Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 450

Episode 450: Heart Surgery [1]

“Thank you! It worked!”

The 19th century was a very strange time.

Who would think that?

No, the guy who I confessed with my own mouth that I was single all my life suddenly has a girlfriend?

"As expected. Men are courageous. Yeah, you'll be getting married, too. How do you feel?"

"Well… I can't help it. I love you. I know it's an unreasonable decision, but Emma is different from other women."

I don't think it will end well.

Our Emma is different from others.

Isn't this a typical chime ending comment?

You shouldn't say things like that, not only in relationships, but also in other places.

Some examples include looking at pictures of your lover on a battlefield, talking about your family, and suggesting that we all take a picture together when we get back.

"Yeah, that's what a man should be like. Congratulations."

"thank you."

“So, how’s the chest pain?”

“Huh? Huh?”

"Now, think about that girl named Emma. Is she still in pain?"

“Oh, no. It’s okay… It’s okay.”

Of course, that was only in the future.

If the symptoms were gone, I would be willing to celebrate today as well.

“As expected, we fixed it.”

So I patted Darwin on the shoulder and cleared my throat.

“Name? Is it different from the others?”

"Yes, we're famous for a reason. Don't compare us to those Edinburgh medical school graduates. It's a shame."

Liston also joined.

While Darwin was out for a bit, I took a look around the house and I thought this guy was richer than he looked.

It was a much grander plan than simply a one-time rip-off.

boost.

Yes, it's sponsorship.

Fortunately, England is a country where noblesse oblige is practiced.

It's not that they are great, but rather that they have institutional support, and if they didn't, they would have a very strong public backlash.

"Ah… yes, I finally understood. As expected, those who think empirically are good at medicine."

"Yes, we make an accurate diagnosis based on what we observe and prescribe a treatment accordingly. Just blindly following the old teachings… um."

Liston, who had been trying hard to open his mouth to gaslight, shut his mouth as if he sensed something was off.

But wasn't Darwin a smart guy?

It was of no use.

“Yes, certainly… I think blindly following old teachings is something a scientist should avoid the most. Hmm.”

There's one thing I felt when I came here.

Anything big that is going to happen will happen anyway.

Of course, what… … .

If I were a real superhuman and did something great, that would be different, but that's not the case, is it?

I'm just a nerd who lives in the future and knows some of the answers about the medical field.

'If Kim Yu-jin, the mouth of hell, had come, then I wouldn't know… … No, even that person had no answer in 19th century England.'

Thinking about it again, I don't think he's the culprit.

Even though I'm a pretty great person, seeing this happen makes me wonder…

"Even so, I'm not planning to do anything right now. After all, I'm not sure if what I've observed is all there is to it."

"Uh… That, that's right. There's nothing wrong with being cautious. Just keep in mind that there have been countless doctors who clumsily copied us and killed people."

Fortunately, Darwin did not run out and publish his theory of evolution right away.

Actually, that's inevitable.

First of all, too radical an idea is like that because it invites blood.

Although it does not call for the overthrow of classes like Marxism, I believe it is equally dangerous because it overturns beliefs that are widely agreed upon throughout the world.

“Yeah, you’re young and full of energy, so it’s good to be a little careful.”

“Isn’t that crippled gentleman young?”

“Your pronunciation is good?”

“Because I’m the type of person who learns foreign languages quickly.”

“Yeah. Anyway, when you’re young, you can’t even give advice?”

“No, if you’re a sick person, you deserve it.”

I feel like adding "Kyung, Kyung" after "Idiot" might be a bit of a slap in the face, but looking at his expression, I don't think that's the case.

Anyway, now it's time to get to the main point.

It's collection time, that's what I'm saying.

“By the way, Darwin.”

“Please call me Charles.”

“Yeah, I guess so, Charles.”

Liston moved at my wink.

Maybe it was because I was originally a person who made a living by ripping off people as a side job, but it felt very natural.

If you put your arm around his shoulder with a thick arm, you can't help but think, 'Oh, if I don't listen to this person today, it'll be hard to get home safely.'

If that place were a home, an even greater fear would come.

Wouldn't that be so?

He's not an ordinary guy, and his opponent is Liston.

"You must have realized this while traveling around on the Beagle: Science costs money."

“Oh, that’s right. It costs a lot of money.”

“You may not have had much trouble since you are rich, but it must have been difficult for people from such families.”

“Yes, that’s right. I guess so.”

Darwin was probably thinking, 'So aren't only those who are worth living becoming scientists?'

This is because science has become more closely related to real life than we thought, and as a result, it has started to generate money.

Aren't the workers we need in this era literally workers, not scientists?

It is thanks to this that the research institute I run is able to hire excellent personnel at relatively low costs.

But it's not very smart to expect rational direction when talking to Liston.

Darwin, being the clever man he was, simply gave Liston the answers he wanted.

“We’re not asking you to help us. We’re rich. But… sigh.”

Liston has also been increasingly interested in acting lately.

This was because wealth and honor in this era were originally closely related to art.

Even in the 21st century, rich people invite famous celebrities to their parties, right?

This era is even more so.

This is especially true because in an era where recording, let alone filming, is not possible, art is literally the exclusive domain of the upper class.

“I can’t help but shed tears when I think of my students who have only seen medical advancements and are now struggling to make ends meet… When they become great doctors, they will be able to treat others just like they did today, just like they cured you, Charles.”

“That, that’s such a shame.”

“So, could I ask for some regular support?”

I don't think a normal person would say something like that.

Isn't that a bit much?

In the first place, it is not easy to bring money into a conversation.

This is something that can only be done if you are quite shameless, that's what I'm saying…

Our Liston has laid the iron plate.

In fact, the surface is as hard as an iron plate.

“Yeah, yeah. How much….”

“Well… that depends on your mind. Write it down. Review.”

“Oh, yes, brother.”

I'm not that tough, but I'm the type of person who's shameless for humanity.

As you said, it's not like we're doing this because we don't have money.

All for the sake of the younger generation… … .

Furthermore, we are doing this for a better future.

So, without any shame, I pushed forward the contract I had written in advance.

We had already written down Charles Darwin's name and signed it, so all Darwin had to do was write down the numbers.

We are so thoughtful.

"that……."

Darwin first wrote '1' in front.

You might be disappointed by the low number, but based on my experience collecting money here and there, it's actually a good thing.

Usually, people who write high numbers have fewer digits.

It is not easy for us to ask them to write one more '0'.

Because the amount is increasing rapidly.

"hmm."

“Hmm.”

But since there is a '1' in front, isn't it not that difficult to add an extra '0' to the end?

Of course, we were looking at Darwin with great pressure because we knew that people wouldn't actually put something into action, no matter how good it was, unless they were pressured.

“Is this… monthly? Or annually?”

"Oh, every year. That's convenient. It's also about taxes and sending money."

"okay."

“You thought it was monthly so you stopped?”

“No… I’m trying to erase it….”

"Haha, why erase what's already been written? I think we'll be helpful for your research, too."

“Huh? How?”

"I don't know. We're just sending you the data. But I can guarantee it'll be the best in the country, no, the world."

Thanks to this, we were able to extort a considerable amount of money from Darwin every year.

I was worried that I would end up uprooting the foundation, but after thinking about it again, I was relieved to see that I would probably make a lot more money selling Wedgwood pottery.

In addition, we were able to access Darwin's research materials.

Liston grumbled that there was nothing to be gained by looking into such private research, but I disagree.

Well, I don't think evolution will be of any direct help to medicine right now.

But the exotic plants it has can be helpful if used well.

I don't remember there being any Galapagos herbs, but whatever it was, it must be better than what we're using here now.

“Whatever it was, it was a success.”

We even got some pretty good wine from Darwin and were drinking it in the bedroom we were assigned.

The night sky was beautiful, perhaps because it wasn't London.

The bright moon was bright enough to provide a meaningful view.

“That’s true. Since we’re on the subject, how about you start seeing someone now?”

“Me?”

“Yeah, if even a kid like Darwin can do it in one room, why can’t you do it too?”

“I think I look better than him objectively, right?”

“I’ve been watching you for a long time… so I guess I’m not objective.”

“No, this guy.”

Darwin has already been deleted.

In an age where aging is already rapid, it is only natural that it took five years to get on a ship.

So I got angry and Liston laughed heartily.

"Anyway, I'll look into it. I'm already looking into it because you seem to be averse to anything British."

“Huh. Why?”

“Are you going to live and die alone?”

"that……."

I never thought about that.

First of all, I had no intention of associating the word death with myself.

But if you think about it calmly, there's no guarantee that I can live here for several more decades without any problems.

It may seem presumptuous, but I don't have a name called Kim Tae-pyeong.

Just as a monk cannot cut his own head, a surgeon cannot open his own stomach.

"hmm."

“Think about it seriously.”

"all right."

Maybe it's because it's night.

Or maybe it's because I drank alcohol.

I nodded, feeling unusually sentimental, and emptied the remaining alcohol in my glass before falling asleep.

The wine of that era was like that, so I was dead from a hangover the next day and was only able to return to London the day after that.

London, which I returned to after only two days, was already so noisy and dirty that I couldn't get used to it.

Above all, it was like that in front of our hospital.

“Please save me!”

As always, something seemed to have happened again.