Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 88

Episode 88 Mercury. Mercury Chloride [2]

-Whoaaaa!

The screams echoing down the hallway were eerie at first glance.

It was natural.

Because it was the sound of catching people.

It seems like doctors in the 19th century could afford to be a little lazy, but their problem was that they were unnecessarily diligent.

'No… … If you're going to take a patient, you should ask… … right? Strictly speaking, he's not our patient.'

Another problem was that responsibility was unclear.

This is… … First of all, not only was there no such thing as a medical lawsuit, but there were also rare cases where there were proper records of who saw this patient and how.

If the patient next to me hadn't told me just now, wouldn't I, who is clearly an insider, have been dragged away without my knowledge?

Bulkhead.

Anyway, I followed the screams.

At the end of it all, there was a room that I had never seen before.

At first glance, it was a place that looked ominous.

Judging from the atmosphere, it seemed like it could be called a dissection lab.

In the first place… … does it make sense to have a dissection lab right next to the ward?

It's right to be here in many ways.

"oh."

“You’re here.”

As I opened the door and stepped inside, a sight even more horrifying than what I had imagined outside unfolded.

First of all, Jemel was laughing.

He didn't care even though Killian was shaking in fear in front of him.

Perhaps whatever the outcome, the intention was to be as dignified as possible in terms of treatment.

'No matter what, it's still like that… … .'

We don't smile like that when we swing a knife while performing surgery.

That was the very definition of a madman's smile.

Of course, this was just the beginning.

The real one was different.

“What… what did you do?”

Killian was drooling.

Why is it that in movies and dramas, people like this always give advice and die with a sane face… … That's exactly what he looked like.

Of course, that's only possible in movies and dramas, and in reality, the chances of things going wrong are much greater if you just keep wasting more and more effort.

“Haha. Do you know about a drug called Calomel?”

“Caramel… …?”

Isn't that a snack, not medicine?

Brown, sweet and sticky.

I've tried it a few times, but eating it never made me like that.

In the first place, if it's food that can end up looking like that, then it shouldn't be sold anywhere.

“It’s a drug that has undergone some kind of processing on mercury… … and it causes catharsis.”

“Catharsis… …?”

I, too, was a person who had read and written a little when I was young.

I especially liked novels.

I also knew that a good novel had a way of making me feel catharsis.

Whether it's a catharsis of a slightly low-class kind or a catharsis of a high-class kind… … .

“What are you talking about?”

I moved a little closer than before.

I wanted to run over there and check on Killian, but I was too scared.

I'm a surgeon and this is my first time seeing something like this in real life.

I'm really scared…

“Ugh, ugh. This. This!”

“Right. Looks like you need to change. Go ahead. Go as far as you want!”

“Ugh, ugh!”

Unfortunately, I did not receive an answer to my question.

That's because the situation changed drastically.

Killian, who had been drooling like a semi-conscious person just a moment ago, was suddenly grabbing his butt and whining like a puppy that needs something.

No, it was something I wanted to drink.

“Here, here.”

Jemel spoke to Killian like that.

He was pointing at the exposed iron plate.

For a moment, a question crossed Killian's face.

I had already reached my limit a long time ago, so I couldn't say anything meaningful, but that didn't matter.

That face is recognizable to anyone.

What do you mean, what the hell is this?

“Come here and fight.”

But Jemel was not human, he just pointed at the iron plate with a normal face.

“Ugh.”

In the end, it was Killian who gave in.

Killian, whose name even sounds strong, the Irish sailor who symbolizes a strong person, lowered his pants and squatted down on the iron plate in front of many people.

Then he excreted something indiscriminately, and it was black in color.

“The bile is coming out. Yes, let’s pour out all the bad things inside. Then the syphilis will be cured.”

“No. This… … .”

“It looks like this is your first time seeing this. It’s not a method I use often, haha. It’s definitely effective.”

“What is… this… … .”

This crazy guy.

There must have been a lot of things mixed up there.

But I can assure you that there was absolutely no syphilis.

No, that color wasn't caused by bile.

That's… … .

That's a color I see a lot when I'm on duty in the emergency room.

'Melena… … .'

When you think of bloody stool, you usually think of something red, but that usually happens when there is bleeding from the anus, rectum, or colon.

Bleeding in the upper abdomen and gastrointestinal tract tends to appear black rather than red because the water in the blood is absorbed and the iron is oxidized.

Rather than being completely black, it has a bit of a sheen like Jjajangmyeon… … .

“Killian, aren’t you feeling dizzy?”

“I feel dizzy… … uh… … .”

That textbook example was right here.

I don't know what the ingredient in the drug was, whether it was caramel or naval, but it seemed to have caused the gastrointestinal bleeding.

At the same time, it seems that the activity of the intestines increases and this is how it is discharged… … .

In short, it meant that something big had happened.

“Your face has become whiter. Good.”

Meanwhile, Jemel said it was good to see Killian, whose face had turned pale due to acute bleeding.

I felt like he had received some kind of order.

'Revenge… … ? Is that it?'

Are you going to torture me to death under the pretext of providing treatment?

If so, then your current behavior and attitude are completely understandable.

That's right.

If not, then it's not right for people to do this to each other, right?

“As usual, Professor.”

“Yes, I’ll write it down. Caramel is a very effective laxative. Should I just sell it outside?”

“Do you think it will sell well?”

ah.

Are they just devil cubs?

I listened to the conversation going back and observed Killian's condition.

I was afraid that the medicine called caramel might have a bad effect on me like other poisons, so I put on the gloves I had been carrying around in my arms.

It was a little dirty because it was for protection rather than disinfection, but I think if I were Killian, I would appreciate this kind of attention.

“Are you okay? Sit down for now. Here. No, stop talking… … .”

“Ugh… … Thank you… … Thank you… … Leave me here… … Please… … .”

Have you ever seen a grown man beg?

Even to anyone who sees him, he looks rough?

I don't know about other people, but at least it was my first time.

That's why I felt so strange.

Something… I feel like I want to help somehow?

“I’ll pick some out when the bread rots, so hold on until then.”

As I thought about it, I thought of the bread rotting all over my senior's house.

Wouldn't one of them be Penicillium, the raw material for penicillin?

Of course, you'll end up eating some other bad things too.

It seemed like I had already had enough of the bad stuff.

"Not…

Killian screamed, misinterpreting my words.

Well, the phrase "stale bread" doesn't exactly sound good.

But I can't forgive you for ignoring my kindness…

“Okay. Before this effect completely wears off.”

Just as I was about to feel sorry for Killian, one of Jemel's assistants, who walked briskly as if he didn't smell anything, pulled up Killian's pants.

“No, at least give me a chance to clean it.”

Since the transformation is soft, it will really ask a lot… … .

There was no use saying such things.

If there was even one person who cared about cleanliness, this hospital bed would be a mess.

In the meantime, Joseph, Alfred, and I were diligently washing our hands and changing the sheets, which in some ways seemed closer to heresy than miracle.

This was a time when most people were not at all interested in hygiene, but rather acted as if they believed that they had to be clean.

The problem is that doctors do the same thing… … .

“Okay… … get in!”

While I was mumbling, and while Killian was mumbling too, Killian was pushed back into another room that was inside the room.

"uh……."

There was something like a coffin in that room.

No, is it a coffin?

Is it execution now?

Just as this thought occurred to me, the assistants actually opened the coffin.

There was something in it.

When I just looked at it with my eyes, it was something beautiful in its own way.

“This is… … .”

“Quicksilver… … It’s mercury. It’s precious. It’s not easy to obtain.”

It didn't seem like it would be easy.

Quicksilver, or fast-moving silver, was considered quite precious.

Of course, some industries may have been treated that way even in the 21st century, but as far as I could see, the heyday of mercury was likely to remain in the barbaric age.

For example, something like now… … ?

“Get in!”

“Huh? Where… … Why are you here now?”

“Don’t worry. There’s a hole like that on the face side so you can breathe. You’re just going to submerge your body.”

“So… … why… … ?”

“Treatment. I know that. I’ve heard a lot about that guy being a bad guy. But as a doctor, you have to do your best when you see a patient. Don’t feel bad about it.”

“No… … That’s not it… … No… … .”

I tried to stop him, but it was no use.

The conversation between Jemel and I was running on a strange parallel track, so there was no point in trying to persuade him.

What the hell.

While I hesitated for a moment, Killian was laid down in the coffin.

“Ugh, ugh!”

“Uh… … Shut up. You’re going to lose some precious mercury.”

"her……."

There were some inappropriate threats.

It's true that mercury shouldn't be used… … But is it okay to do that by immersing a human body in mercury? … .

'Maybe this is where the saying 'soaking a person' comes from… '

The situation was so dire that I had this thought.

Anyway, Killian was already exhausted from the torture that had continued for several days, and he had just pooped a lot of blood, so he had no strength left, so he soon lay down in the coffin obediently.

“Stay like this.”

“What effect will this have?”

At this point, I too became a little curious.

It wasn't because I didn't know that the treatment was ineffective.

Rather, there will only be side effects.

Still, don't these people have some kind of faith?

They are supposedly doctors, but they are installing them.

So I asked.

“Effective? Of course. It makes you drool… … The bacteria inside boils up and comes out.”

“Yes… … I see.”

“Mercury comes from the earth. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

"yes yes."

Naturally, some ridiculous things came out.

but.

Aren't these doctors the ones who, seeing mothers dying one after another, thought it was the air or the energy of the universe?

‘Today… … When I get home, I’ll immediately look for stale bread.’

I looked at poor Killian and started to think about the stale bread I would give him.