Dark-Haired British Doctor - Chapter 93



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Episode 93 Antibiotics [1]

“Hmm… … .”

“Amazing.”

It has already been three days since the prisoners were brought in.

Meanwhile, there was only one piece of stale bread they had to chew and swallow.

That was because I designed it that way on purpose.

‘If it were a different infectious disease, the usage would have to be different… … For syphilis, this is enough for now or you can watch it.’

If it was literally another infectious disease, that is, an infectious disease caused by other bacteria, this kind of follow-up could be very dangerous.

because.

Even if the medication works well, the course of the disease itself can be challenging.

Taking antibiotics once means that the time to reach the therapeutic dose is that short… … .

Will all the germs die during that time?

It could be said to be a difficult task except for those who are quite susceptible to penicillin.

‘Because he’s slow… … .’

However, syphilis is a disease that has plagued mankind for a very long time, so it is a disease that mankind has become accustomed to.

It was said to be a disease designed to lower the fatality rate and allow the host to survive as long as possible and maintain infectiousness for a long time.

Thanks to this, even if there were a few bacteria left due to insufficient capacity, there was no need to rush.

If the patient died, it would have been from a cause other than syphilis.

“It got better.”

“Hmm… … . “All that remains is a scar.”

While I was repeating such high-level medical thoughts, we 19th century doctors were amazed.

It was worth it.

Isn’t syphilis a disease that is considered incurable?

It got better after eating some stale bread, or at least it showed a huge improvement.

“Pyeong-ah… … What the hell are you… … .”

“How did you do it?”

It was no coincidence that Joseph and Alfred reacted this way.

They weren’t the only ones.

“I thought you were a genius… … this is really… … .”

“It’s huge. It’s huge. “To say you’re a genius is not enough!”

Liston and Blundell also had their hands raised.

He flashed his thumb and laughed out loud.

The good news was that at least there was no one here talking about witches.

Well, how many times have I shown myself to be faithful so far?

“you… … That’s amazing… … “You must have received a lot of grace from the Lord.”

Even Killian came out like this, so it was like he said everything.

Whoops.

Yes, I have been blessed with many blessings.

Otherwise, would you have been able to be reborn?

If I were to be a little more greedy, it would have been really nice if it had been in the 1950s… … .

Even in the 19th century, there were many things to enjoy.

“Come on, don’t be so mean. There is one person who was not treated. “You have to take a good look at this person.”

Of course, I couldn’t keep laughing.

Although there was only one person, there was one person who was not treated.

‘no… … Saying that there was no treatment is a bit… … .’

I would have felt much better if I had just stopped there.

This person appeared to have a fungal infection.

mold.

In other words, fungi.

‘It’s a fungal infection… … .’

Several terrible examples unfolded before my eyes.

Fungi usually cannot cause infection, but once it does, it is safe to say that there is no way to do it.

Even if there were antifungal drugs, the infected area would eventually have to be cut out, so it was no exaggeration to say that nothing could be done in a situation where antifungal drugs were not available.

Did you never expect something like this to happen?

It wasn’t.

‘Old syphilis patients… … Among them, it is strange to expect that people who were imprisoned had normal immunity.’

I shook my head and looked at the patient.

The fever was rising tremendously.

At the same time, black spots appeared on the tongue and palate.

It could be said to be a spot, but evidence of a fungal infection.

‘I can’t fix this… … ‘I can’t help it.’

If it were me, I would have been overcome with guilt.

No, that doesn’t mean I’m not feeling guilty right now.

However, it was not as strong as before.

I did it because I knew there was nothing I could do about it.

Still, it is not easy to remain calm, so I deliberately looked back.

It was a place where there were other patients, people who had reacted positively to my stale bread.

“Why are you doing this? “It’s different from syphilis.”

“therefore. Hmm. what?”

Regardless of me, Liston and Blundell began talking while looking at the same patient.

Fungal infections were not uncommon in this era.

Rather, it would have been a lot, but it couldn’t have been less.

You may not live as long as in the 21st century, but you have diabetes.

Old diabetes is bound to lead to immune deficiency, and an unclean environment is bound to increase any type of infection.

‘You’re acting like it’s your first time seeing me.’

However, the two looked as if they had just discovered an unknown disease.

It was probably half right.

It would be rare to discover a patient at this stage when infection begins.

We may have known that diabetes was a strange disease since ancient times, but wasn’t there anything we could do about it until insulin was developed as a medicine?

Therefore, there was no thought of treatment and no hospitalization, so most patients with fungal infections would have been discovered dead or in a serious condition.

“For now, I guess we have no choice but to wait and see.”

“I’m boiling with fever?”

“I don’t know if we can drink water from the willow trees… … “Because I’m unconscious.”

“Well, that’s true too. Why are you doing this?”

I licked my lips at the words Liston asked me.

However, the only thing that came out of my mouth was the sound of wind leaking.

I was wondering if it would be right to tell him that it was because of mold or the rotten bread I fed him.

‘That’s the exact truth. but… … Because of that, if the introduction of this drug is delayed… … .’

Since it is now being used on people who are likely to have abnormal immune systems, that is, people who have already progressed too far, the likelihood of side effects is high.

If it were used in earlier patients, the probability of side effects would be lowered and the damage caused by syphilis could be dramatically reduced or eliminated.

‘ha… … .’

I let out some of my worries in one sigh and shook my head.

“I do not know.”

“Yes, it is. “How could you know everything?”

“Yes.”

“Anyway, it would be better to report this to academia. It turns out that the mold growing on bread left in the study on the second floor of Alfred’s house is effective against syphilis. “Who on earth could imagine something like this?”

“that… … Yes.”

“Anyway, if we could mass-produce the same type of mold, London would no longer have to fear syphilis.”

Taking that as a cue, Liston planned to report to academics.

In fact, he was a surgeon and had nothing to do with syphilis, but it probably didn’t matter much.

It was because the world wasn’t where specialized departments were that meaningful in the first place.

If Liston said that starting tomorrow I would like to see some obstetrics and gynecology patients, I could do so.

Of course, whether patients will actually come or not is a slightly different story… … .

“Put the flue in through Jemel. “If you want to submit to an academic journal, it’s better to tell us in advance.”

“Jemel… … But will that person really agree? “I am completely addicted to simultaneous mercury and mercury chloride therapy.”

“We proved it, didn’t we? “I’m saying that’s not the cause.”

“So. Won’t you be upset? … .”

“ha ha ha! “Who cares!”

Liston laughed at my words.

It wasn’t because it was nonsense.

Wouldn’t you feel bad if someone told you something was wrong and told you to your face?

Moreover, since you were wrong, it would be even worse if you asked people to help you hear what we said.

But it was okay.

smart.

Liston headed that way to Jemel.

Normally, he would have been in the lab around this time, but he was out of his mind right now.

It could be said that he was intoxicated with a sense of omnipotence.

Actually, that was possible.

What if you think you have cured syphilis, a disease that no one in history has been able to cure? … .

“Aaaaaaa!”

“buy… … Help me!”

Anyway, so we headed not to the laboratory, but to the torture room, or rather, to the mercury treatment room.

I don’t know why they tied mercury and treatment together… … .

“Uh, uhuh.”

“Aaaaaaa!”

Inside, screams, moans, and the sound of something pouring continued to be heard.

“I guess you can’t hear me.”

“What? “It was locked.”

It seemed like it was locked away because it was too much to show to anyone.

As I was trying to open the door, I felt it rattle, so I looked at Liston, and instead of calling a locksmith, Liston grabbed the doorknob himself.

Prugak.

Then I turned the doorknob, and the door opened with the sound of something breaking.

“Is it open?”

“ah.”

Normally something like this would be called breaking.

“what? huh? you… … ?”

Before he could say anything similar to that, Liston strode inside.

Inside, there were traces of various tortures strewn about.

People with red, bloodshot eyes.

People vomiting.

People with diarrhea.

And the excrement they left behind… … .

“no way.”

Liston carefully walked between them and reached Jemel.

As always, he had one more head than others and looked down with an intimidating expression.

“why… … “Why but?”

He may have been deliberately making more facial expressions, but he was already making facial expressions naturally due to the smell, so even Jemel, who was close to him, stuttered.

Maybe I would have done the same.

Because that person was a really scary person.

“Why is that? For now, let’s stop this nonsense. “You don’t really believe that vomiting and diarrhea will kill syphilis, do you?”

“no… … Why all of a sudden. “Didn’t you think it was plausible yesterday?”

“Is that plausible? “I said it made no sense.”

“no… … .”

“why. “Do you think differently?”

“No, no. “I think so.”

Liston continued, demonstrating that he can manipulate not only his own thoughts, but also the thoughts of others.

“Anyway, we tried the experiment and it doesn’t make sense.”

“no… … what. Look. “I’m not alone.”

Jemmel looked back at his assistants and patients.

The assistants looked puzzled, but the patients were glaring at Jemel with a murderous attitude.

They were not arrested because they had done something wrong, but because they were sick.

“Does it matter?”

“Uh, none.”

But the moment Liston thrust his fist, everything else went out of sight, and only the fist came into view.

“listen. “Look at this.”

“This… … “Isn’t it stale bread?”

“Don’t be impressed. “Look.”

“Ah, okay.”

And so an in-depth discussion began.