I Quit My Job and Run a Café - Chapter 483



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Episode 483 Breast Cancer [1]

Originally, we were going to have Blundell perform the surgery.

Actually, it’s not like Mr. Blundell hasn’t done it at all.

First of all… … In France, we went into surgery together, and since then, we have been seeing a lot of gynecological diseases.

Although not as famous as Nana Liston, she became quite famous and had many patients.

First of all, we can say that among our team, there are an overwhelming number of female patients.

That’s why I think there were many people who asked for surgery even though they knew they would die.

-But I don’t think anyone was saved.

The prognosis is… … .

It looks like it wasn’t very good.

In fact, it can’t be helped.

‘Jehu is funny.’

In Korea, there is no external organization that specifically evaluates the prognosis of individual doctors.

We do conduct some investigation within the hospital, but… … .

This makes sense at the junior level, but it doesn’t make sense once you get to the senior level.

If you start dividing it by department, it will just lead to a fight.

why?

If you see a patient who is not doing well, the prognosis is bound to be poor.

For example, if some doctors see the same breast cancer patients and some see stage 1 and above, the prognosis for those who see stage 3 is seen to be much worse.

‘It’s a system where the reputation is likely to look like a quack’s prognosis.’

This means that it is a typical statistical error.

Any decent intellectual should fix this… … .

I don’t really think so.

Rather, I will use it.

“What… … I’ll do it.”

“Yes. Aren’t you the one with a 100% success rate?”

“Haha, that’s still the case.”

“Just between us, Blundell… … is said to be the only one still alive… … .”

I just nodded to the director’s words.

Blundell did not mention that all of the patients he treated had cancer that had already spread to their skin.

What are you doing?

Don’t I still need to remain the king of London’s medical community?

In order to maintain authority as the ubermensi of the times, I need to excel myself, but wouldn’t it be easier to belittle the abilities of others?

“Don’t worry too much. A partial mastectomy will be sufficient.”

“Uhh… … As expected.”

“Of course, life is a matter of chance… … It depends on the Lord. Please pray hard.”

“I pray every day these days anyway.”

I looked at the director for a moment, who only becomes a servant of the Lord at times like this.

I didn’t really have anything in mind to say.

That’s just how people are.

If you keep doing that, you’ll start liking your wife again, right?

Then, should we study the theory of evolution, which has been gaining a lot of attention recently?

While saying that it seems like there is no God.

“Anyway, let me see your wife.”

“Oh, yeah. I have surgery soon anyway… … .”

“Do you have family next to you?”

“Of course. The kids are all here.”

“Since I won’t be able to see you in person right away after the surgery, tell me to see you a lot now.”

“Yes, of course.”

How about me?

There is a saying that when making plans, prepare as if there is no God, and when doing something, depend on God as if you have prepared nothing.

Judging by the fact that it seems pretty plausible who said it, it’s likely an internet shitpost, but anyway.

Right now I’m acting like an atheist.

Instead of expecting a miracle, we are saying that we are doing everything we can.

“First of all… Joseph is in charge of disinfection.”

“George Frau, the devil of the ward. Trust me.”

Joseph.

I don’t know if I should call it notoriety or fame, but either way, the guy’s obsession with disinfection is already well-known.

Thanks to that, the director was also satisfied.

That didn’t stop the nagging.

The most important thing in this inspection is none other than self-checking.

“First of all, we thoroughly disinfected the entire hospital room where you will stay after the surgery.”

“Okay, then.”

“Surgical instruments and such… … Of course, we will supervise them thoroughly.”

“I believe you.”

“First of all, the operating room will be unique. The ceiling and walls will be finished with copper.”

“Not lead? Copper is too expensive.”

Doing surgery in a wooden building… … .

It’s a bit unsettling, after all.

Although wood is said to be almost like a fraud as a construction material, it is still somewhat lacking in terms of hygiene.

Especially in a humid place like London.

‘Well… … I’m finishing it off by painting and wallpapering it… … .’

Wallpaper has issues with various heavy metals, including arsenic.

paint?

Needless to say, it’s lead paint.

Of course, it would be better for the surgical patient to be exposed to lead rather than bacteria, but this Kim Tae-pyeong is a man who does not know compromise.

So I finished it with copper.

“That’s true, but copper is prettier.”

“Ah… … Well, that’s true. If you take good care of it, it’s as good as gold. Then why don’t you just make it gold?”

Correct it.

We compromised and made it with copper.

Gold and silver… … .

Even for me, it’s impossible.

The director was probably half joking, so he didn’t say anything further.

“I don’t think there will be much bleeding… … but just in case, I’ve gathered people who can give blood transfusions.”

“Moa… … ?”

“Yes, Jewish kids.”

“Ah… … Be careful. There’s something strange going around about you these days.”

I pointed to a separate playroom.

Inside were a group of Jewish teenagers who knew nothing about anything.

I read books and played with the toys I ordered and made… … .

-They say Kim Tae-pyeong sucks the blood of Jews!

There is no guarantee that they are free from sexually transmitted diseases such as syphilis.

But isn’t the possibility that it won’t be there much higher than that of the others?

As such, it is merely a method used as a last resort.

It’s not like I made a wicked contract like Shylock.

It offers significant rewards.

Even the Jews of London live in safety under my protection.

“I don’t care about rumors. Jesus said the same thing.”

“That… … yeah.”

The director, unable to continue speaking after hearing my well-spoken words, stepped back.

It was a desirable thing.

There’s still more to say.

“And lighting is important.”

“Yeah, what should be visible?”

“Let’s look at the operating room.”

“Oh.”

The operating room was, as I just mentioned, copper-plated.

Originally, I thought about cleaning everything down to the floor, but then I thought about it and decided to leave it as is since even in a 21st century operating room, anything below the waist is considered contaminated.

Rather, it looked better because it was left like that.

The director looked at the shiny copper and soon realized why it was so shiny.

“Gas lights… … These are really expensive… … ?”

“But you have to take a good look at it. I was going to install it anyway, and I ended up installing it all while my wife was having surgery.”

“He’s the kind of person who’s going to leave next week, so I wonder if I’m making him worry too much.”

“Haha… … What kind of relationship do we have? This much is natural.”

You might be wondering why I’m more excited than the director…

There is a saying in the late Joseon Dynasty that the more rice ripens, the more it bows its head.

Also, Yulgok Yi I warned about the boy’s success, that is, early success…

Since I’m in that exact situation right now, I’m being careful on purpose.

“You… … thank you so much.”

“You can say that after your wife gets better.”

“No, no. I’m already grateful.”

“Oh, and… … I’m only telling this to the director.”

“Oh, tell me.”

“For now, an Anglican priest and a Puritan pastor are on standby. They are planning to lead a prayer battle, or rather a prayer meeting, in the chapel outside before the surgery begins.”

You may wonder what this is, but during this time, it is common for pastors and priests to enter the operating room.

They even pray the anointing prayer.

It is said that one should put one’s hands on one’s face, but priests, past or present, do not listen well and do not even wash their hands.

There are times when I wonder if I became a priest because I didn’t want to listen to anyone else’s words but God’s…

So, I have been trying to get rid of it from the beginning and proceed, but the patients and their guardians do not feel that way, so I created a separate chapel.

“I am a Protestant, but… … .”

“Then shall we send the priest?”

“The more you pray, the better.”

“Right?”

The dominant religion in England is currently the Church of England.

However, the director is a descendant of those who came to England to escape the persecution of Huguenots (Protestants) in France in the 16th century, so he still practices Protestantism.

And our Britain is different from the uncivilized France in that we don’t kill people just because they have different religious affiliations.

There are times when they pick on you from behind or sneakily feed you food, but that’s it…

If you feel wronged, you can just convert, right?

‘When in a hurry… … you end up holding on to superstitions.’

Some of the 17th century Protestants, the Puritans, went to America in search of religious freedom, right?

Even those with such determination are said to have taken along one or two talismans that sailors carry around because the sea is so rough.

Compared to that, an Anglican priest is a nobleman.

“And this… … You don’t have to do this, but upstairs.”

“Upstairs? Oh… …you mean the Listuck lab?”

“Yes. There is a monk there.”

“Monk… … ?”

The director’s expression became strange.

This is what happens when people talk about things they don’t know.

‘Actually, I think there are shamans too… … .’

A while ago, I managed to raid Liston’s mansion.

It was intended to rescue trapped Koreans, but to cut to the chase, it was a complete failure.

That’s because the mansion was almost fortified.

Besides, the inside was completely maze-like, so even if the employees tried to turn it around, they couldn’t get in.

Anyway, in the middle, there was a door with something that looked like Chinese characters drawn in a horrible liquid that was either chicken blood or something… … No matter how you look at it, that’s a shaman.

“They are people who believe in the God we believe in in Joseon… … Sometimes Brother Liston calls us.”

“Wow… … They do all sorts of things.”

“I guess it would be better to send it back?”

“No, just sleep.”

“Yes, send it… Yes?”

What if I get a negative reaction?

God is more… … upset than you think.

Didn’t you know that once upon a time, the world almost got destroyed by a flood?

So I tried to send it off nicely, but the director caught me.

“Well, it’s strange to say that. Aren’t you a Joseon person?”

“I am a British nobleman.”

“Has that news already reached those upstairs?”

“What… … is that sound.”

“Maybe your god still watches over you. As you know, the surgeon is absolutely in charge of the surgery.”

“ah…….”

Well, the director and his wife are particularly fond of Geumsil.

It goes without saying that they were a stuffy couple among the upper classes of 19th century London, which was not only dissolute but also chaotic.

I decided that he really wanted to bet everything on this surgery.

“Okay. Well… … I think it’s all done now, so I’ll see your wife and start the surgery soon.”

“Yeah, yeah. Phew… … .”