Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 97

Episode 97 Stormy Hill… … ? [1]

Emily Bronte.

Stormy Hill.

When we talk about classics, aren't there common prejudices that people have?

It would have been well-written, so it would have been a classic masterpiece, and I, who only studied medicine, have no right or reason to say anything about it… … But somehow, I thought it might not be very interesting?

So, for quite some time, I didn't devote any time to reading classics other than studying Korean for the college entrance exam.

'The works that broke that prejudice were <The Moon and Sixpence> and <Wuthering Heights>… '

It was interesting to learn later that Somerset Maugham, the author of The Moon and Sixpence, praised Wuthering Heights, which had previously been underappreciated, as an immortal work, leading to its reevaluation.

Anyway.

Now was not the time to be thinking like that.

'Emily Brontë… died young?'

Are you thirty?

He must have died by then.

Looking at it from the perspective of the times, one might wonder if it was okay for him to die so young.

but…….

It occurred to me that rabies might have played a role in it in some way.

“Emily Brontë… … is that your name?”

"yes."

With my mind barely in order, I asked the child again.

When I looked at it that way, his eyes were so bright that they seemed to sparkle.

Yeah, I guess that's why I wrote something like that.

“My little brother… … is there something wrong with his name?”

Even though I was wearing a doctor's gown, I was Asian and instead of doing anything, I was just asking questions when my older sister, who was standing next to me, stepped forward.

If we only consider the fact that this person looks smart, he doesn't look that bad.

It was a natural thing.

'Charlotte Brontë… … <Jane Eyre>.'

The work that my sister left behind is none other than <Jane Eyre>.

This too… …was fun to watch.

Well written.

So, it must have remained a masterpiece and been made into a movie several times.

In other words, they were genius sisters… … but I had no idea that one of them had been bitten by a dog when he was young.

'Is that obvious?'

Even though I was a medical student and read quite a bit, how much would I have read if it wasn't my major?

Moreover, since I lived like a slave during my internship and residency, the only literature I read during that time was papers and textbooks.

So, it's a bit too much to call me ignorant.

“No, that’s a good name. You’ll become a great person.”

“How can a woman become a great person?”

Oh oh.

also.

That's why I left behind <Jane Eyre>.

This was in a time when only pretty and obedient female protagonists appeared.

It felt strange to meet the author whose work I really liked in person.

So maybe that's why, even though I was being sarcastic, there was still a smile on my face.

“Why are you so determined? It could be possible. But, to do that… … I have to solve this.”

“I brought a frying pan. Use this… … Please fry it with this.”

“No, that won’t work.”

It's horrible enough to be soldered with an iron, but a frying pan?

If I hadn't seen it at all, I would have just stood by and watched.

Because it is the limit of the times.

But I saw it.

And it was Emily Brontë.

When talking about writers representing 19th century Britain, his name is always mentioned!

However, he died at the age of thirty, so his only work is Wuthering Heights!

'I'll make you live longer, so write one more piece.'

Then the immortal work is doubled to 1+1.

Wow… … .

People of the future will be happy.

I wish I had more to read!

“What’s wrong! You’re not that old to me.”

Contrary to the grand vision I had in my head, the reality was cold.

“Yeah, why are you here all of a sudden? You even took a dog away yesterday. Huh? This yellow circle… … .”

Charlotte Brontë and even the doctor who had originally seen Emily joined in and began to criticize me.

what…….

It could be so, since on the outside I looked like a teenage boy at best.

In reality, he is young and, being Asian, he can't help but look younger than his peers, right?

But Charlotte didn't know it, but the doctor shouldn't have done that.

“What are you? You’re my brother. Doctor Pyeong. Don’t you know? He developed anesthetics and painkillers. He even recently created antibiotics.”

"that……."

“Why are your eyes rolling? You weren’t about to say the word monkey, were you?”

“Oh, no.”

Why?

There's Liston.

If you wanted to insult me in front of this guy, you'd have to bring in a whole company of armed soldiers.

No, it won't be easy though.

He's the guy who cut off the police chief's mother's leg.

“Hey, this guy is really good. He also happens to be very knowledgeable about dog bite wounds.”

“Who are you, sir? Can you guarantee this person’s skills?”

and…….

That didn't seem to be the case either.

Charlotte Brontë looked up at Liston with wide eyes.

Honey, you can't do that.

It can't be used.

This guy is a doctor in name only but a thug in heart.

"ha ha ha!"

I was worried that I might get hit like that.

Liston laughed heartily as if he were a rich kid who had been slapped in the face, as if he was the first person to treat me like this, and continued speaking.

“My name is Dr. Liston. Don’t you know? I’m quite famous.”

“Ah… … Dr. Liston! I know.”

“And this guy is Doctor Pyeong. As I said before, he makes anesthetics, painkillers, antibiotics, etc.”

It's still a bit too early to call it an anesthetic, painkiller, or antibiotic, but it's not entirely a lie, is it?

I laughed and shrugged my shoulders.

“Aha… … Hmm. I see. Then… … .”

I don't think that would have helped, but Charlotte Brontë started nodding at me anyway.

It was a good thing.

Because without trust there is no healing.

Especially in this day and age, treatment had to be even more so.

Anyone can see that only suspicious treatments are possible.

“I can guarantee you that wherever you go in London, I will provide you with the best treatment possible.”

The first thing that comes to mind is dog brain and dried kelp.

It may be absurd to say such things on such a topic, but it was a much more proper treatment than burning it.

Whatever it was, this is something that has been recorded in literature.

Our Dr. Louis Pasteur… … .

Since it was a document left behind by a person who changed the history of mankind, it could not be helped but be trusted.

“Um… …what do you think?”

Charlotte rolled her eyes, her heart somewhat shaken, and looked at Emily.

Instead of that, Emily looked back and forth between me, the frying pan, and the soldering iron that the doctor had just brought out, then grabbed my hand, thinking that whatever it was, it would be better than a hot soldering iron or frying pan.

“I’ll get it from this teacher.”

Yeah, that's it.

As expected from the author of Wuthering Heights, it was a wise choice.

I said with a laugh.

“I thought about it carefully. Let me take a look at the wound first.”

"yes."

“This might hurt a little, is that okay?”

“I can bear it.”

Although he seemed to be smiling, looking at the wound, it was clear that it wasn't in a very good condition.

It looks like you could get rabies or something.

'Maybe supporting this is the answer?'

In an era when people, let alone pets, didn't brush their teeth properly, would a mad dog roaming the streets brush its teeth?

As I glanced around, I saw a dog drooling.

I was looking around to see if there was anything I could ask, and as soon as Liston picked up the knife, I was groaning.

That doesn't mean he wasn't a crazy dog.

Was it like that yesterday too?

“Joseph, bring me some water. Boil it and bring it to me.”

"uh?"

“It’s not like you have to wash it with boiled water. You have to boil it to get rid of the bad guys inside.”

"ah."

Anyway, I decided to examine the wound first.

Fortunately, it's not raining, so the medicine(?) spread out on the roof should be okay, right?

Besides, it's not like we can slaughter this dog right now.

Since leaving a bite wound unattended is not a good idea, it seemed like it would be better to do what I could first.

“It’s going to be a bit bitter.”

Joseph had been a skilled assistant for a long time, so he boiled water without much difficulty.

It took a while to cool down, but since the weather in London can be either cool or chilly, it didn't take that long.

“Ugh.”

I poured some cold water over the child and examined his wound more closely.

As I was looking into it, I realized that the original principle was not to just ignore it, but to look at the wound and do something about it.

Treating someone without even knowing how badly they were hurt…

Isn't that really strange?

“You’re holding up well. Where… … hmm.”

As I washed it with water, the clumps of blood that had been stained and the dirty things that seemed to have been stuck on the dog's teeth were all washed away.

It wasn't just swelling, it was something I could do by rubbing it here and there with my gloved hands.

In other words, it was going to be really fu*king painful, but luckily Emily endured it well.

He was certainly an extraordinary person even at a young age, perhaps because he left his mark on history.

'It is dangerous to suture carelessly.'

When looking at the torn wound, it was natural for the surgeon's instinct to surge and squirm.

What kind of instinct is it?

It was the desire for sutures.

Even for me, even though the tools I have here are extremely crude, I can still stitch up a bite wound like this.

Fortunately, it wasn't bitten, but it was just bitten and let go, so it's possible, but anyway.

'If anaerobic bacteria grow inside… it will die.'

There is a saying, "dirty wound."

A typical example was the dog bite wound right in front of me.

There's no way something like this could be clean, right?

In any case, the treatment principles for these types of wounds had to be different from those for cuts or stab wounds.

If you treat it hastily, it can lead to results that are worse than not treating it.

'Then there is no <Wuthering Heights>… … .'

and.

How can I bear that guilt?

With this in mind, I examined the wound very carefully and decided to only suture the torn muscle and leave the superficial wound as is.

“Are you planning to leave it like this?”

Of course, it was not satisfactory in the eyes of the surgeons.

Aren't we the kind of people who feel better when we cut something off and get rid of it, and feel better when we sew something up?

It is no exaggeration to say that Liston reached the ultimate.

"yes."

But that doesn't mean we can close things that shouldn't be closed.

"why?"

Of course, I couldn't just close it.

There had to be a basis.

That's what it should have been like if it had been Liston, not Joseph or Alfred.

“There used to be a saying like this in Joseon.”

It wasn't something that came to mind and made me talk about Joseon.

Just from experience, when I try to joke about something, it just comes out naturally?

The bee is coming out, that's what it said.