Dark-Haired British Doctor - Chapter 79



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Episode 79: Pain [2]

arsenic.

If we were to look at the form most commonly used in our daily lives, it would probably be rat poison.

I can’t believe you’re thinking of feeding a patient something that is the raw material for rat poison… … .

I tried to feel a little guilty, but my resolve hardened again when I thought of the patients here.

“Yes, then please. But how is the experiment… … Are you doing it?”

“well. If you process it with fire like this and do various things, wouldn’t something be possible?”

“ah.”

ah!

Is that all a chemist can say?

‘no… … Is there such a thing as a chemical formula? … ?’

It seemed like I didn’t see it.

So, wouldn’t you be saying such uncivilized things?

What this meant was that even if that person and other chemists tried to do the same, there was no chance of producing salvarsan, or arsenic compound No. 606, even if they tried the method of lighting arsenic on fire.

“Then let’s go. don’t worry. “I’m good at chemistry.”

“Ah yes.”

I thought I had come for no reason after only doing good things for Blundell and Liston, but I soon changed my mind.

Isn’t this era a place where it’s hard to survive without infinite positivity?

I felt like I was mentally going crazy just thinking about good things, but I had to leave no time for being frustrated.

‘okay… … Bread… … Let’s buy some bread.’

Let’s buy bread and let it rot at home… … .

‘okay! Come to think of it, Fleming is British, right?’

Is this also England?

Do you think the same fungus will grow?

Moreover, it rains often in London and, more than anything, it is dirty… … It seemed like it was an optimal environment.

‘Yes, it shouldn’t be like this…’ … ‘Let’s grow bacteria.’

What you need to grow bacteria… … It’s none other than the ground.

You might be wondering how to make a badge, but it was surprisingly easy.

If you show interest in physiology or microbiology as a student, your professors will tell you! They teach you that you can raise them at home too.

“Agar… … .”

“huh? What are you talking about?”

“Let’s buy some agar agar.”

“uh… … ? suddenly? Want to go to the market? “A gentleman doesn’t go to places like that.”

“I live because of experiments. “Not cooking.”

“ah.”

If you harden the agar-agar water, doesn’t it become like jelly?

That was optimal for growing fungi.

If you think it’s not enough, you can sprinkle some sugar, but sugar was quite expensive at this time, so I thought that would be a bit difficult.

It was fine.

All you need is agar agar.

Anyway, I was able to persuade the shrine raiders through an experiment and buy a bunch of bread, agar, etc.

“Next willow tree.”

“huh… … ? “Why is this guy like this today?”

“Let’s go to where there is a willow tree.”

“no… … .”

While I was away, I dug up some willow bark.

I sighed heavily as I thought about mixing this up and feeding it to people, but what can I do?

If I’m still in a quiet place, it feels like the screams from the amputation ward are hitting my eardrums… … .

If there’s something you can do, shouldn’t you do it?

“When I brewed this and ate it, people who were in pain stopped getting sick.”

“Isn’t that because he died? No, I’m kidding. Is it something to glare at like that?”

When we got home and looked at the bark from the willow tree, Alfred looked at me and laughed.

It’s not that it’s not, but the color makes it look like it shouldn’t be eaten.

What I thought was like a light herbal medicine, but this… … .

‘This is a bit… … Doesn’t it look too messy?’

The good news was that the smell wasn’t that bad, but the problem was that it was a color that only people who were really in pain would reject.

Well, it was okay.

At this hospital, patients receive treatment no matter how questionable it may seem.

It was not because I had trust in the hospital, but because I never came to the hospital unless I was very sick.

“What is this?”

Anyway, I don’t know if it was because I was glaring at him or because he was afraid he would tell him to eat this, but Joseph pointed at the agar.

I couldn’t give an easy answer because I was at the point where I wanted to know something about this.

I got an agar plate… … I didn’t make it at home.

Some kind of thin, dry water was coming out, but I couldn’t figure out how to dry it to turn it into the type of agar that I was familiar with.

“Something might not work out. “If anything happens, I’ll tell you then.”

“hmm… … It’s not a face without expectations… … ? “I don’t know what the hell is.”

But I couldn’t do this either, so I just gave it a rough go.

“This bread… … “Why did you put it all here?”

The baptism of questions was endless.

This time it was senior Alfred.

Actually, it seemed like it was worth it.

What kind of crazy person in the world would cut bread into small pieces and put it on the desk?

Dozens of pieces, with some water sprinkled on top.

“I don’t have a fever.”

Joseph touched my forehead as if he was worried.

When I say I have a fever, I try to get rid of the cause of the fever and cut my hair… … .

Seeing as they were enough people to get by, I just shook my head.

“In an old book from Joseon… … Rotten bread… … No, there is a record of someone cured of a fever after eating mold on rice, not bread.”

It was normal for old limes to have already been revealed by the time the topic of bread came up, but British kids, past and present, had a British Empire mindset that was comparable to Chinese ideology, so they were not particularly interested in other people’s cultures.

No, on the contrary, wouldn’t it be strange if I told you that in our country we don’t eat things like bread and eat rice as our staple food?

“okay? “On stale bread?”

“oh… … “Does mold have that kind of effect?”

look at this

You didn’t even hear about the meal afterwards.

I don’t know if there’s some kind of filtering in my ears, but in any case, whenever someone else’s traditional culture comes up, I just ignore it.

At this time, it was bound to be extreme.

It’s really the British Empire.

“Yeah, I’m going to take a look first.”

“Then shall we save some patients with fever?”

Anyway, after trying to convince him that, Joseph said something strange.

I blinked, wondering what the hell this was all about, and in the meantime, the two of them started talking except me.

“Yes, if there were such records, it would be right to check.”

“huh. “If the bread rots, let’s cut off the moldy part and feed it.”

“So if it survives, it really works.”

“or not… … Should I try feeding it another fungus?”

“Is that so?”

Crazy guys.

They’re talking so excitedly that they’re going to kill people.

Looking back, it would be true that medical science developed because of this crazy spirit of experimentation… … .

Meanwhile, tears came to my eyes when I thought of the innocent victims.

“no no! “How can you use it directly on a patient?”

First of all, he added that he would not just place it on his desk, but would place it around the house.

“why?”

“If there are all types of mold here, they will all be the same.”

“huh… … ?”

ah.

Nowadays, we have no concept of bacteria, let alone fungi.

Moving history forward was a very difficult task in many senses.

While respecting the protagonists of the alternate history novels I read to kill time, I spoke quietly.

“Mold grows all over the place. “Not all molds are the same.”

“is it… … ?”

“I don’t know.”

It wasn’t easy to speak quietly.

I had to control my heart that felt like it was going to explode.

“Let’s see if that’s the case or not this time. Anyway, I have thoughts… … “Never cut it and feed it because it will rot.”

“uh… … yes, what.”

“okay.”

“Really. You can’t feed it. “How on earth did you come up with the idea of ​​feeding mold to people?”

“You said you were going to feed them.”

“under.”

As I was taking a deep breath, Joseph, who was quick-witted, nodded.

“okay okay. “I’ll wait for now.”

“okay… … .”

I was glad that he was nice.

“But doesn’t this mean we’ll feed it tomorrow?”

Then Alfred pointed to the willow bark water I had brewed.

It had a visual that shattered the credibility of what I had just said.

‘That’s strange… … I don’t know if it was a gorogoe or something, but it looked quite nice… … ?’

Why are there so many impurities? … ?

Should I have cleaned the shell?

First of all, the black thing was a bit strange.

But I couldn’t tell if this was really strange or not.

To put it bluntly, do you think doctors in 21st century Korea would throw willow bark because they are crazy?

I’ll just give you medicine if you need it… … .

This is so natural.

“uh… … huh.”

“That doesn’t work, this works?”

“This… … Okay… … .”

“That sounds a bit strange.”

“Anyway, don’t feed mold!”

“Ah Okay. okay. “He’s really fierce today.”

In times like this, the best thing to do was just lose my temper and move on.

If it seemed petty, it was true and I had nothing to say.

what can i do

I know I’m right, but there’s no way to explain it.

‘hmm… … It hasn’t rotted yet… … The good news is that this has become more plausible.’

As soon as morning came, I looked at the bread, the agar-agar water, and the willow bark water, one by one.

The agar agar was similar to the agar I had always seen.

I put it on several plates and took pictures of the palms of my hands and the soles of my feet, one after the other.

“what… … what are you doing?”

“You too, come and take some pictures.”

“why… … why? “Isn’t this some sort of ritual?”

“Consciousness?”

“Why… … Heresy… … .”

“No, no. “It’s an experiment.”

“It’s an experiment… … ?”

Even if I thought about it, putting something white on a plate and taking pictures of bare hands and soles seemed closer to a suspicious ritual than an experiment… … .

In any case, I responded resolutely as it was not an accident.

Joseph reluctantly followed my look, but when I listened closely, I found out that he was reciting the Lord’s Prayer.

In particular, he was repeating, ‘But save me from evil.’

It was unfair.

‘Just wait and see later.’

It was so unfair that I felt resentful that there was nothing I could say right now.

“that… … Take that with you?”

“uh.”

“That pot… … It looks heavy… … .”

“You still have to take it. “I have to go and ask them to worry about this too.”

“Are you really not conscious of this?”

“So you said it wasn’t?”

In addition, I brought along water made from willow bark.

Now that I think about it, I felt uncomfortable because the pot looked like a witch’s cauldron, but I made up my mind.

I decided to only think about amputation ward patients for now.

Then my will, which had been weakening, became stronger.

If only I could alleviate the suffering of patients in hell itself… … .

I could carry a real witch’s cauldron on my back.

“that… … “Why are you keeping your distance from me?”

“huh? Did you feel that way? It’s not?”

“You’re still walking too fast.”

“Oh, no. It’s not?”

The bastards, who didn’t understand the meaning of such a big boom, started running forward as soon as they arrived at the hospital.

Regardless, I headed to the amputation ward.

Salvation to those inside… … .

No, since those bastards keep saying ‘ritual’, strange words come out without me even realizing it.

“please… … Please release me… … .”

Anyway, the first thing that caught my eye as I entered was, surprisingly, Killian.

A tough Irish sailor has the world’s tiniest eyes after a day in the amputation ward.