Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 500

Episode 500: Plague [3]

"uh……."

In the meantime, since there were some people who felt uncomfortable, I decided to set an example myself.

It wasn't something I had intended to use, but anyway, I was able to do it because I had brought something that might be useful.

“It must be done the Lord’s way!”

Of course, even while rummaging through my bag, I never lost sight of the concept.

I think the Lord must be moved and inspired when he sees me like this.

Just today, He may forgive our disrespect and grant us a miracle.

but…….

Doctors must always operate under the assumption that miracles do not occur.

Isn't it inevitable that all learning will regress the moment it starts relying on miracles?

Those things that were left unfinished, that is, 19th century guys, could do that all they want, but I can't do that.

“This is what the Lord has made by His grace…….”

I took out the dropper.

It was originally supposed to be made of glass, but there were concerns that it might break during the ship ride to Japan.

Anyone who has ever been on a boat will know.

The sea is incredibly huge, and the ocean in particular is really dirty and shakes.

The sea route to the Far East was a little better, as there was no such thing as a shitty route across the Atlantic, but it was still quite shaky and no joke.

If you think about it, all the military academy kids got seasick and collapsed on the sea route from Incheon Port to Baengnyeong Island, so it was a delusion to think that everything would be okay coming here from England.

'It looks really clever because it's made of iron.'

Anyway, that's why it was made of iron.

The downside is that you can't tell how much goes inside…

In fact, even if the dropper is made of glass, the field of view is distorted, so it is impossible to know the exact capacity unless the dotted line is marked.

And since we 19th century people don't have that much precision technology (in fact, we could make it, but it would cost a lot of money), I don't think there would be much of a difference.

Anyway, I was wondering what to call this for a while, but luckily, I was able to think of an appropriate term not too long after.

“It’s a holy water maker!”

“Ugh…….”

“Is that how it is?”

Liston still hasn't been actively helping me.

That doesn't mean I said you shouldn't do this.

This was because I had already done this several times and had actually produced some positive results.

no…….

Maybe it's a confusing situation.

It's not just that my acting skills are improving by leaps and bounds, but that person is much more susceptible to superstitions and supernatural powers than you might think.

I don't know how they got it, but they even called a shaman.

Chook.

Anyway, I drained the abscess from the dying cow's boil with a metal dropper.

The animal called Sora already had a terrible smell, but seeing it dying made it really disgusting.

I have a feeling that if I lived near this place, my nose hair would grow thick and long like a Bavarian's.

It's not just talk, ENT doctors publish papers on things like this.

Certainly, compared to trauma surgery, there is nothing to do… … No, is this too much of a criticism?

"after……."

I dropped the foul-smelling abscess I had collected onto the tip of my tongue.

Since it wasn't officially cultured, I dropped several drops instead of one or two.

This is because the placenta is the corpse of dead viruses and white blood cells that died fighting the viruses.

Of course, there are still live viruses and they are dying, so I didn't drop too many.

Even if the one who entered the cow showed a weak side towards humans, I said that it wouldn't be good for them to enter it too much.

Of course, this could also be excused on religious grounds.

“Do not be greedy. We impious and filthy people will not escape disaster if we covet the Lord’s holy water too much!”

Even I think it's really crazy.

But it's a crap that works.

It's not my imagination, it's actually true.

“Oh… As expected… There’s no way a holy man could just do something like that!”

First, the red coats came over.

“Lord, have grace for me too!”

"Yes, pray! If you just get this holy water, you won't have to worry about smallpox anymore!"

“Wow!”

“Woooooo!”

“I believed you after all!”

Captain Charles was not just a soldier, he was a man of considerable learning, and, as it was the 19th century, he came from a well-to-do family.

In a way, it was a natural thing.

They must have heard of my fame since they were in London.

In addition, since I came by boat, I have personally witnessed the miracles that I have performed.

“I’ll give it to you too.”

Eventually, even Liston, who was closest to me, gave in.

He slung the sword he was carrying around behind his back and knelt before me.

He may have had some religious thoughts, but most of it was probably because he was so tall.

But to anyone who looks at it, doesn't this just mean submission and obedience?

“Ugh…….”

“It seems that what the author said is true!”

To the samurai, Liston is both respected and feared.

It can't be helped.

Even if Miyamoto Musashi, who was once renowned as a warrior, were reincarnated, would he be able to display that kind of power?

I think that even if there is a real person called Bicheon X Kenryu and he is the master of Himu X Kenshin, it will not be easy to defeat Liston.

It's to the point where it's comparable to a fictional character.

So, what would Liston look like to the samurai who worshipped swords even in the age of guns?

“Me, me too!”

“Grace to me too!”

“Yaso? You said Yaso? Are you saying that Yaso actually exists!”

Besides, Japan is a country that has been open to the world for a long time.

Of course, we did end up fighting with that heretic country called Portugal.

Do you have any evidence that they are heretics?

The whole country was hit by an earthquake beam on the day of the festival, and if that isn't evidence, then what else is?

In comparison, the God that our British Empire worships seems to be a real one.

So, even if we travel all over the world like this and commit evil deeds, they won't let us.

‘Come to think of it… … You’re doing well even in the 21st century… … ?’

If there really is such a thing as karma, then the Anglo-Saxons shouldn't be living so well.

There's even a meme that says if something strange happens in world history, blame Britain…

Even the US is a similar bunch.

They always say we pioneered the West, the empty land, the undeveloped land, but was it really empty land?

Not only did they not hesitate to say things that would make the natives who lived there jump out of their graves, but they even made many movies and games that glorified that time.

Well, I was impressed by Red Dead Redemption 2, but that's that, and this is this.

'Oh, Lord.'

When I think about it like that, I am convinced that the Lord we believe in is the real Lord.

Otherwise, this would not be possible.

Does it make sense that those who not only exploited the world but also waged the Opium Wars are still doing well and even have a good image?

So I cried out to the Lord with even more faith than before, and naturally, all the samurai knelt before me and received the holy water and drank it.

Honestly, it must have been incredibly frustrating, but no one even frowned, let alone spat it out.

It was solemnity itself.

Japanese kids are professionals at creating this kind of atmosphere even when nothing special is going on, so they felt much more pious than I expected.

“What is that…?”

"what?"

“Why… those people.”

As they were doing that, the people who were already in pain and were hiding in the room in fear when the sword-wielding warriors came began to come out little by little.

Some of them looked sick, while others still looked fine.

'The two shouldn't be mixed.'

The first principle in infectious diseases is isolation, quarantine.

During the coronavirus pandemic, these guys were making a fuss, asking why they were suppressing my freedom like this. But it's not because they know freedom better, it's because they didn't learn what they should have learned in school.

Living on a continent where half the population was wiped out by the Black Death, they are truly amazing for having forgotten everything and found freedom in less than a thousand years.

Well, since they are people whose memories reset so often, they probably live their lives knowing that they are righteous and just.

"Now, get up! Put on your masks! The Lord's holy water is perfect, but we are not! It will take a considerable amount of time for the holy water to fully take effect! So be careful!"

Even as I was thinking that, I was really naturally uttering words that sounded like a sorcerer's.

Sometimes I wonder if I should have been a cult leader instead of a doctor in my past life.

‘Ah… … No, I guess so. Even so, he probably died of a brain tumor… … .’

Would it be advantageous for a 21st century cult leader to return to the 19th century?

It could be because they are well-versed in advanced missionary methods, but… … .

No matter how much I think about it, I don't think it will be as useful as medical knowledge.

"Now, don't touch me! Keep the people from gathering with sticks, no, guns and swords! Don't let any of them gather together until I see them with my own eyes!"

“Hi!”

Anyway, at my command, the loyal redcoats and samurai rushed out.

Then, people who seemed to have come out for no reason started to run away.

I thought it was better.

That's because the sick people were left behind.

Well, there are probably some people who are good at running even among the infected people, but there's no need to worry too much about them.

The course of infection can vary from person to person.

Because everyone has different genes.

This is also the reason why there has never been an infectious disease with a 100% fatality rate.

“Uh huh.”

"uh……."

Anyway, those who fell behind or fell down were knocked apart by my subordinates (including the samurai now) with their swords or guns, not their hands.

It wasn't that difficult.

Because it is a rural area, the building density is low.

At first, I thought these people were all sick.

"older brother."

“Ah, yes. The Lord’s sword goes.”

So I wondered if it was really necessary to check, but I thought that a doctor should do a physical examination of a patient, so I dispatched Liston.

“Eww!”

“Please save me!”

All the patients were begging to be saved.

It was obvious.

If a huge, red-faced white man with a shaggy face and weird hair came running at me with a knife, I would scream.

“Oh, here we go!”

I didn't know that Oni would appear, but looking back, Liston really does have the form of an Oni.

At the moment when I wondered if the prototype of the Japanese goblin was a white thug, Liston swung his sword wildly, and as a result, things that I couldn't tell if they were clothes or a hat were cut in half.

“Oh… this person doesn’t have any lesions. Over there.”

“This person is this way.”

“This person… over there.”

I classified the people who exposed their bodies like that using the land that was so bare that it was hard to tell whether it was a field or a wasteland.

Normally, it would be right to isolate patients one by one, but isn't there a shortage of manpower?

When resources are scarce, flexibility is essential.

“Ugh.”

“Oni…….”

“Calling Oni…….”

Hearing this over and over again while working made me feel like I was Kibbutz X Muzan.