Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 446

Episode 446: Darwin [2]

“I know everything that’s inside.”

“Why don’t you open the door and tell me?”

So we passed through Birmingham and arrived at Darwin's house in Shrewsbury.

Our carriage had some rather flashy decorations, namely the Liston sword, so even if you saw it from afar, you couldn't help but say, 'Ah, they're here,' but no one came out to greet us.

It's not even just our carriage.

Now there will be delays, there will be wealth… … .

Above all, two more carriages came because we didn't know what we would get for Darwin's treatment.

“Hey, aren’t you going to open the door?”

“What do you see over there?”

And yet there is no one.

oh my god…….

It seems that the British Empire has fallen into the fires of hell.

Two nobles came in person… … .

And I didn't come here to extort money, I came here to save people, and this is what I'm doing?

“Oh, it’s coming.”

“As expected, you have to draw your sword to come.”

Actually, it could be because the house is so big.

There was a garden inside the iron gate, and it was much larger than the garden we usually see.

I guess the land prices are cheap because it's not a big city like London, but even considering that, this is…

“You must really have a lot of money.”

“At this point, I guess I must have done something bad?”

"That's right. That's just how the world works. It becomes clearer when you look back on the times when you lived purely. You see it now."

“I think we live cleanly, don’t you?”

"okay?"

"yes."

There is even a botanical garden in the garden.

It's not a guess, there is a glass greenhouse.

That level of luxury is something even Nana Liston couldn't even imagine.

I don't know if it would be the same for Sir Jamie or our king…

Anyway, while I was correcting Liston because he was making strange noises again, a man who I couldn't tell if he was a butler or a servant came running out of breath.

“Ka, the knife… you can’t cut!”

The reason was clear.

Because Liston was pointing his sword at the gate.

If a retard does that, you can just say, "What is that kid doing?" and kick him out.

First of all, it is absolutely impossible to do anything to an iron gate with a knife made somehow.

But what if it's Liston?

The sword wielded by the Sword Master can not only destroy a gate but also a house.

And Liston and I have a much higher reputation for this than we do as doctors.

“So… you are Sword Master Liston, sir.”

“That’s right.”

“Then this side is…… the poet…… the police…….”

“Yeah, that idiot Kim Tae-pyeong.”

That's because original, provocative material is more popular.

The doctor saved a person's life, isn't that fun?

Actually, it's a natural thing.

What good would it do to put that in the news?

If there is such a newspaper, it will fail, right away.

But the doctor curses and cuts iron with a knife?

Wow… … That’s what the news should be about.

“First, inside…….”

"okay."

“The young master is the only one here. Have you come to see the young master?”

“Is the young master Darwin?”

"yes."

“Then that’s right.”

"yes……."

Anyway, thanks to the servant, we were able to open the door properly and head inside instead of having to cut it open.

I thought it was huge when I saw it from the outside, but it felt even bigger when I saw it from the inside.

“Is that a greenhouse?”

“Oh, yes. Your highness, your hobby is looking at plants.”

“So you built a greenhouse because of your hobby?”

“Yes. Haha. You’re being serious.”

Look at this guy, I thought.

Building a greenhouse just for fun.

If it were me in the past, I would have been angry for no reason.

No, to be honest, I know why.

Something… … .

Don't you get angry when you see rich people who don't seem to have a good reason?

'Haha.'

'Good.'

But not anymore.

It's because I'm rich, and I feel less guilty when I take advantage of someone who's rich.

Liston must have had similar thoughts as I did, as we exchanged sinister smiles and entered the massive mansion at the same time.

There were surprisingly quite a few people inside.

“Are you a doctor?”

“That’s right. You wouldn’t have come here to kill someone, would you?”

The man who appeared to be the butler looked around at those people and asked us.

Liston, being a man who sometimes goes around killing people, felt a bit guilty and answered in detail.

The butler had heard of Liston's reputation, so he seemed to have decided to ignore the unpleasant remarks.

He said 'yes' and gave us a room that looked much nicer than the others.

“I’m sorry, the young master is currently receiving treatment.”

“It probably won’t be a cure.”

"yes?"

"That's murder. That kind of thing has to stop immediately."

“Well… no matter what… this is treatment that the young master wanted.”

“So you want us to wait here until this ridiculous thing is over?”

"Huh? Since you just got here, you should get rid of the hangover… and rest for a few days. The people outside are all waiting for treatment."

Waiting for treatment.

I was confused for a moment.

I was wondering if Darwin had opened a clinic at home.

You might wonder if someone who didn't even graduate from medical school could do that, but keep in mind that in this day and age, medical school doesn't really mean much to graduate.

'Even Casanova worked as a doctor and such in Europe.'

In Europe, where there is no control over qualifications, you can just say, "I'm a doctor," and treat someone, and if it seems plausible, you become a doctor, but if it looks a bit off, you can die. That's what I mean.

Casanova, you might think he's a very old person, but he was actually from the 18th century.

It hasn't even been 40 years since he passed away.

Of course, things have become more organized now than they were back then, but that doesn't mean Darwin can legally be prevented from opening a clinic.

"Oh, that's not what I meant. They're all doctors. But treatment… that's what happened. No matter how good the treatment is, if it overlaps, it becomes quite difficult."

“Ah… They’re all doctors?”

"I'm not a doctor. I'm more of a therapist. Anyway, after your previous struggles, I'll try treatments once a day, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. If something works, I'll continue."

“Then I should just wait like this?”

“I’ll give you money.”

"how much."

“This much…?”

"haha."

It's true that they are a wealthy family, so they are quite generous.

This means that they give a lot of money compared to what is usually given for seeing one patient.

You might wonder if seeing one patient a day is realistic, but surprisingly, there are still many doctors in small towns in the UK who make a living that way.

It's absolutely not the case that there are no patients.

Everything from my lifestyle to my work environment is the worst, so how can I endure it without getting sick?

Rather, with the current level of medical skill, it is only through luck that one can save even one.

If you are greedy and kill a few people a day, you will die too.

“Who are you going to put this on your nose…?”

"yes?"

As a butler who knows the situation well, I would have been surprised that there was anyone who could be dissatisfied with this money.

But we are not ordinary doctors, are we?

We are the ones who can actually fix it.

Even quite a few people know about it and are making a lot of money.

Well, there aren't that many surgical patients that I'd be worried about leaving the hospital for a few days.

Because most of the money is being used for things like diabetes and TP-Yeongtang.

“Do you think we’re the same as other stone-throwers? Huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“Because I’m being nice, these kids, this.”

“Uh… uh.”

Anyway, we came here to save people.

I plan to receive a lot in return, and I also plan to create a new paradigm.

I can't waste time like this, that's what I'm saying.

It seemed like Liston had the same thought as telepathy, so he subdued the butler.

It wasn't that difficult.

I just pressed his shoulders with both hands and he fell to the floor.

Another servant jumped up, but I took care of him.

“Do you want to die?”

“Eek.”

This was also an easy task.

Just make a plausible expression and point with your finger.

So we walked out of the room and passed the waiting members of parliament.

Of course, the lawmakers didn't look favorably on it either.

There is an order, but it was natural to ignore it.

Of course, if it were London, it wouldn't matter whether you looked at it favorably or not.

If we make eye contact once, we'll all be scared, right?

But these were a little different.

“Who are you?”

"yes?"

“What the hell, you little shit.”

Aren't they wild healers?

death?

Are there any people who are closer to death than these?

These are the people who wander alone from village to village, surviving on absurd treatments.

The fact that he survived despite the fact that he was being treated but was actually doing something close to murder meant that he was strong in itself.

Slurp.

Those whose main occupation was bloodshed were already drawing sharp skewers and knives.

Not some, but many.

In this day and age, if you said you were sick, it was standard to have your blood drawn.

That wasn't all.

Support position.

The 19th century was, surprisingly, the age of science.

These are not words spoken by others, but by themselves.

That's why things like electricity came out, and I guess it's only natural that when something new like this comes out, you want to try it on your body at least once.

I heard that things like electric chairs and electric belts are quite popular outside of London, and this was outside of London.

"older brother?"

“Just cut one or two in front.”

It's a lawless world, that's what they meant.

But in such a situation, there was no one like Liston.

"uh……."

As he drew his sword, an eerie aura spread in all directions.

At the same time, a couple of the council members who had made eye contact with Liston, the kind of thugs with knives who specialized in bloodletting, fell down.

It wasn't cut by a knife.

'Simgeom… …?'

I thought it was done with my heart, but upon closer inspection, it wasn't like that.

It was just a collapse from living.

I was like, 'Oh!' because it was so amazing, and then the guy who was pulling out the electric eel shouted.

“S, could it be…… Sword Master Liston and the poet Piyeong……?”

“I, it’s a curse!”

“A man who can even kill bears has come!”

When I came to my senses, I realized that I was reaching out again.

So, to others, it would seem like I had knocked down the guys in front of me with a curse, that's what I meant.

Oh my… … .

“As expected of you.”

“I didn’t do anything?”

“I didn’t do anything.”

"no……."

I wanted to say, "Didn't you cut it with your heart?" but I knew that if I didn't take advantage of this gap, those thugs would come to their senses, so I moved anyway.

The first floor was huge, but the second floor was also huge.

If it were normal, it would have taken a long time to find Darwin.

“Eww!”

But since the treatment in this era was mainly painful, we knew where Darwin was almost as soon as we reached the second floor.

As I approached where the screams were coming from, I saw Darwin wearing a huge iron belt.

He had a gag in his mouth, and whenever the doctor or torturer next to him pulled a lever, electricity seemed to flow through his belt.

“Ugh, ugh!”

It really struck me that there are many different ways to kill.