Dark-Haired British Doctor Chapter 98

Episode 98 Stormy Hill… … ? [2]

“Do you think that makes sense now… … ?”

It seemed like not all of this was going to work.

Well, I think this time we crossed the line a bit.

Joseon isn't some fantasy country, so why would there be such a thing as a chin-chin case every time something happens?

“But… … if it’s a country that can produce people like you… … I guess it could be possible.”

"oh."

"oh?"

no…….

It worked.

If you ask me to go to Joseon together later, I'll have to run away.

– Among our officers, those who are wounded by a sledgehammer, instead of suturing them, they just bandage them and stop the bleeding. Do you know why? Because they can't suture them? No! It's because they believe that if you close a wound from a blunt object that's covered in someone else's blood and flesh, you'll be cursed and rot. It may not be a curse, but… … It's true. So it's better to avoid it.

The Joseon that is in their minds right now is… … .

What should I say?

Rather than a country of seclusion, perhaps it is a country of medicine?

Hippocrates, Galen, etc. working in the fields… … .

In reality, Joseon is no different from the Confucian Taliban at this point, so if I went with them, I might get beheaded.

I'll either die by Liston's hands or by the hands of the constables…

“No, no. I don’t know if it’s okay to equate a blunt object with a dog, but it can’t hurt to be careful.”

“That’s true… … But isn’t it clear that it’s not supported? Look carefully. Isn’t there a little bit of blood coming out?”

“What would happen to a person if he bleeds that much?”

Anyway, Emily Brontë was finally able to escape the pressure of the iron.

Of course, our proud 19th century doctors, including Liston, were still licking their lips at the sight of Emily's wounds.

There was a little bit of blood coming out of each word.

From a medical standpoint, it was right to stop that too.

I thought that if I heated up something like fine tweezers instead of a soldering iron… … it might be possible later on.

They say things like this when you say you have a headache and they just draw blood for you.

I decided to leave it alone for now.

“And what’s more important is whether what was on the dog’s teeth was weaker than what was on the corpse.”

“Aha… … That makes sense too.”

“If you look at the records, aren’t many of those who died from dog bites actually not dying from rabies?”

“Huh? What does that mean?”

Liston looked at me with a face that said he didn't understand English.

I made a slight mistake.

What I'm saying now is assuming that the other person is knowledgeable about the disease called rabies.

You're so knowledgeable?

If there was one area in which Liston could dare be called polymathic, it would probably be the anatomy of the limbs.

“Ah… … If you get rabies, don’t you drool excessively, have a fever, and become afraid of water?”

“Ah… … That’s right. That’s why they’re also called paratroopers.”

Just because it's called hydrophobia doesn't mean it's okay to make a fuss just by looking at stagnant water.

This was because the moment I drank water because I was thirsty, my larynx and diaphragm would spasm, causing excruciating pain.

After experiencing it once, from then on, you will experience symptoms of seizures even when just looking at water. Since medical knowledge and records at this time were not complete, there were many cases where it was passed down in a distorted form.

Anyway, since it is a fairly characteristic symptom, medical staff should be familiar with it.

Of course, if it had progressed to the point where this would have happened… … .

'Even in the 21st century, there aren't many methods.'

It was such a terrible disease that no treatment was effective.

It is indeed true that it is an incurable disease.

However, the vast majority of patients during this period were dying not from rabies but simply from bite wounds.

“But if you look at the records, there are a lot more patients who only have fever among those symptoms.”

“Hmm… … Whose record is this?”

“Professor Jemelina… … Anyway, here are the emergency room records.”

Even if you call it a record, there isn't much to it.

It was obvious that the SOAP format that I usually used at the hospital would not exist even if I tried, and there was no such thing as a common format.

Each doctor wrote whatever he wanted to write at that time.

Even that wasn't completely recorded because some people used it and some didn't.

I literally almost lost it yesterday while looking for it.

"ah……."

“If you look there, the most noticeable symptom is swelling at the site of the bite. Probably around here… … .”

I can't call an infection an infection… … .

Since I can't call a fungus a fungus, I'll just leave the hospital…

“This symptom must be caused by something bad getting stuck around the bite.”

“Wouldn’t that cause rabies and such?”

"ah."

Will it really take off?

Even though I have thoughts like this… … .

When I think about the fact that we are in a time when we don't even know about the existence of bacteria, let alone viruses, my anger, no, my rage has subsided a little.

“That may be so. But what if it isn’t? Isn’t it possible that there are different kinds of bad things?”

“Oh, really, if you look closely, you’re really good at leaps and bounds. First of all, it hasn’t even been proven whether evil exists… … To put it bluntly, up until now, the air theory has been the most popular.”

“Ah… … Yes. If that makes sense… … .”

“Seeing as hand washing is somewhat effective, it’s possible that it’s not. What kind of thing is that? Hehe.”

At my words, Liston laughed and soon opened the door at the end of the hallway.

“That kind of change in thinking is… … the source of your excellence. I support it.”

No matter how I looked at it, it seemed like it was nonsense.

It was okay though.

That doesn't mean you should stop me.

Look at it now.

First of all, you arranged a place for Emily to be admitted, right?

“Here… … ?”

Emily, who was never afraid of the iron, still kept her mouth shut.

So, it was my sister who opened her mouth now.

Jane Eyre, no, Charlotte Brontë.

“The other wards are a bit… … in that condition. This is the professor’s lab, and they brought in beds to use as inpatient wards.”

I pointed to the bed while covering the old Liston swords hanging on the wall with my bare hands, as the child looked very tired.

It's not that it wasn't, the beds here were in much better condition than the beds in other places.

First of all, I wash my bedding every day… … .

That alone could be seen as a huge difference.

Of course, since they saw all sorts of new patients here, it would be hard to say that it was very clean, but even so, compared to the general ward where the sheets were haphazardly stained with blood, pus, and feces, this was truly a special room.

“Ah… … Yes. But we don’t have money… … .”

“Money? It’s okay. I’ll see you on my way to work anyway. Is that okay, Professor?”

“Huh? That’s right. Strictly speaking, you’re not a doctor yet.”

“If you say that, won’t they feel really anxious?”

“But let’s say he’s better than most doctors. Isn’t that true?”

Somehow I don't think you're as grateful as I intended… … .

Whatever it was, it was fortunate that he didn't run away.

Anyway, I had no intention of receiving any money.

What kind of money is that when you're living off Alfred?

Besides, with condoms coming out soon, I wouldn't have any trouble supporting myself, even if it meant I wouldn't have a mountain of money.

Above all, these two were future great writers.

Rather, this is something that should be considered an honor on this side, that's what was said.

“So, I’ve decided to treat you, so please take good care of me. You can call me Doctor Pyeong.”

"thank you."

"yes."

After I formally greeted him, I examined the wound again.

It was to consider whether or not to bandage it.

Why are you worrying about this?

It was like that because bandages were truly a disaster at that time.

If you were to apply pressure, you would have to wrap it so tightly that it would cut off blood flow, and it would stick to the wound so much that when you tried to remove it, it would actually damage the wound.

In the first place, it can be said that there was no such thing as a bandage that was officially made.

This was the 19th century, a magical world where any piece of cloth could be ripped and turned into a bandage.

'I'd rather not do it.'

If possible, it would be better not to do it.

If you bleed to an unbearable level, there's nothing you can do.

Fortunately, little Emily was doing well, although her nutritional status was not perfect, and she was not deficient.

First of all, it was fortunate that the dog didn't bite badly.

As I was nodding my head with that thought, Charlotte opened her mouth.

“I hit it with a frying pan. It fell.”

“Aha. But how did you get bitten?”

I see.

You hit it with a frying pan.

Maybe Charlotte had more to do with saving Emily than I did.

Medical care during this time is worse than we thought.

“I was going to give them food. I learned that I should be kind to animals too.”

“Ah… … I see.”

I thought she was an orphan because only her older sister came… … .

That didn't seem to be the case.

Isn't it?

As I was wondering, the door opened with a bang and an old man with a haggard face came in.

“My daughter… … was bitten by a dog… … .”

“Oh, are you my father?”

“That’s right. You… … .”

And then the moment he saw my face, he froze.

It was fortunate that he didn't say anything about a yellow monkey in front of me.

Those are the times.

So I'm okay… … .

“Oh my! This person is Doctor Pyeong, my closest friend, and Dr. Liston’s younger brother, and also a famous doctor!”

“It’s such a shame to call him my junior!”

Joseph and Alfred started to surround me in pairs.

It seemed like he was worried about something he hadn't said to the doctor earlier.

Well, one of them was my body part buddy and the other was my benefactor who saved my life twice, so it made sense.

“No, that… … what did I do… … .”

“Hello, this is Liston. You were bitten by a rabid dog. Although you seem fine now, there is a chance that you could become seriously ill, so I plan to keep you in my lab and monitor you separately.”

“Ah… … Dr. Liston… … No, that… … No. Save me… … Please save me.”

“We are working hard to do that. Doctor Ping here is young, but he is very skilled, so don’t worry too much. He is especially good at treating rabies.”

"that……."

Anyway, Emily's father was reacting quite sensitively.

It's natural for parents to do this when their child is sick, but…

The way his hands were shaking seemed particularly intense.

“Your father must love you very much.”

So, since it was a hospital without a waiting room for guardians, I asked after leaving, and the answer I got made me feel a little sad.

“Yes… … Actually, my mother and two older sisters passed away early. If I say I’m sick, they worry a lot.”

"ah."

Three people have already died.

I just said that, but somehow it felt like a weight was lifted off my shoulders.

I had intended to do my best, but now I really felt like I had to watch over Emily to the death.