Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 96

Episode 96 Rabies [2]

“Hey!” “Brother!”

But even so, can't they slaughter dogs in a hospital?

Everyone nearby, including me, united as one and tried to stop him.

Only then did Liston realize that this might be slightly inappropriate, and he slowly lowered his sword.

Of course, even so, there was no way for the dog to survive.

Boohoo.

As soon as they arrived at Liston's villa near London, a knife flew like lightning.

I told him that it was a surgical knife and that it was a rabid dog, but it didn't help.

-Can't you just wipe it?

It wasn't exactly a wrong statement.

It's not like we can use disposable knives just because we're infected patients, right?

Of course, in modern medicine, disposable blades are used for any patient… … .

Anyway, I just sterilize the rest of the equipment and use it.

“Turn it off!”

Anyway, it was fortunate that Liston swung it.

The dog was so large that it made you wonder what it ate in London, where there is not even enough food for people, let alone being small, and yet it died with one stroke of the sword.

There was no need to cause unnecessary suffering just because the dog had rabies, so it was a good thing for both parties that they went that way.

“Now, but… … how are we going to separate the brain and the medulla oblongata here?”

Now it was up to me.

Even Liston looked embarrassed, so what about me who had to do it myself?

'Ugh… … I really fu*king don't want to do this… … .'

People praised me as a genius in anatomy and such, but that was only possible because I had done so much.

What about the anatomy of a dog?

What do you know?

I never thought about it.

If you even get pricked in the hand while doing this, it would be a really big problem.

I thought I might get rabies.

There's no map for that.

“Haha, just watch.”

But maybe because I've been acting like a Joseon genius for so long, I was a smooth sailor, contrary to my expectations.

Shit… … .

Why do you keep joking?

“At first glance, it looks like I can just cut through here and go in.”

Honestly, I couldn't see anything because of the hair.

Yet my mouth was constantly producing jokes as if it had learned the art of ventriloquism.

Sizzle.

Anyway, I had to be careful even though I was wearing a mask, so I brought gloves first.

If you dissect a dog here and it falls apart, wouldn't this really be the death of the dog?

“Hmm.”

Joseph and Alfred, who were following me as my assistants, put on their gloves.

His facial expression wasn't very good.

It had to be that way, since I had to get the dog's brain and training.

Maybe if I told you that there is a risk of infection, it would get worse… … .

'There's no need to do that, right?'

Even though the 19th century was a time when everything was poor, the sturdiness of the armor was so great that it was superior to that of the 21st century.

It had to be that way.

This is so thick.

It is bound to be disadvantageous in microsurgery, but… … .

It didn't matter because I wasn't trying to save the dog.

Ji-i-ik.

Anyway, I aimed for the back of the dog's neck with the dissecting scalpel I had brought from the hospital, but then I changed my mind.

I remember watching a YouTube video where they cooked while doing a nutria extermination exercise, so I did that.

When you do anything with a furred animal, you basically have to skin it.

When I thought about it, it seemed like it would really happen, so I made an incision along the side of the backbone.

Since I had no intention of doing anything with the meat, it was relatively easy, and since I was actually used to using a knife, it wasn't too slow.

Tididdick.

Why?

In fact, the structure of mammals cannot be dramatically different for each species.

First of all, the principle of peeling was the same.

So I skinned the dog pretty quickly, at a speed that would have been frustrating for a slaughterman, and then I was back to facing the back of the dog's neck.

Crack.

From then on, it was a series of actions that would be difficult to describe in detail.

This was because the bones had to be cut as precisely as possible while at the same time preserving the spinal cord and brain.

Although there were some parts that were slightly damaged here and there, the cerebrospinal fluid itself was collected almost completely intact.

“Now let’s… … dry this in the sun.”

I put the result on the tray.

It would be better if I knew exactly what Louis Pasteur did, but since most of what I remember is at the level of a genealogy, it is limited.

Whatever it was, it would have been weakened by drying it.

How long should I dry it?

'Before corruption takes effect… … At most, maybe three days?'

The only problem was that the French year and the London year were quite different.

Thanks to having escaped to the suburbs, I couldn't see the thick smoke… … .

The sun was weak here to begin with.

No wonder they asked Elon Musk if solar power could be produced in the UK.

Of course, since plants grow quite well here, it seems that solar energy is transmitted well… … .

'I don't know… … It's not like this is the only dog with rabies anyway.'

Maybe this would be easier than growing mold.

It would be extremely difficult to find a rabid dog in South Korea, but here, wild dogs are ubiquitous and most of them are at risk of rabies.

Thinking like that made me feel a little more relaxed.

“Phew.”

With a sigh, he shook off the rest of his worries and handed the tray to Liston.

While I was sipping a drink with Joseph and Alfred, he used his significantly taller frame to hoist the tray onto the roof in one go.

“But what if it rains?”

"ah."

Then he started making creepy noises.

But at the same time, it was also something to be concerned about, at least here.

Maybe it's because Britain is an island country, but it rains a lot.

‘Poisoning… … If it gets wet in the rain, it doesn’t seem like it’ll end like that… … .’

Maybe it won't rot?

I thought so, since moisture is the biggest problem factor for decay.

“Well… …let’s try praying.”

Unlike me, whose face immediately began to rot away, Liston's reaction was lukewarm.

It could be because I'm already drunk.

That could be because I didn't have any particular expectations.

Considering all the miracles I've shown so far, it's a little frustrating that it came out like that…

'Rabies was an incurable disease for a really long time.'

Considering the majesty of rabies, it wasn't unreasonable.

In fact, even in the 21st century, rabies that has progressed to a certain degree cannot be cured, right?

During this period, if you were not very lucky, it was a disease that would definitely kill you.

“Yes, we should pray.”

Besides, Liston wasn't the type of person who could be persuaded, so I didn't talk to him any further.

Sometimes the only way is prayer.

fu*k.

I can't believe this is what happens when you're a scientist.

That being said, there was no other viable option.

I don't know if I should have a UV sterilizer…

Would something like that make sense?

It was a yard without even a light bulb.

“Drink first. Who would have thought that syphilis could be cured with rotten bread? Oh, my. I can’t believe it even though I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Me too.”

Liston drank his drink with a look of absolute amazement on his face.

Strictly speaking, I wasn't old enough to drink yet, but how could I not drink when an adult gave it to me, and it was Liston at that?

Besides, I was exhausted because I never imagined that I would be feeding stale bread to people.

When I close my eyes, I keep thinking about people who pooped because of mercury, and people who vomited after eating rotten bread…

'Is this trauma?'

I was quite physically and mentally exhausted, even worrying that it might rain on the brain and brain tissue of the rabid dog that was left outside.

“Oh my… … .”

I think I only had a few drinks, but I felt like my body was going numb.

“Why is this guy like this?”

“Really? I think you had a drink?”

In the midst of my confusion, various conversations were going on above my head.

“I know I’m drunk, but it seems like our church isn’t particularly good at anything other than medicine.”

“Yes, the peppers are small too… … and I can’t drink alcohol either.”

Who said that?

Hearing is a sense that remains even when death is imminent.

Even though this is something that a doctor should know, our 19th century doctors were just talking nonsense as if they had no idea about it.

“But is that really the price of chili peppers?”

“But I saw it.”

“What do you mean… I guess I’m not getting married.”

“No, it’s not that bad… … .”

“I’m actually worried about you too.”

"professor……."

"what."

"no."

To my dismay, my memory was cut off from this conversation.

When I woke up, I was able to see Liston with a normal face.

Looking at the empty bottles of alcohol, it seems like I drank a ton even after I passed out. How could that be?

Surely, if he had been born in the past, he would have become an incredibly strong knight among knights?

“Are you awake?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Go. I’ll be late. Why can’t I drink?”

“I… I’m sorry.”

Of course, it wasn't that scary just because it was now, so I followed him outside silently.

Outside stood Joseph and Alfred, in a much more battered state than Liston.

“Oh… … .”

“Oh my… … .”

I was almost like a zombie, but I had no choice.

That would have been the case if you were trying to match the liston and the assistant.

Anyway, we took the carriage back to lovely London.

There was shit everywhere, rats running around, dogs barking menacingly, and smoke covering the sky… … .

As I was describing it, it seemed like hell, but as I got used to it and lived there, it was worth living there.

“Eww!”

No, that's not true… … .

As soon as I entered the hospital, I started hearing those screams.

This is something I hear all the time… … .

Today was a little different.

"child……?"

“Hmm. This isn’t good.”

No matter how you heard it, it was a child's scream.

That one looked like a girl too.

If this was really strange, it was strange.

With my experience, or even Dr. Liston's, I should be able to get used to seeing people in pain, but why can't I do that when it comes to children in pain?

With that thought in mind, I unconsciously started walking towards the place where the screams came from.

“This, this too… … .”

There stood a young girl with a dog bite mark on her arm and a girl of similar age, holding a frying pan.

Now that I look at it, it was actually my sister holding the frying pan who was screaming.

The child who was bitten did not even groan, even though his expression was distorted.

“With this? This is too big. I guess I’ll have to use a soldering iron. Where’s the dog?”

This time too, the doctor in charge was looking for a fire, perhaps thinking of using a soldering iron.

I called the dog, and it started drooling as if it was natural.

“fu*k.”

I cursed without realizing it and approached the child.

Will it be cured?

I don't know about this kind of thing.

But can't we just leave it like this?

“Hey, what’s your name?”

The basic treatment was to first ask the patient's name.

This was especially true for children, as it had a reassuring effect.

By distracting the mind, it may also relieve some of the pain.

“Emily Brontë.”

“Emily Brontë… …?”

However, it was I who ended up being distracted.

'Wuthering Heights… …?'