Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 41

Episode 41 Headache… … ? [2]

It's not that I didn't know what was going on.

I'm a doctor no matter what.

'Blood rushed to the lower body… … and a loss of consciousness due to low blood flow occurred.'

In such cases, memories are also lost.

In the first place, he said he couldn't even remember the fact that he had passed out.

In fact, when fighter pilots train for gravity acceleration, aren't there many cases where those who have already failed immediately perform Valsalva breathing as soon as they regain consciousness?

No, I don't have to go that far. I was also a former Air Force medical officer and a member of a flight corps, so I received that kind of training.

'It can't be good for your health…'

Would that be okay?

That couldn't be happening.

Whatever it is, blood isn't flowing to my head.

Even though the time was short, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was a short cerebral infarction.

‘Shit… wouldn’t it be better to try a different treatment…?’

Wasn't 19th century medicine a real mess?

It seemed like there might be something better than this.

“Oh. Anyway, my head doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Meanwhile, Dr. Robert got up.

I felt a little dizzy when I woke up.

It felt like I forgot my headache by deliberately giving myself another huge pain.

“Yeah, I said it’s bread.”

“Those who still draw blood should look at this and reflect on themselves. There are also methods of bloodletting like this.”

Then he laughed heartily with Dr. Thomas.

While criticizing other doctors.

I thought that might be the topic.

“Go and tell me what’s going on. Jemel is the biggest problem. He’s really crazy about drawing blood.”

“I guess so. Since we’re on the subject, I’ll just go for a bit and then leave.”

“Okay. Let’s do that.”

Perhaps because of Dr. Robert's presence, the group planned to have a conversation in advance rather than simply gossiping.

It must have been because he was confident that his opponent could never hurt him.

Of course, there wasn't much consideration for me as his companion.

I was just curious.

What kind of treatment does this doctor named Jemel provide?

'Did you say that the doctor was from France?'

I wondered why on earth I had come all the way from France to England.

I heard that he is quite famous for his skills… … .

'The treatment at that time was… … .'

That bastard drained blood from the stomach of a patient who had a stomachache before.

So what should we do with people who say they have a headache?

It seemed like there was no difference.

It'll probably drain blood from your head.

"ha……."

I sighed without realizing it.

"what's the matter?"

Robert asked me as he looked at me like that.

He seemed a bit worried.

“Do you have a headache? Don’t worry.”

Thomas also spoke to me.

To be honest, it was true that I had a headache.

Isn't headache originally a very common symptom?

There is probably no one who has never had a headache in their life, but it was even more so in an environment where stress inevitably built up like mine.

'But that doesn't mean you can go in there.'

Because the speed was slow, I was confident I could hold out.

Because I am a trained person.

Is there any need to go in there?

I had to see that there was no reason for that to happen.

“Oh, no. It’s okay.”

“No, you look a little pale, honey.”

“I think it hurts. If you go in, you’ll feel better right away.”

I shook my head, barely holding back the urge to tell him to stop being so annoying.

“It’s really okay.”

“Yeah, well. What can I do if he says he’s okay?”

“It’s too bad. It’ll get better soon.”

Fortunately, for headaches, there is no specific diagnostic tool even in the 21st century.

Of course, if there is an underlying cause, then imaging tests can be performed, but otherwise, it is a bit ambiguous.

In this day and age, we rely solely on actual patient statements, so we just let it slide.

“Your head hurts?”

"yes."

Anyway, as I approached Jemel's office, I heard this sound, as if a patient with a headache had arrived.

“Bring it.”

“Excuse me, what is that?”

I don't know why, but the patient's voice was shaking thinly.

I wondered why, but my doubts were immediately resolved as soon as I entered the room.

'What the fu*k is that?'

Jemel was holding a strange tool that his assistant had brought.

It wasn't even at the level of acupuncture mainly used in Oriental medicine.

It was a lump of something thicker than that needle.

“A headache is caused by blood rushing to the head.”

“Uh… … Then this… … ?”

“Oh, no. You don’t have to stab him in the head. You have to stab him in the back of the foot.”

"uh……?"

“Just lie down here.”

“Oh, there’s no anesthesia? I heard they do have anesthesia these days.”

“What kind of anesthesia is this?”

“Hey! Hey hey hey!”

The assistants, with great skill, laid the patient down on the dirty bed next to him.

It was strangely short, so the tips of my toes were sticking out from under the bed.

“Ugh!”

The assistants held down the patient's body while laying him down.

It looked like a scene from a torture session, but then Thomas intervened.

“Stop bothering the patient with unnecessary things and tell him to get into my machine.”

I nodded without realizing it.

Until just a moment ago, it was considered an extremely primitive machine, but after seeing this, I realized that it was truly advanced medicine.

But Jemel had a blunt face.

“Are there one or two patients who died there?”

He responded with death.

You said one died earlier, but it wasn't just one or two?

I looked back at Thomas, feeling a little betrayed.

Dr. Thomas had a shameless face.

“You’ve killed more than one patient, haven’t you?”

“He was originally going to die. A healthy person doesn’t die just because he bleeds a little.”

“That may be true, but don’t you think the odds have increased?”

“I don’t have it.”

Now that I look at it, there was plenty of grounds for criticizing this side as well.

It couldn't be helped since both of them had killed more than one person.

'The doctor killed so many people… … ?'

Neither of them even got mad when they heard that he had killed someone.

It was just so confident.

Sigh.

Meanwhile, Jemel pricked the patient's heel with what appeared to be a bundle of needles.

“Ugh.”

Blood began to spurt out along with a scream.

The only fortunate thing was that it wasn't a blood vessel that had been touched, and was leaking out.

“How about a headache?”

“Not yet… I don’t know yet.”

Jemel asked, bleeding like that.

If the patient had been sensible, he would have said that he wasn't in pain even though he was.

The patient simply said that he did not know whether the person was stubborn or not.

"is it so?"

At those words, Jemel turned his head with a stubborn expression.

I also turned my head to follow that gaze.

'knife…….'

Where are you going to cut with a knife?

At this point, it was more absurd than scary.

How dare you suddenly think of sticking a knife in a patient who comes in complaining of a headache.

That crazy… … .

“In this case, wouldn’t it be better to just run the machine?”

“Doctor Robert… … Isn’t that something you should be saying?”

“What does that mean?”

“No, that’s not true.”

Dr. Robert intervened.

Jemel flared at those words, but then lowered his head as soon as their eyes met.

Blood was still flowing down into a bucket on the examination room floor.

“Are you lacking blood… … .”

Then he muttered something vampire-like and headed towards the knife.

“That’s right.”

I knew Dr. Robert would say something like this and stop him.

But he just said that and turned around and left.

“How long are you going to keep doing this primitive treatment?”

Dr. Thomas did the same.

'Don't you dare? You're going to kill someone right now?'

What can I do in this situation?

We had no choice but to come out together.

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

I don't know where it was, but anyway, as I was walking down the hallway, a scream rang out.

Robert asked, looking at my confused face.

“Are you curious?”

"yes?"

“I wonder where I’ll bleed next?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Yes. In fact, it’s difficult to treat intractable headaches with just a machine. I guess it’s because the blood is rushing in for a while.”

Thomas seemed to have something to say to Robert's words, but he did not dare to intervene.

I just felt like it was telling me what it meant to lick my lips.

It was not a situation to talk about others.

'Stop obsessing over blood… … .'

Of course, if it was a headache caused by high blood pressure, it might have a temporary effect.

Tension headaches may also get better after you pass out.

There seems to be a similar probability that it could get worse, but this is medically impossible to infer and is meaningless, so there is nothing to say.

But for most headaches, bleeding… …what good does it do?

“You cut my arm. Isn’t there a vein behind the artery here?”

"yes?"

“It’s bleeding a little there.”

I thought it was a good idea to come out.

From then on, it becomes full-scale murder.

'Still, those who are meant to live will live.'

Of course, seeing that it was established as a fundamental treatment meant that more people did not die.

If I had known this would happen, I would have tried harder to treat it when I was in the 21st century.

Doesn't that mean human life is incredibly tenacious?

“If that doesn’t work, I’ll cut you here on your forehead.”

"uh……."

“If that doesn’t work.”

Is there more?

If that doesn't work, should I kill you?

It seems like it's already in the process of being killed.

“They shave their heads and stab themselves. They used to burn their scalps, but it hurt so much that I didn’t want to do that.”

"ah……."

I wonder if that person made a huge mistake.

I have no idea what burning your scalp is or how to do it.

The only scene that played in my head was Khal Drogo pouring boiling gold on a man's head in Game of Thrones.

It was almost instant death, probably.

“The machine is good.”

Yeah, a machine would be better than that.

It's like you have to risk your life every time.

Rather than that… … it would be better to go into the barrel and spin around… … .

“Well, it’s a very advanced treatment. Of course, there are other treatments that are being tried these days.”

"which……?"

I thought it would be okay to stop now.

But Robert was excited, and so was Thomas.

It was Thomas who opened his mouth and started talking at the mention of a new attempt.

“Do you know how nerves work?”

“Oh, yes.”

I guess he wasn't asking about the principles I know.

So, what I'm saying is that we're not asking about the complex physiological phenomenon of neurotransmitters being secreted based on internal concentration.

Rather than that, it would just stay at the level of a frog's legs moving when electricity was passed through it.

'Oh, I don't want to hear that.'

I think we're going to talk about electricity…

“I don’t think it’s the electric chair,” Thomas chuckled.

“It moves with electricity. Then there’s research on whether giving it that signal would make your head stop hurting. They used eels… … The electricity from South American eels is said to be very strong.”

“Oh, I see.”

Instead of talking about eel vitality, we're talking about electricity.

This was definitely not Korea.

“I tried to conduct electricity with it… … and made an artificial chair.”

"yes?"

“You sit on that chair and they run electricity through your head. There are reports that it helps relieve headaches. I’ll get one ready soon, so come and see me then.”

“Ah… … that.”

It was hell.

I never thought they'd actually create an electric chair.