Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 94

Episode 94 Antibiotics [2]

The discussion didn't take long, as fungal infections were intentionally ruled out.

I felt a little guilty, but… … .

'It's much better than putting the patient in that state.'

Wouldn't it be better to bring something than to let the patient suffer to death from meaningless treatment?

It might have been better to do nothing.

Wouldn't that be so?

really…….

That's murder.

And in a very cruel way.

'Ahh.'

I was looking around at the people spread out in the torture room without realizing it.

Liston was looking at him with the same gaze.

“Look, is this treatment? Is this the kind of treatment that makes you tremble in pain?”

To be honest, it was a bit too much for Liston to say.

This person is the one who pushed the patient's suffering to the limit.

He's a really scary person… … .

“Stop this pointless thing. Follow me.”

Of course, it was more effective because it was said by that kind of person.

I feel like I'm going to be swinging a sword named Liston Carl anytime soon.

No, even if I just swing my fist… … .

Anyway, Jemel was dragged away with a bewildered expression on his face, led by Liston's hand.

The same was true for the assistants.

Behind him, he left behind a patient whose face now looked as if he had lived.

I came out after patting one of them on the shoulder.

“Go, thank you.”

He thanked me.

It remained to be seen whether this could be done till the end.

'Would you still do that, knowing that you'd soon have to eat stale bread?'

Don't you say all kinds of curse words?

It didn't seem like much.

Couldn't that be possible?

It's stale bread.

No matter how bad the treatment of London workers was during this period, they didn't give them anything rotten.

“Look. These are all syphilis patients. They were sent from prison, and they are all in bad shape.”

“Hmm. But… … right now… … ?”

“There’s only a scar left? It’s all healed.”

“That person?”

“Oh, I’m dying from another problem.”

Arriving at our treatment room, Liston stealthily covered the patient who was literally being eaten to death by germs with his huge body.

Then he spoke to me with his mouth.

-Put it away.

her.

Telling the patient to get rid of it.

But it was an unavoidable situation.

I really hate the saying, "the sacrifice of the cow for the sake of the generation"…

'Right now… …this is the only way.'

Until science advances and refinement methods are developed accordingly, shouldn't we do it this way for now?

-Don't dissect it.

Still, that didn't seem right.

What kind of life do you have to live to think about cutting someone alive with a knife as soon as they die?

I shook my head at that thought and took the patient out.

In the span of what could almost be called a fleeting moment, the patient's condition continued to worsen.

I looked inside his mouth with my gloves on just in case, and the roof of his mouth was already black.

I couldn't look into the nose because there was no endoscope or light, but it was obvious even without looking.

It was probably rotting away.

“Seo, teacher.”

As I was clicking my tongue, the patient called me.

Looking back, it looked a bit strange.

He was looking somewhere else, not at me.

What is the reason?

I thought so, and that made me feel like shit.

“The eyes… … the eyes are weird… … .”

Since it has invaded the nose, it would probably go to the eyes as well.

It probably didn't invade the eye itself, but rather the muscles that allow it to move around.

The direction of both eyes was different.

In other words, double vision would have occurred.

“That could be. That could be. Doesn’t it hurt?”

“It hurts… It hurts.”

Joseph, who had been standing next to me, opened his mouth at the patient's words.

“What's going on?"

Even though the signs of death were already clear, we didn't even know what was going on.

It was worth it.

Because we live in a world where not knowing something is taken for granted.

No, should I say that it is taken for granted that you don't know what you don't know?

Anyway, I shook my head again and said.

“First… … . Let me pray… … .”

pray.

What may have been a wonderful expedient for a single believer was also evidence of impotence for a physician.

It wasn't until the 19th century that we had this experience.

Even in the 21st century, we have seen enough unavoidable deaths.

Because humanity was still dying.

Every time, my teacher looked up at the sky for a moment.

What on earth did he, a materialist, see?

I don't know.

“Yes, I pray.”

“Everyone, close your eyes.”

Everyone except me was probably thinking of God.

These believers before becoming doctors began to pray sincerely for the patients.

In fact, it's not like doctors in this era were all bad guys, right?

Rather, the will to save him was stronger.

It's just that knowledge and experience don't follow.

“Lord, your Lamb has now returned to your bosom.”

I don't, we surrounded the patient and said a prayer.

The patient's focus had long since dispersed.

Will he still be conscious?

It was something unknown.

I've already had two cramps on the way here.

This could be said to be an example of how terrifyingly a fungus can invade once it begins to invade.

'They say that hearing remains until the end.'

It was not a story, but a fact proven through neuroscience.

It was said that it was not for nothing that hospice wards and other wards ask people to whisper their last words into the ear of the dying person.

So I prayed a blessing in the patient's ear.

Looking at the sign hanging around his neck, he was a murderer who could not be given any leniency, but I did it because I was a doctor, not a judge who handed down punishment.

-It's not our job to judge the value of a human being. Let's just save them first.

That's what my teacher told me.

I'm still not sure if he was respectable as a human being, but he was respectable as a doctor.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that I learned all my medical skills from him.

"amen."

So I ended my prayer by saying something that would comfort the patient as much as possible.

When I looked back, there was a patient in a condition where it was difficult to tell whether he was alive or dead just by looking at him.

The occasional cramps had subsided, and the rising and falling of the rib cage had stopped.

There may have been a faint breath escaping, but it was meaningless.

'It's sad.'

If it were the 21st century… … .

It wasn't to the point where he wouldn't have had to die, he would have been able to live without any problems.

'It doesn't mean anything.'

Isn't this land where I stand with my two feet the 19th century London?

I shook my head and told an employee I knew to make sure to send it to the cemetery, then went back to Liston.

“This is medicine?”

"okay!"

“Did Killian eat that too?”

“Yes. I ate it. That’s why I feel better! Not because of your crappy treatment!”

“Hmm… … Certainly… … It’s nice to see it’s gotten this much better… … .”

“So shouldn’t we present this to the academic world?”

“Hmm… … I see. I understand… … I understand. I understand, so how about you put that fist down for now?”

“Hahaha! I knew you’d understand! Alright!”

“Eek.”

Even though not that much time had passed, Jemel had already fallen for the stale bread medicine theory.

To be honest, I don't know if I fell for the punches or the words.

The important thing was that this rotten bread antibiotic theory would be published in the academic world.

'Well… … Even if I announce it, not everyone will accept it right away… … .'

How long do you think it took to build trust in academia?

'Because they're a mess themselves, they have a strong tendency to think that others are a mess too.'

Isn't it true that in order to trust someone, it is essential to know whether or not you yourself are trustworthy?

It was a law that a conman could never trust others.

For the same reason, trust in academic journals is at rock bottom at this point.

Even leaving aside the fact that everyone manipulates data, I've heard that there are also kids who write papers based on imagination.

Who would have thought that a medical paper could be written based on imagination?

You may wonder if this makes sense, but if you turn your head and look at the hospital, you will see that they are actually giving ridiculous treatments to patients, so it is not unreasonable.

'Still… … It's important that it's announced.'

If there was anything that could help persuade the people around me, wouldn't it?

Moreover, this was especially true for syphilis, which only required one treatment.

This may not lead to extermination, but it will in any case result in many more people surviving than before.

“Okay. Okay. Doctor Pyeong!”

After threatening Jemel like that, Liston called me.

There was a faint madness in his eyes, so I was a little scared, but I approached him confidently, knowing that there was no way this man would do anything to me now.

“Why are you so nervous? This bread, I mean. Let’s try to grow it as much as possible. Alfred. You have to make some sacrifices. Let’s use one of those rooms as a place to let the bread rot.”

“Oh, yes yes.”

“Yes, that’s right. Let’s do that.”

I started to bow down with Alfred.

“Ugh, ugh!”

Then a scream was heard from somewhere.

Now that the mercury treatment has been discontinued, something else must be going on.

'what?'

I looked back at the place where the scream had come from with a bewildered face.

Not just me, everyone did that.

Liston, a so-called master of famous medicine who was especially incompetent when it came to patients, had already started moving.

I was already smiling at the thought of someone cutting off my leg.

Crazy guy.

“Oh, are you going too?”

Of course, I'm crazy too, so I walked along with him.

No, it's a bit weird to just say it like that.

There was also the purpose of trying to stop him before he did anything else crazy.

Most doctors in this era are quacks but at the same time very courageous.

It was so scary because no matter what illness he came with, he would do something outrageous.

“Ugh, hurry up! Hurry up and do something!”

Anyway, I ran as fast as I could, and there was a patient running wild.

They say it's an emergency room, but it doesn't have any modern facilities, so it just feels like I'm running around in a room.

Even so, it was of little use.

The situation seemed to be resolved soon, even without going to Liston's assistants.

These days, medical staff are half thugs.

“Oh! Stay still!”

“Tie it up!”

Look at that.

It's already tied up.

Uh, uh uh.

Muzzling is crossing the line… … .

“It looks like you were bitten by a rabid dog.”

Liston, who was in a position to stop it before anyone else, muttered with a sad face.

"rabies……?"

“Is this your first time seeing me?”

"that……."

I saw it for the first time.

Not only are there almost no dog bite incidents, but it is safe to say that rabies has now virtually disappeared from South Korea.

It seemed like things were different here.

“Isn’t that dog that was captured there foaming at the mouth? I guess I’ll have to try whatever I can.”

Compared to me, he seemed so skilled, almost like a professional.

'How did you treat it?'

Even while I was busy trying to recall my memories, the hospital staff was moving diligently.

In other words, he was doing something stupid.

“Hey, Indu?”

I was trying to support people.