I Quit My Job and Run a Café - Chapter 451



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Episode 451 Heart Surgery [2]

Even in the 21st century, fights still occur frequently.

Especially when I was in school, what… … .

Even I have fought a few times, so that says it all.

Even though I’ve never gotten into a fist fight since becoming an adult, because I thought it would only hurt me if I got hurt again by the law, I still think that violence is inherent in human nature.

It’s not that I support the theory of the original evil, but rather that anyone would think that way when looking at London, which has far fewer restrictions than modern South Korea.

“Here! Please!”

Fights break out almost every other day, but the problem is that they rarely end with just fistfights.

In a bar, any glass you are holding becomes a weapon.

When we say glass, we should not think of it as a glass cup as we usually think of it.

Of course, if you hit someone with something like that, it could cause an accident, but since most of the cups here are made of lead or iron, if you hit the head or something like that, it can be fatal in one hit.

“Get out of the way, get out of the way!”

“Uh huh… … Liston and Pyeong!”

“If you know me, get out of the way, you guys.”

“Oh, I’m alive! I’m alive now!”

However, since both the person hitting and the person getting hit are usually drunk, it is rarer than you might think to hit someone on the head.

Moreover, since fights don’t just happen for a day or two, the bar owners, employees, and even customers are usually good at stopping them.

To be exact, you can think of him as a pro who watches and stops people when it looks like someone is about to die.

Usually, as soon as a punch is thrown, cheers erupt, which is our proud London bar culture.

“This is… … .”

“That kid stabbed me!”

To be honest, I don’t think it’s anything to be proud of, but I think it’s a healthy level.

In Joseon, there was also a game called Seokjeon, where people would throw stones periodically before stress or conflicts exploded.

It seems like there were quite a few people who died and were injured, so it’s hard to call it just a game…

But I guess you can give the blunt weapon some credit?

But in this day and age, there are quite a few people who carry sharp objects on their bodies.

And there are quite a few who use it not just for self-defense or decoration, but for actual combat.

“What crazy kid? He stabbed someone?”

The police haven’t come yet.

It’s so noisy that people are flocking here like this.

what…….

From the London police’s perspective, it would seem like they’re making a fuss over one person being stabbed at best.

Besides, the culprit has been identified now, right?

In other words, the police wouldn’t save anyone, so if they just caught the bad guys, everything would be okay.

“100 million.”

Even our hospital has a giant named Liston on staff.

It was the same even then, but my older brother almost always solves the crime in one go.

“Brother. If you keep beating him like that, he’ll need treatment too.”

“I didn’t stab you?”

“I think it would be better for you to stab me instead.”

Sometimes, we overdo it and the patient ends up with a one-plus-one, but that doesn’t mean the police will arrest my brother.

This is because not only the police, but also the law and citizens turn a blind eye to the unfortunate events that occur while catching bad guys.

Anyway, the patient, or rather the culprit, who was stretched out by Brother Liston was dragged into the emergency room by our disciples who were waiting.

That guy was hurt, but not bad enough to break anything, so we looked down at him lying on the floor.

‘Ahh… … the smell of alcohol.’

alcohol…….

Doctors don’t tell you to cut back for nothing.

Even though doctors drink a lot, it’s a bit much to say that, but drinking to the point of passing out like this is a bit much.

If you get hurt like that, it’s really frustrating…

“You’re pale.”

“My blood pressure is also low.”

Well, that’s that, but since we’re looking at patients, Liston and I first assessed the patient’s condition.

Even so, it wasn’t like I was seeing much.

It couldn’t be helped because what I could see was limited.

Nevertheless, as a trauma surgeon, I was able to understand some things.

“Shouldn’t there be a lot of bleeding at this point?”

“It’s strange.”

Liston knew this from experience, having been a ‘trauma maker’ himself.

To begin with, he was a person with very good intuition and was also smart, so he was the fastest at learning from me.

In fact, the disciples should be considered as Liston, not the kids in the emergency room.

I don’t know whether you’ll like it or not if I say that, so I’ll leave it at that for now…

“what?”

“Hmm. Let’s move inside for now. On the dirt floor… … .”

“There must be too much miasma.”

“You’re here just in time.”

When you are not sure, it is best to just take the patient to the hospital and have a look.

The problem with hospitals these days is that there’s nothing to see inside, but things might get better once there are no more onlookers.

“We must save him!”

“We must save him!”

Since I’m getting paid to operate an ambulance, it’s become important to look somewhat plausible.

In addition to that, it also teaches some really important guidelines, one of which is slogans.

If someone who doesn’t know sees this, they might think, “Are these guys putting on a show?” But this is how they keep in step.

If the balance is off, the patient may fall, and even a healthy person can be seriously injured if they are unconscious.

If you are already sick, you could get hurt even more, so if this simple slogan can prevent that, shouldn’t you do it unconditionally?

“The true doctors… … .”

“awesome…….”

“I want to be a doctor when I grow up.”

“Let’s pay first. If you want to receive that service anywhere other than in front of the hospital, you have to pay.”

Of course, the promotional effect is also good.

Since this is an era that is not accustomed to showing off, even if you do something like this, people think it is sincere.

Even though it’s the 19th century, it has its advantages, that’s what I’m saying.

You might think that last comment was a bit too detailed, but if you noticed it, you’re a pretty sharp person.

I confess.

He is a spy.

“Where did you get stabbed?”

Anyway, we brought the patient in.

The inside of the hospital, especially the emergency room, underwent extensive renovations under my direction, and the most important thing I paid attention to was hygiene, followed by visibility.

The lights are bright, that’s what I’m saying.

“Joseph.”

“yes!”

And thanks to the still developed by Joseph, clean hot water is available 24 hours a day, all year round.

While Joseph was fetching the water he had thus produced, Liston cut the patient in two, or rather, he cut the blood-soaked clothes the patient was wearing in half and stripped them off.

There were already some areas where blood was clotted, as if they had been injured for some time, but as expected from Liston, he stripped them naked in an instant.

I think it’s a blessing for London that this man is a doctor rather than joining a criminal organization.

If not, the back alleys of London would have been filled with nothing but flowers of death.

Choaaaak.

Joseph poured water on the patient’s exposed skin.

Almost simultaneously, Colin and the wiry John Snow were wiping the patient’s body with a soft, terry cloth.

Then, the blood that had been stuck to my skin was wiped away, and I was finally able to pinpoint the exact location of the wound.

“What the hell.”

“Do you have family?”

“Death sentence… … .”

“I’m not dead yet, Inma.”

Of all things, it was the heart.

I think the guy who got hit by Liston and bounced off earlier was actually Salsu.

In fact, I only stabbed him once, so the probability that it happened to be near the heart is extremely low.

Of course, there is a lower probability, which is the probability that someone who has been stabbed in the heart will survive.

“It’s too early to tell. It was the chest, but I can’t say for sure that the heart was stabbed.”

“Oh, well, if it was a heart, it would have bled a lot more than this.”

“But your condition looks like you lost a lot of blood… … .”

“Could it be that you were originally anemic?”

I wondered if someone with such severe anemia could go out drinking, but I decided to keep my mouth shut for now.

That’s because I usually think that a rebuttal without an alternative is a meaningless act.

Besides, the priority now is to understand the patient’s condition.

“Probe!”

“yes!”

If it were the 21st century, I would have gotten an ultrasound or CT scan… … .

What’s here?

There is no X-ray either.

But what will happen if we just keep lamenting?

A good doctor should always try to make the most of the limited resources he has.

Of course, if there was a better way, I would have made X-rays, ultrasounds, and CTs, but unfortunately, I am not good at math and physics, so I gave up on engineering school.

“after.”

I am a man who would rather give up on engineering than on patients.

“ego…….”

So we created something called a probe, which literally means ‘sleep’.

It may sound like a joke, but it’s a revolution in that you can intuitively judge how bad the injury is by inserting a sterilized needle into the wound.

There may still be some people who are upset about this, but like Columbus standing an egg on its end, changing the world is not about something completely new, but rather a slightly different way.

Jiik.

Go in, self.

As you said, it’s not like there’s that much blood coming out.

So everyone else, including Nana who was putting the knife in and Liston who was looking at it, were expecting the knife to go in a little.

Then I think both the patient and I will be really happy.

Basically, all I have to do now is stitch up the wound.

“uh…….”

“Why does this go in further?”

But the sleeper seemed set to go away forever.

It felt like there was a black hole inside the wound… … .

Ting.

Then, the person who was doing that bounced out on his own.

“What are you doing, you?”

“That’s not me.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“Have you ever seen someone joke around in front of a patient?”

“Oh… … Now that I think about it, there’s nothing there, you.”

“What’s unexpected?”

I talked to Liston for a moment, then pushed the knife in again.

The result was the same.

Ting.

It bounced back again.

Once might be a coincidence (which is not really a coincidence), but twice is absolutely not something to be seen as.

What’s reaching the end of this now is the heart.

That would be the most reasonable judgment.

And at the same time, it would be the most terrible judgment.

“Is this a heart?”

“I think so.”

“Oh my god.”

That kind of embarrassing reaction came out of Liston’s mouth, so it says it all.

Even after that, he seemed to have been so shocked that he just opened his mouth without even realizing it.

I must confess that I was the same way.

‘crazy…….’

heart?

The heart.

Although I go around proudly claiming to be a trauma surgeon, it is true that my reputation pales in comparison to thoracic surgery.

When you see a heart pounding in front of you, you think that only a truly great person can pull a knife on you.

Of course, in the 21st century, it’s a little better because we have this crazy invention called extracorporeal circulation, which allows us to stop the heart and perform surgery, but the heart is still scary.

now?

now…….

“What should I do with this?”

“What if you ask me that?”

Well, I don’t know… … .