Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 421

Episode 421: Ambulance [1]

When you think of carriage, you probably think of a huge vehicle.

It's actually bigger than a regular car.

It's not that the horse is stronger, it's just that it's made of wood and therefore less heavy.

What this means is that if you carry too much luggage, it will be hard for the horse to talk, and if the dog gets tired, it will end up being hard for the owner as well.

“Will this work?”

“Only human drivers ride here.”

“Yeah, well… but why do the empty carriages go?”

“If there’s an urgent patient, bring them here, or I’ll treat them up there.”

"Will that be any practice? There'll always be work to be done on the bare ground."

“Would you like me to do your hair on the floor too?”

“Ugh.”

So I made thorough preparations.

It was something that everyone, not just Liston, who had just been blinded by the head attack, said, 'This is a bit much.'

In the 21st century, it would have been acceptable to say that money is not the issue when it comes to saving lives, but that is not the case now.

All I can say is that I could use that money for much more important things.

In fact, it means that human life is not that important these days.

That's a given.

If you valued it, London wouldn't be in this state.

Dagdak.

However, since I had already established myself as a Joseon shaman a long time ago and since it was an era where money was everything, there was no one to criticize me for spending my own money, so I was able to prepare it without any problems.

In this way, we were able to take six carriages and head to the site of the accident.

Everyone stood aside because the procession was so grand that it was hard to see it even in Kensington.

Even at the forefront, there was an ambulance with a Liston knife on its roof, so there was no one to block our path.

Drumroll.

Horses are animals that strangely grow stronger the more they run, so they began to gain speed little by little.

Of course, if you don't come to your senses at this point and push yourself harder, you'll quickly get tired and collapse.

Coming here, I realized that humans didn't use oxen instead of horses for labor.

The endurance is definitely running.

Rather than using words, it would be much better to just use the prisoners overflowing in the prison.

“Whoa, whoa.”

But when it comes to quickly reaching locations that are not too far away, there is no animal better than a horse.

We soon arrived in a place on the outskirts of London, a place we don't even know the name of… … .

Now I could reach the collapsed bridge.

Strangely enough, military bases are always located in the corners of the 21st century, and this place was no exception, so there were hardly any people coming and going except soldiers.

'What… …did I fall for a trick?'

First, I got out of the carriage and looked down at the accident site.

Dozens of soldiers still lay trapped in the steep ravine, along with the remains of a bridge that appeared to have been made of wood, but was not a suspension bridge.

Among them, there were several who appeared to be dead at first glance.

At this point, it is understandable why John Snow dared to barge into the camps of several influential figures, including the king.

“It seems like it collapsed right in the middle of the marching group… What should we do?”

Liston recalled the moment when he collapsed with his brilliant intuition, then stopped just as he was about to go down.

My legs weren't that long, but that didn't mean it would be easy to get down that cliff.

Besides, isn't the goal just to go down?

I had to either go and treat the person or bring the person who had fallen up.

Although there seemed to be hundreds of soldiers on both sides of the broken bridge, only a few went down to engage in rescue operations.

It was a situation that could have happened.

“Oh, over there!”

Then Joseph discovered a side road where soldiers were going up and down.

As it was literally a side road, it was a road that only one person could go up or down.

“How long has it been since the accident?”

Since there was already a group of people coming up carrying what I couldn't tell if they were patients or corpses, I first grabbed an officer nearby and asked him.

The other person was wondering who this yellow guy was, but as soon as he saw Liston's strange head, he started to snicker and apologized to me.

“Oh, I don’t know! I’m sorry!”

“No, that’s fine. How long has it been?”

“It hasn’t even been an hour yet. But this… there’s only one way to rescue them… there are a lot of people…”

“An hour. Hmm.”

An hour is actually not that long.

When you play a game with a lot of language, time passes by in the blink of an eye.

But in an emergency, an hour is often likened to an eternity.

Unfortunately, in this case, it would have to be assumed that about a third of the people were already dead.

It's not that there are that many people dead right now, it's that there are that many people who will die in the future.

It's a bit funny to say that it's fortunate that the bridge collapsed, but fortunately it's not that high up.

“Once those people come up, we’ll take a look and then go down.”

“Oh, okay.”

“You might just need surgery right away.”

“Ah… right. But do you really need to go down there yourself? Wouldn’t it be better to just have these guys continue to rescue them?”

In some ways, Liston's words are correct.

Because doctors are not specialists in structure.

I've never been trained in that way in the first place.

Oh, I did receive it once while shouting 'I have to save you!' in the military…

It's very difficult to apply the real-world example of carrying a doll that has fallen on flat ground on a stretcher and running.

The poster that says it is training that is similar to real combat feels meaningless, as it is nothing more than a formality.

'Compared to them, the 119 rescue workers are amazing.'

Those people are truly specialists in structure.

First of all, the physical strength is good enough that an average adult male could carry it on his shoulders and rescue it by himself.

It wasn't just moving, it was actually taking me out.

Not only that, they are trained to maneuver in various rough terrains and receive first aid training, making them the most reliable colleagues in the field.

'The problem is that they're not 119.'

In the 19th century, even doctors were not trustworthy.

If I leave it alone, even my disciples have a 90% chance of sending someone to the gallows, so what about ordinary soldiers?

It's really… seeing it being dragged up even now…

No, what if you just grab one arm and one leg and come up without a stretcher?

It wasn't a matter of getting dirty because his back was rubbing against the floor, but it was safe to say that the patient's spinal and cervical injuries were finished because of that transfer.

"No. I'll go down. Joseph, you come."

“Uh, me? I have surgery….”

“No, you have to come with me. And… if you have any hands left, come.”

“Oh, yes. It is an honor.”

So I had to go down.

Fortunately, there were more than ten stretchers loaded onto the carriage, so it seemed like there would be no shortage.

Anyway, I first looked at the patients who had just been brought in.

One was already a corpse, and the other… … .

'Even if we all cling to this man, it will take another hour to save him.'

I felt like I was going to die soon.

But since I felt bad about sending him away without doing anything, I first cut his neck with a knife.

Then, as expected, he pushed in the iron pipe that was inside the ambulance.

This way, it would remain hidden until transport.

After that, it was up to the doctor at the hospital… … .

'May he rest in peace in advance.'

After a brief prayer, I looked after the rest of the patients.

Some patients suffered fractures, while others suffered only bruises.

“Wait here, wait there. This way, over there.”

There were four empty carriages in total.

One was to be used for the body, one for urgent transport, one for later transport, and one for rest.

I had categorized the patients in my own way, Liston, who had excellent intuition, whispered in my ear.

“I… Are the patients in the carriage with the red sign also dying?”

The fact that I can say something like this even though I haven't said it's likely to happen yet suggests that there's no significant difference in intelligence between people in the 19th century.

There is only a difference in the accumulated knowledge.

But what was important was that the difference in knowledge was ultimately creating an insurmountable wall.

"Yes, I guess. But you can still survive. If you get proper treatment at the hospital."

“Church… can we do it without us…?”

"That's why I usually open classes, but there aren't many people taking them yet, so there's nothing I can do. Still, since the director is still here, things will get a little better."

“Yeah, Director… Anyway, what do I do then?”

Liston was in a situation where there was nothing he could do right away.

I could have killed the broken man, but I told him to stay put for now since there was a good chance I would have to kill him literally.

It's a bad thing, but it's still right to think of Liston as a cutting machine.

"Just wait upstairs. I'll write down any necessary measures down there and bring them up."

“Aha. That’s good.”

After roughly organizing the traffic, I headed down.

The backpack on my back contained a first aid kit, but the further I went down, the more I wished I had never needed it.

When looking from above, it looked like just a steep road, but it was completely dirt.

The dust was rising so thickly that it seemed like it would be impossible to deal with it even if I tried.

Patient 'Treatment!'… … .

“Joseph.”

"huh."

"First, find someone who's still breathing. Don't worry about the dead."

“Uh… uh, really?”

“Yes. First, we need to save those who can be saved.”

“Oh, I see.”

With that thought in mind, I released the soldiers who had come down with Joseph onto the cliff.

I also started to look at the people close to me on the slope.

The people trapped underneath not only received the full impact of the fall, but also felt the pressure from above, making it difficult to save them.

First of all, to rescue them, we had to first get the people above them out.

“Here I am! I can breathe!”

“Pull!”

“Pull!”

The problem was that it wasn't an easy task.

“Wait! Don’t pull until I see you… Ah.”

“Oh, I can’t breathe.”

Patients should not be treated roughly.

This is especially true for those with injuries.

“You said that earlier too… Why can’t you hold out any longer…?”

“Why are you all so weak?”

When I saw it, it was probably a problem with the neck, but I pulled on it to try to get it out, so I went right away.

But everyone, including Joseph, thinks that they just went because they were unlucky or weak.

Actually, while I was running an obesity camp recently, I had a presumptuous thought that even 19th century medicine has come a long way, but I'm reflecting on it.

Still… … far away.

No matter what field it is, if you look closely, it is the 19th century that is lacking from start to finish.