Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 84

Episode 84: Should I have surgery on this? [1]

All the way home in the carriage, I was lost in white phosphorus matches.

I'm not saying I was smoking… … .

It would be more accurate to say that I was worried.

If you don't worry about this, then how can you…?

‘A mask… … Does wearing it really help prevent the disease… …?’

It would be nice if I could make other matches, but the problem is that I don't know how to make them.

I don't even know what the other matches are called.

So how would you know how to make it?

Since opposition without an alternative is just empty, we couldn't tell them not to create it at all.

Of course, if I had the power and money, I would have stopped it somehow… … .

'If you are chronically exposed to white phosphorus… … your bones will melt… … .'

Although white phosphorus is a very dangerous poison in case of acute poisoning, it is also dangerous in case of chronic poisoning.

Or will it be dealt with under the Serious Disasters Act?

It wasn't something that was specifically covered in the main subjects, but judging from the fact that it's still memorable, this really wasn't an ordinary poison.

“What are you thinking about?”

While I was worrying like that, Alfred spoke to me.

He had a look on his face that said he had no idea what was going on.

We already know that the white smoke produced by white phosphorus matches is dangerous, but we still go to a match factory.

'If I were you, I'd be thinking that you were expecting something more from the director… … ?'

I replied, looking at Alfred whose mind was clearly visible.

“No, it’s just… I’m worried about Baekrin.”

“What’s wrong with you? It’s not like anything has happened yet.”

okay.

That could be the case.

Is this a world where there isn't even a word for preventive medicine?

It was a time when you had to get treatment only when you got sick, or you didn't even bother with it.

No, there are many people who don't even recognize illness as an illness.

I forced a smile and tried to think of something else.

“Yes, that’s true. But… … .”

As I was trying so desperately, Alfred's face came into view.

As usual, he had a somewhat stupid look on his face and looked slightly sick.

How could you not know when we're not even lovers?

I am the savior of this human life.

I was the one who saved his fingers from rotting away.

At that time, I just did it without anesthesia, and even if no one else knew, I was the one who recognized Alfred's pained face the best.

“Where does it hurt?”

“Huh? Uh uh. No… … This is a bit uncomfortable.”

“Inside? Where.”

"here."

Alfred pointed to the cradle.

At that moment, the first thing that came to my mind was Baekrin.

One of the symptoms of acute poisoning is vomiting and abdominal pain… … .

'No. It's already been several hours since I ate grilled meat… … ?'

Besides, Alfred is a bit of a coward?

He's such a coward that I don't know how he ever thought of becoming a surgeon in this day and age.

As expected of a guy who backs away when something looks suspicious, he did the same thing earlier.

So, it seemed right to see this as a completely different cause.

That means there is hope, so I relaxed my face a little and asked.

“Since when has this been happening?”

“Uh… … An hour or two? But I just stayed there because it was bearable.”

“An hour or two? It’s been quite a while? Is it gastritis?”

“I guess so. It’s just… … It’s okay. Just bear with it.”

It's gastritis.

It was a common disease.

For modern people, it is almost like a companion, but in fact, the prevalence rate was not particularly low in this era.

It was natural because I put anything in.

Since it is an era where you have to be strong to survive, there are many people who have strong stomach acid.

“What can you hold back? Just eat some cabbage.”

“Cabbage? Does that work?”

“It was like that in Joseon.”

Something tells me that the name cabbage might mean cabbage that came from the West… … .

What does it matter when there's already a mountain of lies being told?

“Oh, really?”

Besides, the credibility of my Joseon story was now confirmed no matter how I said it.

I would believe it if you said they made the meju with real red beans.

"huh."

Anyway, I thought that even though gastritis was annoying, as long as I didn't get a hole, nothing would happen right away.

Right?

If you think about it in the long run, neglected gastritis and ulcers can cause stomach cancer… … .

Unfortunately, few people in this era lived long enough to develop cancer.

“Here, eat this.”

So as soon as I got home, I boiled some cabbage and gave it to him to drink, and just in case, I fed him some cabbage too.

To conclude, there is nothing you should not feed it.

“Ugh… … .”

Alfred and I slept with a wall between us.

Originally, I was supposed to sleep in the annex, but my son was saved, and I was even making condoms. Plus, since it didn't look like I was going to leave, the old man gave up and took steps to have me sleep in the main building.

It was really good, but not today.

“Senior, are you sick?”

I opened my eyes slightly and looked out the window to see a pale moon.

Considering that London is always a mess, it was literally the middle of the night.

“I feel like I’m going to die… … It hurts so much.”

It hurts so much.

This was something unusual.

Even though my senior is a coward and a bit of a jokester, isn't that just based on the 19th century?

By 21st century standards, everyone here was Guan Yu.

You really can endure pain well.

But the fact that someone like that is in so much pain means that you have to take a good look at them.

“Shall I come in?”

“Uh, uh… … .”

So I went to my senior's room with Joseph, who had just woken up.

There was a clock in my senior's room, so I checked it and saw that it was already 1:00 AM.

'It's been almost 10 hours since I said I was sick. It's been 5 hours since I gave you cabbage juice.'

Could it be gastritis?

It seemed highly unlikely.

This human didn't just eat cabbage, he also ate soup?

If it was just simple gastritis, it should have had a calming effect and should have felt much better by now.

Even if that weren't the case, it shouldn't hurt this much…

“Uh… …Does it hurt there?”

As I approached my senior with that thought in mind, he was holding his stomach.

People instinctively tend to point out where they hurt, right?

Until just a moment ago, I was holding my forehead.

But now he was feeling my lower right abdomen.

“Uh… … Uh uh.”

What the fu*k.

Without realizing it, I swore for the first time in a long time and approached Senior Alfred.

“Try lying down like this.”

"eww……."

When I saw my senior's face up close, it was drenched in cold sweat.

It looks like it really hurts… … At this point, there was a high chance that it was really appendicitis.

So, instinctively, I made Alfred lie down straight and bent his knees.

“Ughhhhhh… … .”

“Pyeong-ah, what’s going on? Is Seonbae dead?”

Alfred couldn't say anything to me like that.

It's going to hurt so much.

Joseph said something a little strange in the middle, but considering the times, it wasn't all that strange.

Death at this time was closer than we thought.

It didn't even matter what age.

Of course, it's a bit rare for someone around Alfred's age… … .

It was hard to expect that he wouldn't die at all.

“Just stay there, senior. I’ll press on your stomach. If it hurts, tell me.”

“Uh. Yeah.”

So instead of saying anything to Joseph, I continued with the treatment.

Anyway, there was no time to say anything else.

“How about here?”

“It doesn’t hurt any more… … uh… … but it doesn’t.”

First, I pressed the trigger.

It hurt here at first, but there didn't seem to be any pain.

'I wonder if he's really blind… … ?'

At this point, I started to break out in a cold sweat.

Appendicitis. To be more precise, appendicitis is a condition in which pain radiates from the epigastrium, and as it progresses, the inflammation directly touches the peritoneum, causing pain in the area where the appendix is located.

In other words, the pain moves from the epigastrium to the lower right abdomen… … .

“Here?”

“Eww!”

While thinking that, I pressed the lower right abdomen and my senior screamed.

It didn't move much, but it was a good thing.

“When do you take it off?”

“Ugh!”

I was able to confirm the rebound pressure.

In fact, the tenderness itself can be seen in diseases that do not require surgery, but rebound tenderness that occurs when the hand is removed, as now, usually indicates a disease that requires surgery.

What the hell.

Damn it!

‘This… … What should I do with this… … .’

Alfred.

I ignored him a bit, teased him sometimes, and even took his money…

Whatever it was, you're the only person here besides Joseph that I've ever given my all to.

But I thought it would be too painful if this person, and not someone else, died.

‘If I leave it alone, it’ll die… … But I can’t take it to the hospital… … .’

The first thing that comes to mind is Jemel.

Master of bloodletting, Jemel.

If that bastard saw Alfred now, he would have stabbed him in the stomach without asking any questions and drained his blood.

Dr. Liston would agree, saying that abdominal surgery is taboo.

So, what I'm saying is that everyone is now joining forces to kill Alfred…

'fu*k. As expected, here… … ?'

When I came to, Alfred was rolling around.

First of all, I thought I had to do something about the pain.

“Wh, what’s going on?”

At that moment, a man with a surprised look on his face, Alfred's father, came in.

He was with other servants, and of course, he was startled to see Alfred rolling around.

It seemed as if he was a little suspicious of me and Joseph for a moment, but it was literally only for a moment.

“My stomach… my stomach hurts, Dad!”

It was Alfred Duck.

“Hospital! No, call a doctor!”

The old man immediately called his servants.

Then, one of the servants, who was quick on his feet, started running out.

To other people, he might have looked really sturdy, but to me, he just looked like a grim reaper.

No matter who I called, there was no one who could cure my appendicitis.

It's not that I'm arrogant, it's just the limitations of the times.

"for a moment!"

Only I knew about Alfred's illness and could cure it.

And Alfred was not someone else, he was my friend.

He was even the one who gave me grace.

It could be misunderstood, but I couldn't just sit back and watch.

So I shouted loudly.

"huh?"

"yes?"

It was effective because not only the old man but also the servants already knew me as a member of the Joseon nobility, a close friend of the youngest son, and a renowned doctor.

The person who was running stopped and looked back at me.

“I’ll see. I need equipment. Let’s go to the hospital right now and get the equipment. In the meantime, you can drink some willow bark tea. That’ll help with the pain.”

“No, no. Wait. What do you mean, you’re going to treat me?”

“Yes. I will see.”

“Do you have a stomachache? This is internal medicine. I was going to call Dr. Jemel.”

no.

Jemelman is not allowed.

That kid comes here excitedly and stabs me in the stomach with a bunch of unwashed needles?

It's almost like a crime city.

They say they are sick, but they are soaking people… … .

“No. It’s a surgical condition. The abdomen needs to be opened.”

“Huh… … ?”

But as I continued to speak, people started to treat me like I was the Jang Chen from the crime city.

ha.

What should I do with this… … .