Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 65

Episode 65: The Experts of Hair [3]

Does anyone know why airplanes can't tell up from down and why they sometimes crash into the ocean, especially when flying over the ocean?

Unless you were a pilot, a flight doctor, or someone in the field, you wouldn't know.

The very concept of flight illusion is bound to be unfamiliar even to the average doctor.

Simply put, it was a kind of illusion that occurred when the body's internal organs could not keep up with the acceleration that was too fast.

The most common one is a feeling as if your body is upside down… … .

“Eww! Save me!”

My faithful servant, no, my close friend Joseph, was using his huge size and brute force to spin the barrel carrying Alfred around.

If this gets too fast, it can cause the illusion of flight, which is exactly what happened right now.

“Help me! I feel like I’m going to fall! Upside down! I’m hanging upside down!”

“What is this?”

Joseph was so strong that he could be second only to Dr. Liston, and he was very relaxed while spinning people around.

The guy asked me with a face that said he didn't understand English.

Of course, the person turning it was also a bit dizzy, so before long, the movement had stopped.

“In Joseon… … there is this game, and if you spin it quickly, some people will make this kind of mistake.”

sorry…….

shipbuilding…….

The more I talk about it, the more it becomes a mysterious country… … .

But what can I do?

You can't just say you realized something like this.

“Really? I haven’t seen you do it.”

“My father used to carry me around sometimes, but you didn’t see him? Well, we became closer after we were older. He couldn’t eat it then.”

“Is that so… … ?”

It might seem strange to Joseph, who had known me since I was a child, but he was the type of guy who never even thought of suspecting me.

“I see.”

It just passed like that.

"iced coffee……."

Anyway, we approached Alfred.

I was out of breath, just sitting still in the barrel and spinning around.

Alfred felt embarrassed because Joseph, who had turned the person around, was fine.

Alfred's heart, which had been flustered, did not calm down easily, so he was still breathing heavily with a calm expression on his face.

Looking down at him like that, I opened my mouth.

“I knew in my head that it wasn’t flipped, but it felt like it was flipped?”

“Uh… … Uh… … No, what the heck… … How is this… … .”

I felt his pulse just in case, and it seemed to be around 130.

It was fortunate that I became a doctor.

If I had chosen a job that required some kind of quick wit or the constant need to deal with unexpected situations, I would have died.

For example… …there are pirates and soldiers.

You may wonder what this means, but in Britain it was not easy to get promoted without going through the military, especially as an officer.

Because that's the kind of era we live in.

Anyway, I continued talking.

“So now you understand that just because your head knows, it doesn’t mean you won’t make mistakes, right?”

“Uh, uh… … Definitely… … Wow… … I still… … .”

“Did you really feel like you were turned upside down? Can I do it too?”

Alfred nodded with a dumbfounded expression at my words.

Joseph seemed to be both curious and envious of Alfred.

Then he looked at the two of us and asked if he could do it too.

Instead of answering, I looked down at my thin arms.

And then he looked at Joseph's muscular arms and neck.

The physique itself… … .

Will this work?

“Let’s ask Dr. Liston when he comes.”

“Ah… … That’s scary.”

"why."

“I feel like I’m going to swing a knife.”

“That’s the image, but it won’t be like that.”

Of course, it's not like there was no way.

Because we have a monster, Dr. Liston.

If there's a problem, it's when that gentleman asks for it back… … .

I decided to believe that it couldn't possibly happen, since I had some self-respect to spare.

If you insist, then maybe we should make a machine.

'Or tell them to fix that ridiculous headache machine and get it running… … .'

Perhaps because some time had passed while conducting the experiment, when I returned to the lab, all the patients had slightly bored expressions on their faces.

Still, it was a meaningful time.

“Sure… it could be a head problem.”

“Then what should we do?”

Because both Joseph and Alfred were persuaded.

You might wonder what the big deal was in persuading two people who didn't know anything, but it would probably be better for all three of them to talk together rather than just one person talking alone.

Squeak.

Just then the door opened and Dr. Liston came in.

“Eek!”

“Please save me!”

“We, we did nothing wrong. This guy! This guy!”

We had our backs to the door, and the patients were facing the door.

That meant the patients were able to come face to face with Dr. Liston, and the reaction was quite something to behold.

'Are you crazy?'

But then I looked back and wondered why, and it seemed like that could indeed be the case.

It was this guy who was crazy.

From the square, the sword… … .

He also came carrying a sword that was still dripping with blood.

‘Ah… … When will that bastard ever get to polish off that experience?’

I'll have to find the bacteria under a microscope and try to do something about it.

Unfortunately, the microscope Joseph was holding was really just a toy, so observation at the cellular level was completely impossible.

fu*k.

“Oh, what is it?”

Liston laid his sword down on the table leisurely, as if he were a real medieval knight, and asked.

I felt like I was going to get stabbed if I didn't tell him what it was.

It was quite a feat to make me think like that even though I knew it couldn't be true.

“Professor, I was examining patients who had no arms or legs but complained of pain in those areas when they were brought in from the outpatient clinic.”

“Ah… … Did you ask questions? Did you find out anything?”

During this period, medical consultations were usually conducted for research purposes rather than for clinical purposes.

In other words, he said that he had not asked questions during the treatment so far.

It may seem ridiculous, but the doctors treated the patients as if they knew everything about the symptoms, even though they knew absolutely nothing about them.

Anyway, I told him what I found out.

"head……?"

Then, Dr. Liston looked at me with a face that said, "As expected, that makes sense."

But when I looked closely, it seemed to be shaking slightly.

His pupils trembled, which was rare for him.

“Yes, the head. It’s possible.”

“Hmm… Alfred. Was it true that I felt like I was hanging upside down earlier?”

“Yes, yes. How could I lie and say that I am safe?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t lie to me very often.”

Liston nodded with a knowing look on his face, mumbling the word "head" at the same time.

The expression wasn't very good.

If it were up to him to cut off one more arm or leg, wouldn't it be Liston himself, who is arguably the best swordsman in London?

But the head… … ?

I don't have much experience treating patients in this area, and I don't have much knowledge about it.

Why else would he go to Dr. Thomas when he had a headache?

“Hmm… … This is going to be a headache.”

Besides, Liston was a cautious man, despite his cheerful face and his cheerful surgery.

If it were any other guy, he would have already thought of opening his head and saying, 'Head? Head!', but this guy was the kind of person who could at least check something before doing that.

“Can I open my head?”

"yes?"

Of course, that doesn't mean I didn't consider it.

“No, no. But you should still ask.”

It meant that I was thinking about asking and doing something.

“Whey.”

I was surprised, but the patients breathed a sigh of relief, as if they were genuinely shocked.

Well, I would get horrified if I saw a guy with a bloody knife looking at his own head, wondering if he was going to cut it open.

Honestly, if you really put your mind to it and try to open it, it won't even take a few minutes.

The problem is that it will only take a few minutes until you die… … .

“No, I should gather the experts. All the patients gathered here look familiar, so they must have been recently cut… … If this trend continues, there will definitely be patients with this strange symptom in London. If I say that we need to come up with a plan, everyone will listen.”

“Yes, yes. That must be it.”

I nodded and thought.

If you talk, I'll listen even if there's no good reason.

But I soon found out.

“What? That symptom could be caused by the head?”

“Is that true?”

“Then I can’t miss out!”

It was my mistake.

Aren't these crazy 19th century doctors a bit too experimental?

Meanwhile, so-called head experts gathered together at the suggestion that the cause of phantom pain, which has been spreading like wildfire recently and some are even saying that it is an epidemic, could be in the head.

The problem is the level of those experts… … .

“As you all know, let me introduce myself. I am Jemel, the expert in bloodletting.”

“Uncivilized… … You can just turn around and reduce the amount of blood. You know that? It’s Thomas.”

First, there was the school of thought of Jemel and Thomas, who believed that headaches were caused by blood rushing to the brain.

When the two introduced themselves first, the two people who had been dragged in from other hospitals clicked their tongues.

Until this point, I was hopeful.

Yeah, I told you it can't be like this!

“I am an expert in electrical stimulation. My name is Matthew.”

“I’m a vibrational healer. I work with Matthew sometimes. His name is James.”

ah…….

Lord.

What on earth are electrotherapy and vibration therapy… … .

'These guys wouldn't be shocking people with electricity and shaking them like that… right?'

Terrible thoughts kept coming to me.

It had to be that way.

Everything I've seen here as treatment has been like that.

Devil cubs.

“Okay. These are the hair experts who are famous all over London, if not the whole of England.”

Despite my frustration, Dr. Liston looked pleased.

I laughed out loud, wondering what was so exciting.

Since four experts gathered together in one word… … I thought it could be possible.

To my eyes, he may not seem like a professional, but just a quack or a human idiot, but to people of this era, he is… … right.

“Can you show me that it’s an illusion? I’ve heard about it, and since Dr. Liston isn’t the type to talk nonsense, it’s credible… … But he’s a scientist, so shouldn’t he see it with his own eyes?”

Thomas was the first to step forward.

I guess that kid just likes to spin people around, but he had a good reason for saying that.

What can I do?

I have to return it.

“Can you give me back to me?”

Fortunately, there are people out there who crave the illusion of flying, which can be a terrifying and painful experience.

Joseph, who had been busy turning people around earlier and had not been able to turn himself around, stepped forward.

And the person who would turn it over was also decided from the beginning.

“Well, okay.”

Joseph was obviously a large man and did not look like he would be fit to be turned around, but Dr. Liston stepped forward without a moment's hesitation.

Then he started to turn Joseph inside the barrel without any mercy.

“Ugh, euaaaah! My body! My body!”

A familiar scream began to echo throughout the sacred hospital.