Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 493

Episode 493: The Great Famine [3]

bang.

Still, there was one guy running towards me, so I ended up shooting without realizing it.

By the way, military doctors also shoot pistols in case of a major crisis.

Well, since I was an Air Force medical officer, I only did it once a year.

-Uh… Captain. Are you shooting right now?

It wasn't a good shot either.

I think one reason might be that my K5 was a bit behind, but I'm saying this because I wonder if it makes sense that a rifle has full rounds but a pistol has zero rounds.

Anyway, I remember the fire control officer being shocked when he saw me not hitting the target even once, but apart from that… … .

“Ugh.”

I guess I was a practical person.

I fired just one shot and the opponent fell to the ground, leaving only a final scream.

Actually, I was aiming for the leg, but strangely enough, I fell down with a hole between my eyebrows.

‘There is a God, after all… … .’

I looked up at the sky for a moment.

That must have seemed like some kind of clever thing to the samurai.

Well, if you look at the sky after killing the guy who was imitating a sorcerer just a moment ago and suddenly running towards you, I think even I would think, "What's going on?"

Some people quickly put down their swords and knelt down.

Of course, it's not entirely my fault.

“Tsk. Is he dead?”

This big monster standing next to me.

Liston had already cut off five arms and legs.

What was amazing was that it wasn't like cutting leather or drawing blood like other people do.

All cut off.

They say even bones were cut off.

One of them didn't have any bones cut, which made it even more horrifying.

What should I say about that?

It would be perfect to call it a poor mammal thrown into a school of piranhas.

Slap.

Slap.

Thanks to that, the sound I made when I threw the knife and knelt down was like this.

This was because a pool of blood of considerable depth had already formed around us.

“You’re surprisingly good at shooting a gun, aren’t you? You were like that last time, too.”

“Ah… Actually, it’s true that the rifle is good at shooting, but this is witchcraft.”

“Now I’m finally confessing with my own mouth.”

“Well… that’s the only way to explain it.”

Are you suddenly doing something in real life that you couldn't do normally?

Even my gun is a 19th century revolver that's hard to call a gun compared to the K5?

What I felt after buying this was that they don't call pistols suicide guns for nothing.

Even if you aim for one point and shoot, the bullet will always come out randomly.

To say that it is because of my skills… … .

The seller said the same thing.

Don't shoot unless it's right in front of your nose.

I think he actually said that it would be much more advantageous to use it with a small sword rather than wielding dual pistols like I do.

I remember now.

"hmm."

So I picked up a knife that I assumed was thrown away by one of the men kneeling before us.

It was heavier than I thought, and it was a bit uncomfortable because there was blood on it.

What's the point of wiping it with my clothes?

“Come to work.”

“Uh huh.”

So, while I was kneeling, I tried to wipe it on the guy's clothes that were already stained with blood.

“Uh huh.”

“Ugh…….”

The guy suddenly got up, and the knife accidentally went into his chest for a moment and then came out.

You might ask why I'm speaking in passive voice after stabbing someone, but that's true.

I didn't stab him, the knife went in and out.

Of course, the results were not very different.

"Plain. Why are people so cruel? Stabbing someone who surrendered."

“No… I was just trying to clean the knife.”

“People live? But in Joseon?”

“No, that’s not it. I was trying to wipe it with my clothes.”

"But why stab him so deeply? It was right in the heart. How is this guy still alive?"

“I just went in and came out.”

The samurai who had suffered an unfortunate incident was now in a situation where he could not even kneel.

All he could do was lie face down on the floor, that was all.

'I guess I'll just wipe the blood away.'

Fortunately, there was no blood on the back, so I wiped the knife.

Then Liston looked at me like I was a ghost.

"you……."

"why?"

“No, it’s not.”

I just made a rational decision, and this is the reaction.

As expected, I feel like the 19th century is still a long way off.

What should I say?

What I'm saying is that more enlightenment is needed.

It still remains in the primitive sentimentality of the Middle Ages.

“It’s okay… no.”

Then another group of samurai arrived.

Liston immediately, no, in fact, he had been aiming his sword again for a while, but he put it away as soon as he saw a familiar face among them.

The story goes that there was an interpreter who showed off his English skills quite fluently.

He wasn't leading the group, there seemed to be a separate leader, but anyway.

"this……."

“Ugh…….”

“What is this…….”

I've felt this since I came here, but it seems like not much has changed between the 21st century and the 19th century.

My Japanese conversational skills are mostly what I learned while backpacking, but even so, there are many similar words and the order of words is similar, so I can understand them to a certain extent.

“They really said it was the best sword in Europe…….”

“At this rate, even here…….”

“I guess so.”

“It must also have the power of a sorcerer. Does that make sense?”

Of course, more than half of the current conversation is my imagination.

This is what I mean by understanding the general atmosphere, facial expressions, and tone of voice.

Well, I don't think it's that different from the truth.

And what if it's not true?

Is there a way?

“Are you okay?”

While the rest of the men were assessing the situation and arresting the kneeling men, a samurai who appeared to be the leader and an interpreter approached and asked.

Liston answered first.

"There's no injury. More importantly, I think this guy needs surgery."

“Huh? Surgery?”

“Yeah, I guess I have to save him.”

"no……."

It must have been something the other person couldn't understand.

What kind of surgery is this after stabbing me so hard?

If no one had been killed, it would have been unknown, but the friends whose limbs Liston had amputated have already crossed the Samdo River or are just now crossing it.

But I was Liston's friend, so I could understand his intentions right away.

'You want to show greatness, right?'

‘What are you talking about…? It’s only natural for a doctor to save people.’

"You killed them all after going through all that trouble. With your skills, you could have just struck them with the back of your sword."

'ah.'

There was some confusion, but anyway, Liston, who had received my support, was soon able to undergo the surgery.

Of course, that doesn't mean I ended up having a proper surgery.

Why would someone who was running wild and threatening to kill us do something like that because it's pretty?

Besides, I felt like I would die if I didn't do something right away, so moving was out of the question.

So I unpacked the handy bag I was carrying on my back, and Liston had the interpreter shine a light on it.

The surgery was performed in a pool of blood.

Choaak.

First, I made the incision wider at the stabbed site.

Then the eyes of the men who were already tied with their arms behind their backs widened.

That was understandable.

To those who don't know anything, the surgery was a sophisticated murder.

Especially breast or abdominal surgeries would look that way even to a 21st century person.

“Can I buy this?”

“I don’t know, I guess. I’ll just give it a try.”

“Can you say something like that while performing a surgery?”

"He was going to kill us anyway, so wouldn't it be strange to try to save him? Of course, it would be better if he survived."

Anyway, we widened the incision gap.

Liston opened the incision, and I looked inside to check the injured area.

The only fortunate thing was that the wound on his heart was not that big, as the knife only went in a little.

The blood spurted out a little, but for us, who had already undergone countless heart surgeries, it was nothing.

"older brother."

"okay."

After checking the injured area, I switched hands with Liston.

The story goes that I blocked the wound with my finger and left it to Liston to stitch it up.

I don't know what Liston's skills are.

There's a reason I call you a genius.

I don't really like MBTI, but I'm extremely T-type, so I only speak based on facts.

Ji-ik.

Liston continued to sew a circular pocket around the hole I was blocking with my finger.

“It’s done now.”

And then as soon as it was finished, he sent me a signal and pulled the suture at the speed that I pulled my hand, and sewed it up.

Then the blood stopped gushing from my heart.

"no……."

“That’s…….”

It probably would have seemed like magic.

There's a famous saying that highly developed science is indistinguishable from magic.

Of course, for people living in the 21st century, there are so many things in science that have become so obvious that there are fewer things that seem mysterious…

For people of this era, a mystery still lives and breathes in their hearts.

"after……."

“What… one?”

"If you're going to save someone, it's better if it looks like sorcery. Close your eyes, too, brother."

"no……."

“Oh, you rearranged your head?”

“Ugh.”

So I took a deep breath and started mumbling something.

I looked at the sky, looked at the patient, and even spat on the floor for no reason.

At that time, I did a lot of things because I didn't know what people in Japan believed.

“Oh, amen.”

Then the interpreter suddenly shouted Amen and made the sign of the cross.

“?”

After a moment of confusion, some of the shogunate men, even those kneeling, shouted “Amen.”

‘Japan… isn’t it a country without Christianity at all?’

But isn't that the case in 21st century Japan?

I don't know what it is.

Anyway, it felt like we were on the same page.

You can tell just by looking at the faces of those who shouted Amen, as well as the rest who looked shocked.

'If you add more, the patient will probably die.'

'okay.'

I thought it was enough, so I closed the wound completely with Liston.

It might seem like it was very smooth to say this, but the patient started to flinch.

'Come to think of it, I didn't use anesthesia.'

'I should have brought Alfred.'

I had surgery while I was unconscious, but if I had been a little later, I would have seen him wake up with his chest open.

I guess that would be better for building a reputation as a sorcerer… … .

If that happens, wouldn't I be a little miserable?

So we quickly finished suturing it.

Meanwhile, the patient, or samurai, gradually regained consciousness and began to writhe in pain.

In the end, I had to do the suturing alone, and Liston had to subdue the patient.

“Ugh…….”

“He was dead…….”

“This can’t be happening.”

That kind of appearance also seemed to be wise.

That's a good thing.

Whatever it is, if it turns out like this, it will be advantageous for our work.

‘The real trap is that I don’t know what to do… … .’

Yeah, spying.

That will get easier too.

How dare you?

A sorcerer who can raise the dead wants to come see you, so you're going to refuse permission and leave?

Even the guy next to him is a monster who cuts down five people without a single hair on his head, even when a dozen or so prosecutors rush in.

'Yeah, well… …is it a good thing?'

I chuckled in the pool of blood.