Dark-Haired British Doctor - Chapter 96



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Episode 96: Rabies [2]

“Oh!” “Brother!”

Still, you can’t slaughter a dog in a hospital, right?

Everyone nearby, including me, came together and tried to stop him.

Only then did Liston realize that this might be a bit inappropriate, and he lowered his sword.

Of course, there was no way for the dog to survive.

Boo.

As soon as we arrived at Liston’s villa near London, a knife flew like lightning.

I tried telling him that that was a knife used in surgery and that this was a rabid dog, but it was of no use.

-Can’t I just wipe it?

It wasn’t particularly wrong.

It’s not like even infected patients can use disposable knives.

Of course, in modern medicine, disposable blades are used for all patients… … .

Anyway, the rest of the equipment needs to be disinfected before use.

“Turn it off!”

Anyway, it was fortunate that Liston took the swing.

Not only was the dog small, but it was so large that you’d wonder what it was that it grew up in in London, where there wasn’t enough food for people, but it died in a single blow.

There is no need to cause unnecessary pain just because a dog has rabies, so it could be said that going that way was a good thing for both parties.

“Okay, but… … “How are we going to separate the brain and medulla oblongata here?”

Now all that was left was up to me.

Liston also looked embarrassed, so what would it be like for me who had to tear it apart myself?

‘Umm… … I really fucking don’t want to do this… … .’

They praised me and said I was a genius in anatomy and all, but wasn’t that only possible because I had done so much?

What is the dissection of a dog like?

What do you know?

I had never thought about it.

If I even got stabbed while doing this, it would be a real problem.

They said I would contract rabies.

No medicine, that.

“Haha, let’s watch.”

But perhaps it was because I had been a Joseon genius for so long that I ended up in the middle of nowhere, contrary to what I thought.

fuck… … .

Why do you keep swearing?

“Just looking at it, it looks like we can just cut through here and go in.”

To be honest, I couldn’t see anything because of the fur.

Nevertheless, my mouth was constantly producing phrases, as if I had learned the art of ventriloquism.

Chewy.

Anyway, I had to be careful even if my mouth hurt, so I took gloves first.

If you were to dissect a dog here, wouldn’t this really be the death of a dog?

“Hmm.”

Joseph and Alfred, who were acting as assistants, followed me and put on gloves.

The facial expression wasn’t that good.

Since we had to harvest the dog’s brain and medulla oblongata, we had no choice but to do so.

Maybe it would get worse if I said there was a risk of infection… … .

‘There’s no need to do that, right?’

Although everything was inevitably inferior in the 19th century, the durability of the armor was so great that it was superior to that of the 21st century.

It had to be that way.

It’s really thick, this one.

It is inevitable that it will be at a disadvantage when it comes to microsurgery… … .

Since I wasn’t trying to save the dog, it wouldn’t have mattered.

profit.

Anyway, I started targeting the area around the back of the dog’s neck with the dissecting scalpel I brought from the hospital, but soon changed my mind.

I did it because I remembered a nutria eradication campaign and cooking on YouTube that I occasionally watch.

He said that when doing anything with fur-bearing animals, you basically have to take off their skin.

When I thought about it, it seemed like it might actually be true, so I made an incision along the side of the back stem.

Since I had no intention of doing anything with this meat, the burden was relatively low, and since I was actually used to cutting, the speed wasn’t very slow.

Tidy Dick.

because?

In fact, the structure of mammals cannot be dramatically different for each species.

First of all, the peeling principle was the same.

So I peeled off the dog’s skin quite quickly, of course at a speed that would have been frustrating for a butcher, and then came face to face with the back of the dog’s neck again.

fast.

What followed was a series of actions that would be of no benefit if described in detail.

This was because the bone had to be cut with as much precision as possible while preserving the medulla oblongata and brain.

Although there were some parts that were slightly damaged, the cerebrospinal fluid itself was almost completely intact.

“Now… … “Let it dry in the sun.”

I placed the result on the tray.

It would be better if I knew exactly what Louis Pasteur did, but since most of what I remember is at the level of genealogy, there were limitations.

Whatever it was, they would have tried to weaken it by stopping it with harm.

How long should I dry it?

‘This will be before the corruption progresses… … Wouldn’t it be about 3 days at most?’

The only problem was that the French year and the London year would be quite different.

Fortunately, I escaped to the outskirts, so I couldn’t see the thick smoke… … .

The sun was weak here to begin with.

If I had, I would have asked Elon Musk if solar power would be possible in the UK as well.

Of course, since plants grow quite well here, it seems like solar energy is transmitted well… … .

‘I don’t know… … After all, this isn’t the only dog ​​with rabies.’

Maybe this could be easier than growing mold.

It would be extremely difficult to find a dog with rabies in Korea, but here wild dogs are widespread and most people are exposed to the risk of rabies.

As I thought about that, I felt a little more relaxed.

“Whoa.”

With a sigh, I shook off the rest of my worries and handed the tray to Liston.

While I was whining with Joseph and Alfred, he was sipping a drink and lifted the tray onto the roof in one go using his much taller height.

“But what if it rains?”

“ah.”

Then he made a scary noise.

At the same time, it was also something to worry about, at least here.

Perhaps because Britain is an island country, it rains really often.

‘Weakening… … I don’t think it will end like that if I get wet in the rain… … .’

Maybe it won’t rot?

I thought it would be because moisture is the most problematic factor in rotting.

“what… … “At least try praying.”

Unlike me, whose face immediately began to rot, Liston’s reaction was sour.

Maybe it’s because I’m already drunk.

It could have been because I didn’t have any special expectations.

Considering all the miracles I’ve shown so far, I’m a little annoyed that it comes out like that… … .

‘Rabies was an incurable disease for a really long time.’

Considering the majesty of rabies, it was not unreasonable.

In fact, even in the 21st century, rabies that has progressed beyond its normal stage cannot be cured, right?

During this period, if you were unlucky, it was a disease that would inevitably lead to death.

“Yes, we should pray.”

Moreover, Liston was not a person for whom persuasion would work, so I did not engage in further conversation.

The only way was to pray.

Damn.

This is what happens when you become a scientist.

Other than that, there was no other way to use it.

I don’t know if there is a UV sterilizer… … .

Is there such a thing as common sense?

It was a yard without light bulbs.

“Drink it first. Who would have thought that syphilis could be cured with stale bread? I really want it. “I can’t believe it even though I saw it with my own eyes.”

“Me too.”

Liston drank with a truly amazed expression on his face.

Strictly speaking, I wasn’t old enough to drink alcohol, but how could I not drink it when an adult was giving it to me and Liston was giving it to me?

Moreover, I was exhausted because I never imagined that I would be feeding rotten bread to people.

When I close my eyes, I keep thinking of people who pooped because of mercury, or people who vomited after eating rotten bread… … .

‘Is this trauma?’

I was also quite mentally and physically exhausted from worrying that it might rain on the brain and medulla oblongata of a rabid dog left hanging outside.

“Wow… … .”

I think I drank it in just a sip, but I felt like I was going crazy.

“Why is this guy like this?”

“Iknow, right? “I think you had a drink?”

While I was busy, various conversations were going on above my head.

“I’m saying this because I’m drunk, but our opinion is that you’re not particularly good at anything other than medicine.”

“Yes, the peppers are small… … “I can’t even drink.”

Who said that?

Hearing is a sense that remains even when death is imminent.

Although it was something a doctor should know, doctors in the 19th century seemed to have no idea what they were talking about.

“But is that pepper really worth it?”

“But I saw it.”

“What do you mean… … “I guess it’s a bad idea to get married.”

“No, it’s not that bad… … .”

“I’m actually worried about you too.”

“professor… … .”

“what.”

“no.”

Unfortunately, my memory was cut off starting from this conversation.

When I woke up, I was able to see Liston with a normal face.

Looking at the empty liquor bottles, it looks like I drank a ton even after I stretched out, but how could that be?

Surely, if he had been born long ago, wouldn’t he have become an incredibly strong knight among knights?

“Are you awake?”

“Ah yes.”

“egg plant. I’m going to be late. “Why can’t I drink like this?”

“that… … sorry.”

Of course, just because it was now doesn’t mean it wasn’t something terrible, so I silently followed him outside.

Outside, Joseph and Alfred were standing in a much more damaged state than Liston.

“Uh… … .”

“Wow… … .”

I had almost become a zombie, but it was inevitable.

It must have been that way to keep pace with Liston.

Anyway, we took the carriage and returned to friendly London.

There was poop everywhere, rats scurrying away, wild dogs running menacingly, and smoke covering the sky… … .

When I described it, it seemed like hell, but if I stuck to it and lived with it, it was worth living.

“Aaaaaaa!”

No, it’s not like that… … .

As soon as I entered the hospital, I started hearing those screams.

I hear this all the time, but… … .

There was a bit of a difference today.

“child… … ?”

“Uhm. “This is not good.”

No matter how you heard it, it was a child’s scream.

It also looked like a girl.

If this was really strange, it was strange.

With my experience, or at least with Dr. Liston’s experience, I would have gotten used to seeing people in pain, but why can’t I do that to a child being in pain?

With that thought in mind, I unconsciously took steps toward the place where the screams came from.

“Hey, at least this… … .”

Standing there was a young girl with dog bite marks on her arm and a girl who appeared to be around the same age, holding a frying pan.

Now I see that it was actually the older sister holding the frying pan who was screaming.

The child who had been bitten did not make even a moan, despite his facial expression being distorted.

“With this? This is too big. After all, you have to burn it with a soldering iron. “Where is the dog?”

This time too, the doctor in charge was looking for fire with an iron.

I also called the dog, and it was drooling as if it was natural.

“Fuck.”

I cursed without realizing it and approached the child.

Will there be a cure?

I don’t know what this is.

But we can’t just leave it like this.

“Hey, what is your name?”

The basis of treatment was to first ask for the name.

This was especially true for children, but it had a reassuring effect.

By diverting my mind, I could have alleviated some of the pain.

“Emily Bronte.”

“Emily Bronte… … ?”

However, it was I who got distracted.

‘Wuthering Heights… … ?’