Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 58

Episode 58: Going for surgery [1]

Yes, the patient may be anxious.

Even in the 21st century, don't people say all sorts of things before surgery?

There were even people who asked the surgeon if he was good at surgery.

Even people who knew full well that it could be considered extremely rude said the same thing.

What that means is that it's understandable to some extent as long as it doesn't cross the line.

“No. No! You can’t cut off my nose!”

What should I say about that?

“No! Save me!”

Doesn't that feel a bit too far-fetched?

Nobody, huh?

I didn't say I was going to cut off your nose.

I do have a knife, but… … .

It's small.

With this, you can only cut the gums, not the nose…

“People in the neighborhood! These kids have noses!”

Anyway, I felt like I couldn't leave it like this.

First of all, there is someone right next to me who needs surgery right now.

It's the exact same surgery… … .

“Would you want to receive it while I’m standing next to you and making a fuss?”

"uh……."

Look at me.

I'm already feeling terrified.

I felt like it absolutely couldn't be left like this.

So I stepped up.

“Patient, you are speaking strangely, but I am not cutting off your nose.”

“Then what is that knife?”

“I told you, it’s just a little bit of gum damage?”

“Cut your mouth?”

“No, that’s… … .”

It didn't help much.

When I think about it, it was a time when that couldn't be helped.

The surgery these people saw was… … .

That's all, huh? That's it.

Cut off the limbs.

I saw you before, our Dr. Liston had his chin cut off… … .

There is no mention of whether the patient is dead or alive.

“Leave it to me. Even a genius like you can’t handle things without experience.”

I wondered what to do.

In Korea, if you tell people they need surgery, they usually nod and sign a consent form.

Of course, there are cases where the surgical process written in the consent form is a bit horrific, and there are many cases where complications are like that, so there have been various complaints, but there have been no cases like this.

So I was about to start muttering, when Dr. Liston stepped in.

“Oh, yes.”

Yeah, I thought this guy would do something about it.

“Turn on the gas.”

"yes?"

That 'somehow' wasn't like this… … .

Dr. Liston had no intention of persuading anyone with words in the first place; he simply turned on the laughing gas he had brought with him.

No, I said no.

I didn't even understand such a request, but for the friends who went with Dr. Liston, it was as natural as breathing, so he quickly turned on the gas and anesthetized the struggling patient by pressing on his forehead and shoulders.

'Wow… this is crazy.'

What kind of hospital is this?

Kidnapping, kidnapping.

No, it's not kidnapping… … .

It felt like executing something.

“Okay?”

In times like this, you should say that you shouldn't do this.

I opened my mouth before my head could even turn.

"yes."

“Okay. Let’s go.”

So the patient was sent to the truth room, no, to the operating room.

'This isn't an operating room… …'

Actually, it wasn't an operating room.

What should I say about this?

Surgery square?

I wondered why there was a plaza in a surgery where aseptic procedures should be the rule, but I couldn't even open my mouth because this era has its own common sense.

-But I feel like I'll make a mistake in front of too many people…

Fortunately, Liston accepted what he said.

So, we headed not to the plaza but to the lecture room.

Compared to the operating room, it might feel like a plaza, a lecture hall, or a dog park.

But this wasn't outdoors.

There are only about 20 people gathered.

Of course these guys, none of them are wearing masks, right?

It was a mess though… … .

“Okay, put it up.”

"yes."

While we were thinking about this and that, we arrived at the classroom.

Following Liston's instructions, the patient sat at a desk on the podium… … .

Instead of the bed, I placed it on top of a few desks.

'This also needs to be improved later.'

When there is no anesthesia, this is okay.

Because the patient will move anyway.

No, the problem was the struggling, right?

However, a human being under anesthesia cannot move of his own free will.

Lying still, that's what it means… … .

'You're getting bedsores, you little shi*s!'

The problem was that I had to lie still in a place that looked uncomfortable to anyone, not a soft place.

As a result, there are cases where patients who have had a long surgery feel discomfort in areas other than the surgical site.

This is something I learned from experience, and fortunately, modern medicine has already recognized this and is working to improve it.

This meant that rather than forcing the surgeon to only have a comfortable position, they created a position that the patient could sustain without getting hurt.

Of course, it couldn't have been like that in the early days.

I always made sure to use a comfortable position for the doctor.

'I have to finish this as quickly as possible.'

Fortunately, this surgery is one that cannot last long no matter how long you try.

Moreover, the anesthesia technique was poor, so if the patient had been under the anesthesia for long enough to develop bedsores, he would have probably died before that.

It had to be that way because my breathing would be restricted.

“Now, Joseph. Alfred.”

"uh."

"huh."

I took a deep breath and positioned my assistants, Joseph and Alfred.

The guys had already practiced with me on corpses many times, so even though it was their first time in a real fight, they were able to move as they usually did.

Then, I was the only one left.

I had to do well.

“Hoooo… … .”

I took another deep breath.

It wasn't Kim Tae-pyeong, but Joo-hyuk's memories that were being recalled.

Yeah, how many actual surgeries have I actually done?

It may be my first time with this body, but my soul has already experienced it hundreds of times.

"knife."

I quickly regained my sense of refinement and reached out my hand.

Another person who stepped forward as an assistant was Colin.

Throughout practice, I kept grumbling about why I was such an assistant, but what I was seeing in front of me now was not a corpse, but a person.

A living, breathing human being.

Anyone who talks nonsense in front of him should be considered unqualified to be a doctor.

"yes."

Colin wasn't that bad of a jerk, he handed me a knife.

It was a knife that was made specifically for this day.

It was a knife with a blade, but the metallurgy was not good enough at the time to sharpen the blade, so it was sharpened every time it was used.

Ji-i-ik.

Certainly, it felt perfect in my hand.

-This is a knife? How can you cut human flesh with something like this!

Liston was impressed, saying that it was just a small knife.

It was perfect for me.

Certainly, the incisions were much more elaborate than before.

If the type of surgery had been different, it could have been more useful.

Unfortunately, that was the end of my knife use for today.

“I'll push it.”

"yes."

A wide-tipped instrument was used to raise the incision, that is, to separate the bone and gums.

Giggling.

Then he pushed upward along the bone.

Then, the gums and bone gradually separated, creating a much wider space than the incision I had initially made.

Originally, Liston had suggested that we make the incision above this, but he gave up after seeing what I had drawn on the corpse.

If the incision had been made higher up here, it could have caused unintended damage, such as damage to the lips.

“Okay. Now, Joseph, walk over here.”

"huh."

Joseph, like a skilled assistant, pulled the detached gap with a hook according to my order.

It was definitely quite stable since he had a decent physique.

Even so, it was smaller than my previous life.

Well… … Considering the times, that could be considered business.

“Give it to me.”

"yes."

"hammer."

"yes."

I stuck a needle into the gap and hit the end of the needle with a hammer.

Boom. Boom.

Since he was a living person, his bones were stronger.

It was strange in itself to compare it to a dead person.

Bam.

Of course, it wasn't much different because all the corpses I used for practice were those that had died not long ago.

That was fortunate.

At exactly the point I expected, I heard a bone-crunching sound.

"fire."

"yes."

Colin picked up the fire and illuminated the narrow gap.

To be honest, it didn't look that good.

I had no choice but to do that because I was having surgery that required me to have a back brace on my head.

As far as I know, this was a surgery that came out before the back was attached, and it was so dark back then that I wondered how on earth they would have done it.

'Without anatomical knowledge, all real people die, that's it.'

What this meant was that this was a surgery that no one else but me could even dream of.

However, there were several reasons why the surgery was performed in the classroom.

First of all, the country imprints people's abilities.

Another was to show that future surgeries will certainly be more detailed than before, although not all of them will be like that.

“Gauze.”

"yes."

The inside of the maxillary sinus was a mess.

It wasn't just the pus that was there, but the mucous membrane inside was completely swollen due to the long-standing inflammation.

Not only were there swellings here and there, there were also places that almost looked like tumors.

Because of that, every time I touched it, it bled, but fortunately, it didn't bleed like a blood vessel had burst.

What should I say?

Just touch it and it seeps out?

“Replace it.”

"yes."

However, the gauze that came out after wiping was a mess of a color.

Yellow and red.

It almost feels like something straight out of hell.

The smell was also disgusting.

“Haha.”

"town."

It was so widespread that it spread throughout the classroom in an instant.

It was a good thing.

These guys really love smelly blood.

"pliers."

"yes."

I used up three or four gauze pads to remove the inflammation inside and then received the pliers.

It was a thinner pliers than the original one.

Unlike a scalpel, it seems like it would only be used for this type of surgery, but I made it anyway because I thought this type of surgery would be my bread and butter for a while.

Exactly. Exactly.

I held the pliers and widened the sacrum.

It was different from a corpse, as blood was oozing out.

'You did well in practicing… … .'

Visibility was already poor, and with blood coming out, I really had to rely on intuition.

'But I shouldn't be greedy, right?'

If I keep doing this, I'll end up with a brain or eyes damaged.

fu*k.

The idea of it being a lifeline has been canceled.

I'm so behind.

As I was thinking that I should open my stomach, the tip of the pliers finally reached the sphenoid bone.

Strictly speaking, it should be called a wall.

If it were the same as before, the naturally formed hole would have to be widened.

I can't even see anything, and I'm not even an ENT specialist, so how could that be possible?

'If you try to do something perfectly when you know it poorly, you'll have an accident.'

I took the awl and stabbed it deep into the bone, recalling a saying that could be considered a golden rule not only in otolaryngology but also in surgery.

Maybe it was because it was so inflamed, but it went through easily even with a light stab.

At the same time, the pus that had been inside began to leak out.

'hmm…….'

Only then did I notice blood.

This is something I didn't pay any attention to when I was performing the surgery on the corpse…

'Ah. This surgery will not be finished until the bleeding is stopped… … ?'

I almost said "F*ck" without realizing it.