Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 75

Episode 75 Syphilis [2]

"japan?"

“Japan, Japan.”

“Ah… … That place… … Really?”

“Why is your face red?”

I continued to scold Alfred.

I believed it was not a complete lie.

From my vague memory, it seemed like there was more syphilis in Japan than in Joseon.

Perhaps the opening of the port was much earlier and there was a lot of exchange, so there were many opportunities for diseases to spread… … .

'If you feel wronged, come to London… … .'

Of course, if it really came, I thought I would be really angry and I felt guilty, so I quickly blurted out what I originally wanted to say.

“Anyway, here is a record of the course of syphilis.”

“Oh… …Does that place have that level of medical care?”

“Just… there are a lot? I don’t know the details either.”

“Anyway, what is it?”

Fortunately, they were all doctors, so they were more interested in syphilis than in what the nickname was.

To be honest, it was expected that London would be a place where you could have plenty of fun if you just made up your mind to have fun.

It is also true that s*xually transmitted diseases were rampant, so it was important to somehow prevent syphilis.

Thanks to that, I was able to continue speaking while attracting everyone's attention.

“First of all, as you all know, if you get syphilis, you will get ulcers in the genital area. These ulcers are painless. The biggest difference from other types of s*xually transmitted diseases is that these painless ulcers.”

“Now that I think about it… … I see.”

“Yes, that’s right. It doesn’t hurt. That’s why the diagnosis is delayed.”

Blundell's words made me think that this syphilis was a typical vicious cycle.

Didn't they say that it was because of this syphilis that the popular saying arose that if you bathed you would die?

What I mean is, I don't wash well…

Because of this, people rarely had the opportunity to look closely at their own genitals.

Unless it's time to wash… … Unless you're a weird person, you wouldn't look at it with such sincerity, right?

If you're sick, you might not know, but if you're not, there are definitely cases where the diagnosis is delayed or missed altogether.

“But you know that.”

“Yeah, I know. The problem is that you can’t just turn people over on the street or in a bar and try to steal their stuff… … Oh, so that’s what you were thinking?”

Blundell shook his head, then looked at Liston's serious face and gave him a sour look.

If you think about it, Liston was a guy who would do that and still do that.

“Why did you bring a knife!”

“I did that because I might need surgery.”

“Who the hell thinks this is a scalpel! You’ll get arrested by the police if you do that!”

“I’ve been there a few times and nothing has happened.”

“This crazy guy.”

Not to that extent, the power was already there.

I didn't hit up a stranger though.

Anyway, the story was that he was labeled as a dangerous person and was sent to a place similar to a prison cell.

“It’s okay. I cut off the police chief’s mother’s leg a while ago.”

“Usually, you hold a grudge then?”

“No, no. I was grateful. I almost died.”

"that……."

Should I say that I'm lucky?

It looks like Baek has come to life… … .

“Well, that’s not all.”

Like Blundell, I also didn't like going back and forth to the police station.

I'm even a Korean…

Luckily the only racist here is Colin, and he's long since reformed, but the police probably won't do the same, right?

Not long ago, I saw mounted police arrest a criminal, but instead of just dragging him away, they dragged him on a horse.

Did you survive until you got to the police station?

I couldn't figure it out.

So I quickly continued speaking.

“Oh, there must be more? What is it?”

“In fact, don’t ulcers usually get better on their own?”

For the average adult, it would be safe to say that things would get better almost 100% of the time.

It's not that I got treatment, but the course of the disease was like that from the beginning even without treatment.

Of course, this means that the symptoms have improved, but it does not mean that the disease has been cured.

Stage 1 syphilis was simply the process by which the bacteria hid in the body.

“Then, over time, in most patients… … we called this stage 2.”

“Season 2?”

“Yes, because different symptoms appear over time.”

“Huh… … Yeah, that makes sense. We should take note of that too. So?”

If they had said things like 1st and 2nd terms right after I entered school, I would have looked at them with suspicion.

No, if I were to talk nonsense in front of other people, they would probably look at me strangely.

But Liston, Blundell, Joseph and Alfred, needless to say, have long been fascinated by my medical abilities.

At least in their minds, 19th century Joseon was a medically advanced country.

He continued by saying that it is not necessarily wrong to say that South Korea is a medically advanced country in the 21st century, so he tried to rationalize it with nonsense.

“Yes, the second season… … is characterized by the rash on the hands and feet.”

“Gujin… … Now that I think about it… … I think I’ve seen a patient like that. We don’t specialize in syphilis, though.”

Although Liston insisted on saying "we," it is no exaggeration to say that there were very few doctors specializing in syphilis at this time.

Isn't it strange to see a specialist treat a disease that cannot be cured?

In fact, it was said that it was a disease that only saw scammers.

In the 21st century, even if there was no cure yet, research would be conducted to determine the diagnosis and progress, but here, there were too many diseases that had not yet been conquered for doctors to waste their lives like that.

“From the third stage onwards, it’ll be difficult to do anything because it’ll be too painful. Listening to Professor Blundell, it seems like he’s been seeing a lot of women, so it seems likely that he’ll only be in the second stage.”

“I see. The third unit… … If it’s at the level of those hospitalized people… … Of course. I don’t think someone like that would be able to seduce anyone.”

From the third stage onwards, the condition became so severe that it could be confused with leprosy.

In addition, in cases where the nerves were invaded, mental symptoms accompanied by dementia symptoms were also shown.

Because of this, there were suspicions that all celebrities before the 20th century who showed mental symptoms in their later years had syphilis.

This is mostly my personal opinion, but since it was such a prevalent disease, I think it might be right.

Anyway, the important thing here is that the guy who's spreading syphilis here and there right now is most likely in the second stage.

If it's between the first and second stages, it won't be contagious, and if it's the third stage… … as Liston said, it won't be able to seduce anyone.

“A bearded sailor with scars on his hands and feet. I guess I can find him.”

Liston carried his own sword, a long sword that was over 30 centimeters long, on his back, named the Liston Sword.

The only good thing is that it is wrapped in a leather sheath… … .

The problem was that no matter how I looked at it, it looked like a knife.

“Hey, you can’t swing it?”

“Haha. I hope that doesn’t happen.”

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t have it, but you shouldn’t swing it!”

I was a little worried so I told him, and this crazy guy was saying this.

“No, no, sir. It’s because you don’t know the back streets of London. If you take out a gun, you should swing a knife instead.”

“Yes? Should we go to the back alley?”

“So you thought there would be an Irish sailor in an expensive bar?”

“Ah… … Then… … .”

As I was about to bid him farewell, Liston grabbed my wrist.

“I heard you’re the biggest expert. Why should I leave you out?”

"under."

Why did I do that crap in season 1 and 2?

I should have just told him to find it.

“Let’s go.”

"under……."

When I came to my senses, I was suddenly woken up by a strange smell and looked around, and before I knew it, I was in a back alley.

I don't know the exact place name, but…

Anyway, I don't think this place would be called an alley.

“Did you take a shit… …?”

“I guess so.”

"yes?"

“Isn’t it rare to find a toilet?”

When I said that, Liston responded with a face as if to ask why I was asking such a thing.

Only then did I realize.

Oh, this is the smell of shit.

When mixed with street smells, it smells like this.

“Let’s go there first.”

“Okay.”

Liston and Blundell entered the seedy bar, excited as if they had been given the job of detectives.

Looking back, Joseph and Alfred followed behind with discontented faces.

No, looking closely, it seemed like it wasn't because of dissatisfaction, but just because of the smell.

“My heart is pounding.”

“I’m glad I became a doctor.”

"therefore!"

Those crazy guys.

What doctor in the world goes around back alleys trying to cure illnesses?

Is this normal?

Less loud.

Of course, there was no use in thinking like that.

Because I had my wrists held in Liston's thick hands.

"hmm?"

The people in the bar started to look at me, who looked strange even with my hat on.

"why."

I haven't seen you in a long time.

That's what happened when Liston got involved in the middle.

Only then were those inside able to look at Liston with half-open eyes.

A face with scars that look like they were made from a knife wound, even though they were surgical wounds.

A neck thicker than the thighs of an average adult woman.

Huge arms to match.

And fists.

Huh? A fist?

“Why are you clenching your fist?”

“You’re glaring.”

“We… … are looking for someone, not to fight.”

“Oh, right, right. I came into the bar. Haha. Anyway.”

He laughed heartily and sat down somewhere.

I was literally sitting in front of a table where other people were sitting.

"what……."

I couldn't express my dissatisfaction.

I guess it's because I'm scared.

“I have something to ask.”

“Oh, are you a police officer?”

“Well… … that’s right.”

Liston continued, placing the knife he had been carrying on his back on the table.

I wondered what kind of police in the world would threaten someone with a knife while questioning them.

Perhaps because we live in an age where violence takes precedence over the law, the answer came right away.

“Anyway, have you ever seen a bearded Irishman with spots on his hands and feet?”

“Ah… … A while ago… … .”

“How long ago?”

“Yes. But I haven’t seen you at all recently.”

“Was there anything unusual?”

“Something peculiar… … ah.”

"ah?"

“You’re so good at seducing women.”

“It’s him. Have you seen him anywhere else?”

“That’s… … huh?”

“What. If you’re going to make me swear and run away, then it’s your fault… .”

“No, I just passed by!”

The person was shaking too much to say it was a lie.

If you can lie there, I think you should be credited with that talent.

Anyway, we followed his finger outside and were able to follow in the footsteps of a man.

“Oh, that one has long sleeves.”

I had to look at my hands.

Hands.

“Oh, just now.”

It just so happened that I was the first to see it.

Liston looked back at me with eyes that asked, "How was it?"

“There was a rash. I’m sure of it.”

“Okay. Hey, come here and do your work.”

After hearing the answer, Liston, becoming a great gangster, approached him.