Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 72

Episode 72 Absence [3]

The patient's eyes were shaking violently.

It was a natural thing.

A dark assassin or an outright murderer… … .

In reality, both of them are doctors and have their own beliefs, so it must be very unfair to hear this.

“Patient. Trust me.”

I wondered if it was right for me to be there.

In this person's eyes, I am an oriental mystical… what should I say?

powwow?

I don't know how it will look, but it will be difficult to see him as a good person.

“I, I.”

But it didn't work, the patient slowly started coming towards me.

Well, that was a situation that could have been expected.

Look at those tools.

Those crazy guys.

I wouldn't even make a murder weapon like that.

Besides, why are you trying to take the gag off?

I'm going to anesthetize you.

“I’m over here… … .”

The patient came to me.

The assassin, no, Dr. Cain, had a puzzled look on his face.

“You’re not even Liston, and you’re going there? Hey, you’re a beginner!”

“Well, but I still believe this way… … .”

“What… What is this situation?”

What is the situation?

Look at the face.

you…….

No matter how you look at it, he's a murderer.

I'd feel a little suspicious.

Actually, if you get rid of the prejudice against Asians, they seem pretty good, right?

“This way.”

“Oh, yes.”

“Professor, let’s go!”

“Uh… … Okay.”

Liston, feeling that he had achieved his goal, went with me to his operating room.

From the patient's perspective, it would have felt like only the location of the torture room had changed.

To be honest, it's no different here.

Besides, it was a room, but it was slightly open.

Because stone surgery is too painful and a bit embarrassing, it was covered up, but in this day and age, amputation surgery is something that others would want to see.

Since it was usually done in the square, it pretty much said everything.

“Here… … .”

The patient was looking back at the lecture room-like space behind the operating room with a look of shock on his face.

'crazy…….'

You might be thinking something like this.

The only fortunate thing was that no one else was inside except for those classified as the so-called Liston Division.

The problem was that the Liston Division alone had more than ten members.

In the first place, Dr. Liston was very popular when it came to amputations, and recently, with the rise of anesthesia and other things, he has become even more popular.

Because… …there were several students inside, including Colin.

“Here… … Should I stay like before… …?”

The patient looked back at me with an extremely uneasy expression on his face.

That's because the pose I took earlier was a pose.

First, I had to take off all my panties and then pull my legs up towards my head.

What appeared to be a torture device was actually used to tie up a person's legs.

It was actually a torture device.

Even if you have anesthesia… … if the surgery is delayed in that condition, your back and legs will probably hurt a lot.

“Oh, no. Just lie down.”

Of course I had no intention of doing that.

The expected location, that is, the location where the stone is likely to be present, would be the bladder or near its entrance.

There was no particular reason to take such an ugly look when approaching it.

But I guess I'll have to cut open the boat a bit… … .

Less loud.

As I was thinking that, the door opened and Kane and his group came in.

“Uh huh.”

When the patient had a seizure, Kane waved his hand.

“Don’t worry, I don’t mean to bother you. I just came here to see how this idiot operates. If he’s about to cause trouble, I’m willing to step in. I think that’s okay, right?”

“Ah… … yes.”

Kane spoke with genuine concern for his patient.

Surprisingly, it turned out that this might be true.

Doctors during this time were a bit cruel, but they were sincere.

Of course, I had no intention of causing an accident, and even if I did, it would be a much more humane accident than what these guys did, so I didn't respond.

“Hey, are you planning on doing that?”

I tried not to do it.

As long as you don't keep asking.

"yes."

However, it was something that could not be ignored even though it was asked openly.

“Don’t you even know where the stones are coming from? Where are you going to cut them then?”

I have no intention of cutting off any part of your genitals, sir.

The most brutal surgery in the world… … no, the guy who is committing torture is saying something like that.

I was shocked, but I couldn't not answer for the same reason.

What if I lay down and wake up and see the ceiling of that torture chamber from before?

It's scary just looking at your face.

“It’s a ship. Here, to be exact.”

So I pointed vertically at the ship.

I was thinking of shaving the area from my belly button to just above my pubic area, where hair starts to grow.

Then Kane let out a sigh that went beyond laughter.

“Are you crazy! You cut the ship? The ship… … The ship is a place you shouldn’t cut!”

It was full of belief.

I turned on the gas for fear that my patient might hear this and have a seizure.

Shhh.

The patient, who was about to say something, fell asleep with a loud noise.

“Ah, ugh.”

It worked well.

It couldn't be helped because we were repeatedly performing amputations and simultaneously searching for the optimal capacity.

Even Dr. Liston wondered what was going on, but I knew that I had to change the dosage based on my weight, and that I had to keep a record of it.

"good."

“That crazy guy! Did you just put him to sleep?”

Do you know what it feels like to be called crazy by a crazy person?

It was like a dog.

But at the same time, I was scared.

“Now I have to disinfect it… … Please be quiet. Who is making noise when the surgery is being performed?”

But I have Liston by my side.

There's also Joseph and Alfred.

Besides, shouldn't we be teaching them operating room etiquette?

What if you make a mistake while being noisy?

“What… what are you talking about? Those guys in the square.”

Of course, Kane had a look on his face that said he didn't understand.

When I think about it, it makes sense.

Quietly, my ass… … .

I see that they are selling french fries in the square these days.

In the operating room, fried potatoes… … .

“Anyway, keep quiet, Joseph. Bring me the limestone.”

I told him to calm down and called Joseph.

Then Joseph took some limestone and poured it on the boat, just as he had practiced before, that is, on a corpse.

Buck.

Buck.

I soaked a gauze in the limestone that had been poured and rubbed it clean.

My hands were fine because I was wearing gloves.

“Hey, is this okay?”

Instead, the patient's stomach was bulging.

It couldn't be helped because the skin on the stomach is more delicate than the skin on the palm.

However, no further damage was visible.

I've tried it all, this.

“It’s okay. Disinfection is more important.”

“This person is neither a corpse nor anything… … ?”

“Would you like to clean it first?”

“Huh? Huh?”

Joseph grumbled, but he did as I told him anyway.

It was to the point where I thought my skin would have peeled off if I had pressed a little harder.

Anyway, after cleaning it up, it was our turn.

The people who were going into the surgery were me, Joseph, and Alfred.

Liston stood by because he declared that this horrific operation was not a surgery at all.

Moreover, after I said I had boarded the ship, he had moved further away.

Even though we didn't say anything because we were on the same side, it was because stomach surgery was taboo at this time.

Buck buck.

Amidst many prejudices, we rubbed limestone with gloves on.

‘Even if we look at it this way… … it won’t reach the level of the 21st century… … .’

If I think about it, I think I was really obsessed with sterilization back then.

Thanks to this, the rate of surgical site infections was approaching 0%.

They said that if it had happened, it would have been treated as a medical accident.

To begin with, everything from gloves to most drapes (surgical drapes) were disposable, and even the hats, masks, and clothes were all disposable and sterile, so it was understandable for people who didn't know to say that it was unusual.

Compared to that now… … .

“Why are you making such a fuss?”

"therefore."

Despite the poor quality, the children had many complaints.

I cleaned the Inma Solo.

With betadine!

And with bare hands!

On top of that, you're going to wear gloves anyway!

“Quiet. I have a knife now.”

“Uh, uh uh.”

“Oh, okay. But I’m your senior.”

“I told you, when dissecting or operating, the one holding the knife takes priority.”

“Uh… … right.”

“Yeah, that’s right. Got it.”

Of course, I was already half a master to these two, so I could chew on any complaints they might have.

Jiiiiiik.

Thanks to that, I was able to tell Joseph to pull the boat and cut it in the middle with a knife.

If there was a substance like epinephrine (a hormone and neurotransmitter), I could have injected it into my skin beforehand, but now I couldn't even eat it.

"blood."

I came to know here that even if you just cut it without a vasoconstrictor, a lot of blood will come out even from the skin.

I've never been that picky before.

"uh."

Anyway, Alfred wiped the blood with gauze.

I boiled it, but I wondered how clean it was.

Anyway, if it was the same as before, I would have cut it with a knife even at the timing when I started cutting with a Bovie, that is, an electric knife.

It wasn't an easy task.

Because it's bleeding.

Originally, this would just go in while it was tapping, but… … .

“Okay, it’s open. Hang this.”

"uh."

"huh."

Even so, it would not be an exaggeration to say that I was not only a veteran but also a master at opening ships.

Thanks to this, it was possible to cut all the way to the peritoneum without causing any damage to the internal organs.

"oh……."

“Ugh.”

When I looked back, Liston, Kane and the others had already approached me.

Not even wearing a mask… … .

'You guys are crazy.'

How many germs are there in that breath?

“But why is this person wearing a mask?”

“I think smell also has an effect.”

“You’re sensitive.”

“I see.”

He accused me of being sensitive about such topics.

Still, that was fortunate.

I didn't tell you to take your clothes off.

“Okay. This is the bladder.”

Anyway, I checked my bladder next to the messy shelves.

I was bloated because I hadn't been able to urinate properly and had been drinking water regularly.

It was a good thing.

Actually, finding this is also a task.

“Pull this.”

“Uh… … Yeah. Are you okay?”

I pierced the bladder lightly with a hook and gave it to Joseph.

I was impressed that it looked a bit horrible.

Cutting is very helpful… … .

'It was originally supposed to be silk, but… … There's only silk here. I have to avoid exposure as much as possible.'

The thread itself could be dirty and could cause an inflammatory reaction.

I was going to have to sew up the cut anyway, so I cut it really short and brought it in.

So to be honest, it didn't look that good.

In a way, it was luck that my bladder was full during that time.

I had expected it to some extent, and I was confident that I would find it even if I couldn't see it.

"and."

Anyway, I pulled my bladder out as much as I could and then cut it with a knife.

There must have been urine inside, so I put another bucket in it.

As expected, I was just coming out when I saw something in the middle.

“Why? Wow.”

“Wow… … This is crazy.”

It was a stone.

There was a stone the size of an egg in my bladder.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that I was almost stuck in a rut.

It hurts because of something like this.

“I’ll take it off.”

“Uh, uh.”

I took the stone with an indifferent face.

Inside, I was wondering how much I should show off after the surgery was over.