Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 45

Episode 45 Sap [1]

Dagdak! Dagdak!

The carriage traveled slowly but faster than a person could run and arrived back at the medical school.

Although it is called a medical school, you could think of it as just a hospital.

Nothing in particular… … .

When you think of university, there aren't any facilities that come to mind here.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get down.”

“Uh, uh.”

“Are you still alive?”

Anyway, I jumped out of the carriage.

He even added a word to Joseph, who asked useless questions.

“Inma, I was watching you. You’re still alive.”

“Is that so? No… … this is.”

“The pulse in the wrist is originally weak.”

“So that’s why… …you’re touching something weird?”

A strange place?

What is this crazy guy talking about?

And when I looked down at my hand, it was in a place where someone who didn't know anything might think that way.

So what I was saying was that I was putting my hand on the patient's groin.

There was a reason for everything.

“What’s so strange about a doctor? It’s all in the human body.”

“But does it feel better there…?”

“Yeah. It feels good. That… … .”

What he said was another story.

In the 21st century, it would be common sense to feel the femoral artery better than the radial artery that runs next to the wrist, but that wasn't the case here.

“Well… … one of my hobbies is feeling the pulse in my body. Yeah.”

“Huh… …? You had such a strange hobby? Why didn’t I know about it?”

“I feel a bit awkward taking off my clothes in front of other people.”

"ah."

I had to make excuses, but the excuses that came to mind right away were really lame.

No, it wasn't just cramped, it was also a bit strange.

As I was thinking about it, Joseph and Alfred also slightly moved away from me.

The patient was shaken violently by the wind.

'Trauma patient… … but fortunately there's no chance of a bone injury.'

He moves around like that while moving the patient.

They were really guys who didn't even know the basics.

The medical soldiers too? They say they run while shouting 'We have to save him!' only after they put him on a stretcher…

“Whew… … Well, I did come to the classroom.”

The reminiscences have stopped.

I did that because I knew that it would only make reality more miserable and would be of no use.

Look at it now.

It's not a very nice hospital room, but I feel really sad because I can't go in there because I'm not a doctor.

The only places we could enter without permission were the lecture room, reading room, and dissection lab.

Among them, the only place that has facilities similar to a hospital room is the dissection lab… … .

'No… … That's something you shouldn't do to people.'

It was a bit odd to leave this patient there.

First of all, the chance of death is too high, so doesn't it feel like they're putting it there in advance?

Fortunately, Joseph and Alfred were not fundamentally evil, so they agreed to move to the classroom.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

“Those crazy guys brought in the body!”

We weren't the only ones in the classroom.

There was Colin and his party.

And the body we brought in, no, no! The patient was, no matter how you looked at it, a corpse.

Covered in mud, without shoes, with hands tied… … .

It was fortunate that it was tied loosely, otherwise even if I struggled, it would have been of no use.

“No, you’re alive!”

“The Joseon guy uses magic!”

and.

저 개새끼가 내가 제일 우려하는 말을 하네?

“This kid, is he crazy?”

“Ugh.”

Fortunately, we had Joseph.

Colin wasn't exactly small, but he was just a kid compared to Joseph.

My mouth was covered so I couldn't even make a sound.

Meanwhile, Alfred opened his mouth.

“Those kids… … They might ask again because they don’t want to admit they were wrong.”

"yes?"

No way you're going to do that.

That thought crossed my mind for a moment, and then I nodded without realizing it.

“That could be possible. Then… … ?”

“First, we have to get him to open his mouth. Living people talk.”

“I… … I think my blood pressure is dropping again… … .”

“Blood pressure?”

“Oh, that. Your pulse is weak.”

"iced coffee."

When on earth did we finally understand the concept of blood pressure?

A thought crossed my mind for a moment, but it was so ominous that I shook my head.

-Franklin Roosevelt died of a cerebral hemorrhage in 1945.

Where have I seen this?

Oh, yeah, that's right.

I saw it in [Black-Haired US Army General] by great writer Myungwon, which was a ray of light in the gloomy hospital life.

'They must have kept the historical accuracy. If so… … blood pressure… … .'

He is the president, so I wonder if he has never been examined by a doctor.

The only problem was that the doctor was a quack.

Even though my blood pressure was over 180, I always said I was fine.

Even Roosevelt complained of 'symptoms' due to high blood pressure.

Symptoms of high blood pressure.

The term 'silent killer' is meaningless.

'Anyway, shit… … You don't have any concept of blood pressure?'

You might wonder, 'What do you mean there is no concept of blood pressure?'

If you are not a medical professional or have no intention of becoming one, that's fine.

But the doctor… …then it was very difficult.

Because there is no concept of basic circulation.

What are the principles of emergency care in modern medicine?

A, B, C.

A stands for Airway, B stands for Breath, and C stands for Circulation.

“This person became like this… … It must have been because they drained his blood, right?”

“Huh? By drawing blood?”

So, if I were to give blood or water right now, it would look too suspicious.

So I approached it with bloodletting.

I don't know why these guys risk their lives to have blood drawn, but I've heard that some people get anemia or even die from having their blood drawn like that.

No.

I didn't hear that.

You're looking at a dead person right now.

“If you drain blood, people… … .”

“No, blood is life, life. If it disappears, you die.”

“But this person was taken out for treatment.”

"that……."

Why do people go crazy over bleeding, that is, drawing blood?

It was all because of Hippocrates.

Considering the era in which he was active, he was definitely a genius, incomparable to the likes of me.

Even when it comes to describing migraines, there isn't much we can add to the symptom profile described by Hippocrates.

But the four humors theory is real… … There is no way to shield this.

They explain that anything hurts because there is too much or not enough blood, and since they are learning that up until now, they just keep drawing blood.

“But then he collapsed… … and he was bloodless. Doesn’t this look like someone who is lacking blood?”

“Could it be because your head hurts? There’s still a lot of blood in your head, huh?”

Oh oh.

Is this murderous intent?

I looked at Alfred and hesitated, then realized that it wouldn't do any good.

I guess that's the only way.

This man was born in a barbaric age and has not yet become civilized.

barbarity.

This wasn't just a story about Alfred, it was a story that permeated the entire era.

“Let’s ask the patient first.”

“What? We are the doctors. We are the ones who know the most about the disease.”

No, I said no.

Oh, now I get it.

The reason adults don't listen to doctors and say they know their own bodies is because of kids like this.

That kind of perception came about during the era of the stone-thrower.

“Phew.”

I sighed and asked.

“Patient, aren’t you feeling dizzy?”

“Uh… … yes. Very… … .”

The patient responded with a crawling sound like ants.

It seemed like he was barely holding on to consciousness.

It had to be that way.

If you're okay after losing that much blood, you're already a monster. Are you even human?

“Isn’t your heart pounding?”

“I’m so excited… … I’m going crazy… … Ugh.”

Anyway, I looked back at Alfred, wanting to be of some help to the patient who was trying hard to answer.

“This has the same symptoms as anemia.”

“Anemia?”

“No, that’s right. Oh, that’s right. Isn’t this what happens to people when they don’t eat and suffer? Do you think this is a symptom of something excessive?”

“Ah… … Because it wasn’t enough… … ? Then was the treatment excessive?”

Treatment!

Don't play with your mouth, you insolent wretch.

“That’s right. Dr. Jemel’s enthusiasm was just too much.”

“I see. Then what do I do? How do I refill this?”

“Because I have run out of blood… … .”

A man who can talk with a smile while thinking of something else, that was me.

Anyway, from now on was important.

I guess it's time to make a bold move.

blood.

If this is not enough… … ?

Shouldn't you have a blood transfusion?

Surprisingly, even in the 21st century, blood is still the best fluid.

At this point, there was no need to say anything.

“But I can’t give you… blood.”

"yes?"

But the answer I got back was not simple.

You can't give it to me?

Of course, being a scientist, I racked my brain.

When I heard that a blood transfusion was not possible, several other things came to mind.

First of all, how are we going to store the blood?

It would have been impossible in this day and age.

Why?

Actually, it's not easy.

“It was forbidden by the Vatican.”

Of course, there was no scientific reason for it.

They just banned it.

“Why… why?”

How dare you question the decision of the Vatican.

This ungodly child.

You might say to crucify him, but in fact, since The Earth Turns, scientists' doubts have been somewhat accepted for a long time.

Besides, Colin's rebellion has now been suppressed by Joseph.

Since I saw what the patient said, I couldn't have framed him for stealing the body.

Anyway, when I asked in such a clean environment, Alfred shrugged his shoulders.

“Well. I heard a lot of people died in the past? I don’t know the details either.”

A person who can confidently say that they don't know is a senior.

Well, there really wasn't any reason to be embarrassed.

No one will know what it is.

“Anyway, I can’t give blood, right?”

“Yeah. It’s like being cursed or something… … Anyway, it can’t be. I heard that people die.”

I know that's not true.

At this point, it was difficult to say anything.

So what should I give?

What do you want me to give you? What do you want me to give you?

You should at least give me some water.

“Then… let’s boil some water.”

"huh?"

“Water?”

Joseph, who had just come back from suppressing the riots, asked.

He had a look on his face like he didn't know English.

I couldn't help it because I didn't know the concept of circulation.

If I had known that, I would have easily thought of filling it up since the volume was lacking.

“Yeah. Since we can’t give blood, let’s at least give water. But just giving it to them is a bit much.”

“Should we add boiling water?”

“No, no.”

That crazy guy.

I'm thinking of a novel torture.

Boiling water in the blood vessels… … .

Wow… … It’s a good thing the ancients lacked imagination, otherwise we would have really sent many people through painful times.

“You have to let it cool before serving it.”

“Then why are you boiling it?”

"that……."

“Yeah, Joseph’s right. Why are you boiling this?”

Joseph and Alfred looked at me, as if they were looking at me with a slightly dumbfounded expression.

I felt like my clothes were going to burst.

However, that does not mean that there can be bacteria or viruses in water, and this… … .

“Che, you have to boil it to match the body temperature, but can you boil it to that exact temperature?”

“Can you cool it down?”

So I tried to persuade him somehow, but it didn't work.

It was a situation that made me want to curse.

“fu*k, just boil it if you want.”

"uh?"

No, I got swear words.

“You son of a bitch, just boil it!”

“Oh, oh, oh. Okay.”

oh.

Is this okay?

In words