Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 63

Episode 63: The Experts of Hair [1]

"also……."

Dr. Liston looked at his patient, letting out a sound that was either a sigh or something else.

"no……."

“So you said it didn’t hurt because you were scared?”

Joseph and Alfred looked astonished.

That was bound to happen.

Doctors at this time were strangely confident.

Otherwise, how could anyone have thought of cutting a person's arm into four pieces without anesthesia?

Even the devil would say, 'Professor, this is a bit… ' or that the progress is too fast, but the fact that he was able to do that shows that he truly believed that this was the way to do the best for the patient.

"Whew……."

me?

I wasn't that surprised because I knew from the beginning that it was a nonsensical theory.

However, I was a little surprised that the patient, who had seemed like a relatively strong sailor until just a moment ago, was now starting to look so pitiful.

So I patted the patient on the shoulder.

“Ugh.”

But I didn't know I would cry like this.

No, is it normal to cry?

Well, that could be possible.

Didn't every doctor who saw you consider cutting off your arm?

Perhaps in that room earlier, it really felt like I was a test subject.

'Doctors these days… no, people don't seem to have much awareness of human rights.'

It was even more so because it was a caste-based society to begin with.

I don't think that the blood of the nobles is blue and that they are truly noble people like before… … .

Even so, the way or attitude of dealing with the weak was difficult for me, with my modern way of thinking, to understand.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I won’t cut off your arm… … .”

“Thank you for your valuable service. Couldn’t other people have ended up like this?”

So I continued to comfort her, and Dr. Liston did not stay still.

Should I say Chihara?

Anyway, he patted me on the shoulder to say he did a good job.

Every time, the patient would say things like, "Eek" or "Please save me."

For Liston, this reaction was as natural as breathing, so he didn't take any special action.

“Well then… … how do we treat people who have pain in their arms when they don’t have arms… … that’s the problem that remains.”

Besides, Liston's mind was occupied by his own patients.

Aren't there strong patients who have endured anesthesia and even unclean surgeries based on their strong immune systems suffering from pain in their arms?

Even the number of patients continued to increase.

Will it decrease in the future?

I didn't think that would happen.

Although it is still an era where statistics and such are not properly established, it is only natural that as the number of patients who have had amputations increases, the number of patients with this strange symptom will also increase.

“What should I do with this… … .”

From Liston's point of view, it was natural to sigh.

“Whew… … Really, what should I do?”

I sighed as well.

It wasn't because I didn't know how.

How could I not know this when I was a professor at a medical school in the Republic of Korea in the 21st century?

How long has it been since the secret of phantom pain was revealed?

'The problem is… … this is a kind of brain science… … .'

How on earth should I explain this… … .

This is what brain science is… … .

Even in the 21st century, it wasn't that easy, was it?

That difficult concept here… …?

“If you cut deeper… … No, I didn’t mean to cut the patient.”

Look at Liston.

He's a doctor who's still awake, so look what he's doing now.

The patient fainted.

To cut even deeper into someone who is already scared… … Is that something to say?

“First, I will bring the patient in.”

“Oh, okay. It’s not like it’s going to be revealed here. Besides… … hmm.”

“Go ahead, brother.”

I got up with the intention of saving the patient.

Since it was difficult to move alone, I got up with Joseph and Alfred.

As I was leaving, Liston started to say something, which made me feel a little uneasy.

So I told him to finish talking.

Fortunately, since our relationship was usually normal, Liston didn't feel particularly rude.

“No, there is the patient’s testimony… … but isn’t there also no evidence that the nerves are not clumped together?”

"ah."

This idiot?

I almost committed a real offense.

I had kept my mouth shut due to my survival instinct, and I could barely utter words other than swear words.

“If there was an amputation, and… no, if there was someone who died among those who had this kind of pain, wouldn’t it be okay to do an autopsy?”

"oh."

Liston's eyes began to glow.

At the same time, I looked at our poor patient, who looked like he was going to faint.

I thought I was crazy.

Are you planning to kill me and dissect me?

“That… … Brother. If you see this patient, I think you’ll have a serious misunderstanding.”

“Oh, right. Okay, I’ll look into that.”

Even the word search gave me goosebumps.

Still, I thought it was fortunate.

Anyway, I think I gave up on the idea of killing this guy to find out.

Shiba…….

19th century… …the fu*king 19th century.

“Patient, run away.”

“Oh, yes yes. Thank you… … Thank you.”

Anyway, I stopped swearing and came out to send the patient away.

I told him to run away without realizing it, but fortunately the patient accepted it so naturally.

If I were to pretend to study phantom pain for a moment, I would need a patient with phantom pain, so I was thinking of holding onto that patient… … .

'It's really going to run rampant… … .'

In the 21st century, seeing an amputee is not an easy task.

Amputation has not disappeared, but cases that are severe enough to require it have become rare.

First of all, there isn't much physical damage, right?

Of course, there are still many difficult tasks to be done in the 21st century, but compared to this time period… … .

It was really like that here.

'It is said that more than half of amputation patients suffer from phantom pain… … .'

The 21st century is different from here, isn't there a variety of treatments?

First of all, the amputation wasn't that crazy.

There were all kinds of procedures, and even after the cut, there were various rehabilitations.

here?

It would have been nice to have at least a cane here.

I've heard that in some cases they just take a blunt piece of wood and hammer it in.

I came here and found out that the pirates in the cartoons I watched as a child were real.

“But this… … there’s nothing we can do about it, right?”

“How can we… … No, no. If it’s flat, we can do it.”

While I was worrying about this and that, Joseph and Alfred also started talking about this and that.

Then he looked at me with expectant eyes.

It wasn't that burdensome.

Because I knew the answer.

However, I was worried about how to explain it and how to treat it.

'First of all… …Should I try explaining the cause?'

I decided to put off worrying about the latter.

Wouldn't it seem strange to suggest that we start with treatment when we know nothing about it?

Of course, most people have a strange tendency to start with treatment even if they don't know the exact cause or have a wrong idea…

I couldn't do that either.

Even if I can't do it now, I did it because I really wanted to make everyone dizzy with just one word from me later.

To do that, I had to take each step one by one from now on.

“What would I know? It’s just… … .”

"but?"

“As expected. You’re different. Do you think you know something?”

“I have to see the patient first. What good will it do to just imagine it in my head?”

“Isn’t science originally based on fantasy?”

"therefore."

It wasn't an easy task.

These so-called scientists had a grossly over-confident misunderstanding of science.

Science starts from fantasy… … .

It struck me that this was somewhat true.

In fact, isn't it true that many hypotheses and theories started from imagination?

But it was something that couldn't be accomplished through imagination alone from beginning to end.

'Because you have that kind of mindset… … You're just cutting off someone's arm… … .'

You crazy guys!

I really wanted to curse, but I held back for now.

Instead, I decided to slowly explain it to him through words.

“Imagination alone won’t do… … Do you know exactly what these symptoms are?”

“It hurts even though I don’t have arms.”

“Not that one.”

“Isn’t this all?”

This wasn't an easy task either.

In order to communicate, you need to know the basics, right?

It wasn't for nothing that they were teaching medical terminology to kids who had just entered medical school.

If you don't do that, it will end up like this.

In other words… …

“Huh… … Is this all? If those are the symptoms, it’s too… … too magical.”

“Magic? How can you say such unscientific words?”

“That’s what you said!”

“Why are you so angry? You should behave like a civilized person.”

The story was that a smart person can be treated like an idiot.

“Anyway… … let’s go. If we go and ask, we might get some other answers.”

“No, but still… … .”

“If you put your head here, can you do anything?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Then follow me.”

“Uh… … yeah.”

Fortunately, I was somewhat eloquent in this group.

Otherwise, are these kids people?

It was only natural, after so many great discoveries already made.

If it weren't for me, I would be cutting off people's limbs without even anesthetizing them, and touching patients after dissecting them without washing my hands…

Above all, he would have died from infection while dissecting the animal without wearing gloves.

“Hmm… … .”

The place we arrived at was a waiting room.

They called it a waiting room, but it was really no different from a flea market.

There were… too many people.

That doesn't mean it was difficult for me to find the patients I was looking for.

“When can I see you?”

"I am!"

It was confusing, but it was because patients who had undergone amputations were so visible.

In these times when protective gear was not properly developed, it would have been fortunate to have a grappling hook like Captain Hook.

Most of the time, they were just walking around with their sleeves flapping loosely.

Who got his leg cut off?

I was walking with a cane.

It's not a standardized crutch, it's a crutch that looks like it was made by a developer.

“Oh my!”

Because of that, I fell down often.

Your body must be weak to begin with, and you fell?

The story was that he could die again for another reason.

‘Once I have some money, I should make some protective gear for him… … .’

This is something I hadn't thought about very seriously until now, but upon closer inspection, I realized that this too was a serious problem.

Indeed, it was the 19th century.

The problems just keep coming!

I think it's developed well here!

“Patient.”

Anyway, I called those patients together.

Perhaps because these people were already wanting to see a doctor but unable to, it wasn't that difficult to gather them.

This was especially true because most of the people who underwent amputation were Professor Liston's patients.

To other patients I was just a weirdo, but to these patients I was Professor Liston's favorite assistant.

“Is there anyone who has a sore arm or leg that was cut off?”

They looked at me as if they knew how I asked them that question and then raised their good hands.

I found and brought in five people, and all five of them were suffering from phantom pain.