as if it could be planted.

Even though he didn't say anything, it seemed like he had given up on something, as if he wasn't even praying these days.

Instead, he just sighs, but the deep sigh is enough to make the viewer feel sad.

Even the young John Snow was speechless when he saw Liston like that.

“Now, let’s create a questionnaire based on this.”

Rather, the person involved, Liston, was calm.

I don't know if it's because it's been a long time, or because he's a great person who would have easily made his mark on history even if it weren't for me, but the voice of someone who overcame pain had a deep appeal.

Jon Snow would have been doing his best originally, but he showed output that exceeded his limits because of Liston.

Even though it was far from the standard of the questionnaires used in modern medical papers in terms of both evidence and format, it was better than what I was doing.

No, I could do it if I wanted to, but it came to a level where I really had to give it my all.

How efficient is that, I can do other things during that time?

This time, unfortunately, all I did was take a walk and watch the prisoners, but it was meaningful just to know that there was still room for me to do something productive at any time.

"hey."

"yes yes!"

If this were a 21st century university hospital, handing out questionnaires to patients, not guinea pigs, and receiving the results would have been the job of a junior researcher.

But our party had been refining and refining for ultimate efficiency, so it was up to Liston and Joseph to question the tough prisoners.

Joseph is known only as a disinfectant because he was pushed by Liston, but there is a reason why he can forcibly wash the hands of people who hate him in the first place.

Right now, in our hospital, there is no one other than Liston who can beat Joseph.

Even if we expand the scope beyond hospitals to organizations, it is similar.

Even among the guys in the slaughterhouse, there are those who are the leaders and are worth fighting with in bare-handed combat.

“Write this. You have to write it honestly. Otherwise…….”

“Eek.”

The point was that both of them could cast the 'Pressure' skill just by looking at them.

In addition, the two were also casting the 'Witcher's Glance' skill.

It wasn't easy for the prisoners to see me standing behind them, humming my favorite lyrics with a strange look in my eyes.

It has been like that from the beginning.

He has black hair, black eyes, and strangely white skin that is not yellow, and he looks completely different, but isn't he wearing clothes that belong to the aristocracy of the British Empire?

The shock of the strange ensemble was powerful even for prisoners who knew nothing about it.

“They’re all here. There are more urinary symptoms than I thought.”

“It’s not just that, there’s also the shortness of breath symptom that I added because the reviewer mentioned it earlier.”

“Is it because of the urine? If I can’t urinate, I get out of breath.”

“They say that this is what happens when the heart muscle grows bigger, not just other muscles?”

“That’s nonsense. Wouldn’t it be good if the heart muscles got bigger? It would probably beat better.”

“I think so too. But Pyeong-i is stubborn.”

I'm telling you in case you don't know, this conversation isn't happening without me.

Even though I, a Joseon shaman, have my eyes wide open, this is happening.

'No matter how I look at it, Liston… … I think he knows that I'm not just a simple sorcerer.'

If I were Liston, no matter how confident I was in my strength, I don't think I would be able to do that if I had even the slightest suspicion that my opponent was a real sorcerer.

If you look closely, there is a strange energy in the eyes that look at me from time to time.

But I don't really want to ask that.

If you are a child who doesn't know anything about the ways of the world, then maybe you wouldn't know… … .

As you live, don't you come to realize that there are many things that are better left uncovered?

“Anyway, it’s strange. Those guys who are out of breath are coming out.”

“But overall, I’m still very satisfied. It’s not like it all turned out like this.”

The two also had quite a bit of small talk.

Not only these two, but also Alfred, Colin, and the brainy John Snow, who no matter how you look at him, looks like he came to play for no reason, joined in.

They all explained their theories and hypotheses, spitting out their own stories.

I believe everyone knows why I don't bother to copy and paste it.

I have taught you a lot, but there is still a lot to be learned.

– It may be a bit presumptuous of me to ask this, but… What would happen if we ground up the body parts of a young, healthy prisoner and tested them? After all, wouldn’t the most accurate experiment be conducted on a human being?

Among them, I wrote down only one, the one I remember the most.

I almost screamed while listening to it.

oh my god…….

You want to cut off my body parts for an experiment?

I admit, I've done quite a bit of human experimentation.

Probably by 21st century standards, if you force the law, you can't avoid being convicted.

Of course, I have noble intentions, and I will not deny that all of those targeted deserved to die… … .

'No matter what, isn't it a bit much to say something like that when you're sober?'

Fortunately, even other 19th century people balked at this statement.

-Well, it might be okay to remove those who are to be executed before execution.

Of course, in the meantime, such a crazy proposal came out.

It's true that I was slightly attracted to it.

what…….

He's going to die anyway.

In a way, I thought that this was also an organ donation in a sense.

But overall, the atmosphere was a bit… … so I didn’t add anything unnecessary.

I am also a person with a keen eye, that's what I'm saying.

“Then what should we do? We’ll proceed with the experiment… but despite the side effects, there are an overwhelming number of people who are satisfied.”

“Let’s increase the quantity. After all, it’s not like they’re going to bring more to the slaughterhouse. I saw before that they cut it up really quickly.”

“Should we increase it further?”

“Yes. The goal is to see the side effects. So we give more.”

“Hmm. Maybe? But it’s a hassle to bring it in, extract it, and then inject it. It’s a pain to come here twice a week now.”

“Well… wouldn’t that reduce the annoying period?”

“Ah…… You’re convinced that there will be serious side effects.”

Are you sure?

Of course.

I know this because I've seen a lot of what happens when you get too much male hormones.

Many people say that they are safe and that they are right, but… … .

Surprisingly, medicine is not a field that can be done with willpower, but rather a discipline that is close to facts.

Even those who insisted on such facts had to prove it with their own bodies by dying one by one from myocardial infarction.

“Yes, 100%.”

“And yet you say we should increase the quantity. You are clearly a villain.”

“No, I am doing this to dissuade His Majesty the King.”

“You’re trying to discourage me after seeing the way I liked you so much in the palace. That’s what a villain is all about.”

“I can’t just let you die.”

“Well… there’s a saying that a person’s fate is in the hands of heaven.”

“No… Is that something a person who believes in God would say?”

“I think that the sky they talk about in Joseon is God.”

I shook my head, unable to bear to watch the birth of heresy.

What if I go to Joseon and do something like this?

'No, maybe it's a good thing… …?'

If it's Liston, wouldn't he be able to make the Donghak movement and everything else successful?

Well, I don't think it'll work because the times aren't right, but anyway.

“Stop talking nonsense and start doubling the amount from now on.”

“Okay, let’s do that. But what if I die then?”

“What if I die? I have to record it.”

“Yeah, yeah.”