Chapter 5: Jack the Ripper

Ouch, ouch, ouch... Oh my, can't you be a little gentler?" Qiu the Fat began to wail again, as several burly men found him too heavy and simply tossed him onto the bed, resulting in the tearing of his wound, causing him considerable pain

However, in the eyes of Dr. Blonshtine and that fat man Qiu who was operated on, Zhu Jishi, the Tatar doctor, was also a similar character. Otherwise, how did the nickname "Jack the Ripper" come about later?

Just as Zhu Jishi, Blonstein, and Will Haiming worked together to move Fatty Qiu into the bedroom, a heart-wrenching scream erupted; Fatty had already woken up

However, upon hearing this, Qiu the Fatty naturally became even more uneasy. He knew that he had no connection with God; he had never prayed sincerely from childhood to adulthood. In fact, he did not believe in such nonsense as virgin births or that God created all things. If this Tatar really was sent by God, it must surely be to torment him rather than to save him

The bullet has been found. With a soft sound, a deformed lead bullet fell onto the wooden table. Zhu Jishi then said: Thread and needle.

"Intestines! Oh my! Are my intestines still there?" At this moment, Qiu Panzai seemed to remember that his intestines had been pulled out by a certain Tatar from his belly, and he looked at Zhu Jishi with a face full of anxiety

"Hehehe, don't move around. Do you know how much you weigh?" At this moment, Will Haiming, who almost killed Churchill, said disdainfully, "Isn't it just a few cuts on the stomach and pulling out the intestines? What's the big deal? Can't the descendants of Duke John Churchill endure this little pain?"

Upon hearing the loud and boisterous shouts of the overweight man, Zhu Jishi and Blonstein finally felt a sense of relief. Even someone with no knowledge of medicine would understand that Mr. Churchill's life was essentially secured. Zhu Jishi now wore an expression of profound mystery. After completing the surgery on the overweight man, he and Blonstein engaged in a discussion for a full hour, focusing entirely on medical issues. The more they discussed, the more he felt his medical skills were exceptional—wasn't that obvious? After all, he was a top student from a medical school 172 years in the future! After completing the surgery on the overweight man, he and Blonstein engaged in a discussion for a full hour, focusing entirely on medical issues. The more they discussed, the more he felt his medical skills were exceptional—wasn't that obvious? After all, he was a top student from a medical school 172 years in the future! If his skills weren't exceptional, then his more than six years in medical school would have been for nothing

No wonder these white people do not have population issues in later generations; it turns out to be the work of these perverse murderous doctors!

Indeed, the doctors of 19th century Europe were nothing short of despicable drug dealers! Opium was an essential item in their medical kits and the most effective painkiller. As long as patients had the need and could afford it, the doctors would immediately sell opium to them. Even more outrageous, in this era, opium could be openly sold alongside books in pharmacies of Western capitalist countries! Were they running pharmacies or opium dens?

Bloomstein still seemed to have difficulty believing that this fellow had truly escaped a calamity. He took out a thermometer to measure Fat Qiu's temperature, and indeed, there was no fever. The old man scratched his sparse white hair and let out a heavy sigh: "It is truly a miracle, having his belly opened up, losing blood, and even having his intestines removed..."

"It hurts so much!" Qiu Fatty shouted inwardly. He was truly suffering now; he had taken his opium too early, and the effects had worn off significantly, leaving him unable to withstand the pain! The current situation was akin to being vivisected without anesthesia. Not to mention Qiu Fatty, even among the most twisted Japanese samurai, nine out of ten would be unable to endure and would seek someone to end their suffering.

Bloomstein hurriedly handed the sutures that had been prepared to Zhu Jishi. As mentioned earlier, Zhu Jishi studied basic medicine, which, in simpler terms, refers to internal medicine. He had no surgical skills, only a basic understanding of some principles and had attended an anatomy class. Therefore, when he had just cut open Qiu Pangzi's abdomen, it took several incisions to open it up, and now the suturing was even more haphazard, with stitches varying in depth and crookedly placed. If Ye Yiren were to see this, she would surely laugh at him for three months. However, in the end, he managed to patch things up reasonably well, not only closing the hole in the intestines and placing them back properly but also stitching up the muscles and skin on the fat man's belly. He also used the anti-inflammatory medication provided by Doctor Bloomstein to dress the wound and wrapped it with gauze. As for antibiotics, Zhu Jishi was not planning to administer any to the fat man unless the wound became infected and he developed a high fever. Otherwise, it was better to save them. Before he could 'invent' penicillin and streptomycin himself, the two packs of cephalosporins in his backpack were akin to miraculous elixirs.

It hurts so much

"It has been put back, already stitched up, not a bit is missing." Zhu Jishi lifted the blanket off the fat man, glanced at the wound wrapped in gauze, and noticed that not much blood was seeping out. He nodded and revealed a gentle smile: "Mr. Churchill, I must say your physical constitution is quite good; the wound should heal quickly." He then turned to Blonstein and said: "Give him... give him some opium, so he can have a good sleep; he shouldn't feel as much pain tomorrow."

In the view of Zhu Jishi, the medical standards of this era are purely... murder! Moreover, it is torture! If viewed through the lens of the 21st century, the Western medicine of this time can essentially be considered as that of psychopathic killers and sadists! These individuals do not even understand the basics of surgical disinfection or blood transfusion, yet they dare to perform surgeries? What else could this be but murder? If a patient does not die from wound infections or excessive bleeding, it is undoubtedly due to sheer luck! As for anesthesia, it is basically just opium mixed with white liquor! How much pain relief can these two substances provide? Allowing a patient to take a few puffs of opium and then proceeding to amputate hands and feet, what else could this be but sadism?

At this moment, everyone widened their eyes, and the maid named Lucy screamed and fainted. Immediately after, the plump man Qiu also lost consciousness. However, Zhu Jishi remained remarkably calm as he pointed to a hole in the intestine and said, "The bullet has penetrated the intestine. If the bullet is not removed in time, Mr. Churchill will surely die"

Zhu Jishi paid no attention to how Qiu Panzai felt; he simply nodded heavily at him and made an incision next to the wound on the fat man's belly with a scalpel. However, he did not completely cut through the thick layers of flesh and fat on the man's abdomen, indicating that his skills were indeed lacking. Zhu Jishi shook his head and made another cut along the first incision, and then he saw blood gushing out

The overweight man, bound hand and foot, struggled desperately. However, under the combined efforts of Haiming and Blonstein, Zhu Jishi successfully cut open the man's plump belly. He then reached inside the man's abdomen and felt around for a long time but could not find the lead bullet. In the end, he ended up pulling out the man's foul-smelling fat intestine instead

Is it not certain that we are doomed now? Blonshtain and Haiming exchanged a glance, and Countess Isabel's face was also pale with distress. Suddenly, they heard Zhu Jishi shout: "Blonshtain, blood transfusion! Haiming, give me the hemostatic clamp!" The two quickly regained their composure, one handed the hemostatic clamp to Zhu Jishi to clamp several bleeding points that were gushing blood, while the other used a syringe to inject the blood from the wine glass into the veins of Fatty Qiu's arm

There is no other painkiller available now except for opium, and whether Qiu the Fatty will become a drug addict depends solely on his own willpower

Even more unforgivable is that in the 19th century, Western medicine was still engaged in the large-scale harm of pregnant women and infants! Due to the lack of necessary surgical sterilization, nearly 10% of women who gave birth naturally during this era would die from puerperal fever or other bacterial infections! As for cesarean sections, they were unimaginable, making difficult labor essentially a matter of life and death for pregnant women

"Will, you bastard! I'm dying here, and you still mock me like this. I cannot let Isabel be with you; she is so kind, so pure, so beautiful. If she were to be with a bastard like you, I would surely die with my eyes wide open! I will duel you!"

In summary, in Zhu Jishi's view, the doctors of this era are all heinous criminals, and they are particularly perverse and shameless. Fortunately, he studied medicine before his time travel; otherwise, in this era filled with perverse and murderous doctors, if he were to fall ill, he would surely be treated to death by a killer doctor like Blonschtein

"Alright, just place him on this bed," Isabel said. She had already instructed the servants to clean a bedroom and, following Zhu Jishi's orders, had replaced all the sheets and bedding with clean ones.

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