I Quit My Job and Run a Café - Chapter 462



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Episode 462 Advances in Anesthesia [3]

Right away.

We got into the carriage and headed straight to the police station.

Unlike usual, he brought his disciples and Blundell with him.

First of all, Alfred was better at anesthesia than I was, and since we were going to practice tracheal intubation anyway, I thought it would be better for all the doctors on the team to do it.

“Oh, really. Why are you making a fuss about something like that?”

“That’s right. If you look closely, there are times when you can be vulnerable in strange places.”

“Look here, sir. Those aren’t people. How can those who killed people be considered people?”

“Even if they are people, it is the same. We are giving them the opportunity to atone for their sins instead of the Lord!”

Listening to Liston and Blundell, it seemed like it was normal for this to break a little.

I also felt like I was still stuck in the 21st century.

Even in this situation, I sometimes wonder if prisoners have no human rights. I guess this is the 21st century, which is a helpless place.

Human rights? Isn’t that a ridiculous thing to say?

If you look outside the carriage, you can easily find people who are unable to live a decent life.

If innocent people live like that, what about prisoners? Human rights?

I think this is a very soft way of thinking.

‘Yeah, it’s not like I’m doing this just to live well.’

And what the heck? Am I trying to make money?

It’s just… … an act to save more people.

Isn’t that a given?

Aren’t you embarrassed to say that?

If you just turn on the news for a moment, you’ll see a ton of people who seem like criminals, not doctors.

In the meantime, I applied to the trauma surgery department, which was designed to rely solely on a sense of mission, so I was a true doctor… … No, I was an adult, an adult.

“Why are you grinning with such a suspicious face again?”

“Don’t do any more experiments. Even if they’re prisoners, what they’ve done so far is a bit too much.”

“What are you talking about? How could I do that?”

How unfair it must be for 19th century doctors to dare to slander me like that.

So I tried to back off, but Liston started to get even more aggressive.

“How could that be… Don’t you even know the story of Zengzi in the Analects?”

“Steam… …?”

“Have you ever seen such an ignorant seed?”

“no…….”

Now, it seems that beyond learning Korean, they are even preparing for the civil service examination.

Even if you don’t know the Analects, you’re talking about Zengzi?

Were there any other philosophers besides Confucius and Mencius?

“It looks like you don’t even know who Zengzi is. He must be Confucius’s disciple.”

“Ah… … disciples… … You must have many disciples. But what does that have to do with me?”

“They say ignorance is bliss, and there is a saying he left behind: I examine myself three times every day. Whether I have been faithful in helping others, whether I have lost my faith in my friends, and whether I have not learned what I have learned from my teacher. This is called the Three Five Gods.”

“That… … is a good point. But… … ?”

“Even someone like Zengzi never stopped reflecting at the end of each day, so why should people like us live like that? Especially you. Aren’t you guilty of many sins?”

“What… … What… … .”

That’s why I get angry when I talk to educated people.

I’m not angry because you suddenly stabbed me in the back with a question I have no idea about.

Suddenly, I felt like I could deeply understand Qin Shi Huang, the protagonist of the Burning of Books and Burying of Scholars, and Mao Zedong of the Cultural Revolution.

No, there’s no need to go that far.

People tend to ignore things they don’t want to hear as their status rises.

But does that person even have beliefs?

Going to the Holocaust.

“Yes… … I will reflect on myself.”

“Still, I guess you haven’t completely lost the way of the gentleman. That’s fortunate.”

When I thought about it that way, I had no choice but to take a step back.

At the same time, concerns about Liston began to creep in.

It’s nothing else… … .

‘At that level, I think he knows more about Joseon than I do… … .’

I thought he knew everything about selling out Joseon.

If this person is someone who eats rice cakes, then I don’t know… … .

‘This is why adults hate quick-witted kids.’

I think he probably hates Liston more than the kid.

You can lure a kid with candy or money, or you can just sweep it away from his sight, but if you do that wrong, it’ll be you who’ll be the one getting wiped away.

‘I don’t know why I asked that… … .’

Hey, I don’t know.

I think Professor Oh X-young said that it was foolish to worry about something that I couldn’t do anything about.

It might not be the case, but I think it’s better to just think of it that way and move on.

“Wow, wow.”

We’ve already arrived at the police station, right?

My style is to focus on the task at hand.

If you look closely, Liston is a weak-willed guy, so I don’t think he’d do anything to me.

First of all, I already planted a head.

Guan Yu, who had his family taken away, also saved Cao Cao’s life at Huarong Island, so I don’t think Liston will be any different.

This is even more so as he is evolving from an ordinary, that is, cheap 19th century Anglo-Saxon British person to a Joseon yangban who has learned the ways of a gentleman.

“Are there a lot of bad guys these days?”

Liston strode into the police station as if it were his own home.

The police also welcomed Liston as their landlord.

“Oh my, Professor.”

“There are too many.”

“What else do you want to experiment with?”

“Haha, if it’s that cruel, then let me watch it.”

It was while saying things like this.

By the way, none of this is a joke.

I’m serious.

Often on the news, when YouTubers or celebrities buy buildings, people criticize them for making so much money.

If you live in an era without entertainment, you’ll probably find yourself cursing a lot.

It’s truly amazing how talented you are at making others happy.

If people here had something fun to do, there would probably be less suicides and even fewer people killing people.

Because life is so tough, there are a lot of aspects that you can’t just get over.

“Haha, you can come as much as you want. But I don’t know if it’s cruel or not… … .”

“What kind of experiment is it?”

“First of all, this is what our doctor, Dr. Pyeong, came up with.”

“Hey, that would be so cruel! Let’s all go!”

I have no idea why my name is mentioned there and why there is cheering.

I’m not denying that I’ve ever experimented with it.

I did, obviously.

But wasn’t this just an experiment to make it clear that this wasn’t the right thing to do?

‘To put it bluntly… … Drinking someone else’s urine isn’t that cruel.’

The frame is so scary.

Once you’ve been labeled as cruel, even if you’re not actually cruel, you start to think that way.

This is partly Liston’s fault.

Are you saying that you speak a little strangely?

“We will stop your breathing, insert a metal tube into your mouth, and blow air into it to see if you live or not.”

“Uh… … That’s a bit… … .”

“I guess we should only do this to truly vicious criminals.”

“Since it’s a metal tube, there’s a chance that your tongue might get torn or your teeth might break during the insertion process, so you have to choose carefully.”

“Hey… … .”

“I’m glad we’re on the same side.”

Look at me.

If you say it’s an endotracheal intubation test, it’s nothing, so why do you have to say it like that…

“Doctor Pyeong. There are bad guys around here.”

“is it so?”

“It’s scary because you laugh too much, right? Well, that’s why we like it!”

“What do you mean I laughed? Anyway, where are you?”

“We’re currently investigating. The evidence is perfect, from the physical to the circumstantial evidence… … Well, these guys are evading the truth.”

“So you want me to put a metal tube in your neck when it’s not even certain yet?”

I thought of all the various steel pipes I had commissioned from the blacksmith shop attached to the research institute.

I tried my best to make it as easy to put in as possible.

But, doesn’t it mean that putting in effort doesn’t necessarily lead to good results?

It’s not like all 19th century doctors were crazy murderers, but it’s similar to how people die just by going to the hospital.

‘I’m better than that, but… … .’

No matter what, it’s a bit weird to just stick it in someone’s neck.

So while I was hesitating, a police officer came with a little boy.

“Is this you?”

“Ah, no… … Doctor Pyeong. No matter what, this is a bit… … .”

When I asked with a furious expression, the police officer made a furious expression even though I brought him here without any further explanation.

It probably means something like, “How can you think that way about a child?”

It was ridiculous.

If you’re Korean, then maybe not, but what about the British?

I was about to ask who cleaned your chimney today, but I stopped myself.

-The child is small, so he is perfect for cleaning chimneys. Isn’t that how God created him?

No matter what, I asked how they could make a child enter such a narrow place, and this was the reply.

‘Ah… … That also needs to be improved somehow… … .’

If it was just suffering, it would be nonsense.

Actually, I didn’t even know that.

Because almost as soon as I arrived in London, I started living in a rich family without worrying about money.

And, then and now, such things usually happen without the landlord’s knowledge.

Huh? No need to do that.

Because this is happening in 21st century Korea too.

If you are suspicious, type ‘cleaning worker’ into Naver and watch the news. Your doubts will be resolved.

‘Who in the world would have thought I’d see the corpse of a child covered in black soot and beaten to death?’

I waited for the officer’s next words, suddenly filled with compassion for the child.

The officer still had a face that made me wonder if this was a person because he couldn’t read my mind, but it was okay.

Because I’m used to villains.

“That, that kid’s parents are the victims. They said they saw it, but they’re just pretending not to know?”

“Ah… … Really? Did you really see it?”

“Yes, I saw it! But those guys… … .”

“her…….”

The officer, who had read the change in my expression, continued speaking.

“There are other crimes he is suspected of. But this.”

“But… … Don’t you normally not put someone in jail even if there are no witnesses?”

Aside from being angry, I also had a question.

Of course, the police these days also conduct scientific investigations.

Recently, inspired by electrotherapy, we even created an electric chair and conducted interrogations using it, so it’s a scientific investigation, right?

If you think about the fact that you can make a non-criminal into a criminal, you could say that you have reached the realm of the gods… … .

It’s strange that they can’t do it even though there are witnesses.

“Ah… … These guys have a backer. I can’t put them in without evidence.”

“Who is it?”

“He’s a nobleman. He’s a loan shark. Well, he stabbed his parents to death in the first place because he was trying to collect a debt… … .”

“her.”

“There has to be a confession.”

“Please leave it to me.”

I can’t believe something like this happened… … .

Even if you didn’t know, you can’t just ignore it now that you know.

Is it a coincidence that I have in my hands some things that look like torture devices and some medicine that is closer to poison than medicine?

I looked up at the sky for a moment.

‘You sent me not only to advance medicine, but also to bring about justice.’

Today, a ray of light broke through the thick fog that is characteristic of London, and to me it felt like an answer, or rather permission, from God.