The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 115

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 115

Episode 115 With all my heart (2)

A few days have passed.

In the meantime, Rakiel steadily took care of the wounded soldiers. I opened my eyes first thing in the morning.

‘My bonus life!’

No matter how tired I was, no matter how exhausted my body felt, I never missed a day. The first thing to check was the condition of the wounded soldiers. Ladecasol was applied to the injured area.

It was an ointment based on ‘Jaungo’, a traditional herbal medicine ointment. Of course, the effect had to be outstanding.

‘In the first place, Jaungo is a pretty useful ointment.’

It was an ointment used for various skin diseases and burns. In particular, the effects of angelica root and root root used in Jaungo were good.

Angelica root was effective in providing nutrients to the skin and promoting tissue regeneration. It also has a slight pain-relieving and anti-inflammatory effect. The root has antipyretic and detoxifying sterilizing properties. Natural antibiotics provided by the Queen Apiros larvae, Cuckoo, were added to it.

The effect was enormous.

‘good. The swollen area is noticeably subsiding.’

Whenever I checked on wounded soldiers at dawn and opened the bandages in the morning, I actually felt anxious.

Because of the terrible appearance of the wound?

Of course not.

I wonder if the wound will fade as the day goes by. I’m afraid there may be pus or it may be swollen due to inflammation. I am afraid that the condition of the wounded soldier will worsen due to the infection reaction.

That was the thing I was most afraid of.

Most of the people here were seriously injured soldiers. However, if you suffer from a bacterial infection, recovery cannot be guaranteed. Even life becomes dangerous.

Radecassol effectively prevented that. The remaining areas have been subsided. It also soothed the wounds that were oozing with pus. Literally, new skin sprouted out.

“Well, it’s time to apply medicine again today. “Don’t move.”

“Ugh… Ugh….”

“It stings, right?”

“It’s okay, doctor.”

“good. You were patient with me today too. “The stitches are sticking well.”

Things are going as intended. Injured soldiers are recovering smoothly.

That fact gave me hope. We worked harder to take care of the wounded soldiers. He stayed close to me almost the whole day. Thanks to this, the group also became busy. Lord Gardin, of course. Even the knights of Amboise, whom the princess had assigned to protect Rachiel, were like that.

The knights also rolled up their sleeves. I thought about this while helping Rachiel and Gardin take care of the wounded soldiers.

‘Why is that Prince of Magentano so sincere?’

‘If you look at the wounded soldiers here, they are not even their own people. We are the people of Amboise. ‘Why are they so eager?’

No, have we ever thought of caring for wounded soldiers so diligently? Have you ever thought that your life can be saved if you apply your sincerity?

‘…no.’

does not exist.

There has never been one.

The drivers were deeply moved. Then I looked at Rakiel who was giving acupuncture needles to the wounded soldier.

“….”

I suddenly felt embarrassed.

They were knights. They were people who valued honor. However, no attention was ever paid to the dying soldiers. He was only interested in protecting the royal family and enhancing his personal honor.

But what is true honor? Showing off your bravery on the battlefield? Protecting the royal family and lord?

It suddenly occurred to me that that wasn’t all. It was an unfamiliar thought and emotion that I felt for the first time. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel any resistance. Rather, I felt like I wanted to learn and change. The knights weren’t the only ones who felt that way.

“Hey, master?”

It’s already deep into the night.

Sir Gardin carefully woke up Rakiel, who was dozing off next to the wounded soldier. However, perhaps because she was sleeping much more soundly than expected, Rachiel hardly opened her eyes. In the end, Sir Gardin tapped his lord on the shoulder.

“young master?”

“…Umm uh hmm?”

The crown prince flinched and woke up. Sir Gardin smiled faintly at the defenseless figure looking up blankly.

“Are you okay?”

“uh? me?”

“yes.”

“…Oh my shoulder. I dozed off. It’s okay, it’s okay.”

“But you were drooling.”

“….”

“Not there. “On the other side.”

“Hey!”

Rakiel’s sleeves were busy moving.

The wrists and forearms visible between the sleeves are very thin. He used to be quite skinny, but these days he seems to be even thinner. Maybe it was because I was tired from taking care of the wounded soldiers.

Sir Gardin said worriedly.

“Hey, I’m worried that you’re pushing yourself too hard these days.”

“Me?”

“yes. Then you might collapse…”

“Oh, it’s okay, it’s okay. “I know my body well.”

“But, master. “No, Your Highness.”

Sir Gardin looked with a straight face.

“Actually, it is. “I wasn’t going to say this, but I have to say it today.”

“…What do you want to say?”

Rakiel also hardened his expression.

Could it be that Lord Gardin is trying to protest? Or is he trying to give some bitter advice?

‘Well, I’ve been pushing myself quite a bit these days. I stayed up a lot all night. ‘I ate my food too hungrily.’

Of course, it had to be that way.

There were a lot of injured soldiers waiting for treatment, but there was a serious shortage of workers. Only by splitting sleep, reducing rest time, and even cutting down on eating time was it possible to take care of all the wounded soldiers.

Thanks to this, the five organs and six organs protested every day. If you keep doing this, you’ll collapse. I’m hooked. There was a tendency to declare a strike sooner or later. But now, is Lord Gardin trying to join the ranks of nags?

‘Write it. If they really nag, I should just scold them and ignore them.’

After all, power is meant to be used in times like these. It was the moment when Rachiel thought so. Something unexpected, not bitter, came out of Lord Gardin’s mouth.

“I have been reflecting deeply these days.”

“…huh?”

“I’m serious.”

“….”

What does that mean? What made me reflect on this? Sir Gardin continued.

“Actually, when I first came here. No, even before that, from the time I followed you to Amboise and from the time I departed from the imperial capital, I was skeptical about your plan.”

“You were skeptical?”

“yes.”

Sir Gardin nodded slowly.

“I wondered how many soldiers I would be able to save even if I helped you, even if you stepped forward. It was the same when I arrived here and saw what the camp looked like. It just seemed to me that the soldiers were all going to die before long. But…”

“But?”

“Your Majesty was different.”

Sir Gardin spoke in a voice that somehow exuded strange confidence.

“You didn’t give up. He did not compromise or retreat from reality. When there was no way out, he desperately tried to forge a new path and did not hesitate to take the lead when the road was difficult. That’s why. “I am feeling and reflecting a lot this time.”

“…Oh really?”

“Yes, Your Highness. I will feel and learn more in the future. Therefore, I would like to take better care of your health.”

Lord Gardin said with a serious expression.

I meant it.

I thought the wounded soldiers were just being neglected. I just thought that was normal. But no.

He followed his master in caring for the wounded soldiers, and as he watched them get out of their beds one by one, he reflected painfully. He said he was lazy. I felt like there had never been an effort to find a way to save more people.

“So please don’t let me go from now on. “This is a request I dare to ask.”

“…Uhm, can I answer honestly?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“I think I just cringed and went crazy.”

“….”

“My hands and feet almost disappeared, really.”

“….”

“I’m already so tired that I’m dying. What are you talking about in the middle of the night? If we have time to talk like that, let’s go around the camp and check on the wounded soldiers, okay? “Is there a soldier with a fever while sleeping? Is he breathing comfortably? Are there any other emergencies?”

“….”

“Let’s do well? huh?”

“…Yes, Your Highness.”

Sir Gardin’s slightly cringe-like sincerity was instantly suppressed(?).

Days of treatment continued.

I put my best effort into it.

Emergency surgery and sutures were performed, Ladecasol was applied, decoctions were prescribed, and acupuncture was administered to those who needed it. A balanced diet and careful hygiene management were basic. A hot summer day passed by with Rakiel’s fatigue accumulating day by day.

One day, two days, ten days, fifteen days, one month.

Meanwhile, many wounded soldiers got up and left. Senior soldier Thierry, who was the first to undergo emergency surgery at the camp, was one of them.

‘I can’t believe I can walk again like this.’

Is this really reality?

On the first day he stood up on his own from his hospital bed, Thierry looked up with emotion on his face. I couldn’t believe the stinging sunlight hitting my forehead. It was so heartwarming to be able to recover and walk like this.

‘I never thought this day would come…’

I was giving up on myself. It really felt that way when I was dying in a dirty bed. There was no hope of survival. The festering wound was so painful.

I wish this pain would end quickly. I just hope that the end of this life won’t be too painful. I was waiting for death day after day, panting.

But now everything has changed.

The wound that was so bad was healed. He didn’t even cut off his arm. The side area was also completely healed. In this way, I was able to walk on two legs. I was able to have hope for my future life.

That emotion wasn’t just his. Many other wounded soldiers got up one after another. We embraced each other, enjoying the joy of recovery. The entire camp was filled with smiles of relief and joy.

But only one.

Even in this situation, there was someone who was not excited. It was Rachiel.

It was an evening when as many as 30 wounded soldiers left the scene. To commemorate the occasion, a small banquet was being prepared at the camp. Rachiel quietly slipped out of the small but noisy toasts of the soldiers. He returned to his small tent and opened the chest.

There were various miscellaneous items in it. No, actually, they were keepsakes. Wounded soldiers who could not be revived at the camp. Because the wound is so deep. It’s too late to do anything. I tried every possible treatment, but it wasn’t enough. It was a keepsake of soldiers who sadly died.

A glove with someone’s hand stains on it.

Someone’s shabby necklace.

These were all items collected one by one from the dead soldiers at Rakiel’s request. It was a keepsake that should be sent to the bereaved families someday in the future, at least in place of the bodies of the fallen.

“….”

His eyes swept over the keepsakes.

Every time I look at each relic, I am reminded of the last moments of the soldiers who held it. The hand that held my hand tightly even as it trembled and the empty gaze that could not be felt as I gasped and then stopped breathing. Everything seemed as vivid as if it had just happened.

‘If my skills had been a little better, I could have saved it.’

I can not know.

I tried my best, I really worked hard, but that was no consolation. These were the patients he cared for. These were the people who could not be saved in the end. Actually, this experience was unfamiliar. In oriental medicine clinics, it is rare for a patient under care to die. Such patients go to the emergency rooms of large hospitals early.

So it was.

Watching the patient he cared for die and helplessly watching such a patient. It was all a first time. Every time a person closed their eyes, a nail was driven into their chest. It was a nail that would never fall in.

It hurt.

I was sorry.

So, as I look at the belongings of those who have passed away, I shed ugly tears.

“….”

Rakiel wiped his eyes in silence. I sat alone for a while in silence.

Meanwhile, countless eyes were watching him outside the tent. A military doctor quietly disappeared from the banquet. These were wounded soldiers who came to see the military doctor out of concern. These were people who wanted to say thank you to the military doctor.

But no one was willing to come forward. Colleagues who unfortunately died. A military doctor ends up crying while handling their belongings. The eyes of the soldiers looking at the surgeon’s back gradually became wet.

Everyone has decided.

No matter what happens in the future, even if I have to jump into a pit of fire. I will follow that military doctor forever. I will offer my unchanging loyalty forever.