Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 85

Episode 85: Should I have surgery on this? [2]

“Father.”

If it weren't for Alfred, I would have backed down at this point.

Honestly, it's scary.

Most people in the 19th century were people who boasted that they were scientists, but their way of thinking was almost medieval.

That means you're incredibly conservative and even stubborn…

So I didn't accept the new facts very well.

This would be especially true if the person was from the East.

“Please believe me just this once. This hand… … This hand wouldn’t have been fixed if it weren’t for me.”

“Ugh… … .”

But now it had to be different.

Besides, we can't just ignore people who are dying forever just because we're scared.

'I've got quite a reputation now.'

I tried to rationalize it, but that didn't mean I wasn't scared.

So I thought back to the director's face that had been looking at me earlier in the day.

Was full of greed.

I wondered how a person's face could be like that, but when I thought about using it, it wasn't such a bad thing.

Would a guy like that yell at me for being a little attacked?

Honestly, I'm a goose laying golden eggs right now.

No, it was going to get worse in the future.

“I don’t think my medical knowledge or skills are inferior to those of other professors. Senior Alfred doesn’t follow me around for no reason.”

"that……."

“There are things you can know without having to learn them. That’s me.”

"hmm……."

“If you don’t open your stomach… you’ll die. Even if time passes, there’s a high chance that you’ll die.”

Appendicitis, or appendicitis, is nothing new in the 21st century, but that was thanks to surgical techniques and antibiotics.

It turns out that fungi can kill people much more easily than you might think.

It would have been nice even if I had been eaten.

Really… … .

It didn't seem to have exploded yet.

If it bursts, there will be a brief period of improvement in symptoms.

If the pain is not limited to the lower right abdomen but spreads in all directions, it could be full-blown peritonitis.

“We need to open it quickly. Of course, the choice is yours and your father’s, but I promise you, I will do it better than anyone else.”

“Hmm. Hmm.”

Fortunately, the old man was shaking.

It must have been Alfred Duck.

Alfred, who was quite a quiet son for a 19th century son, talked to his father quite often, if not every day.

It was only natural that the conversation was filled with compliments about me.

More than anything, the story of my senior who had died from similar symptoms touched my heart, and at that time, the old man gave me a small ring as a gift.

“Oh, Father. I… … I believe in the plain… … .”

Adding to that the words of our senior Alfred, who was writhing in pain, there was nothing left to see.

“What the heck… … Can I really die?”

"yes."

“Ugh… … Euaaaah!”

Moreover, Alfred's screams as he suffered from appendicitis without any painkillers were enough to make his father anxious.

Even though I have never been married, let alone become a parent, I have had an abundance of indirect experiences.

Parents' love for their children cannot always be rational.

Even though what I was saying was difficult to accept in light of the times, it was the same.

“Oh, I see. Then… … Then please.”

“Yes, please wait for the carriage. I will go to the hospital quickly and come back. In the meantime, give Joseph some boiled water. His symptoms will improve somewhat.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Keep in mind, symptoms are improving, but the pain is decreasing. It doesn’t mean that anything is getting better. It’s just that they are having a hard time, so I’m feeding them.”

“Uh… … I see.”

Neither the old man nor Joseph or Alfred seemed to understand what I just said.

If the pain gets better, won't the disease get better? … It was obvious that he would be thinking something like this.

It couldn't be helped because painkillers were either too precious or something imaginary to people at the time.

No, even in the 21st century, weren't painkillers used as a treatment in areas where they were rare?

I felt that way a lot at the medical volunteer site where I was almost dragged there against my will.

“Let’s go!”

Anyway, I went out with the nimble servant.

The coachman, who seemed to be half-asleep, was also there, and he must have been drinking, because he started driving the carriage like a madman.

I ran so fast that I thought I would have died if there had been even one person walking around here, and sure enough, the police came.

“Ah… … The meeting… … Excuse me. Let’s go.”

Should I say that I'm lucky?

During this time, there was no such thing as drunk driving.

And if you had money and power, it was okay to break the law a little.

Thanks to that, we were able to head to the hospital with a police escort.

“A bag that looks like this! Bring it!”

"yes yes."

“Don’t worry, I’ll go to the dissection room.”

“Oh, yes. Thank you.”

As soon as I entered the hospital, I saw the body of the servant who had been flying around stiffen.

It had to be that way.

First of all, the smell is overwhelming.

Especially, since there was a dissection lab near the lecture room, a foul smell wafted here and there all year round.

-Ugh.

In addition, the screams coming from across the hallway were enough to send shivers down the spine of an unfamiliar person.

Plus, they tell me to go to the dissection lab?

It was only a matter of time before there were two patients to treat.

Maybe we should just throw the casket away on the spot.

“Where… … is it right?”

To be honest, I was scared too, here.

It wasn't because I was afraid the body would rise.

I'm not afraid of that kind of thing… … .

“Hey, shit. This fu*king rat!”

Even though I had sealed it, there were rats that came in from somewhere at night.

Occasionally, they would even damage the dissected bodies.

I have made several suggestions that this is a very serious problem and needs to be fixed… … .

It wasn't of much use.

It was recognized from above, but there was no solution.

Well, we'd have to completely seal the body, but we don't have the technology to do that.

No, it would be sealed, but it wouldn't be able to be opened again.

“Right. Here you go.”

So I searched the lab, deliberately mumbling to myself, making my whole body known to the mice and bugs that I was there.

There was a bag containing some instruments.

I did soak it in boiled water, but… … I couldn’t use it as is.

'It's probably about 2 o'clock now…? It's been about 3 hours since it started to touch the peritoneum… … There's still time for it to burst. I don't think there's much left since I'm not using antibiotics or proper anti-inflammatory drugs… … .'

It was not possible to apply what was originally done at the hospital as is.

If that happened, Alfred would really die.

'They used to say that internal medicine people can't do anything without medicine… … They fell out of the game in this day and age, but if they were internal medicine people, there would have been chaos.'

It was fortunate that it was surgery.

But I can do anything with a sword.

It was obvious that appendicitis was something that internal medicine could not treat.

“Did you find it?”

“Yes, is this correct?”

“Uh… … That’s right. Okay, let’s go.”

"yes yes."

While I was grabbing my bag and leaving the dissection lab as quickly as I could, the servant also came out with some of my equipment that I had left in the lecture room.

To be honest, it was lacking.

That's because it wasn't really made to open up the ship.

It was fortunate that I had sold the gold ring that the old man had given me before and made something with it, otherwise I would have been cutting it with a strange knife and pulling out the stomach with a spoon again.

“Let’s go!”

As soon as we left, the police and the groom took us back to the mansion.

Even though it was the middle of the night, candles and lanterns were lit here and there, so the inside of the mansion was quite bright.

'Thank goodness we're rich.'

It seemed that there would be no case where surgery could not be performed due to a lack of fire.

Since there are a lot of servants, there are a lot of hands holding fire, right?

While somehow continuing to think positively, I instructed them to boil the equipment once.

Then I headed straight to the second floor bedroom where Alfred was.

“Ugh… … .”

He must have been drinking willow bark water, he was definitely much quieter than before.

'No, no. Maybe it exploded… … .'

If you think about it negatively, the disease may have progressed a bit.

Normally, when appendicitis bursts, the symptoms get better right away.

Because the things that were pressing nearby disappear.

It was easy to think of it as being similar to otitis media.

When the eardrum bulges, it hurts a lot, but when a hole opens and pus starts to flow out, the pain gets better.

“How is it?”

“Better than before… … Better than before… … .”

With that thought in mind, I quickly checked the patient's condition.

Certainly, her complexion looked relaxed.

Macs run well too.

I can't measure my blood pressure yet because I don't have a blood pressure monitor, but I feel like my systolic blood pressure is at least over 100.

“Just a sip. Just like before.”

“Then… … Then it hurts.”

“I can’t help it, I have to see how it progresses. I’m sorry.”

“Uh… … Yeah. You’re originally supposed to treat sick people… … .”

“Say it like that. I saved your life.”

“I’m sorry… … It hurts so much. It hurts so much… … .”

Yeah, well.

The patient is a jerk.

As a doctor, you can't say anything to a patient.

With that thought in mind, I laid my senior down again, folded his legs, and made him assume the position that would make his stomach the softest.

“Now, tell me if it hurts when you press it?”

"uh……."

“How about here?”

“Hmm… … Similar to Jeon?”

Then he pressed the area around the temple.

If it had burst and fallen over, it would have been painful to press here, but fortunately, it didn't seem to be much different from before.

“Here?”

“Eww!”

“When do you take it off?”

“Eww!”

And the area near the lower right abdomen was similar.

The old man's face, which had been slightly relieved after my son drank some water and felt better, suddenly darkened.

Then, not long after, a servant came running out, but I decided to ignore him for the time being.

'No matter who comes, they won't be able to say anything since it's already open.'

I was thinking like this.

Instead, he took out some laughing gas from the bag the servant was carrying.

The utensils that had been soaked in boiling water must have come up, the servant must have run to the wrong place, and it must have been confirmed that Alfred's condition was not yet severe…

There was no reason to hesitate.

Squeak.

First I turned on the gas, then I placed a custom-made, crudely made sheet metal mask over Alfred's face.

If there's a gas leak, I'll feel a little dizzy and I don't know how to do the surgery.

“Uh, uhm.”

Alfred soon lost consciousness.

At the same time, I looked back at Joseph.

“You put on gloves and put your hands in this.”

“Uh… … Uh uh.”

Then I put on my gloves and soaked my hands in the calcium chloride I had brought.

Alfred's stomach was also rubbed with the same disinfectant.

It immediately turns red, so I think I need to find a different disinfectant… … But there was no time to worry about that right now.

Now, it was time for surgery.