Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 60

Episode 60: Fantasy Pain [1]

After the surgery, all the patients were transferred to the ward.

Instead of the obstetrics and gynecology ward where Blundell was mainly present, he was moved to the ward where Dr. Robert Liston mainly resided.

“Ugh… … .”

“Huhhhhh… … .”

In other words, it was hell.

I'm not exaggerating… … .

This is hell.

'They really cut off a lot of limbs… … .'

It is true that the discovery of anesthesia certainly brought about advances in surgery.

If it weren't for that, the surgery I learned wouldn't have been possible.

But did that progress just happen all of a sudden?

I didn't think so.

Living in this era, I think I know… … Yeah, I think I know.

I don't think humans are that smart.

'That's true. It's really not easy for people to change.'

Above all, for people who had been living that way, it almost never happened that something would change, like a light turning on in a switch.

Our Dr. Robert Liston was much better.

This gentleman is not a master, no, an expert in amputation surgery, but he thinks that it is time to move on to more delicate surgery in amputation surgery.

But I became cautious because I had to practice a lot on a corpse even though I had a nose job. I don't know if it was a stimulus or not.

For now, it was decided to just do an amputation as the director wished, that's what it said.

Above all, the problem was those who had been at the level of Robert Liston's disciples and were promoted to the position of chief surgeon by the director's scheme.

“Here they come again! Get out of the way, get out of the way!”

“Eww!”

I get it.

Didn't you just watch your teacher, Robert Liston, cut off his limbs right in front of you and then end up cutting them off yourself?

The procedure was not a problem.

Because I knew it so perfectly that I could wake up from my sleep and recite it.

Think about it, your teacher is Robert Liston.

Are you going to forget?

“Kueuuuuuuu!”

The problem was whether I could cut as fast as Dr. Liston, but now that time has increased significantly.

For whom?

Because of me.

Even the patients' courage increased.

Amputating a limb is a scary thing, whether or not you're under anesthesia, but there's no other treatment method, right?

Even though they knew they would die if they didn't cut it, they endured it with the mindset that they would rather die than suffer like that, but now, thanks to the anesthesia, they were cutting it indiscriminately.

“No, this is.”

“It’s so scary… … teacher.”

Thanks to the amputation ward.

Shit… … I still can’t believe it even after saying it.

How is the ward called the amputation ward?

Anyway, this place was crowded.

Who?

With people screaming in agony.

"that is……."

I should have expected this.

I looked around with a darkened face.

Everywhere you looked, there were people missing one or two limbs, and they all looked sick.

‘Ah… … I really… … This is natural.’

I discovered anesthesia, not painkillers.

It would be nice to have at least some Tylenol… … .

Common sense tells you that if you have that, would you eat it when you have a headache and have your blood drawn?

I heard that some hospitals even make patients sit in electric chairs.

Those guys are really crazy… … .

‘What should I do… … .’

Anyway, patients did not have to feel the pain of the cut, the worst pain, thanks to the anesthesia, but they were not free from the pain after the cut.

Even though I've never had it cut, doesn't it look painful just by looking at it?

I completely understand.

“For now… … there’s no other room.”

“If I stay here any longer, even a non-crazy person would go crazy, right?”

“I’ll look for another place. Until then… … Yeah, that’s right.”

I understand, but I wonder if the patients will understand.

These people also looked fine, but they were just people who had their noses picked.

And it wasn't even a proper anesthetic, it was just laughing gas.

The first person to have the surgery even bled a lot.

“Please cover your ears with this. I will take action as quickly as possible.”

“Yes, yes. That… please.”

“Don’t leave it here.”

So I handed out a bunch of cloth to the patients who looked like they had fallen into hell, who looked like they were about to be abandoned by their mother bird, and left to check out other wards.

If I didn't have any money, I would have thought of sleeping in the classroom.

Here… … .

and…….

I didn't think it would work here.

I also thought that I should discuss this with Professor Liston.

Can we just leave it like this?

huh?

“Oh, Professor Blundell. Could you please take two male patients?”

“Do you think it will work?”

"no."

“Yes, even if you ask me to do that, I can’t do it. I might get beaten up by those patients by their husbands.”

I asked Blundell about it when I met him, and got a very grim answer.

I don't think it was particularly because of this era.

but…….

This is really going to suck.

“But have you been there?”

“Where? Oh, the amputation ward?”

“That… … yes. There’s a scream there right now… … .”

“It hurts to cut off your arms and legs, right?”

no……,

A doctor shouldn't talk like that.

Yeah, I'll give you a hundred concessions and say it's true that it hurts when you cut it… … .

You shouldn't be so cold-hearted.

“It’s so bad I can’t leave my patient there.”

“Why? Do you think other patients would ask for a leg? That won’t happen.”

“No, that’s not it. If you stay there, you’ll get trauma… … .”

“Trauma… …? What are you talking about?”

Anyway, as we talked like that, I was finally able to realize one more historical background.

These people really had no interest in mental suffering.

but…….

So don't force workers to places like that.

I really… … .

No, there was a day when there were a lot of patients coming in with chapped armpits, so I asked them how they got hurt, and they told me about the accommodations provided by the factory.

‘They said it was a lodging facility, but they put up a rope and told us to sleep leaning against it… … That was the lodging facility, wasn’t it?’

They even say that they cut the rope in the morning… … .

Discussing psychological trauma in this world?

It's fortunate that no one is saying, "Are you crazy?" like they are now.

“No… … Anyway, you should get some rest. It’s noisy.”

“If it’s noisy, I can’t sleep.”

“I also lost a lot of blood.”

“I heard it wasn’t that much. How much would it cost if it wasn’t even bleeding from the stomach or nose?”

ENT friends! Give me strength!

Let these kids know that people are dying from coffee!

“Well… … Still, this is my first surgery, and my first patient. I feel like this… … .”

“Ah… … Well, that’s how it is.”

Of course, there was no response, and I had to continue to express my regret.

ha.

I'm right, but I have to be like this.

What can I do?

I'm still a .

Let's wait and see when it happens later.

I'm going to kill you all… … .

“I’ll look into it. If it’s your request, I can’t just sit still.”

“Yes, yes. Thank you. And… … .”

“Yeah, feel free to talk.”

“Do you know where Dr. Liston is?”

“Oh, I see. He must have been impressed by your surgery earlier because he was holding a knife.”

“Are you… carrying a knife?”

That guy is a doctor by name, so why does he pick up a knife and act so impressed?

Why on earth are you doing that?

“Yeah, I would have gone to the square.”

"ah……."

And why are you cutting off other people's arms and legs?

With a sigh, I ran for a while.

It was probably a last minute appointment, so it probably wasn't in the central square of London.

The word was that it would be in a strange square in front of the hospital, and it was really close by.

“Oh, Pyeong-ah. Are you going to the square too?”

As I was running like that, I was able to run into Joseph and Alfred, who had left for a while to clean up after the surgery.

These guys really worked hard too.

Even though I'm a housewife and I know the future, I have a sense of responsibility and I'm running around like crazy, but aren't these two just running around with passion?

When I think back to when I was a resident, I think I worried the most about how to stay put without getting caught… … .

“Yeah, I’m going to go. I have something to discuss.”

“Wow… … It’s really nice to see you. You’re like brothers.”

“Well… well, that’s right.”

Anyway, I went to the square with those two great people.

As it happened, Dr. Liston was holding his trademark sword high in the air.

It was a rare sunny day for London, and the twinkling lights were scattered everywhere.

That's like… … .

'King Arthur?'

He was like a king.

Really.

I think the Vikings must have been chopping them up too… … .

“Okay, let’s go!”

But what was actually amputated was the patient's leg.

I instinctively tried to close my eyes, but then I looked back at the surgical scene with a face like, “Huh?”

This was possible because all the students around me had already left their seats.

Now, my collusion with Liston was known to everyone, at least within the hospital.

'A little… different?'

Anyway, something had changed.

It wasn't like, "I have some free time, so I can take it slow."

What should I say… … .

Sigh.

He's coming!

The overall style of drinking did not change.

First of all, the skin and muscles at once… … .

The simple, yet refreshing cut that cuts through tissues of different densities, wrapped in completely different layers, in one stroke remains the same.

But something was more detailed.

'Ah… … Yes, I see.'

It was spinning once more.

Before, they used to cut it all in one go.

The sword made another turn through the same section.

I was wondering what it meant.

Aside from the fact that I am a great surgeon, this is the first time I have seen such a surgery here.

Of course, it's not that I don't know the answer as to why I did that.

I had a rough idea of how orthopedic amputation surgery was performed.

'Is this how we run towards the correct answer?'

I thought there would be a lot of twists and turns.

Anyway, now the bones were being cut away.

Next, they were tying off the blood vessels and nerves, and they definitely had more time than before.

'Ah… I thought there weren't many people whose bandages turned red. It seems like the bleeding is being stopped much better.'

It felt like some kind of progress had been made.

It was still a horrible amputation, though.

I'm a quick-witted person, and I'm also an expert at pleasing people's wishes.

So I quickly approached her and complimented her.

“The surgical technique has changed, bro.”

“Oh, you’re so perceptive. I knew you would. I don’t know if this will turn out better, but anyway… … You’re welcome. I had something to talk about.”

"oh."

This guy is truly a great doctor.

Look.

Aren't you already worried about your patients?

“Uh… … Aren’t you going to the amputation ward?”

“It is a cut. But that is not what I am talking about.”

"ah."

No?

“There is a patient who is sick.”

Is that right?

As I stood there with a puzzled look on my face, Dr. Liston opened his mouth.

He had a serious face.

“It’s not like there weren’t cases like this before… … Patients who had their arms amputated weeks ago are coming in complaining of pain in their arms. They’re saying that their arms don’t even exist. But recently, I’ve had a lot of them amputated, so the number has increased a lot. This is a problem. This is a problem.”