Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 68

Episode 68 Mirror Therapy [2]

“This is so interesting.”

Dr. Liston looked quite satisfied.

It was a slightly creepy scene for me, knowing full well that I had just cut off someone else's leg, but I didn't bother to show it.

Moreover, I stayed still because it was a strange scene that I also thought was right.

“Really… … it doesn’t hurt. Yes. This hand is okay now!”

Also known as rubber hand therapy.

Ten days have passed since we started this treatment with a seemingly pointless name, and finally, the first patient has been cured.

Of course, given the times, it could be a lie.

But judging from his expression, it didn't seem like that.

At least compared to the patient who had his arm amputated four times before, doesn't his face look like he's been to heaven?

“This actually works… …?”

If you see that kind of expression, shouldn't you be happy as a human being?

That would be a reasonable assumption, but our self-proclaimed hair experts had some discontented looks on their faces.

“Could this be a coincidence… … ?”

“I heard that it’s better to just leave it like this?”

No, not only that, he was also bringing up some truly outrageous things.

You crazy bastard.

If it was a disease that could have been cured by just leaving it alone, why did you cut off the person's hand again without anesthesia?

If there was a way, I should have just left it as is!

“I need to send electricity through it.”

Meanwhile, our electrician kept making loud noises.

I don't know if I was an electric eel in my past life, but anyway, whenever I opened my eyes, all I thought about was frying people.

Because I'm crazy.

“No, that’s not true. In my experience… … if you don’t get treatment, it’s almost never cured.”

The good news was that Liston was on our side.

The mighty medieval knight Liston shook his head and continued speaking.

“So that means this treatment is effective. The only problem is… … I think the cure rate is a bit better. Shouldn’t it be at least half?”

half.

That means that about half of them should be cured, but from a modern medical perspective, it was an absurdly low number.

But at this time, half was a great deal.

Rather than getting better, more people are dying because of the treatment.

They say it's incredibly low… … .

'I see. Maybe one in ten?'

The problem now is that the success rate of this treatment is even lower than that.

Of course, since I don't know the exact timing of the treatment, there is a chance that it will get better with more time.

but…….

'Even I think it's a bit awkward.'

Wouldn't it be a bit odd to put a rubber hand on it and sweep it away?

That doesn't mean I had any intention of using more violent means.

Our 19th century doctors are trying very hard to provide more plausible treatments in the name of science.

Then I got into a huge accident.

How can I do that when I'm a college student?

So I've been struggling to find a better way.

“Our Doctor Pyeong. Any other opinions? Sorry. You’re the only one I can ask right now.”

"hmm……."

“If it’s really difficult, you can try running electricity along with rubber hand therapy… … .”

“I’ll consider that too. Now that I think about it, it’s a treatment that restarts the brain… … so I think my senses might come back better.”

“If that’s what you’re thinking, you shouldn’t even draw blood.”

“And turn it.”

“Turn it on!”

I felt like I had to hurry.

If we don't come up with something sharper quickly, I think these guys are going to get sick again.

'There's no way we can make those patients like that.'

Even now, the area outside the hospital was crowded.

Patients were really flocking in.

Among them, there were some patients who had recently been discharged, but there were also some who had been discharged for quite some time.

There was a reason why people were flocking like this even though there had been no noticeable treatment results yet.

The rubber hand treatment we are currently conducting is one of the rare treatments performed in hospitals that is painless and does not lead to fractures.

It's a bit sad that patients come for this reason, but anyway.

“Okay! Until we can come to a consensus… … let’s just give each of us the treatment we want to give to the patients who come to us!”

The problem was that there were just too many patients coming in.

Dr. Liston and I just couldn't handle it.

Isn't amputation still being performed at this very moment?

Although it was clearly not an epidemic, the number of patients continued to increase as if it were an epidemic.

Even though rumors were spreading that amputating a limb would hurt the affected area, he was still holding on to his courage because he was told that he would die immediately and that anesthesia would be available.

'ah…….'

So I was looking at it separately, but I thought that it wasn't right.

Now some of these patients would be put in electric chairs with rubber hands, or have their blood drawn, or spun around in centrifuges… or… have weights put on their heads, which were better.

I wondered what kind of education they received to be able to provide such strange and different treatments, and it turned out that it couldn't be helped.

Without going far, it started like this from here.

Joseph, Alfred, and I tend to stick together relatively closely, and Colin also moves around strangely, but the rest of the humans don't move at all.

Depending on the professor you like, what you learn is completely different.

'Turn around, head!'

I continued to worry even more fiercely after the humans left.

It didn't help much.

That's because I'm a surgeon, not a neurologist or a psychiatrist.

The point was that it would be easier if they told me to cut off my hand one more time.

“Hey, Pyeong.”

While I was worrying like that, Liston spoke to me.

It was a bright expression.

"yes?"

“It’s a good thing that at least one person got better. Let’s go get something to eat.”

“Ah… … Yes. Where… … ?”

Hospital cafeteria?

There was no such thing.

I had to pack a lunch, but because it was England, everything I had was absolutely disgusting and tasteless.

Is it a taste that naturally makes you miss your mom as you eat it?

It wasn't just me, Joseph was like that too.

When I was staying with my family in Upton, I was able to eat the delicious Korean food my mom made.

“I’ve been making a lot of money lately. Let’s go eat some meat.”

"oh."

Here, the meat was either beef or lamb.

When I first came back I thought that since Britain was an island country I would be able to eat a lot of seafood, but surprisingly these people were serious about beef.

I heard that fishing is extremely difficult around the North Sea?

Anyway, it was a good thing.

Beef… …even if a British person cooks it, it's still pretty edible.

“Oh… … This is… … a hotel, right?”

"yes."

“Isn’t this place really expensive… …?”

“It’s okay. I have a lot of money.”

The place we arrived at by carriage was a hotel.

You might wonder what kind of hotel this was in the 19th century, but the British Empire was the British Empire.

These guys, even though they're rudimentary, have sewer systems, right?

It can be said that Britain at this time was much more advanced than our common sense suggests.

"huh."

Anyway, when I received the menu, I was really surprised.

The waiter who brought me the menu was also surprised to see me as an Asian, but not as surprised as I was.

Since we were in London, there were quite a few exotic people in the hotel and its surroundings.

But this is… … .”

“There are no prices on the menu, bro.”

Since it was a private affair, I called him hyung.

He called urgently.

“Uh… … Really?”

Even so, I called him thinking he knew, but when I looked up, he had a very flustered look on his face.

This gentleman… … .

what……?

“Still, well. We have enough money to eat for the two of us. And besides… … .”

“And what else?”

“Do you think you’re going to scam me?”

"ah."

It's a scam.

You must be afraid of being robbed.

Certainly, I felt a bit more secure after hearing those last words.

It was said that free time had returned.

Only then did I start to notice my surroundings.

As I was living in the 19th century, I was starting to get tired of the old-fashioned interior, but perhaps because it was a hotel, it was definitely different.

What should I say… … .

It's luxurious.

"oh."

"why?"

“There’s a mirror over there. It reflects you really well.”

“Haha. These days, mirrors work well.”

The mirror at my senior's house was also a glass mirror, but it wasn't this clean, so I was quite surprised.

As I was watching, another employee came and spoke.

I think it was because I was introduced as a nobleman from Joseon, a country with a keen interest in new culture.

“There are many things in the fortress that are smaller than that. Would you like to take a look at the ceramics and paintings that are more valuable?”

He had this look on his face like he was asking me to buy him something, and I felt a little sorry because he was so kind.

Don't do that.

It's dog hair.

‘Ah… … Will I get rich if I sell condoms?’

My senior father made a fairly fair contract, so I ended up getting a few percent of the net profit… … .

“No, let me just take a look.”

“Yes, I was very rude.”

Anyway, at Liston's words, the employee left and soon the food came out.

I didn't just order meat, I ordered a variety of other things, so I thought they would come out in order, starting with the appetizers, but they all came out at once.

It wasn't even Korean food, it felt like a table setting.

“Eeing… … ?”

“But why?”

Is it racism?

No, was it because they were considerate enough to let me eat it like I used to in Joseon? As I was thinking that, Liston was blinking.

That gentleman may not be a very wealthy person, but he must have been to a place like this a few times, so his reaction must mean that it's always like this.

‘No, if we do this, the main dish will get cold… … .’

Anyway, those British guys… … .

Even if you don't care about taste, is this not there?

I started chewing the meat while grumbling, but aside from the basic taste of beef, I couldn't taste anything else.

At this point, it was as if God had put a curse on the British.

"uh!"

“No… …Why do you keep doing that?”

I was thinking about the curse and looked in the mirror, and then the meat I was about to chew fell out, so I put my hand out in front of me.

The story was about trying to catch something falling from a mirror.

“I’m sorry… … Huh?”

I apologized first because I almost spilled Liston's meat.

No, I tried to do it.

That would have been the case if there hadn't been an idea passing through my head.

but…….

Now was not the time.

To begin with, it was much easier to focus on ideas because the taste of the food wasn't something that would put me in a state of ecstasy or make me think about food.

“Why is that?”

It wasn't just me, it seemed like Liston was like that too.

There is even a saying that British food is originally a consideration for the interior and for focusing on conversation with others.

Here too, we stuck to the basics, so there was nothing that really got in the way between us.

“Mirror… … that.”

Anyway, I suggested that we try the illusion using a mirror.

Then Liston clapped his hands in agreement.

“Sure! This looks a lot more like a hand than a rubber hand!”