Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 81

Episode 81 Isn't it too much? [1]

“What on earth happened?”

The commotion in the amputation ward soon spread throughout the hospital.

It was a natural thing.

It's been a while since screaming became a nightmare in this hospital.

In the past, the hospital had not been particularly interested in pain relief, but because anesthesia was not available, not many surgeries were performed, and to make matters worse, most of those who had the courage to undergo the surgery died from shock due to the pain, so the issue was not raised.

However, as anesthesia became common and the number of patients increased rapidly, an unexpected problem occurred. The director was a money-grubber, so to speak, and could never give up the income from amputations, and because of that, everyone in the hospital had to suffer from nightmares.

That was the end of it for me.

“Euuuuuuu… … .”

“Ugh… … .”

No, it wasn't completely over.

Now that I think about it, aspirin, the aspirin I remember, seems to have helped control stomach problems to some extent?

Almost every one of those who took my medicine complained of heartburn.

There were also many who found the effect to be somewhat lacking.

But no one complained.

Whatever it was, it was better than before.

It wasn't just the patients who felt that way, but anyone who came here could feel that way.

Liston, who came running out of breath, was the same.

“In Joseon… … if someone is sick, they boil willow bark and feed it to them. I wonder if that will help.”

shipbuilding…….

A name that will now forever be remembered as a leading country in medicine.

I looked at Liston, calling his name in vain.

Since they were people who knew nothing about anything other than their own country, they naturally nodded.

As far as I know, no, there was never any talk of something like that.

“That’s right. Joseon is truly an amazing country. If I get the chance, I’d like to visit there.”

I was like that too.

If I go, I think I'll have to go separately…

'If I go and everything gets revealed, won't they cut me in half and kill me? No, no. Then it'll be the same as then… '

Come to think of it, I figured I could go with you since there's no way I could learn Korean.

Anyway, Joseon was practically the end of the world at this point, and there was no telling when I would be able to go, so I changed the subject.

“Anyway, it seems to work.”

“Yeah, that looks good. It works for patients who have had amputations. That’s a relief, since I was already starting to have a headache.”

Liston stopped talking to me and put his hand on my head.

I think I had a headache.

I instinctively tried to give her some willow bark water, which I've decided to call salicylic acid, but she turned away and headed somewhere else.

“Hey, where are you going?”

I asked why that gentleman was like that when he was sick, and he looked at me with a face like he was asking why I was asking such a thing.

“Of course I’ll go to Thomas. I’ll just take a spin.”

“No… … Haven’t you seen that this has a pain-relieving effect?”

“Hmm? Isn’t it effective for amputees?”

“No, it doesn’t. It works for all pain. Not for phantom pain, but… … Anyway, it should work for other pain.”

“Oh. Then what about my headache?”

“Yes. But it looks like it will hurt if you eat it on an empty stomach, so eat something.”

“Huh? Does that have anything to do with feeling sick?”

"ah."

ah!

Don't you know that stomach acid will come out from above and that will cause pain?

I think I know that… … .

But it seemed natural that we did not know that the drug could stimulate gastric acid secretion or suppress the protective function of the mucous membrane.

You probably don't even know that what you eat can have a protective effect.

It wasn't even that long ago that most medication directions changed from 30 minutes after a meal to immediately after a meal.

“I guess… … that’s probably it.”

“Have you ever seen something like that in Joseon?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Then I should follow. Anyway, it’s amazing. I used to think that the British Empire was the best in the world in every way… … Now I see that there’s something to learn from Joseon in the field of medicine.”

As he spoke, Liston munched on a piece of bread that looked absolutely unappetizing, and drank the salicylic acid.

I thought it was really amazing that he was drinking coffee like that.

Even though I've seen patients get better, I can't believe I can eat this right away.

Indeed, the 19th century was a century overflowing with experimental spirit.

“Oh… … This is really getting better.”

“Even without that, I told my father that he should definitely go to Joseon if he gets the chance.”

Alfred told Liston, whose pain was improving and his mood was improving, about his father.

I glared at the guy without realizing it.

Why did you tell your father… … .

What if it turns out like that?

“Oh, really? When can you go?”

“I heard he has no plans to sail right now because of the condom business.”

"iced coffee."

Oh, that's fortunate.

okay…….

I thought it would be best to delay it as much as possible.

My fame is bound to spread quickly anyway, right?

It seems like I've been just wandering around, but I've already solved quite a few problems.

If this trend continues, in a few years there will probably be no doctors left who can compete with me.

“The amputation ward issue has been resolved, and our evaluation has been submitted, so how about we go on a picnic today? I heard that some good meat has arrived.”

“Meat?”

“Okay. Let’s take the servants with us.”

“Do you have any servants?”

“Look here. I’m rich, now. Do you know how many amputations I do in a day?”

"ah."

You've made a lot of money by cutting off other people's limbs.

I don't think it's much different from the word killer…

Anyway, it was a good thing.

Meat.

From the way you speak, it seems like you're going to eat barbecue… … In British cuisine, eating purely grilled meat is the best.

Anyway, whatever these guys did, it became less tasty.

Strangely enough… …it’s always been like that.

“So when should we go?”

“Let’s go right now. You guys don’t have anything to do, right?”

Alfred and Joseph, who had been following Liston like shadows, noticed and nodded.

The question of whether there was anything to do sounded like an interrogation, but it must have been true.

Right away.

Anyway, we split the ride into two carriages, using Dr. Liston's money, which had become rich.

One side was for our group and the other side was for people to help us with our picnic.

“Hey, hey!”

The carriage we were in left London at a very fast speed and headed towards the suburbs.

The scenery was better than I thought, even if you just go a little outside of London.

Is it really possible to just spread out a mat and sit anywhere?

Of course, Dr. Liston, who had become rich, did not spread out anywhere, and we arrived at a small cottage.

“Did you buy this too…?”

Me too… … Should I try cutting… … .

“Oh, no. I borrowed it. He says he comes here on weekends these days to read books and rest.”

"ah."

No, but it wasn't like that.

What I'm saying is that the path I'm taking is moderate, not sapphire.

I barely managed to escape from the state of obsession and looked around the villa.

If you were throwing a party, it might seem like a small size, but if you were staying alone, it would be more than enough.

Even the grilling area was in the backyard.

There was firewood laid out, but the servants who came with him looked a bit troubled.

“I… … Professor?”

“But why?”

“Don’t you have any flint?”

“Ahh. Flint. Hahaha. Really. You guys are really old-fashioned.”

Aren't we living in an era where we have gas stoves?

And there's no torch.

In the end, flint was the best option for starting a fire.

My common sense was the same.

No wonder I now know how to light a fire.

But Liston was mocking the common sense of the times.

I literally laughed out loud.

Then he took something out of his pocket.

“This is called a match.”

“Matches? No, those are really expensive items… aren’t they?”

“Hahahaha.”

Did you have any matches?

Was it that kind of time?

'Oh, by the way, The Little Match Girl was a 19th century novel… … .'

I thought it might exist.

But it's expensive?

I tilted my head at the servants' words.

At least in my time, matches were never an expensive item.

Even in The Little Match Girl, it never seemed to be depicted as a particularly expensive item.

“It used to be like that. But it’s not like that anymore. This is made in Austria, and it’s brand new. It’s a lot cheaper than you think. It’s imported from overseas, so if they start making it in our country, it’ll be even cheaper.”

Ah, matches in the past were difficult to make, but now with the advancement of science… … .

Chewing gum.

As he spoke, Liston struck a match on the ground.

At that moment, I was able to witness a truly splendid light.

It was a fire that made me forget what to say, but it looked so dirty and dangerous.

“Be careful. This fire won’t go out easily once it’s lit.”

"yes?"

“That’s because I used white phosphorus. Why didn’t I think of this before? White phosphorus is cheap and flammable.”

Baekrin… … .

Baekrin… … .

I feel like I've heard that a lot somewhere… … .

“The smoke is really white?”

“So it’s Baekrin. Anyway, what if I just throw it away like this?”

and.

I really thought that this was the kind of situation where the expression "hurreuk" was used.

The fire began to burn so fiercely that it was hard to believe it was just a match.

"and……."

“Is it strange?”

“Yes, it’s very interesting. If this comes in more, I won’t have to use… flint anymore?”

“Right. No, that’s not right. Should I give you some? Here you go.”

“Can I accept this precious thing…?”

“I said it wasn’t that expensive. Haha. But be careful not to put it in your pants. If there’s friction, it could catch fire.”

“Yes, yes. Looking at this momentum, I think I need to handle it carefully.”

That ominous fire.

White smoke.

Where have I seen it?

On the news… … .

'War crimes… … white phosphorus bombs… … .'

Did these crazy guys make matches to make banned bombs?

'Hey… … God. So this isn't the Earth I used to be on… … ? Right… … ?'

I looked up at the sky, then remembered a little more about Baekrin and shuddered.

I found myself blocking my nose without realizing it.

White phosphorus.

This is the only poisonous compound among these.

As far as I know, that smoke is pretty toxic too.

'Wait… …Wait a minute. How do I make this?'

It probably didn't just fall from the sky.

Someone was making it, and those people were inevitably going to be addicted to white phosphorus.

In the long run, your bones will melt away… … .

Mainly the chin would be like that.

I'm talking about dying a really painful death.

Even the only treatment was to remove the lower jaw, and since a flap was unlikely to be possible at this stage, that was also a death sentence.

‘This… … This must be stopped… … .’

I was in deep thought among my loved ones, watching the fire burn out so coolly.