Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 71

Episode 71 Absence [2]

‘It’s not as easy as I thought… … .’

Absence was the problem.

Another problem was that the patient was male.

Of course, the prevalence of urinary stones is much higher in men than in women, so it is not a problem…

“I brought all the old surgical techniques.”

Anyway, since I couldn't find an easy answer, I asked Joseph and Alfred to bring me some books.

In the meantime, I drew a nearby anatomy diagram on a blank piece of paper.

Of course, since my memory isn't at the level of a photographic memory, I referred to one corpse.

I didn't draw the entire lower abdomen, just the area from the urethra to the bladder, the area where urinary stones form.

'Prostate… is this the problem?'

How old is the patient?

Maybe it's because it's such a shitty hospital, but I didn't receive any such information when I registered.

Aren't gender and age the most basic of basics?

I have no choice but to go and ask them directly… … .

“Ugh, euaaaah!”

The patient in the next room was screaming as if he was going to die at any moment.

I knew it was a painful disease, but I didn't know if it was to that extent.

I didn't think it was a joke.

If you come here, you will see that enduring pain is not an easy task in this era.

Are there a lot of people who seem like they would be good at the independence movement?

‘There is no case where they don’t treat the patient, don’t give medicine, and do nothing… … .’

oh my god…….

A patient with kidney stones came from Korea, and you laid them out like that?

Shouldn't we be thankful that we live in a country that doesn't have gun licensing laws?

'I'm probably over 30.'

At face value, he looked to be over 40, but isn't this an era where there are so many people who look old?

Dr. Liston looked to be in his 50s, not 40s.

Anyway, so that means the prostate isn't the problem.

“I brought it.”

“Here. Ah, the book smells, it smells.”

It was a good thing that I got over the big mountain called the prostate.

Of course, that wasn't all, and as I was worrying about that, Joseph and Alfred approached me.

I was holding a book in my hand.

I looked into it because it smelled, and it really was a little rotten.

It was natural because they made it like a beggar and stored it like a beggar.

However, that did not mean that the contents inside would completely evaporate, so I was able to quickly look into the surgical method, etc.

“Oh… … .”

“You’re going to do this… …?”

“No… … This is… … I wouldn’t even do this to a pagan.”

What is the surgical method?

Yeah, it gave me a really weird feeling.

It was full of contents that would be terrifying not only to me, but also to the two of us who dream of becoming doctors in this era, or in other words, to become torturers.

“This is what you do, insert it into the urethra, spread it open, and take the stone out… …?”

The very idea of inserting something like a metal skewer into the urethra is horrifying, but I wonder what kind of idiot came up with the idea of inserting not one, but two of them to remove a stone.

It would be better if they were at least able to use chopsticks, but what kind of confidence did they have to do something like this?

Looking at the results, it was, as expected, the worst.

There are reports of people dying with their bodies shaking and their hands and feet turning pale, most likely due to pain.

Shock due to pain.

“Is it possible…? Are you going to do this, Pyeong-ah?”

Joseph looked at me with a face that said he wished I hadn't done that.

Honestly, I felt a little bad.

Do you really think I would do something like this?

“No, are you crazy?”

“Right? Right?”

“Look here. There are people who bled to death… … and there are people who suddenly stopped urinating altogether.”

Just looking at the skewer-shaped thing, it looks like it's bleeding…

How fragile is this inside… … .

The latter would probably have become stuck as the wound healed and became constricted.

This means that urine was produced but did not come out, leading to death… … .

'Wow… … Shit… … .'

The story was that they forcibly caused kidney failure and killed him.

I moved on to the next chapter, wiping away the goosebumps that had started to appear not only on my arms but all over my body.

Then, once again, a picture appeared that made me doubt my eyes.

“This… … What is this?”

“I don’t know. What the heck is this?”

Joseph and Alfred also rubbed their eyes.

It was natural.

If you look at this and remain calm, then you are not human.

At least doctors shouldn't… … .

'Ah… … I put my hand into my workplace… … and touched the stone in front of me… … This is it.'

But when I looked closely, there was a reason.

There was a reasonable reason for that, too.

Shit.

'You're saying you're going to push the stone forward like this… …and cut it with a knife and take it out?'

This meant approaching the stone at the closest distance to facilitate its passage.

The only thing I didn't understand was how the stone could be that big.

“Eww! Eww!”

At that moment, a scream was heard from next to me.

As I listened to those screams, somehow this surgery began to seem more reasonable.

'No, no. Come to think of it… … You wouldn't come if you were really sick, right? Besides, you know how to drink water and poop… … But no matter what, it wouldn't come out, so I came… … Hmm.'

It seemed like there would be much larger stones than what we commonly see in the 21st century.

As expected, looking at the description, there seemed to be a stone the size of an egg.

This is crazy.

In this case, endoscopy is not possible… … .

'No, what on earth should I do?'

If something like this exists, even a cystoscope would be difficult.

In the first place, it was impossible to make something like that.

Even if we have X-rays now, what do we have?

It was a totally hopeless situation.

'Should I really… …leave it over to them?'

Without realizing it, I remembered the group I had seen earlier.

Even Dr. Liston was almost a human butcher, but these guys were really open butchers.

The human body in that way… … .

You're looking for a stone by cutting your penis in half.

People shouldn't do that to each other.

“Wait… … stay still.”

“Huh? Let me stay still.”

“What are you talking about?”

I shook my head and came to my senses.

In this fu*king era, if I don't step forward, I can pretty much assume that there's a 95% chance that something will go wrong with the patient.

The country also needs to do something, that's what was said.

“At first glance, this method seemed good to me.”

"huh……?"

“This is… … ? You put your hand in my asshole, Pyeong-ah.”

My two friends looked at me with worried faces.

That was understandable.

Even I think this is a bit barbaric.

There was no specific mention of it, but it was obvious that several people died as a result of the workplace explosion.

If that weren't the case, my anal sphincter would have been completely damaged and I would have suffered from fecal incontinence for the rest of my life.

Most importantly, these surgeries were performed without anesthesia.

'I guess it must have hurt that much?'

Would you lie down and do something like this to yourself unless it hurts you a lot?

“First, I have to open the stomach.”

Anyway, I gave up on the idea of doing anything with the tip of the urethra.

I don't know if you have a cystoscope, but you can't make one right away, right?

I should have prepared for this situation, but that wasn't the case for the patient who had been screaming in agony for over an hour without stopping.

“The boat… …?”

“Isn’t that forbidden?”

“So you’re just going to leave the patient like that?”

“No, who is Dujae? Just hand it over.”

“That’s right. It’s such a horrible surgery… … .”

I didn't mean to do anything terrible.

Opening the ship might be terrifying at this time, but if you disinfect it well, it shouldn't be that difficult, right?

It would be much better since I would be wearing gloves and not doing it bare-handed.

Lime chloride, damn it, it can't dissolve rubber?

So the disinfection problem was naturally solved.

'I know enough about anatomy. But… … if the stone is not in the bladder but somewhere else, this is a headache… … it's probably in a narrowed area.'

Even as I continued my thoughts, the other two continued talking about this and that.

“Aren’t you that one?”

“Yes, what?”

It was mainly led by Alfred.

I'm the best doctor in the world, whether I'm a freshman or not, but Joseph can't be like that, right?

Although I was learning various things thanks to you, I couldn't help but lack background knowledge about this era.

“There’s also a song about stone surgery.”

“Yes… …? A song?”

“Yeah. I heard that there was a French composer who had surgery and composed music. I heard it once, and it’s pretty good.”

“Really?”

I usually just ignore it because it's just useless talk, but this one was hard to just ignore.

There's music?

No, but you survived the surgery?

You were a wrestler, not a composer.

“Yeah. That’s right. To that extent… … this surgery is the worst.”

“But why are the reviews like this?”

“You’re so stubborn. That’s because you grew up precious in Joseon.”

“Ah… … Well… … I guess so.”

Joseph, who knew the secret, just nodded and looked at me.

The message was, "Stop talking nonsense and move on."

Unfortunately for the guy, it was at this point that I came up with a plausible solution.

'Okay. It's stuck in my prostate anyway. Or maybe it's in my bladder. Okay. Okay! I can do it!'

I got up like that.

Squeak.

Then Liston came in.

“Huh? Did the patient die?”

He was saying something that seemed a bit harsh for a doctor to say.

"yes?"

“Because it’s quiet.”

"iced coffee?"

When I looked again, the patient had become quiet.

I thought I fainted.

How else could it be like that?

So I ran to the side and saw that there was no one in the room.

“They didn’t kill him, they took him with them. What were you doing that you didn’t even realize?”

“Should I take you with me?”

“They do the stone surgery over there. They have a lot of pride.”

“Ah. That won’t work?”

“It might already be over.”

When this gentleman said it was over, I was confused as to whether he meant the surgery was over or the patient's life was over.

The problem was that the two didn't sound all that different.

If the surgery is over, then there is a high probability that… … .

“Hey, let’s go together!”

“No, us too?”

“Aren’t you guys friends?”

"yes yes."

I ran once.

I don't know where, but I just ran.

What kind of confidence is that?

“Oh, no! Save me!”

I was sure I would hear a scream.

As expected, a scream was heard from a corner of the hospital.

Judging from the lively appearance, it seemed like the anesthesia hadn't yet taken effect.

Less loud.

As I entered, I noticed a patient struggling to stay on the operating table.

"what?"

And finally, I was able to meet the surgeon.

Dr. Cain.

He looked like someone from a movie.

He's not the main character, but he has a face that makes him look like he should definitely be a villain…

Not only is he a hearty guy, he's also a guy who poisons people from behind and does other fatal things…

“Oh, me.”

“That’s our patient.”

I was scared so I tried to step back, but a huge wall hit my back.

It was Dr. Liston.

He really stood up for me with a strong face.

“What are you talking about? I’m absent.”

“What you’re doing… … isn’t surgery, even if you put it nicely.”

“What the heck are you talking about!”

“It’s torture.”

“It doesn’t hurt because you’re under anesthesia?”

“Then let’s call it murder. I think it’ll be well-received either way. This guy’s a genius.”

The problem was that it was a bit too much.

'Hey… What if we run into each other when you're not home…?'