Dark-Haired British Doctor - Chapter 84



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Episode 84: Do I need surgery for this? [One]

All the way home in the carriage, I was obsessed with white phosphorus matches.

I’m not saying I was drinking smoke… … .

It would be more accurate to say that I was worried.

Does this make sense if you don’t worry about it? … .

‘mask… … Does using that prevent it? … ?’

It would be nice if I could make other matches, but I didn’t know how to make them, so that was a real problem.

I don’t even know what the names of the other matches are.

So how do you know how to make it?

Opposition without an alternative is empty, so it was impossible to tell them not to make it at all.

Of course, if I had the power and money, I would have prevented it somehow… … .

‘If you are chronically exposed to white phosphorus… … My bones would melt… … .’

White phosphorus is a very dangerous poison even in acute poisoning, but it is also dangerous in chronic poisoning.

Or will it be dealt with under the Serious Accident Act?

It wasn’t something that was covered in any of the main subjects, but what I still remember is that this really wasn’t an ordinary poison.

“What are you thinking?”

As I was thinking about it, Alfred spoke up.

He had an expression on his face that said he didn’t know what was going on.

I know from what I saw earlier that the white smoke produced by white phosphorus matches is dangerous, but that doesn’t mean you have to go to a match factory.

‘If it were me, I’d think I was hoping for something else great from the director… … ?’

Looking at Alfred, whose insides were clearly visible, I answered.

“No, just… … “I’m worried about white phosphorus.”

“I don’t even know what happened yet, what’s wrong?”

okay.

This can be happen.

Isn’t this a world where there isn’t even a word called preventive medicine?

It was a time when people had to get sick to get treatment, or they didn’t care at all.

No, there are many people who do not recognize illness as an illness at all.

I smiled and thought of something else.

“Yes. That’s right. however… … .”

As I was trying so desperately, Alfred’s face came into view.

As always, he had a somewhat goofy face and looked a little pained.

We’re not even lovers, so how do you know?

I am the savior of this human life.

I was the one who prevented my fingers from rotting.

At that time, it was just done without anesthesia, so even if no one else knew, I would be the best at recognizing Alfred’s pained face.

“Are you sick?”

“uh? uh uh no… … “This makes me feel a bit upset.”

“inside? where.”

“here.”

Alfred pointed to the solar plexus.

At that moment, what came to my mind was white phosphorus.

One of the symptoms of acute poisoning is vomiting and abdominal pain… … .

‘No. It’s already been a few hours since I ate grilled meat… … ?’

Besides, Alfred is a bit of a coward, right?

You’re such a coward that I don’t know how you could even think of becoming a surgeon in this day and age.

As a guy who backs away when there’s something that looks suspicious, he was like that a little while ago.

So it seemed correct to see this as a completely different cause.

What he meant was that there was hope, so I relaxed my face and asked.

“Since when has it been like this?”

“uh… … An hour or two? But it was bearable, so I just stayed.”

“An hour or two? It’s been quite a while, huh? “Is it gastritis?”

“I guess so. Just what… … are you okay. “Why don’t you hold on?”

It’s gastritis.

It was a common disease.

For modern people, it can almost be considered a companion, but in fact, the prevalence was not particularly low in this era.

It was natural to put anything in it.

We live in an age where you have to be strong to survive, so your stomach acid is also really strong.

“What are you holding on to? “At least eat cabbage.”

“cabbage? Does that work?”

“It was like that in Joseon.”

I think the name cabbage means cabbage from the West… … .

What does it matter if there is already a mountain of furniture that has been set up?

“Oh yeah?”

Moreover, the credibility of my Joseon stories was now known to me no matter what I said.

I think I would believe it even if I told you that they made meju with real red beans.

“huh.”

Anyway, although gastritis was painful, I thought that as long as it didn’t cause a hole, nothing would happen right away.

right?

If you think about it in the long run, neglected gastritis and ulcers become the cause of stomach cancer… … .

Unfortunately, not many people in this era lived long enough to develop cancer.

“Now, eat this.”

So, as soon as I got home, I brewed cabbage, made him drink water, and fed him some cabbage just in case.

To conclude, I shouldn’t have fed him anything.

“Ugh… … .”

Alfred and I were sleeping with a wall separating us.

Originally, I was supposed to let him sleep in the annex, but he saved my son’s life and made condoms. In addition, it seemed like I wasn’t going to go out anytime soon, so he gave up and arranged for me to stay in the main building.

It was great, but not today.

“Senior, are you sick?”

I suddenly opened my eyes and looked out the window to see a hazy moon.

Considering that London is a place where the sky is always a mess, it was truly the middle of the night.

“I feel like I’m going to die… … so painful.”

It hurts so much.

This was something unusual.

Even though my senior is a coward and a bit harsh, isn’t that still a story from the 19th century?

By 21st century standards, everyone here was Guan Yu.

I can tolerate pain really well.

But saying that such a person was very sick meant that we needed to take a closer look.

“Am I going in?”

“Uh, uh… … .”

So, I headed to the senior’s room with Joseph, who had just woken up.

There was a clock in my senior’s room, so I looked at it and saw that it was already 1 am.

‘Since I said it hurts… … Almost 10 hours now. I also fed cabbage juice… … ‘Already 5 hours.’

Is it gastritis?

It seemed highly likely that it wasn’t.

This human not only ate the cabbage, but he also ate the soup?

If it was simple gastritis, it would have had a sedative effect, so I should have felt pretty good by now.

Even if that’s not the case, it shouldn’t hurt this much… … .

“uh… … “Does it hurt there?”

With that in mind, I approached my senior and found him leaning on his stomach.

People instinctively point to where they are in pain, right?

Until just now, I was pointing at the solar plexus.

But now I was touching my lower right abdomen.

“uh… … Uh uh.”

Fuck this.

Without realizing it, I swore for the first time in a long time and approached senior Alfred.

“Lay down like this.”

“eww… … .”

When I looked up close, my senior’s face was covered in cold sweat.

It looks like it hurts really bad… … At this level, there was a high possibility that it was true appendicitis.

So I instinctively made Alfred lie down straight and then bent his knees.

“Ugh… … .”

“Pyeong-ah, what happens to this? “Is your senior dying?”

Alfred couldn’t say anything to me.

It’s going to hurt so much.

Joseph said something a little strange in the middle, but considering the times, it wasn’t a very strange thing.

Death at this time was closer than I thought.

It didn’t even discriminate against age.

Of course, it’s a bit rare at Alfred’s age… … .

It was difficult to expect that I would not die at all.

“Just stay for now. senior. I’m going to press your stomach. “Tell me if it hurts.”

“Ugh. huh.”

So instead of saying something to Joseph, I continued the treatment.

There was no time to say anything else anyway.

“How about here?”

“It hurts more… … eww… … “I don’t think so.”

First, I pressed the solar plexus.

At first it hurt here, but there seemed to be no tenderness.

‘It looks like it’s really an appendix…’ … ?’

At this point, I started to sweat a little.

typhlitis. To be more precise, appendicitis is called radiating pain, so it hurts starting from the solar plexus, but as it progresses further, the inflammation directly touches the peritoneum and the area where the appendix is ​​located becomes painful.

In other words, the pain moves from the solar plexus to the lower right abdomen… … .

“here is?”

“Aww!”

With that thought in mind, I pressed his lower right abdomen and my senior screamed.

I didn’t manage to move it, but that was a good thing.

“When to take it off?”

“Oops!”

I was able to confirm rebound tenderness.

In fact, tenderness itself can be seen even in diseases that do not require surgery, but rebound tenderness that occurs when the hand is removed, as is the case now, usually suggests that it is a disease that requires surgery.

Damn this.

Damn it!

‘this… … What should I do with this… … .’

Alfred.

I ignored him a bit, sometimes made fun of him, and even gave him money… … .

Whatever it is, besides Joseph, he’s the only person I’ve given affection to since I came here.

But I felt like if this person, not anyone else, died, it would be too painful.

‘If you leave it alone, you’ll die… … But I can’t take him to the hospital… … .’

What immediately came to mind was Jemel.

Jemel, the master of bloodletting.

If that bastard saw Alfred as he is now, he would stab him in the stomach and draw blood without even asking.

Dr. Liston will agree with you, saying that abdominal surgery is taboo.

So, it means that everyone is going to join forces to kill Alfred now… … .

‘Sibulal. Here too… … ?’

When I came to my senses, I saw Alfred rolling around.

First of all, I felt like I needed to do something about the pain.

“W-what’s going on?”

Just then, a surprised-looking man, Alfred senior’s father, came in.

I was with other servants, but of course I was upset when I saw Alfred rolling around.

He seemed a little suspicious of me and Joseph for a moment, but it was only for a moment.

“My stomach… … “My stomach hurts, father!”

It was thanks to Alfred.

“hospital! “No, let’s call the doctor!”

The man immediately called the servants.

Then one of the servants, who was nimble on his feet, started running away.

To others, he may have seemed truly reassuring, but to me, he just looked like the Grim Reaper.

No matter who I called, no one would be able to cure my appendicitis.

It’s not arrogant, it’s a limitation of the times, that’s it.

“for a moment!”

Only I knew about Alfred’s disease and was able to treat it.

And Alfred was not a stranger, he was my friend.

He was even the one who gave me grace.

It might be misunderstanding, but I couldn’t just ignore it.

So I shouted loudly.

“huh?”

“yes?”

It was effective because, like the uncle, the servants already recognized me as a Joseon nobleman, a close friend of the youngest master, and a renowned doctor.

The person who was running also stopped and looked back at me.

“I will take a look. I need some equipment. Let’s go to the hospital with me right away and bring the equipment. In the meantime, you feed it some willow bark extract. Then the pain will get better.”

“no no. for a moment. What does that mean? “You’re going to treat me?”

“yes. “I will see.”

“Does your stomach hurt? This is internal medicine. “I was going to call Dr. Jemel.”

no.

Not Jemmelman.

That bastard gets so excited that he stabs me in the stomach with a bunch of unwashed needles?

It’s almost like a crime city.

They say it hurts, but they soak people… … .

“no. It is a surgical disease. “We have to open the boat.”

“Yes… … ?”

However, in response to my continued words, people were treating me as if they were treating me like they were in the crime city of Jangchen.

ha.

What is this… … .