Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 8

Episode 8 You shouldn't do that [2]

“You shouldn’t talk to a sick person like that.”

When I asked where it hurt, Dr. Jemel said this.

That crazy guy.

Shouldn't you know where it hurts?

Before you stick a dirty needle in my stomach like that, Inma.

"that……."

On the inside, it's Cheongsanyusu.

It was something that couldn't be done on the outside.

Aren't doctors the embodiment of apprenticeship education?

Of course, I don't need to learn from these guys…

I don't think there's any other school that would accept Asians and give them a license.

“No, just leave it alone.”

Then Dr. Liston stepped forward.

Even though I spoke softly, Jemel was startled and stepped back.

That would be because he was still holding the knife.

Blood is dripping down.

To be honest, I also took a step back.

-If you say one more word, I'll cut off your legs.

I did that because it was an atmosphere where it was not strange to think like this.

“Your questioning style is very good. It definitely seems like you learned it in a country called Joseon. Is there something new about it?”

Fortunately, Dr. Liston was very curious.

Well, isn't that gentleman the embodiment of the spirit of inquiry?

I heard that the knife he always carries around is not a sword that was handed down from somewhere, but one that he made himself to order.

Namely, Liston Carl.

At first glance, it looked like a weapon from Bloodborne, but it was actually a surgical knife that could cut off a human leg in under 30 seconds.

Now that I think about it, I'm a little confused as to what kind of praise he's giving, but anyway, that's the kind of person Dr. Liston is.

“Try a little more.”

“Yes, professor.”

If a man with a knife asks you to do more, how can you not do it?

There was no one on the moon.

Jemel looked back and forth between Karl, me, and the patient, then bit his lip.

It seemed like he had something he wanted to say, but he was afraid that if he said it, there would be chaos.

It was a good thing.

Thanks to that, I gained some time.

“Patient, I will now press on your stomach.”

"eww……."

Of course, I only had time.

The patient looked noticeably worse than before.

Can I live?

'I don't think it'll work… … .'

Some might wonder why a professor of surgery would give up so quickly.

According to Jemel, it had already been a week since the patient complained of abdominal pain.

If left untreated to that extent, wouldn't appendicitis inevitably become a fatal disease?

Even in the 21st century, when there are various treatments available through antibiotics, this was 19th century London, where even these treatments were lacking.

“Does it hurt?”

“Ugh… … It hurts, it hurts.”

“When do you take it off?”

“Eww.”

“Oh, that’s not good.”

Anyway, I pressed on the patient's lower right abdomen and then released it.

The patient complained of tenderness when pressed and rebound tenderness when released.

Judging from the fact that the reaction was more intense when the pressure was applied, it was not difficult to infer that this person's stomach was a mess.

What if I open it?

Wouldn't everything be sticky?

“It’s not good. Of course it is. So we need to drain the blood and reduce the swelling first.”

A real doctor was in deep thought, and a quack was whining beside him.

ah.

How I wish I were Liston.

If that were the case, I could have just smashed Jemel's head with the Liston knife.

No, that was actually impossible.

After all, we live in a time when the judicial system is operating very tightly.

“What if we open the ship?”

Anyway, I'm not a stone-faced person, so I asked Dr. Liston instead of the Paris-educated Jemel.

Doesn't this gentleman have an adventurous spirit that matches his appearance?

So, wouldn't it be possible to split the ship?

uh?

Let's split up.

“Don’t talk nonsense. That’s taboo.”

ah…….

Surprisingly, he also had a somewhat old-fashioned side.

“Taboo… …Why is that?”

Anyway, I asked as carefully as I could so as not to upset her.

“If you open the stomach, the patient will die. He died of a strange fever.”

"no……."

This crazy guy.

That's because you stabbed me with that knife.

Even if you just wash it with water and lightly disinfect it with fire, it won't die like that…

'No, isn't it?'

I looked down at my hands without thinking.

When viewed with the naked eye, it did not appear to be contaminated at all.

No, since I washed it with soap, most of the bacteria would have died.

But can it be said to be clean?

Can it be said to be sterilized to the point where it can be inserted into someone else's body?

Since we don't have sterile gloves, we'll have to do it with our bare hands.

“No, but you don’t have to bow your head like that again. Not knowing isn’t a crime. You’re still a freshman.”

While I was looking at the hand, Liston continued speaking.

Something seemed a bit better.

It wasn't uncommon.

Professors usually like it when students are afraid of them.

Since you were mistaken, I thought I should solidify that idea, so I kept quiet.

“Anyway, you guys listen carefully. Don’t touch the stomach. But… … The way you examined the stomach was refreshing. Asking in such detail where it hurts… … Even if we can’t operate on the stomach, it’s not bad to know this.”

“Yes, I will keep that in mind!”

The one who shouted the loudest was the rich guy.

Actually, I couldn't tell if he was rich or not, but he looked like it.

“Then… … That’s all for today. Tomorrow I’ll ask you what you learned today, so study hard.”

“Yes, Professor!”

With those words from Dr. Liston, we left the sickroom.

Of course, regret remained.

That patient.

If I had seen it from the beginning, it might have had some chance.

No, I thought it would be better for me to watch it rather than leaving it like that now.

It was supposed to get better.

'It's hard to give a 100%… … answer. When I think about it… … I don't have any gloves.'

However, the reason I couldn't actively step forward was because I wasn't 100% confident that I could do it.

In Korea, if a student gets into trouble and starts to act up, there would be chaos, but here?

A mysterious oriental man from Joseon?

It was perfect for becoming X.

“Peace.”

"huh?"

Yeah, so it's right to just come out.

As I was thinking that, Joseph called me.

“They said the dissection practice is voluntary, so let’s go.”

Called to hell.

no.

Joseph, it's hell there.

“Shouldn’t we do the dissection exercise after looking at the picture first?”

“A drawing? Oh, a textbook? Would that be better?”

“That’s right. You have to know something to do it. It wouldn’t be good to do it without knowing anything, right?”

“What do you know about frogs? You can see their heartbeats and internal organs just by poking them.”

Joseph… … .

This guy… … .

No, the old man is actually a professor of orthopedic surgery.

Even if you can't do things like dissecting a frog with your feet, you can do it with just your left hand.

Stop generalizing me.

You have to study.

I don't want to go in there.

“Are humans and frogs the same?”

“Ah… … Well, that’s true. Okay, then let’s look at the book first.”

That was fortunate.

“Because Joseph isn’t that stubborn.”

“That kid. He pretends to work hard in front of the professor, but he doesn’t go into the lab because the professor isn’t there.”

While I was trying so hard to persuade him, someone started talking.

He was a rich guy.

What should I say?

Should we kill with knowledge?

I have the confidence to press it to death.

'It might not be a big deal because he doesn't understand anything. But if he gets angry and nags his parents… … .'

For example, what if someone says something like, 'There's an oriental heretic at school!'?

If it's really that hard, the old man will probably stop you.

This was London, not Upton.

There are many families that are as successful as yours, that's what I'm saying.

“Why are you squabbling, Inma? If you want to go in, go in alone. Are you scared?”

Luckily, our Joseph was also a friend with a temper.

Well, if you're not a bad person, it's hard to dream of becoming like Dr. Liston while looking at him.

Besides, even though he's smaller than Dr. Liston, our Joseph is over 175 cm tall?

Compared to that, these guys were midget dungbags.

160 at best?

“It’s scary. It’s annoying because you’re being rude. That yellow bastard.”

“If you call me a yellow card one more time… … .”

“What are you hitting on?”

“If I hit you, you’ll probably get knocked out. You’ll probably end up being dissected instead of being dissected.”

It's spicy… … .

Joseph, it's spicy.

"you……."

Well, there's no way a London lord can beat the Upton kids.

If you're a friend from a slum, that might be different.

"you……."

“Are you crying? Are you crying? Do you know what your tear ducts look like?”

"uh……."

“I’m going to go study that. You go in there and cry until you figure it out.”

Joseph patted the rich guy on the shoulder and headed to the classroom.

I followed him to the classroom.

I thought I heard a real sobbing sound behind me, but I didn't turn around on purpose.

Although it's refreshing, it doesn't mean that sparks will fly.

Anyway, the classroom was full of books.

It was called a classroom, but it was so small that there were only about 20 students, including those above, that it could be called a research lab.

“You said we could see from here to here… … .”

“Grey’s Anatomy… is gone, as expected.”

"huh?"

“No, no.”

I thought there would be an anatomy book, of course.

There was only something like a magazine.

Even then, the content was mostly superficial.

The drawing was well done, but… … it was just a diagram of the muscles.

There seemed to be no observation of internal organs or understanding of the distribution of nerves and blood vessels.

'Should I draw it?'

Joseph.

Even aside from what just happened, I owed that guy a mountain of money.

First of all, thanks to that, I was able to live without starving to death or getting beaten to death.

In comparison, the only favor I bestowed on him was making him dream the anachronistic dream of becoming a surgeon.

I can't say it can't be done now… … .

If that's the case, shouldn't we at least make him a proper doctor?

'But what do you say when you draw?'

This is Joseon shamanism… … .

Here we see Henry Gray, the father of anatomy… … .

Okay, folks! This is Grey's Anatomy!

What the hell are you doing?

If that happens, I'll be dragged out to the square and burned at the stake as a witch, no, a child of Satan, for the first time in a long time.

‘To begin with, my memory isn’t clear enough to draw it without seeing it… … .’

Then I had to become a genius at dissection.

Since you have some dexterity, you should be able to draw to some extent.

That's not true… … .

'You went in and started to rot the corpse with your bare hands… …?'

It was creepy.

Of course, seeing as how medical students don't seem to be that afraid of dissection, I thought it might not be that dangerous.

“Hey, are you okay?”

At that moment, there was a commotion behind.

When I looked around, I saw a senior holding my hand, which was bleeding profusely.

I could tell from the smell that it had definitely come from the dissection lab.

“Uh… … It’s okay.”

“You’re not badly hurt. That’s fortunate.”

No, fortunately not.

Didn't you get hurt while touching that corpse?

Really die… … .

“Stop the bleeding and come back in.”

“Oh, I will.”

I said no.

You guys shouldn't do that… … .