Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 76

Episode 76 Syphilis [3]

“What, what is it?”

Indeed a sailor.

During this period, sailors could be said to be the epitome of a rough person.

The one who was walking ahead, with the palms of his hands covered in bruises, turned around and ran as soon as Liston called.

Although he had no weapons, he still had a ferocious aura.

It had to be that way.

'As expected… … He's not easy… … Professor Liston… … I don't think he'll lose.'

Steamships were developed.

To be exact, it was created around the end of the 18th century.

But that was only a laboratory experiment and it hasn't been commercialized for very long.

I heard that even these are mostly sail-powered ships, as the power of steam is still somewhat lacking.

What this meant was that sailors still had to work when the wind blew.

Even if it's dawn.

“What are you doing? Are you going to fall behind?”

“Umm… … My head hurts?”

Plus, eating was a mess.

Since storing drinking water has always been difficult, it was usually replaced with weak alcohol.

What this means is that although sailing during this period was somewhat better than in the 17th and 18th centuries, as there was no need to worry about scurvy, there were still some rather gruesome aspects to it.

I heard that they have not even been able to visit central Africa, as they cannot even dream of conquering endemic diseases.

-If you can get in there, you can get a lot of money and fame.

Alfred's father has been sending me secret expectations since the condom… … .

I heard that it was caused by malaria, but I didn't know how to treat it, so I just kept it quiet.

“What’s wrong, you? Do you have business with our colleagues?”

“Your demeanor is so polite… … You don’t seem like a person who fits in here?”

“Hey, you back there. Do you have a watch?”

“Oh… … .”

Anyway, perhaps because they were guys who had survived through those rough times, their sense of camaraderie was no joke.

Even the guys who were way ahead of the guy I thought was going separately came running.

The number is seven in all.

Actually, if you look at the numbers, there are five of us: Dr. Liston, me, Professor Blundell, Joseph, and Alfred… … .

Me, Blundell, and Alfred were quite a force to be reckoned with.

No, Joseph was just a brat in front of those idiots.

So in the end, it's 7 to 1… … .

“Oh, really. It’s so hard to treat someone like this.”

Dr. Liston untied the knife from his back without even showing any sign of nervousness.

That doesn't mean he pulled out his sword.

I was a little nervous, but luckily he was looking around with his sword still in its sheath.

“I am Dr. Liston. I am here to treat a patient with syphilis… … Everyone, please step aside.”

And then he started saying some really stupid things.

What would happen if you said something like that while holding a knife?

As expected, upon hearing that, instead of people getting out of the way, they started getting angry.

“That crazy guy.”

“Which sailor doesn’t have syphilis?”

“Treatment? Don’t be ridiculous. Killing people, is that treatment?”

It's a little different from what I thought, but anyway, I was really angry.

One peculiar thing was that the one who had called his colleagues was hesitating and stepping back.

'That kid… … knew he was spreading it?'

You might not have known when you were just meeting one or two people.

But how many are there already?

Since Blundell had confirmed more than ten cases, there must be dozens more running rampant in London.

They say there are married women among them, so they will pass it on to their husbands… … .

Given the morality of London at this time, my husband would move again… … .

In fact, it was safe to say that one guy was spreading a pandemic-like disease throughout London.

“Hey, hit me!”

“Ah… … It’s really hard to treat someone.”

This is my thought, and the sailors started to rush in.

There were even some who drew their swords.

Just when I was thinking that we should also choose, there was a loud bang.

'Are there any trucks in this day and age?'

As I was thinking about that… … it was only then that I noticed Liston.

He was sending a man flying across the street with his sword in his hand.

“Hey! Call the police!”

Before I knew it, some of the onlookers who had been following me started running away, and some others started cheering.

It's really something to cheer about… … .

'Wow… this guy. If he had just been a fighter instead of doing surgery, he would have taken over London.'

There were already three people rolling around on the floor.

The remaining four were also hesitating under the pressure of the momentum.

When the situation became unfavorable, the guy who was originally the target also pulled out his sword.

To be exact, he pulled out the sword with its sheath, and Liston asked after seeing it.

He too was holding the handle of the knife.

I dare say that no one is better suited to wielding a sword than Liston.

He was born with it, but isn't he someone who carries a knife in his hand every day?

The voice echoed along with the majesty of a medieval knight walking away.

“Are you going to pull that out?”

If you pull it out.

I'll pick it too.

Then you fall behind.

It seemed like something like this was echoing.

“Oh, no.”

It wasn't just my illusion, as the opponent quietly put down his sword.

Then the remaining three ran away without looking back.

It seemed like he thought it was a good thing since he was already getting tired of it.

“Okay. Come here.”

“Yes, yes. But… … syphilis… … why this… … ?”

“Why? Why did you say that?”

Only after the situation was completely resolved did Blundell step forward.

Judging from his attitude, it seemed like he had done something during the fight, but I knew that he was actually hiding behind me.

I was trying to step back when something caught my eye and I looked to see Blundell.

“Because of you, the number of patients is increasing rapidly! Among them are mothers. You beast!”

“Hey. How can you say something like that in a place like this?”

On that topic, there was no Lu Bu at the time.

Of course, the overall atmosphere is like an angry chihuahua… … .

The syphilis patient, already under the influence of Liston, looked around with a bewildered face.

“Over there, over there!”

“Killian was caught?”

“What kind of kid is he?”

Just then, as if there was a commotion, the sailors pushed through the onlookers and rushed in with their companions.

Even though there were only seven of them, Liston pulled out his sword as if he was annoyed.

I don't think a doctor should pull out a knife with that kind of face…

-Beep.

At the same time, the police came.

“Stop! What are these crazy guys doing in broad daylight!”

They said they were police, but in reality they were no different from soldiers.

At least that's what it looked like to me from Korea.

First of all, I have a gun.

So I was a bit scared even though I hadn't done anything wrong, but Dr. Liston wasn't particularly surprised when he saw the gun outside the stomach.

Instead, he laughed out loud.

“Look at this. I’m the one who cut off your chief’s mother’s leg.”

“That crazy, evil bastard!”

How dare you say something like that on such a topic.

He was a truly crazy and vicious man.

“No, wait. Aren’t you Dr. Liston?”

“Liston? Surgery in the square? Oh… … Is that so?”

But surprisingly, that started to work.

“Ah… … I heard that the chief asked you to get your mother surgery a while ago. I saw it then. I’m sure of it.”

“Uh… … No, then what about those guys?”

“These guys are bad guys who are interfering with medical treatment.”

At Liston's words, the police moved in unison and began beating up the sailors who had just arrived.

“What should we do with this guy?”

“I have syphilis… … .”

In the meantime, Killian should have been hit on the head, but surprisingly, he confessed to having syphilis and ran into Dr. Liston's arms.

“Yes? Is that right? Are you a patient?”

No matter how you look at it, he's an accomplice.

As this conversation was going on, Dr. Liston nodded.

“Oh, that’s right. You’re a patient.”

“Is that so? Thank you for your hard work.”

“Yeah, yeah. If anyone needs to cut off a limb, just ask me.”

“Uh… … Yes. It’s a bit strange to say… … but you’re saying you’re going to cut the patient… … ?”

“Then that’s right. Can’t just anyone cut it?”

“Yes, yes, that’s right.”

Thanks to that, the police only arrested the Amnesty people, leaving Killian behind.

“What will happen to those people?”

I asked Blundell, worried that those savages would probably not hang him, and Blundell laughed.

“No one died, so what could happen? At best, they’ll hear a word and be released.”

"ah……."

But there are still guys who draw their swords, but they let go after hearing a word.

I thought the death penalty was a bit harsh, but I was surprised at how lenient it was to be locked up for a few days.

“Phew… … I survived.”

Anyway, Killian, who was watching that scene, sighed in relief.

Blundell said it was someone else's business so he should get away with it, but the police are truly terrifying beings regardless of the era.

Even now… … .

'You could die without anyone knowing.'

I could have beaten him to death to vent my frustration.

It was a time when everything seemed to have been modernized, but at the same time, barbarism remained.

How could the British Empire do that?

Come and live.

It's a mess here!

“Is it time to take a breath?”

Anyway, Liston looked at Killian, who was sighing, and said.

It felt very heavy because I was still holding the sword in its sheath.

"uh……."

“Let’s go first. How many patients are infected?”

“More than ten.”

“Shouldn’t he be put to death for spreading a disease that has no cure?”

“Hic.”

A bloody conversation was taking place.

No, rather than going back and forth, Liston was doing it unilaterally.

Blundell was a much more peaceful man, at least compared to Liston.

“No, the death penalty? That’s something for the judges to handle… … In the first place, none of the patients are worthy of prosecution. Isn’t that why we came to arrest them?”

“Oh, right. Then what do we do?”

“We have to hold on to it for now. When will the boat sail?”

Blundell looked back at his patient, reassuring Liston.

It must have been a very fortunate thing for him, but for some reason he looked very troubled.

No, it wasn't to that extent. He didn't say anything for a long time.

“When will it come out?”

When I couldn't stand it any longer and asked, only then did he answer.

“Sun… … retired.”

retreat…….

This clueless kid.

Blundell sighed and asked.

“Retirement? Not going back to Ireland?”

“You live in London?”

“Yes. My stomach… is… tired.”

“Then can you promise not to meet any other women?”

“That’s… that’s difficult.”

“Well, even if I looked like you, I wouldn’t want to do that.”

Blundell muttered, “What should I do?”

Looking at Blundell like that, Liston said.

“Shouldn’t I kill him after all?”

“No, why do doctors keep killing people?”

“A lot of people died anyway, right?”

“That… … Still, that’s true. We’re doctors… … .”

“Then we should try treatment. What if it doesn’t work?”

Blundell sighed again at Liston's words.

Then, for some reason, he looked at me.

The problem was that when I came to my senses, Liston also started looking at me.

No, don't do that. I have syphilis too…

'No… … Is there nothing I can do… … ?'