Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 5

Episode 5: Medical School Admission [1]

Suddenly, some scary people grabbed me.

-I guess I'll have to cut off the leg! Huh? It's rotten?

Dr. Robert Liston shouted like this, then thrust a bloody knife in front of my eyes without any disinfection or anesthesia.

He was originally much larger than me, but today he looked even larger.

Should I just say it's a house?

-It'll be over in 30 seconds.

When you say it's over, it somehow sounds like you're saying life is over.

-Okay, then. Let's cut it.

Dr. Robert Liston, with his massive body and sword in his hand, swung it at me.

“S-save me, damn it!”

I woke up screaming and saw Joseph's face.

The guy was looking down at me with a really pitiful expression.

“You’re being so annoying.”

What the heck?

Did you say bullshit?

Something happened in my dream.

Of course, I didn't necessarily say that out loud.

If I say something like that, isn't it obvious that everyone will think it's strange?

If Dr. Robert Liston, the greatest surgeon of his time, were to cut off your leg himself, you should be grateful. Why would you scream?

“It’s because I had a strange dream.”

“Are you okay? You look a lot weaker than you are.”

Weak heart?

men and horses…….

I've heard that since I was a medical student, I was a natural born surgeon.

Not only during anatomy practice, but also when I went into the operating room and assisted, I did everything properly without making a single mistake.

“I think you’ve been dreaming a lot since that day?”

I admit it.

Even for me, the surgery that day was a real shock.

'I find you really amazing… … .'

Even if you have no concept of medicine, wasn't that scene alone horrifying?

Even after seeing that, you can still sleep soundly without drinking alcohol.

Seriously… … .

'Maybe you are a natural born doctor.'

It is questionable whether doctors at this time are truly people who can cure the sick or save people.

Anyway, it was bold.

“Still, sleep well.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you’re sleeping well. If you’re pushing yourself too hard because of me, then you don’t have to. After all, being a surgeon isn’t a job that pays well, right?”

“Oh, um. I’ve heard that too.”

I was so obsessed with surgery that I thought I was obsessed with something.

Even in Korea, surgery wasn't a subject with a very bright future, was it?

I remembered what the department head said when he said that when other doctors drive Benzes or BMWs, surgeons should be prepared to drive a Sonata before they are allowed in.

However, even among surgeons, there was a minimum standard for doctors.

But surgeons at this time didn't have anything like that.

Rather, it was the lowest salary in the hospital.

Not compared to other doctors, but just the lowest in the hospital.

“If you think about money, it would be much better to work for my dad.”

Joseph was right.

If you think about the money, it would have been much better to just go and get the wine delivered.

I also had a lot of worries about that.

'So you're an internist?'

medicine.

The perception of this side was much better.

But when I looked into it, I found out that they still didn't know who Dr. Fleming (the doctor who discovered penicillin) was?

That means there are no antibiotics, but I have no idea what disease they are supposed to cure without them.

Besides, I had absolutely no knowledge of internal medicine.

I forgot everything I learned as a student because I became a professor of surgery.

'Pine cicadas have to eat pine needles, right?'

Besides, I heard later that if you reach the level of Dr. Robert Liston, you can make a lot of money.

Even though the salary received from the hospital is not much, the story is that they receive something separately from the patients.

'I can't believe… … that I wouldn't be the best here.'

All you need is a certificate.

I was thinking something like this.

“No, I’m going to be a surgeon.”

“Okay, thanks. Let’s do it together then.”

“Okay. Shall we go?”

“Okay, let’s go.”

The quick-footed man submitted his application for admission as soon as he arrived at Upton.

And thanks to Dr. Robert Liston, who rushed us, whether it was because we needed the money or because he was in a hurry, we were able to get into medical school right away.

How did you find a dorm?

I went there once, but the name was "dormitory" but it felt like hell inside, so I came back right away.

Of course, if I had known what London boarding houses were like, I would have just gone in.

We were in hell below hell.

"be careful."

“Yeah. Can I see your face?”

“I can’t see it. But how are you going to get around in the summer?”

“I guess I’ll be worried back then.”

Fortunately, it wasn't a slum.

To be honest, since they were still young and students who didn't make any money, I thought it wouldn't be a bad idea to go to school in a slum.

When I heard that more than 90% of the corpses 'supplied' to each medical school for dissection practice come from slums rather than hospitals, I put that thought aside and threw it away.

Crash!

Of course, it wasn't a comfortable place just because it was a place where ordinary people lived.

"ah……."

“I stepped in poop.”

“If you walk, you will fall.”

“fu*k… … .”

Piles of shit strewn across the streets were a daily occurrence.

At first, I wondered why he was shi**ing in front of other people's houses.

I was worried that I might be targeted because I am Asian and Joseph is a Quaker.

But then I realized that it was normal to poop anywhere, and that it just so happened that I pooped in front of my house.

It was no comfort.

Those fu*king kids.

“Don’t make eye contact.”

“Oh, let’s walk quickly.”

Of course, can you just call him a son of a bitch out loud?

This was a problem of a whole other level.

It didn't matter if I didn't know Korean swear words.

I couldn't make eye contact with workers who were filled with anger towards the world.

why?

Because it's a mess.

“Ah… … It’s almost here. Do I have to be anxious like this every time I go to school… … .”

I don't know if I should say it's fortunate.

Anyway, the school was close.

You should feel a sense of relief every time you see the front door.

The brief sense of relief soon turned into despair.

“Ah… … here.”

Unlike me, Joseph had a bright face.

It was clear that only flowers were in his mind.

If you think about it, it's that guy who's environment has gotten worse.

How can one laugh in this situation?

First of all, you smell like shit.

I just stepped in some poop.

And that's not even dog poop, it's human poop!

Squeak-

As I was walking around like that, I suddenly found myself in a classroom.

When I opened the door, there were clearly a number of children inside who looked like they were having a hard time.

Of course, since the admissions system had not yet been properly established, there were some old and frail people.

He looked to be in his early thirties.

Anyway, these were people who had gotten to know each other through trial classes before entering medical school.

“Hello. My name is Joseph Lister. I’m from Upton.”

So we had to introduce ourselves.

Joseph always went first because it was obvious that if I went first, the reaction would be strange.

Even so, all eyes were on me.

Anyway, after Joseph finished speaking like that, he introduced me as well.

“This guy here is called Tae-pyeong, you can just call him Pyeong… … His parents went to Macau with Father Aidan Turner and ended up in London, and he is a Korean who came to live here. He looks different, but he is a British person who was born and raised here.”

That was also because some history was needed.

Anyway, if you say that you settled here with the help of an Irish Catholic priest, people will still look at you strangely, but not hostilely.

Besides, it was true that I thought it would be better since these guys dreamed of becoming doctors.

Aren't you the ones who came here to save people?

“How can an Oriental guy be British? Does that make sense?”

Oh, I could tell right away that that wasn't it.

I turned my head and saw a young bird sitting there.

Yeah, maybe he's the same age as me now?

“Where the hell is that monkey-like guy… … .”

Instead of responding, I went into a physical scan.

Clothes? They're luxury.

No matter how much the quality of manufactured goods improves with the Industrial Revolution, aren't luxury goods impossible to replace?

This was especially true for materials that had to be imported from all over the world using the power of the British Empire.

'And the head too, and the kid… … is he from a rich family?'

This was a bit difficult.

Because the rich of this period could even exercise physical force if they wanted to.

In Upton, Joseph could be a shield, but here… … .

Bulkhead!

As I was wondering what to do, the door opened with such force that it looked like it was going to break.

When I looked back, I saw a huge man walking in with long strides.

It was Dr. Robert Liston.

“What? I was going to introduce you, but you two are standing there.”

At some point, he stood between us and tapped me on the shoulder with a hand the size of a pot lid.

“This is Joseph. This is Piyoung. Both of you are welcome to study with us.”

Then he gave the order.

Welcome.

“Yes. Welcome, friends!”

Then, applause and cheers poured in.

Surprisingly, the one who took the lead was the rich guy who had called me a monkey earlier.

“Okay, do that.”

"yes!"

Her eyes were smiling, but her body was shaking.

'Ah… … I've had a taste of the doctor.'

Well, if you aren't scared when a human gives orders right in front of you, are you really a human?

It was natural, since he wasn't a teenager who had been living like that for thirty years in his previous life.

“Come in.”

“Oh, yes.”

No, I was scared too.

That person… … .

He was a scary person even before he picked up a sword.

People themselves are just fu*king scary.

“Okay, today is the start of regular classes. I don’t know how many of you will be able to graduate. Pray hard and study hard.”

It seemed like he was talking about a paid system.

If you do a lot of paid work, you might get cut, right?

'But why are you talking like… like I'm dead and won't be able to graduate…?'

It was not only the people speaking who were like this, but also the people listening.

There's something solemn and solemn about it, like someone standing before a battlefield?

Anyway, since it was my first class, I concentrated.

First, I took out the mini blackboard.

To be honest, I was wondering if he was going to teach me something I didn't know.

It's been a long time since I finished school, so I thought there might be things I forgot.

“The most important thing for a surgeon is anatomy. Of course, it is difficult to consider these things when performing surgery.”

But the lecture was strange from the very first words.

'A surgery that doesn't take anatomy into account…?'

Even to an ordinary person, wouldn't this be a strange story?

That's why Inma.

And just as I was about to swear, a reasonable reason came to mind.

“It’s because of the anesthesia. If you make them drink alcohol, or hit them on the back of the head, or put a knife to them, they’ll wake up.”

ah.

Well, there is no anesthesia in this day and age.

In other words, it meant that the patient's flesh had to be cut open raw.

How much does it hurt?

It was difficult to even estimate.

I've never done that before.

“If you think slowly while operating, the patient will die. They will definitely die. That’s why once a surgeon holds the knife, it’s best to move as quickly as possible. At the same time, you have to consider anatomy. Even if you can’t do it in detail, you have to do it. That’s why you have to study anatomy even harder. If you want to think about anatomy even in a split second, you have to hammer anatomy into your head!”

Dr. Liston stopped talking and slammed the blackboard.

A mark appeared that wasn't there before.

It seemed like it would never be erased.

Because it's broken.

'If I don't concentrate, I'll die.'

I thought that I shouldn't fall asleep even if there was nothing to learn.