Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 67

Episode 67 Mirror Therapy [1]

Making hands would have been a really difficult task if it had been the same as before.

What are you going to make it with?

Railroad?

Although the blacksmiths' skills were quite good, they were not able to create it as quickly as expected.

First of all, isn't this the time when gloves were being made?

Metallurgy for medieval knights was already a generational skill, and most blacksmiths were making other things.

“With rubber… … ?”

But who am I?

It was to the extent that it could be called a synonym for foresight.

Today, at least, I felt like I could really believe that.

“Yes. Can you make a hand shape out of rubber?”

“It’s easier to make it full than to make it empty. I guess. I don’t understand why you need it, but I can make it for you.”

“How much will it cost?”

“What, money?”

As soon as I got the idea, I came to the condom factory right away.

Since we were in a dangerous place, I had naturally planned to take Alfred and Joseph with me, but now Dr. Liston was also involved.

Was it because of this gentleman or was it really nothing special, the chemist was very positive.

“Yes. How much… … .”

“Haha. This… … will be on sale soon.”

After listening, it seems that wasn't the case.

The chemist picked up a rubber condom that was so clean it could almost be called a dragon compared to before.

It was still thick, but I thought it would be usable.

Rather, I thought that something this thick would be much more advantageous for contraception or preventing s*xually transmitted diseases.

Anyway, maybe that's why he seemed to be in a really good mood.

“This is definitely a hit. There are already so many people showing interest.”

“What is this… … but?”

Isn't this the time when condoms were widely used?

No, there were more people who didn't even know what a condom was.

Moreover, I would be the first to use rubber, not the primitive condom made from pig intestines.

That being said, Dr. Liston seemed curious about what on earth this guy was looking at and why he was so amazed.

Well, hasn't the purpose of coming here already been achieved?

With the chemist's permission, a glove of similar size to the patient's hand was commissioned.

If I were Korean, I could probably get the finished product today, but here in England, I had no choice but to wait patiently.

“Ah… … This is a condom.”

“Condom… … ? Ah… … .”

So it was understandable that Dr. Liston asked a question that seemed a bit odd.

Everything was slow here.

“But even if it’s this small… … is that okay?”

yes?

What did you say?

I doubted my ears.

What the chemist brought in just now… … was so big that it was difficult to say it was small.

Honestly, I think it would have to be reduced a bit more than that to be commercially viable.

'You're British… … big… … ?'

Are they all like this?

Do you think everyone else is small too?

At a time when the sense of crisis was rising rapidly, I was able to confirm it.

The fact that the chemist, Joseph, and Alfred all looked at each other in bewilderment.

“This… is… small…?”

“Then is it big?”

“No… … Professor, you’re being too pretentious.”

“Are you bluffing?”

“No, is it true?”

The chemist asked, somewhat puzzled.

It seemed like he was a little worried.

“I thought I was average… … I was just making myself that way… … ?”

No, you're grown too, right?

I almost said this, but I barely held myself back.

What if I say something like this and the pride of Koreans collapses?

I was a man who knew when to shut up.

“No, no. I thought this was big too.”

But there were some who didn't know that.

So did Joseph.

I thought it would grow taller because it was bigger, but that doesn't seem to be the case.

The chemist suddenly looked triumphant, as if he had thought exactly the same thing.

“Hey, this isn’t a big deal.”

“No… … I thought it was big too.?”

The chemist looked even happier when Alfred came forward.

What about Dr. Liston?

I felt like I was sticking my waist out more than before.

I didn't think he would appeal to me so harshly.

Actually… … it seemed like that.

older brother…….

“Ah. This is a mess.”

While I was thinking like this, Alfred seemed to be thinking like a merchant's son.

The chemist, not being able to tell the difference, asked why, and Alfred began to answer in earnest.

“I mean, size. We need to know what size will sell best so we can determine production volume accordingly… … .”

“Ah. Oh my.”

The chemist's face turned pale when he heard those words.

I did the same.

Sure… … if I made this too far off the average, it was obvious I would be wasting my money.

If the product is good, you can't make money if nothing sells.

“Before that… … I guess we need to do some research. For now, let’s try to find out on our own.”

"huh?"

But the story is like that… … .

Is it that sticky?

“That sounds good. I’ll cooperate too.”

The professor… … .

Professor, you don't have to cooperate?

Why don't you just go home?

The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I was not brave enough to say them in this situation, so I kept quiet.

Besides, looking at his face, it was exactly the same as right before he had the surgery in the plaza.

Are you crazy?

You want to show that to other people like that?

'How great… … must it be to do something like that?'

I left the factory with my doubts aside, promising to examine as many samples as possible.

From my perspective, it wasn't a particularly appealing proposal.

But it wasn't to the extent that he was just making an impression.

I thought it would take about a week to make the hand model, but production was halted until the size was figured out, so I was able to get it tomorrow.

Yeah, for a doctor, what's more important than being good at medicine?

uh?

These little kids.

Right away.

Regardless of my thoughts, the carriage headed back to the hospital, and the conversation taking place inside was also going on independently of my thoughts.

“No… … Are you… … that great?”

“Wow, that’s amazing. I thought I was average.”

“No… … If you do that while showing your arms… … How are we going to live, going forward?”

“Heh heh… … Well. Is that really the case?”

They're not even teenagers… … .

No, that's not true.

Our teenage years.

Then, Liston, you should be taking charge of the conversation, but what if you're instigating it instead?

'I guess I should step forward… … .'

Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, I opened my mouth with determination.

I had no intention of talking nonsense at all.

I didn't think that would change the subject.

So I brought up something similar.

“But what is the prevalence of STDs in London, brother?”

Is it related?

But if you look closely, it's a completely different story.

But the group was deceived.

First of all, Liston did that.

This guy is crazy about medicine no matter what.

Although his knowledge was limited or incorrect due to the limitations of the times, he was a man with tremendous passion.

“I don’t know.”

Isn't it… …?

Is it really something to say so confidently that you don't know?

“But I know it’s going to spread. Well… there’s no way to prevent it, right? There’s no surgery either.”

As I listened, it seemed like he wasn't completely unaware.

They did make a show of cutting something in the middle, but I decided to skip that.

It's too scary if you imagine it specifically.

“I see.”

“Hmm… … But if those condoms were commercialized, that might solve the problem to some extent, yes. It would definitely… … help.”

“Besides, I heard that there are many unwanted pregnancies.”

“That’s right. There are a lot of them among the poor. Weren’t there some mothers committing suicide at our hospital right now?”

“Oh my… … .”

Listening to Liston, I looked around the carriage.

As London is, it was very dirty and filthy.

When I think of the idea of committing suicide, a new, miserable reality comes to mind.

Well… … it really was a mess.

Here is… … .

“If we could prevent that, it would be a tremendous force. The question is whether the poor can afford to buy such things.”

“Ah… … I see. I wonder how much it will cost.”

“I don’t think it’ll hurt. It looks pretty good at first glance, so I don’t think it’ll be cheap.”

“Huh… …Did you bring it?”

“I should bring it. I should compare it.”

"ah."

Liston was repeatedly stretching and releasing what he had brought.

It was definitely a great invention, seeing as how it held up for some time despite its immense power.

good.

very good.

“Anyway… I hope your rubber hand helps.”

“Yes, I wish I could do that too.”

Perhaps because the hospital was nearby, Liston began to talk about his patients.

No, but isn't this a pretty serious problem?

What made it even more real was that as I passed the outpatient reception room, I saw that there were more patients complaining of the same symptoms.

It was to the point where I really thought that the contagious disease theory that some people were talking about wasn't just something that came out of nowhere.

One becomes five, five becomes ten… … .

The problem was that since the anesthetic itself was an old product, we weren't the only ones using it.

No, this is a good thing rather than a problem, but the problem is that amputations are not only performed here.

That means… … .

“There will soon be thousands of them across London.”

It was as Dr. Liston said, that it was likely to happen.

Until now, people who were afraid to cut their hair because they had to cut it have all started cutting it.

Not only that, but the people nearby were also cutting it and shouting at each other.

The story of thousands of phantom pain patients was not a lie.

Oh my goodness, this isn't even a war zone… … .

“I hope your rubber hands really work.”

“Yes, that’s right.”

It's been a really long time since I prayed.

Then the next day he came to the hospital with four rubber hands.

Aren't there just so many patients?

It seemed like I would have to do a lot of treatments at once.

“Okay, come this way.”

"yes."

“Put this on this side.”

“Uh… … yes.”

I attached the rubber hand to the patient's sleeve.

The shape wasn't exactly realistic or anything.

Anyone could tell that it was a rubber glove.

What can you expect in this day and age?

At this point, I had to see it as exceeding expectations.

Anyway, I calmly watched the patients who had rubber hands on their missing hands.

'I don't know the exact procedure itself… … .'

I thought that if I had known this would happen, I would have taken a closer look when the article came out.

But what can I do?

It was fortunate that I even knew the concept.

In fact, the patients were touching the hand here and there as if it was a new thing.

It was a good thing.

You won't be able to feel it even if you touch it.

I just hoped that my head would become aware of its own delusion and come out of it.