Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 480

Episode 480: Before Going on a Long Journey [1]

Japan is far away.

Even in the 21st century, Japan is still quite far from Britain.

It takes almost 14 hours by plane, so… well… that says it all.

How long would it take to travel by ship in the 19th century?

'It's even further than China… … And this time, you said it was a merchant ship?'

The Opium War, no, no!

It was a warship during the Yeongcheon War.

You might think that warships and merchant ships are the same, but their speeds are completely different.

The only thing the warship could carry was just food for us to eat.

Even the ammunition was loaded from India and it was so fast that it almost felt like the ship was flying.

But the merchant ship… … .

“Hey… If I go this time, I’ll probably only see you next year, right?”

Alfred's words are not an exaggeration at all.

No, this senior's words are the most credible.

He's the guy from the top family, so what can I do? I have to trust him.

“I need to clean up everything before I go.”

“That’s right. First, tell me more about the anesthesia.”

“Um… Honestly, I don’t think there’s anything more to tell you about the anesthesia.”

“Didn’t you say it would be much better if you made a rubber tube?”

"That's true. That's the job of a chemist, not a pharmacist. It's not my job. I'm going next month, but will that guy be able to handle it?"

Alfred's expression became a little strange at my words.

It means that the meaning was not conveyed properly.

Either it was me or this guy.

“No, that’s not it… Just because a rubber tube comes out doesn’t mean you can use it on a patient right away.”

"Right. How should I use it? Who knows."

When it comes to intubation in the 21st century, I've never really paid any attention to the tube itself.

Oh, I paid attention to the size and thickness because the width of the prayer varies depending on the body size, but I never even looked at the material or anything like that.

I just wrote it because it was there.

It was something that was obviously available at the hospital, like air.

'I thought I was doing well and would get in smoothly.'

Even in the 21st century, you can attach a lens to it.

Then you can insert it while looking inside clearly like an endoscope.

It's not for nothing that the rate of preventable deaths in 21st century university hospitals is plummeting.

How is the time when you could just shine a light and put it in half-heartedly the same as the time when you had to look directly into it with an endoscope?

'But that's not it.'

It's really horrible when things we took for granted disappear.

No matter how careful you are, there is a certain probability that a steel pipe will break.

It can't be helped because it doesn't look any better than before.

If a rubber tube comes out in the middle of that, can you completely trust it?

What if it breaks off in the middle and remains in the prayer?

What if a hole opens and all the gas and oxygen leaks out?

As I was thinking about that, Alfred continued.

He seemed quite serious, as if he had already thought the same thing as me.

“The rubber tube is unreliable. It won’t be sturdy.”

“Yes. I guess that’s the only way.”

“Of course… shouldn’t we start with an experiment?”

"ah……."

I just found out.

What does Alfred want to talk about?

"Please tell the police. It's a bit much for us to go and ask them on our own."

“So… you want to stab the prisoner with a rubber tube first?”

"yes."

“Even if I die?”

“We should target those who deserve to be killed.”

“Umm… well, I guess there’s nothing I can do about it… but I wonder if you’ll accept it.”

Nana Liston's position is quite special, at least in London.

The experiments we are conducting are not experiments, but rather punishments, so to speak.

But Alfred… … .

Even though he made his academic debut, he is still unknown.

“Convince me.”

"how?"

“That… with sorcery?”

“Witchcraft? Hmm.”

If it were in the past, I would have sighed the moment you mentioned witchcraft.

No, doctors are scientists too, so how can they practice witchcraft?

Does that make sense?

But not now.

My belief is that we should use all available resources, no matter what.

‘It’s witchcraft… … .’

So I recently did a summary of what the shaman has been doing so far.

Oh, that sorcerer is not me, it's just something that people who have been historically classified as sorcerers did.

Of course, there is also treatment.

In the past, people believed that illness was something that came from heaven or was caused by ghosts, so it couldn't be helped.

Isn't that how it is in every culture?

‘But… … looking at Zhuge Liang… … ?’

You could say that what I'm aiming for is an image somewhat similar to Zhuge Liang.

Things like docks and such are a bit like that.

I am a scholar, so shouldn't I be at the level of Zhuge Liang?

It's not for nothing that they wear hats and wrap themselves in robes when they make soup and sell it at academic conferences and such.

Recently, he even acquired a fan made from rare ostrich feathers that he had obtained from Africa.

'Don't make a prophecy.'

Yes, isn't prophecy the most important role of a sorcerer?

You might say that the prophecy is all a scam…

This is something that actually happens.

If you watch SF movies, even though it was a false prophecy, it became a real prophecy, right?

What's the difference between Nana and the sorcerers that appear there, Beni X Serrit?

No, I'm better.

I actually saw the future.

“Okay. I think I can handle that.”

“Oh…… As expected…….”

“Don’t do this. Tell everyone to gather together.”

“Oh, oh, oh. Okay.”

So I told everyone to gather together.

Why?

I don't think there will be any progress in anesthesia while I'm away.

Well… there might not be any progress, but I want to hold onto hope for now.

“What does Joseph want to do when I’m away?”

“First, eye surgery.”

“Um… eye surgery….”

Only a horrible sight comes to mind.

It feels like the hope I was barely holding on to is being shattered.

But I already have something to ask the pharmacist.

This is a request for a lens that is safe to put directly into the eyeball.

It seems impossible.

That… came out during World War II.

“Is there anything else besides that?”

“Disinfect. Never disinfect.”

“Ah, disinfection.”

In comparison, disinfection is likely to come out.

Honestly, the disinfectants we are using now… … .

This sounds like a disinfectant, but it's actually a poison that you apply to your skin.

We have to improve somehow.

"Okay, fine. You should do it too. What about Colin?"

"I'm a syphilis treatment. Didn't you say that the arsenic would come out somehow?"

“Oh, why? Are you caught?”

“Oh, no. My brothers….”

"ah."

Colin.

He's loyal, now.

Shouldn't we listen to that guy's request?

Also, I think there was a treatment called Salvarsan that was based on arsenic.

Since it is arsenic-based, it is naturally quite toxic and people have died… … .

It was the only treatment for syphilis for decades before penicillin became fully commercially available.

“Yeah, that’s it… If you say it seems to be coming out, Colin will gather the prisoners and continue the experiment.”

"thank you!"

In other words, it's like telling people to kill, but they like it this much.

Oh, thank goodness this is London.

It's completely slummed, so there's bound to be a lot of prisoners, right?

'Well… if there aren't enough people to kill, I guess I'll have to import some.'

Fortunately, there is a place nearby that is even more slum-like than ours.

Paris… … .

It's hell there.

The Seine is much smaller than the Thames.

Even if we estimate the natural population there to be high, it wouldn't even be 500,000.

But with a population of millions, how would it be to live?

It's crazy, so there are a lot of criminals.

Even those who rule and those who are ruled, who are they?

To be fast.

'Will they do well?'

Since I was already at the police station, I thought I should make a prediction about the baguette.

“What about Professor Blundell?”

"Me? I always think about the mother. How can I… huh? How can I deliver my children more safely? That's all I think about."

“What if there is more?”

Honestly, I'm not confident about the mountains.

That's because I don't know much.

Well… I know about tools like forceps and such, but honestly, obstetrics and gynecology is something that almost anyone without specialized training in the field can only know about.

“Breast cancer?”

“Oh, breast cancer.”

Fortunately, Blundell mentioned another illness as if he had been waiting for it.

I recently received a letter from a patient I had surgery on while I was in France.

The doctors there said that he was already dead, but they were happy that he was still alive.

Well, it's a miracle.

A cancer patient surviving in the 19th century… isn't that on the level of the Second Coming of Jesus?

‘Among cancers, breast cancer is relatively easy to treat… … .’

Cancer that occurs in other tissues is difficult to detect in advance without imaging tests.

Because it's hidden inside.

Of course, there are places where you can see things like the tongue, but cutting it out is really difficult.

Rebuilding is more difficult.

In comparison, breasts are easy to detect and remove.

Rebuilding is difficult, but… …at least it doesn't affect life and death.

“Breast cancer… well, it’s not like you can do it with prisoners, right?”

“Isn’t it true that medicine doesn’t always advance through experimentation?”

“That’s true.”

“But I guess I’ll have to try harder to get better.”

“That’s obvious… Oh, the patient isn’t coming?”

“I don’t come often because I think I’m going to die anyway.”

If you're sick, go to the hospital.

This obvious proposition became established as truth in the mid-to-late 20th century.

Until then, hospitals were places you had to go only when you had absolutely no choice.

19th century London is a place where you almost feel like you've committed a sin in a past life.

Our hospital has been trying to wash away much of its bad reputation, but the karma accumulated over the years is too great to be completely erased.

That's why, when people get seriously ill, most of them just quietly end their lives.

“I think I can help you with this.”

“Really? Can I call female patients too?”

"haha……."

It would be a mistake to think that my role is only that of a sorcerer.

I'm also a show doctor.

It's also a fairly popular show.

Especially for upper-class women, because the future queen, Princess Victoria, loves my anatomy shows.

“Don’t worry.”

Breast cancer screening… … .

It's really important, but I forgot.

Having compiled everyone's wish lists, I finally looked back at the quirky John Snow.

The guy gave a subtle smile as if he knew everything.

"I'll organize everything into statistics so all these experiments won't be in vain."

"boy……."

Isn't that truly admirable?

This one guy definitely feels better than 100 other doctors.

I don't know about the clinical side, but it's definitely true in research.

After finishing my work at the hospital, I went to see my parents.

When I say this, it sounds like I'm seeing my parents for the first time in a long time since we practically live together, but I see them almost every day.

Even though we can't greet each other every day like the nobles of the Joseon Dynasty, we usually eat together at least once.

But it had been a long time since I had looked at myself with a doctor's eyes like today.

“You two are both old.”

“They say they’re doing it…….”

“Are you telling me to go quickly?”

It's a shame that my parents only see me as a bastard.

But I'm not a double-crossing brat, so I quickly opened my mouth to let you go.

“I’m going on a long journey, so I wanted to check on you to see if everything is going well.”

“What are you looking at?”

“No… Don’t do that. I’m going to get angry if you say you’re going to do something… Hey, you guys! How dare you!”

The kids also solved it.

It was for a 'checkup'.