Dark-Haired British Doctor - Chapter 111



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Episode 111: Dead [1]

In the 21st century, death was something very distant.

We all know that since we are born as humans, we have no choice but to die… … .

I’m going to die someday, at least it was far away for me when I was only in my 30s.

Of course, I got a brain tumor during that time and was hit by a truck and died.

‘It’s different here… … .’

In this era, death was something that was always nearby.

Are you saying that he suddenly goes away regardless of his age?

then… … .

Wouldn’t it be easy to put him to death?

You might think of it as simple as this… … .

That wasn’t the case again.

“professor.”

“huh.”

Liston was as carefree as always.

On the subject of cutting off people’s limbs… … .

Moreover, regarding the decision to hand over the body… … .

‘Whoa.’

Of course, it could be said that thinking about such things here was a waste in itself.

Everyone is indifferent, right?

Something… … .

Should I say that our moral sense is a little different?

It is not unreasonable to go back even 100 or 200 years and we would still be living in an age of barbarism.

“that… … “How do they kill death row inmates?”

“You’ll figure it out.”

“that… … “I took care of it, but what if I don’t die?”

“huh? what sound… … ah. hmm. That would definitely be a problem, yes.”

The good news was that no matter what Liston did, a doctor was a doctor.

I wasn’t saying that he had the mindset of a doctor or anything, but that I was bound to see cases like that many times.

Aren’t there many cases where even patients who are pronounced dead at the hospital later find out that it wasn’t so?

I’m not saying it wrong, there really were a lot.

But death row inmates must be miserable.

“Call Blundell.”

“Ah yes.”

Do you think you will definitely die if you are hanged?

Surprisingly, that wasn’t the case.

The moment it pops, I don’t know if I’m holding on with my neck strength or what… … .

There were quite a few people who didn’t break their neck bones and just fell asleep on the rope and came down unconscious, with no blood flowing to their heads.

At the execution site, would you know if he fainted or died? … .

-help me… … .

I just put it in the coffin and waited until there was a place to bury it.

So what happens?

We all know that he was a death row inmate, but as I was passing nearby, I heard a voice asking for his life.

Or just scratch the tube… … .

Knock and knock.

How scary.

Moreover, it was all the more inevitable since the people standing guard nearby were mainly those who executed the executioners.

-I passed out! Save me!

Regardless of whether they were weak or strong, there were people who fainted and came to the hospital from time to time.

Normally, any of the doctors would have gone and investigated the situation by that point, but surprisingly, the only one who showed any interest was Blundell.

-Isn’t this saying that a living person was almost buried…? … ?

-I’m going to kill him anyway, so shouldn’t I just consider getting more punishment?

The words he heard as he ran in a panic were truly words that left him speechless.

oh my god… … .

Let’s say burying someone alive is also a punishment?

There are things that people can do to other people, and there are things that people cannot do to other people… … .

Of course, I was the only one who thought this, and Blundell had a completely different idea.

-No, that’s not it. Is it right for other people to be buried after they die? … Because I want to.

-Citizens? Innocent citizens… … ? Oh, that won’t work.

Fortunately, it wasn’t a bad decision, and Blundell was conducting various studies with the cooperation of the police and some nobles who wanted to be buried after death.

In the meantime, the idea of ​​attaching a bell to the coffin was actually a failure.

‘Hmm.’

Liston’s words reminded me of that incident while I was visiting Blundell.

The incident where a bell was rang and the bell was rang because the decomposed body was filled with gas… … .

I think I’ve seen all kinds of terrible things in my life as a surgeon… … .

I can’t forget that day.

“professor.”

“Oh, you are here. “What’s going on?”

Once inside, Blundell was wiping blood from his hands with a towel.

At least wipe it with water… … .

And why was there that blood… … .

I shook my head because I felt like the more I thought about it, the more I would reach a bad conclusion.

“Well, Professor Liston says he has something to discuss.”

“Liston? why? It’s not like cutting off your limbs… … .”

“That is.”

While telling the whole story, Blundell’s expression changed dramatically.

“no… … .”

“How… … .”

“Are you guys crazy? The body of a death row inmate… … her.”

First of all, they told me to go to the police station and hand over the body, so I went to the scene of the murder, but I saved the life of someone who wasn’t dead, and on top of that, I ended up stealing the body of a death row inmate… … .

Well, thinking back, I didn’t think this reaction was excessive.

“Anyway, that’s how it is. “You have to come to the hospital after you die.”

“Of course.”

“We need to determine death, so please help us.”

“If that happens, I guess I’ll just be making paper.”

“I understand you made some money through it, but have you made any other progress?”

“There is none. It’s very difficult. “Right now, the best thing to do is just leave the body in the morgue until it rots and then bury it.”

“ha.”

Mortuary room.

It had to be seen as very different from what we think of as a morgue.

There, the temperature is set to prevent rotting.

There is nothing like that here, I just left it as is.

Are people really rotting before your eyes?

The problem was that it wasn’t just scary to look at, it was actually dangerous.

‘It’s time for a big epidemic to come… … .’

Not only flies are attracted, but mice are also attracted?

Where will it all go?

They’ll be moving around and spreading germs.

Anyway, that was it and what we had to solve was the task at hand.

“Anyway, let’s go. “It will be better if we put our heads together.”

“Yes, Professor. thank you.”

“I’m glad you found me.”

“Ah yes. “Aren’t you an expert?”

“Strictly speaking, obstetrics and gynecology is my specialty… … well, whatever.”

I returned to the classroom with Blundell.

Not only Liston was inside, but also Joseph, Alfred and Colin.

They were all people who had to observe, if not even perform, the practical training.

This was because I actively insisted that they should be raised separately.

“If you come and live… … “Wouldn’t it be okay to kill him here?”

“That’s also a good way to think about it.”

The moment I went inside, someone made a really scary noise.

Liston, who had to be stopped more actively than anyone else, was nodding when he touched his knife.

Don’t do that, you fucking bastards.

They look like men who do bad things, not doctors.

“What are you talking about? “Doctors kill people!”

Fortunately, Blundell was sane.

“The police should be the ones to kill. “Let’s bring someone with us.”

no… … .

That was the case by 19th century standards.

crazy guys… … .

Kill someone in the lab and then practice right there?

What is the difference between your idea and that of William Burke and the Hare brothers? … .

“Wouldn’t it feel a little uncomfortable?”

At that time, our hope Alfred opened his mouth.

“what?”

The reaction wasn’t particularly favorable, but since Alfred hadn’t been around Liston for a day or two, he was able to keep his mouth shut.

“I heard that many of the people who come to practice are from noble families. You’re probably already sensitive because of the Edinburgh incident… … It’s not like you’re coming alone… … “It’s okay to kill there.”

“ah… … There are nobles. Well, we nobles usually don’t come alone. “It could be embarrassing.”

I wondered if the problem was that it was embarrassing at best to kill people, but the consensus was that no matter what, killing people there should not be done.

It’s a given, but it’s pathetic that we have to gather opinions on something like this, but what can we do?

What can I do? I’m 19 years old.

“Then, as expected, we will have to determine death there.”

“Hmm.”

“Hmm.”

“Can’t there be a sharp number? “How about you, Blundell?”

“Hmm.”

There seemed to be nothing that showed the limitations of that era better than the conversation just now.

There were two professors and four medical students, but none of them were confident in determining a person’s death.

Even though one of them was a professor who specializes in male studies, it was like that.

“one… … “There is a clever idea.”

oh?

is not it?

You said there wasn’t before, but has there been some progress?

Well, in the 19th century, isn’t the age of science already here?

Since I came here and instilled a little bit of progressive thinking, the clock of the times may have started to run a little faster… … .

“I recently bought something like this.”

Blundell met my expectations and at the same time pulled something out of his bag.

When I looked at it, I realized it was a knife.

No, is it an awl?

“It’s a needle.”

Ah, needles.

Now that I think about it, there is a hole inside.

To say that… … .

-It was too big to be called a needle. It was extremely large, thick, heavy, and flimsy. It was literally an awl.

No, no.

I was distracted for a moment, but anyway.

You should at least listen to it.

“I’m going to stab you in the heart with this.”

“huh? “What did you say?”

“Think about it. “If you were still alive, wouldn’t your heart be beating?”

“that… … yes.”

“Then the blood will come out through the hole here. If it doesn’t come out, you’re dead. “If it comes out, you bought it.”

“If that’s the case, you’ll die even if you come out, right?”

“I’m saying this because I’m a death row inmate. “It is a method that is difficult to use for ordinary people.”

“aha. “This is a clever idea.”

A clever idea… … is it?

It seemed like it would be a confirmed kill.

If you stab it with that… … Don’t die.

How can I live?

The word is not a needle, but an awl.

“But don’t the families of the condemned prisoners come to the execution site?”

“I won’t come. It was agreed that the body would not be handed over. They are all violent criminals. Instead, our hospital will give us money. As for the money, the people who come to practice will pay it.”

It was too ugly to say that it was okay because I paid money.

If you stab it and there is no movement… … .

I’ll just skip it though.

What if it’s not?

If blood comes out suddenly… … ?

-Only authorized personnel can legally kill death row inmates.

It may seem like a lot to talk about in an era of barbarism, but Britain was a country that prohibited private sanctions.

What I meant was that personal revenge is prohibited.

It may be applied slightly differently depending on social status, but in general, it is the same.

And of all the people present, Colin was the only one who went beyond the normal status.

“That’s not true, it wouldn’t be right if we killed them.”

“Can’t you tell them to stab those people?”

“What if I stab you somewhere other than the heart?”

“ah. This is won.”

“There is a more moderate way… … “It would be nice to have it.”

Blundell was smoothing the awl, then looked at me.

Since everyone was looking at him, they followed his gaze and looked at me.

‘why… … me… … ?’

I’m a surgeon.

I’m good at cutting things with a knife… … .

No, wait.

No.

It seemed like something might be possible.

‘stethoscope… … Is that very difficult to make… … ?’