Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 80

Episode 80 Labor Pains [3]

I'm sorry…….

"are you okay?"

“Are you okay? Do you look okay?”

The only thing I can do for you is this song… … .

No, I can't even sing.

I'm tone deaf.

“It doesn’t look okay.”

“No, then let me go!”

“I’m sorry, but that won’t work. If I let you go, you’ll go out and meet other women.”

“Isn’t that possible?”

“Of course, a person with syphilis wouldn’t be able to do that.”

“Love is not a sin.”

“What the heck… … .”

As we talked for a while, it seemed like even if I sang as well as 2AM, they wouldn't have done it for me.

This kid… … Isn’t this kid a little crazy?

“Eww!”

“Eww!”

“Save me!”

Anyway, I spoke so calmly, but it turned out that I was surrounded by screams.

Naturally, the conversation between the two was also taking place at a level close to shouting.

“Just stay here for a while.”

“Yes? No, me! You have to take me!”

“Stay here. I have to see other patients too.”

"No, the baby."

I started to look at the others, leaving Killian behind as he started to swear.

If it had been the Killian of yesterday, even if his hands and feet were tied, he probably wouldn't have dared treat him like that because he was too scared.

But now Killian felt like a puppy that got wet from the rain.

When he curses, it's not scary, it's a bit like a chihuahua.

I feel like I've just realized that when a person's spirit is low, they look weak, regardless of their appearance.

Anyway, I went to everyone around me who was sick and gave them boiled water.

'The capacity is… Let's give it about one cup for now.'

Do you know what willow bark extract is?

It is none other than aspirin.

aspirin.

Isn't this a legendary elixir that continues to be used even in the 21st century?

Even in the United States, isn't it recommended to take low-dose aspirin even if you don't have any specific illness, as it can prevent cerebral infarction or myocardial infarction?

Of course, in our country, bleeding is more common than cerebral infarction, and taking aspirin can actually cause more bleeding, so I don't really recommend it…

“Eat this!”

Anyway, I recommended it to him, thinking it was a great medicine, and the person who had just been screaming in pain hit my hand.

Oh my, this is a surprise.

I almost dropped the pot.

Then I have to go out to the suburbs again to peel this precious willow bark.

The carriage isn't mine, it's Alfred's.

“I told you that if you eat it, you won’t get sick?”

“I’ve never heard anything like that in my life!”

“Yes, yes. Okay.”

That doesn't mean I fought back or anything.

It wasn't scary.

To be honest, it's a bit weird that my eyes are wide open…

This guy is clearly dying with his arm cut off… … .

But I gave up on persuasion.

Why?

If you can talk, that means you're still tolerable, which means you won't be drinking any of these suspicious-looking drugs I'm trying to get you to drink.

“Can I help you?”

“No… … no… … .”

Of course, if Liston's assistants helped, we could feed them the bark itself, not just the willow bark water.

These guys are masters at tying people up and forcing them to do things.

Almost like a monster?

Even so, I still have no intention of using it.

This is an antibiotic, so if you don't take it, you won't die, and it's only used to relieve pain, right?

Besides, it seemed a bit unethical to force-feed someone when you don't even know the dosage.

“Save me… … Release me… … I won’t meet women… … .”

Well, looking at Killian, it's already become ridiculous for me to talk about ethics.

On a slightly different note, that kid is 100% lying right now.

No, how can you glance at the nurse in this situation?

Should I really cut it like Liston said?

“Me, give me! Me!”

As I was absentmindedly thinking about something else for a moment, a patient who was in so much pain that he couldn't even scream properly raised his hand.

I looked at him and he seemed a little crazy.

So that means you're not in your right mind.

It was the perfect situation to take this medicine.

“I'll give it to you.”

“Ugh.”

“First, this. Hey, slow down. It’ll be a breeze.”

“Eeeeeeeeeee. Is this some kind of oriental secret art?”

“No, that’s not it.”

“Is this a witch’s spell? Ugh.”

Did he really go crazy? He kept making strange noises and I hit him on the back of his neck.

It was a half-hearted attempt, but it worked.

and…….

I also thought that the fried rice that followed Liston around wasn't going anywhere.

People in one room… … .

“Why did you hit me?”

Oh, I didn't faint, I was just surprised.

Then that's it.

Anyway, I returned to my normal doctor's face and said.

“I didn’t hit him, I helped him digest it.”

“Huh… … ?”

“Just wait a moment. The pain will lessen.”

“Ugh… … It still hurts so much… … But… … .”

“You have to wait.”

After seeing that sight, several people who had lost their minds from pain asked to drink my elixir.

Of course, the vast majority of people refused to the end.

However, even those people were glancing at those who had already taken the medicine.

If it really worked, would you ask for it right now?

'Even aspirin… … takes about 10 minutes to take effect.'

Actually, I never thought of doing that from the beginning.

Aren't the drugs distributed in the 21st century the ultimate drugs that not only have fixed dosages but also constantly change in formulation to facilitate absorption?

Are you saying that I won because I boiled it carelessly?

It was nonsense.

Aside from the capacity, it would have been inferior in terms of efficacy and duration.

So I planned to use my spare time to visit the patients I had operated on.

Considering that there hasn't been much news so far, we could apply our proverb that no news is good news…

'These guys, when someone dies, they either throw them in the grave or dissect them… …?'

Surprisingly, the value of human life in the 19th century was really trivial.

It was the same when a person died after undergoing scheduled surgery at a hospital.

For people with high social standing, the story would be completely different, even more so than in the 21st century, but for people without high social standing, it was to the point where I wondered if it was okay for people to be like this to each other.

What this means is that there is a possibility that my patient may have died without me even knowing it.

And even that wasn't the worst of it, these guys were the ones who asked if people who weren't dead were dead.

“Oh, teacher.”

“Are you here?”

Fortunately, the doctor went to the sickroom and had to be thankful that the patient was okay, but the patient was there.

That looked pretty okay too.

“How is it?”

I examined the patient while asking questions.

'Blood… … It's not flowing. The gauze is all red… … But still, is this okay… … ?'

There was barely any blood running down the back of their necks.

I heard there was some, but I didn't think anything would happen because of the bleeding.

Of course, the gauze was a bit too red, but I decided to ignore that from the beginning.

More importantly, however, was the infection.

Bread started rotting yesterday, so when will antibiotics be perfected?

As we go through various experiments, months or even years will pass by in a flash, so at least for the patients here now, this is not something that applies at all.

“You don’t have a fever… … Are you in pain or anything?”

I tapped both cheeks and forehead.

I didn't study this in depth, but I thought I'd heard it somewhere.

I heard that it hurts when sinusitis gets worse or cellulitis occurs around here?

"no."

“I have a nose?”

Koan?

I felt anxious for a moment, but then I felt better.

Come to think of it, they didn't give me any of those common painkillers after the surgery.

It was a miracle that I was sitting here with a clear face like this.

Anyway, I cut open my nose with a knife, so it was only natural that it would hurt.

'phew.'

I sighed in relief inside, while trying to look relaxed on the outside.

“It might hurt. It won’t hurt much, right?”

I looked back at the amputation ward as I said this without realizing it.

Even though there was quite a distance, perhaps because it was connected by a hallway, screams were echoing.

Is it because it's an ambiguous distance that it feels even scarier?

The patient nodded vigorously, as if he had been listening to the screams the whole time.

Compared to those people, he must have thought that he wasn't even sick.

“Oh, yes, yes. It’s okay.”

“Good. Good. Then let’s watch for a while longer… … I’ll take this gauze off tomorrow afternoon.”

"ah."

It was only when we spoke the following afternoon that despair began to appear on the faces of the two patients.

Well, that makes sense.

You can breathe through one side of your nose and the other side… … .

The nostril on the operated side was completely blocked.

If this happens, the other side will also be pressed down, making it difficult to breathe.

'I would like to add more, but… … This is also an external substance, so I will take it out tomorrow… … .'

However, the reason I couldn't get it out was purely because of the bleeding.

If you bleed a lot, you'll die…

Blood transfusion… … .

It would be possible for me, but that would only be possible if the person giving blood agreed.

Wouldn't it feel a bit magical if a newbie like me, and an Asian at that, asked for blood instead of someone already known like Blundell?

If the situation requires it, I would do it without hesitation, but if possible, I would like to postpone the blood transfusion.

“Okay, that’s it.”

Anyway, after saying hello, I headed back to the amputation ward.

As I walked down the hallway, the screams grew louder and louder, making it seem like I was heading towards hell.

It seemed that Liston and his party walked this road every day.

It was even more surprising that I was among that group.

"how is it?"

Killian begged me as soon as he saw me, but I ignored him because his eyes were on the nurse.

Instead, I asked the person who had given me the medicine earlier, and he had a look on his face as if he was possessed by something.

“What the heck is this?”

"why."

“The pain… … the pain is gone. This… … how on earth… … .”

“I gave you medicine. I told you it was medicine.”

“Actually, I ate it because I wanted to die. I thought it would be better to die.”

No, what does this gentleman think of people… … .

As I was thinking about this, I looked inside the pot and it occurred to me that it was certainly worth thinking about.

No matter how you look at it, this looks a bit dangerous.

Black… … .

No, it's not just black… … .

“How is the patient?”

“I too… … am in pain, but it’s bearable.”

"okay."

Others were also showing improvement.

I guess I was lucky.

I just gave you a cup, but it seems like the right amount, right?

Of course, since it is a drug that can cause gastrointestinal disorders, we need to watch it more closely… … .

For now, if anything could alleviate the pain of an amputated limb, this drug would be a miracle.

“Hey, hey!”

"me too!"

"me too!"

As I was thinking that, the screams in the ward began to unify into 'Me too!'