Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 93

Episode 93 Antibiotics [1]

“Hmm… … .”

“That’s amazing.”

It's already been three days since the prisoners were brought in.

In the meantime, there was only one stale bread they had to chew and swallow.

That's because I designed it that way on purpose.

'If it was another infectious disease, the dosage would have to be different… … For syphilis, this is enough for now, or we can just watch and see.'

If it had been a literally different infectious disease, that is, an infectious disease caused by a different bacterium, this type of observation could have been quite dangerous.

Why?

Even if the medication works well, the course of the disease itself may not be easy.

Taking antibiotics once means that the time to reach therapeutic dose is that short… … .

Will all the fungi die during that time?

It would be a difficult task for anyone who wasn't extremely vulnerable to penicillin.

'This kid is slow… … .'

However, syphilis is a disease that has plagued mankind for a very long time, so it is a disease that mankind is familiar with.

The story was that it was a disease designed to keep the host alive as long as possible and maintain its infectiousness for a long time while lowering the mortality rate.

Thanks to this, even if there was a little bit of mold left due to insufficient capacity, it wasn't a huge deal.

If the patient died, it was most likely from causes other than syphilis.

“It got better.”

“Hmm… … . I guess nothing remains but a scar.”

While I was thinking about such high-level medical ideas, our 19th century doctors were expressing admiration.

It was something that could happen.

Isn't syphilis an incurable disease?

That was like eating a loaf of stale bread, or at least making a big difference.

“Pyeong-ah… … What the heck are you… … .”

“How did you do it?”

It was no coincidence that Joseph and Alfred reacted this way.

And they weren't the only ones.

“I really thought you were a genius… … This is really… … .”

“Wow, that’s incredible. Incredible. The word genius isn’t enough!”

Liston and Blundell also raised their hands.

He also laughed heartily, flashing his thumb.

The good news is that at least there was no one talking about witches here.

Well, how could that be, considering how many times have I shown sincerity so far?

“You… … are truly amazing… … You must have received an abundance of the Lord’s grace.”

Even Killian came out like this, so it said everything.

Haha.

Yes, I have been blessed greatly.

If not, would I have been able to be reborn?

If I were a little more greedy, it would have been really nice if it had been the 1950s… … .

There were many things to enjoy even in the 19th century.

“Come on, don’t be so mean. There is one person who hasn’t been cured. We need to take a good look at him.”

Of course, it was not something I could continue to laugh out loud about.

There was just one person, but anyway, there was one person who was not cured.

‘No… … Saying that the treatment didn’t work is a bit… … .’

I would feel a lot better if it had just ended there.

This person appeared to have a yeast infection.

mold.

In other words, fungi.

'It's a fungal infection… '

Several horrific instances flashed before my eyes.

Fungi usually do not cause infections, but once they do, it is safe to say there is no cure.

Even with antifungal medication, eventually the infected area would have to be cut out, so it would not be an exaggeration to say that nothing could be done without antifungal medication.

Didn't you ever expect something like this to happen?

That wasn't it.

'It would be strange to expect that old syphilis patients… … especially those who had been in prison, would have normal immunity.'

I shook my head and looked at the patient.

The fever was rising tremendously.

At the same time, black spots appeared on the tongue and roof of the mouth.

The spots were evidence of a fungal infection.

'This can't be fixed… … There's nothing I can do.'

If it were my original self, I would have been overcome with guilt.

No, it's not like I don't feel guilty now.

However, it wasn't as strong as before.

I did it because I knew there was nothing I could do.

It's not easy to just ignore it, so I deliberately looked back.

There were other patients, those who had reacted positively to my stale bread.

“Why is this happening? It’s different from syphilis.”

“So. Hmm. What is it?”

Separately from me, Liston and Blundell began to open their mouths while seeing the same patient.

It would not be uncommon for fungal infections to occur in this day and age.

Rather, there should have been more, there shouldn't have been less.

I don't think we'll live as long as we do in the 21st century, but I do have diabetes.

Chronic diabetes tends to lead to immunodeficiency, and an unclean environment tends to increase any kind of infection.

'You're acting like it's the first time you're seeing me.'

However, the two of them had faces like they had just discovered an unknown disease.

It was probably half right.

It would be rare to find a patient at this stage when the infection is starting.

We've known since ancient times that diabetes was a strange disease, but we couldn't do anything about it until we developed insulin as a drug.

So, since they didn't even think about treating them and didn't hospitalize them, most patients with yeast infections were discovered after they were dead or in a severely ill state.

“I think we have no choice but to wait and see for now.”

“Is it boiling hot?”

“Willow, we might as well drink some water… …but we’re unconscious.”

“Well, that’s true. Why are you doing this?”

I licked my lips at Liston's question.

But all that came out of his mouth was the sound of the wind blowing.

I wondered if it was right to tell him that it was because of the mold, because of the rotten bread I fed him.

'That is true. But… … if the introduction of this drug is delayed because of that… … .'

It is currently being used on people who are likely to have suboptimal immunity, that is, people who have already progressed too far, so the probability of side effects is high.

If used on patients at an earlier stage, the risk of side effects could be lowered and the damage caused by syphilis could be dramatically reduced or eliminated.

'ha…….'

I let out some of my worries in one sigh and shook my head.

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, that’s right. How could you know everything?”

“Yes.”

“Anyway, this is something I think we should report to the academic world. The mold growing on bread left in the study on the second floor of Alfred’s house is effective against syphilis. Who would have ever imagined something like this?”

“That… that’s right.”

“Anyway, if we could mass-produce the same type of mold, London would no longer have to fear syphilis.”

Taking that as a signal, Liston planned to report it to the academic community.

Actually, he was a surgeon and had nothing to do with syphilis, but it didn't really matter.

It was like that in the first place because the world didn't have that much meaning in terms of specialized courses.

If Liston had said that starting tomorrow, I would like to see some OB/GYN patients, I could do that.

Of course, whether the patients will actually come or not is a different story… … .

“Please put in a connection through Jemel. If you are going to submit to an academic journal, it would be better to talk about it in advance.”

“Jemel… … But do you think he’ll agree? He’s completely into simultaneous mercury and mercuric chloride therapy right now.”

“Didn’t we prove that it wasn’t the cause?”

“That’s why. You won’t be upset… … .”

“Hahaha! What does it matter!”

Liston laughed at my words.

It wasn't because it was nonsense.

Wouldn't it feel bad if someone told you to your face that something was wrong?

Moreover, since you were wrong, it would have been even worse if you had asked us to help people listen to what you said.

But it was okay.

dripping.

Liston headed straight for Jemel.

Normally, he would be in the lab at this hour, but he wasn't in his right mind right now.

It must have been that he was intoxicated with a sense of omnipotence.

Well, that could be possible.

What if you thought you had cured syphilis, a disease that no one in history had ever been cured?

“Eww!”

“Please… please save me!”

Anyway, so we headed to the torture room, or rather, the mercury treatment room, not the lab.

For the time being, I don't know why mercury and treatment were lumped together…

“Ugh, ugh.”

“Eww!”

Inside, screams, groans, and the sound of something pouring out could be heard over and over again.

“I guess you can’t hear me.”

“What should I do? It’s locked.”

It seems like it was locked because it was too much to show to anyone.

I looked at Liston as the door creaked as I tried to open it, and instead of calling a locksmith, Liston grabbed the doorknob himself.

Splash.

Then I turned the doorknob and the door opened with a breaking sound.

“Is it open?”

"ah."

This would normally be called a broken thing.

“What? Huh? You… … ?”

Before he could even say anything like that, Liston strode inside.

Traces of all kinds of torture were scattered inside.

People with bloodshot eyes.

People who vomit.

People with diarrhea.

And the excrement they poured out… … .

"no way."

Liston walked carefully between them and reached Jemel.

As always, he had a brain that was a little bigger than everyone else's and looked down with an intimidating expression.

“Why… … why but.”

He must have been intentionally making a face, but since the smell was already making a face naturally, even Jemel, who was close to him, stuttered when he spoke.

I probably would have done the same.

Because that guy was a really scary person.

“Why would you do that? Just stop this nonsense. You don’t really believe that vomiting and diarrhea will get rid of syphilis, do you?”

“No… …Why all of a sudden? Didn’t you think it sounded plausible yesterday too?”

“You think that’s plausible? I said it was nonsense.”

"no……."

“Why? Do you think differently?”

“No, that’s not it. I think so.”

Liston continued, demonstrating that he could manipulate not only his own thoughts but also those of others.

“Anyway, we tried the experiment and it doesn’t make sense.”

“No… … What. Look here. I’m not alone.”

Jemel looked around at his assistants and patients.

The assistants looked bewildered, but the patients were glaring at Jemel as if they were going to kill him.

They weren't people who had been arrested for doing something wrong; they were just people who were sick.

“Does it matter?”

“Oh, no.”

But the moment Liston thrust his fist, everything else disappeared from sight, and only the fist became visible.

“Listen. Look at this.”

“Isn’t this… rotten bread?”

“Don’t write impressions. Just look.”

“Oh, I see.”

And so an in-depth discussion began.