Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 462

Episode 462: Advances in Anesthesia [3]

Dagdak.

We got into a carriage and headed straight to the police station.

Unlike usual, he brought his disciples and Blundell along.

First of all, Alfred was better at anesthesia than I was, and since we were going to practice tracheal intubation anyway, I thought it would be better for all the doctors on the team to do it now.

“Oh, really. Why are you making a fool of yourself with something like that?”

“That’s right. If you look closely, there are times when you’re vulnerable in strange places.”

"Look here, sir. Those aren't human. How can those who killed people be considered human?"

"Even if they are human, it's the same. We give them the opportunity to atone for their sins instead of the Lord!"

Listening to Liston and Blundell, it seemed like this kind of breaking was normal.

I also felt like I was still stuck in the 21st century.

Even in this situation, the thought that prisoners have no human rights suddenly crosses my mind. I guess I can't help but feel helpless in the 21st century.

Human rights? Isn't that a ridiculous thing to say?

If you look out of the carriage, you can easily find people who are unable to live a decent life.

If innocent people live like that, what about prisoners? Human rights?

I think this is a very soft way of thinking.

'Yeah, it's not like I'm doing this just to make myself better.'

And what am I saying? Are you trying to make money?

It's just… …an act to save more people.

Isn't that obvious?

Aren't you embarrassed to say that?

Just by watching the news for a moment, you'll see a ton of people who seem like criminals, not doctors.

Meanwhile, I, who applied to the trauma surgery department, which was designed to rely solely on a sense of mission, am a true doctor… … No, I am an adult, an adult.

“Why are you smirking with such a suspicious expression again?”

"Don't try any more experiments. Even if they're prisoners, what they've done so far is a bit much."

“What are you talking about? How could I possibly do that?”

How unfair it must be for 19th century doctors to dare to slander me like that.

So, when I tried to avoid it, Liston started to get even more upset.

“How could that be… Don’t you even know the story of Zengzi in the Analects?”

“Steamed…?”

“Have you ever seen such an ignorant seed?”

"no……."

Now, it seems like they are going beyond just learning Korean and are even preparing for the civil service examination.

Even if you don't know the Analects, you're talking about Zengzi?

Was there another philosopher besides Confucius and Mencius?

“It seems you don’t even know who Zengzi is. He must be a disciple of Confucius.”

“Ah… disciples… you must have a lot of disciples. But what does that have to do with me?”

"They say ignorance is bliss, and there's a saying he left behind: I examine myself three times every day: Have I been faithful in helping others? Have I lost my integrity in my friendships? Have I not mastered what I learned from my teacher? These are called the Three Five Spirits."

“That… is a good point. But…?”

"Even someone like Zengzi never ceased to reflect at the end of each day. So why should people like us be so obsessed with it? Especially you. Aren't you guilty of many sins?"

“What… what….”

That's why I get angry when I talk to educated people.

I'm not sure if I should be angry or not when you suddenly stab me in the back with a question I don't understand.

Suddenly, I felt like I could deeply understand Qin Shi Huang, the protagonist of the Burning of Books and Burying of Scholars, and Mao Zedong of the Cultural Revolution.

No, there's no need to go that far.

People tend to ignore things they don't want to hear as their status rises.

But does that person even have beliefs?

Going to the Holocaust.

“Yes… I will reflect on my actions.”

“Still, I haven’t completely lost the way of the gentleman. That’s fortunate.”

When I thought about it that way, I had no choice but to take a step back.

At the same time, concerns about Liston began to creep in.

It's nothing else… … .

‘At that level, I think he knows more about Joseon than I do… … .’

I thought he knew everything about Joseon being sold out.

I don't know if this person is someone who has eaten rice cakes…

'So this is why adults hate quick-witted kids.'

I think he probably hates Liston more than the kid.

You can lure a kid with candy or money, or you can just sweep them away from your sight, but if you do that wrong, it'll be you who gets wiped away.

‘I don’t know why I even asked… … .’

Hey, I don't know.

I think Professor Oh X-young said that it was foolish to worry about something I couldn't do anything about.

It might not be the case, but I think it's better to just think of it that way and move on.

“Wow, wow.”

We've already arrived at the police station, right?

My style is to focus on what needs to be done right now.

If you look closely, Liston is a weakling, so I don't think he would do anything to me.

First of all, I already planted the head.

Guan Yu, who had his family taken away, saved Cao Cao's life at Huarong Island, so I don't think Liston will be any different.

This is even more so as he is evolving from an ordinary, that is, a cheapskate, 19th century Anglo-Saxon British person into a Joseon nobleman who has learned the ways of a gentleman.

“Are there a lot of bad guys these days?”

Liston strode into the police station as if it were his own living room.

The police also welcomed Liston like a landlord.

“Oh my, Professor.”

“There are too many.”

“What else do you have to experiment with?”

“Haha, if it’s that cruel, then let me watch.”

It was while saying things like this.

By the way, none of that is a joke.

I'm serious.

You often see on the news that YouTubers or celebrities buy buildings and people criticize them for making so much money, right?

If you live in an era without entertainment, you'll probably find yourself cursing less and less.

It's truly amazing how talented you are at making others happy.

If people here had something fun to do, they'd probably commit suicide less and even kill less people.

Because life is so tough, there are a lot of things that you can't just get over.

“Haha, you can come as much as you want. But I don’t know if it’s cruel or not….”

“What kind of experiment is it?”

“First of all, this is what our doctor, Dr. Pyeong, came up with.”

“Hey, that would be so cruel! Let’s all go!”

I have no idea why my name is mentioned there and the cheers continue.

I'm not denying that I've ever experimented with it.

I did, obviously.

But wasn't this just an experiment to make it clear that this wasn't the right thing to do?

'To put it bluntly… … Drinking someone else's urine isn't that cruel.'

The frame is so scary.

Once you're labeled as cruel, even if you're not, you start to think that way.

This is also Liston's fault.

Are you saying that you speak a little strangely?

“We will stop your breathing, insert a metal tube into your mouth, and blow air into it to see if you live or not.”

“Ugh… that’s a bit….”

“I guess we should only do this to truly vicious criminals.”

“Since it’s a metal tube, there’s a chance that your tongue might get torn or your teeth might break during the insertion process, so you have to choose carefully.”

“Hey…….”

“I’m glad we’re on the same side.”

Look at me.

If you say it's an endotracheal intubation test, it's nothing, so why do you have to say it like that…

"Doctor Pyeong. There are some bad guys around."

"is it so?"

“It’s scary because you laugh too much, right? Well, that’s why we like it!”

“What do you mean I laughed? Anyway, where are you?”

“We’re currently investigating. The evidence, both physical and circumstantial, is perfect… but these guys are evading the truth.”

“So you want me to put a metal tube in his neck when it’s not even certain yet?”

I thought of the various steel pipes I had commissioned from the blacksmith shop attached to the research institute.

I tried my best to make it as easy to insert as possible.

But, doesn't it mean that putting in effort doesn't necessarily lead to good results?

It's not like all 19th century doctors were crazy murderers, but it's similar to how people keep dying just by going to the hospital.

'I'm better than that, but… … .'

No matter what, it's a bit weird to just stick it in someone's neck.

So while I was hesitating, a police officer came with a little kid.

“Is this you?”

“Ah, no… Doctor Pyeong. No matter what, this is a bit…”

When I asked with a furious expression, the officer also made a furious expression, even though I had brought him here without any further explanation.

It probably means something like, "How can you think that way about a child?"

It was absurd.

If you're Korean, then maybe not, but what about the British?

I was about to ask who cleaned your chimney today, but I stopped myself.

-The child is small, so he's perfect for chimney sweeping. Isn't that how God created him?

Even so, I asked how he could make the child enter such a narrow place, and this is what he said.

‘Ah… … That also needs to be improved somehow… … .’

If it was just suffering, it would be nonsense.

Actually, I didn't even know that.

Because almost as soon as I arrived in London, I was able to live in a rich family without worrying about money.

And, whether in the past or present, such things usually happen without the landlord's knowledge.

Huh? No need to do that.

Because this is happening in 21st century Korea too.

If you have any doubts, type 'cleaning worker' into Naver and watch the news. Your doubts will be resolved.

'Who in the world would have thought I'd see the corpse of a child, covered in black soot and beaten to death?'

Suddenly, I felt compassion for the child and waited for the officer to continue speaking.

The officer still had a face that made me wonder if this was a human being, because he couldn't read my mind, but it was okay.

Because I'm used to villains.

"Well, his parents are the victims. He said he saw it, but they're just pretending not to know?"

“Oh… really? Did you really see it?”

“Yes, I saw it! But those guys….”

"her……."

The officer, who had read the change in my expression, continued speaking.

“He’s also accused of several other crimes. But this.”

“But… don’t you usually not put someone in jail even if there are no witnesses?”

Aside from being angry, I had a question.

Of course, the police these days also conduct scientific investigations.

Recently, inspired by electrotherapy, we even created an electric chair and used it to conduct interrogations, so it's a scientific investigation, right?

If you think about the fact that you can make a non-criminal into a criminal, you could say that you have reached the realm of the gods… … .

It's strange that they can't do it even though there are witnesses.

“Ah… these guys have a backer. I can’t put them in without evidence.”

“Who is it?”

"He's a nobleman, a loan shark. Well, he stabbed his parents to death in the first place because he was trying to collect a debt…"

"her."

“There has to be a confession.”

“Please leave it to me.”

I can't believe something like this happened…

Even if you didn't know, you can't just let it go now that you know.

Is it a coincidence that I have in my hands what appear to be torture devices and drugs that are closer to poison than medicine?

I looked up at the sky for a moment.

'You… sent me not only to advance medicine, but also to realize justice.'

Today, a ray of light shone through the thick fog that is characteristic of London, and to me, it felt like an answer, or rather, permission, from God.