Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 471

Episode 471: Mitral Regurgitation [3]

It's been ten days since the first surgery.

In the meantime, eight more people were operated on.

Fortunately, there wasn't a single table death.

That doesn't mean the success rate increased significantly.

'If you look at it very highly, 70%.'

We did a total of ten people, and so far seven have survived.

It might seem like a big deal, but I don't think two of the seven survivors will make it through this week.

It's because of the infection.

'I think it should be 50%.'

That's because there's no penicillin.

It is meaningless to say that we should do everything we can and then start talking about antibiotics.

Even a 21st century doctor would be surprised if he came here and saw our protocol, but he wouldn't laugh at it.

I washed my hands as thoroughly as possible, wore gloves, and even wore a gown, hat, and mask.

Disinfecting the patient?

Even in the 21st century, there is no one who does what we do.

In the first place, I'm cleaning with something so toxic that I'm worried about whether it's safe to use on people.

However, the problem must be attributed to antibiotics.

Well, there is also the fact that negative pressure cannot be applied… … .

'50%… … .'

If you flip a coin, the probability of getting heads is 50%.

It's exactly the same as deciding a person's life by flipping a coin…

If it were me in the past, I would have run away wondering if this was okay, but not anymore.

I know that my mission, returning to the 19th century, is to go down the right path, even if countless deaths surround me.

Moreover, all of the people undergoing surgery now are people who will die within a few months or a year at most if they do not undergo surgery.

If we can give them the opportunity to live longer, even healthier, then we should do it.

“So, what is it this time?”

Of course, wouldn't it be better if there were antibiotics?

I also know that if it comes out now, it will bring time forward by a whole 100 years.

But when people are desperate, they will grab at even straws.

As for me, Jipuri is a chemist, so he came to the lab.

The old man has a face that says, 'Here we go again.'

But I can't say anything.

why?

Because if you dare do that, you never know what will happen.

“That… this is it.”

Besides, this time I didn't come here of my own accord.

He called me.

It was as if something new had come out.

I didn't have any high expectations when I came here.

I said that because it had nothing to do with bread.

In addition, looking at the face of the aforementioned old man, my expectations are disappearing even more.

“What effect does this have?”

“It’s a drug that can cause mild hallucinations.”

This kid is now… …a total idiot.

It's not like I'm completely addicted to cocaine or morphine or anything like that.

It's not because they have great will, but because we sent people to capture them.

A normal person would have given up.

The meaning of 'hold on' in this era is a bit different from the meaning of 'hold on' in the 21st century.

You can see that there is no freedom.

Well, the only people who truly believe and talk about such things are the Baguette guys.

“No, why do you keep making drugs?”

“It’s very weak. You can only see mild hallucinatory effects.”

“If it’s a weak drug, isn’t it still a drug?”

“No, no… but there are side effects.”

I think it's okay to suppress some people's freedom. No, I think it should be suppressed.

You might ask, what kind of nonsense is this? But that's the way things are these days.

This is not an era where everyone takes higher education for granted.

You can't think about 21st century Korea.

People there really listen well.

here?

Is it because this is the descendant of the Vikings?

It's probably better than those baguette guys…

'Should I just lock him up?'

I was told to make antibiotics, but it's annoying to have to make hallucinogens instead. Are there any side effects to those?

'No, should I just kill him…?'

I think it would be better to just kill them for the sake of the future of humanity rather than for the sake of national interests.

If it were me before, I would just think about it, but now I have the power.

Even though there are many people who sent it like that… … .

“Hey, hey. Why are you so determined to live? Listen to the end.”

Borrowing Liston's words, there is something in the light.

Yes, I am a dangerous beast right now.

When my hand touches you, you become an unknown, distant darkness.

“Lee, Liston!”

“Got it. Let’s talk about it first.”

I was approaching the pharmacist without realizing it, but I was caught by Liston.

He reached out with the intention of casting a curse, but even that was stopped by Liston.

Thanks to that, I was able to stand quietly and listen to the story, just like Liston.

“This is what I mean. If you take this medicine, strangely enough… you become drowsy.”

“That’s just a drug.”

It didn't seem to make much sense.

Liston sighed, as if he had thought the same thing.

The pharmacist muttered with an anxious look on his face.

"No, that's why I did the test. I have the kit you sent me. I used that."

“What kit?”

“Blood pressure and auscultation, things like that!”

“Ah… so?”

“Your blood pressure is dropping. Not drastically, but… a little.”

“Blood pressure is low…? Then is it poison?”

Color began to return to Liston's face.

It's not because I'm a crazy person who's obsessed with medicine.

Actually, isn't it a type of Dokdo medicine?

It's not for nothing that Dok-ma and Ui-seon coexist like Jekyll and Hyde in martial arts novels.

In an age where it is difficult to save a person, it is equally difficult to kill a person.

No matter which direction you develop, you will end up moving in the right direction due to the synthesis of opposites.

“That’s a bit ambiguous… but it doesn’t seem to fall that far.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You’ll know it when you see it. Hey guys!”

The pharmacist may be insignificant to us, but isn't he the director of this research institute?

Since neither Nana Liston nor I have any particular knowledge of basic science, it can be said that the director holds the power to appoint personnel.

The power to appoint personnel is the strongest anytime, anywhere.

‘So that’s why these kinds of drugs keep coming out… …?’

Now that I think about it, I wonder if it was our fault, but anyway, we listened carefully.

In an instant, a wooden table was set up before our eyes.

On top of it was a square glass plate.

There were also frogs that were not just there, but had their limbs fixed with something like a pressure device.

“What are you doing?”

“Just look at it. Hey.”

"yes."

At the pharmacist's words, another employee began to dissect the frog.

He was very skilled at cutting and using tweezers, as if he had only done it once or twice.

So we got a glimpse of the frog's heart and the aorta leading from it.

Strangely enough, the frog was still alive.

“Did you…get anesthesia?”

“Huh? Do frogs get anesthetized too?”

“No, no.”

As I was looking at that scene, I had a question and asked it, but I felt like I asked for nothing.

There is no point in asking how a person can be like this.

It's an era where people don't even see each other as equals.

This isn't just a British story.

People insult us by calling us a hateful nation or something, but in my view, the UK is a noble nation.

Rather, the United States, the 21st century hegemon and world policeman, is the epitome of barbarism.

They still have legal black slavery.

I heard that they don't even use anesthesia when operating on slaves.

It's not that the concept of general anesthesia hasn't spread yet, but rather that there's a strong belief that black people are less sensitive to pain than white people.

“Okay… now.”

But what would they say if I said I was worried that the frog might get sick?

You might think that the oriental guy was actually a frog disguised as a human.

This is no exaggeration.

There are actually people in Europe who were falsely accused and burned to death.

Jiik.

Anyway, while it was like that, the pharmacist ground up the medicine he had made earlier into powder, mixed it with saline solution, and injected it into the frog's heart.

“Look carefully.”

"hmm."

Nana Liston opened her eyes wide and watched what was happening.

Even though he is a drug addict, he knows very well that this person is not the type to do something reckless.

Although the greatest achievement so far is the isolation of cocaine… … .

If you put aside value judgments, it's a great thing.

"uh……."

“Yeah, this is it.”

So, as I was looking at it, I saw that the blood vessels were slightly dilated.

What exactly should I say?

Yes, it has expanded.

I was a bit hesitant.

Even though it was called an aorta, the frog aorta was very thin.

“Now, look.”

Then the pharmacist, with a look of knowing intent, cut the frog's aorta.

It was meant to show a cross-section.

If I had just done that, it would have been difficult to see anything because of the blood… … .

As expected, it seemed like this wasn't the first or second time he had done something like this.

At the same time, saline solution was injected into the heart, and a thin liquid, not blood, flowed out.

Thanks to this, both Nana and Liston were able to see the cross-section accurately.

"uh……."

"oh."

And the cross-section was getting wider and wider.

It was a subtle difference, but it was definitely expanding in real time.

“This is crazy…….”

I swore without realizing it.

Of course, it wasn't because I didn't like it.

This is crazy.

It is the discovery of the century.

This is especially true for the heart.

“Uh… why? Uh, why let go? Why let go!”

“No, this ‘crazy’ is good.”

“What… what are you talking about… uh, uh. I have a knife!”

So I ran to hug the pharmacist.

Liston and I have known each other for quite some time, and our bond transcends time, so I let him go just by hearing his voice.

But what would a pharmacist know?

He swung the scalpel at me, who dared to hug him.

No, I tried to swing it.

Bbaeng.

It could have been done if it weren't for Liston who was behind me.

The scalpel he was holding flew away as Liston swung his sword like a ghost and it stuck in the ceiling.

And the pharmacist hugged me.

This man, who was once a fat man himself, had long since become thin due to the medicine he had taken himself.

Compared to him, I had been working out hard, so I was able to carry him around without much difficulty.

“Ugh.”

“Finally, this guy is worth his money!”

How much money went into the research institute?

If you ask me in this day and age where there are any crazy people who invest in people who can't make a penny, I'd say here I am.

I was wondering if it would just be a waste, but then this medicine came out.

“So what’s the name of this medicine?”

So I wandered around with the pharmacist for a while and then asked.

The pharmacist was still staggering around, feeling dizzy.

But it seemed like he remembered the name of the medicine.

“It’s called amyl nitrite.”

"aha!"

“Huh? Do you know?”

“No, it’s just a fancy name.”

"ah……."

“You really look lacking at times like this.”

I was lost in thought as I was bathed in the glares of the pharmacist and Liston.

'This medicine… is still used in the 21st century.'

It is a vasodilator.

That's pretty powerful too.

So, it can also be used to treat angina pectoris.

The problem is… … .

'Oh, but this is also a drug.'

The hallucinogenic effect is real.

Treatment of angina or lowering blood pressure inevitably requires long-term treatment… … .

What if that drug causes hallucinations?

It is possible to mass-produce a drug dealer.

'But… …it can save someone from death. Plus, it has a hallucinogenic effect, so I'll probably want to buy it. Hmm, what can I do?'

It's a worry, a worry.