The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 167

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 167

Episode 167 Guillain-Barre Syndrome Treatment (1)

“Nooooooo….” “

….”

“Nooooooooo….”

“….”

Kelod, a soon-to-be doctor and graduate from Magenta Medical College, is a dry needle. I swallowed it. And he looked at the crown prince with eyes that suppressed absurdity.

The crown prince responded(?) with a straight face.

“Noooooooooo…”

“….”

It was yesterday that the crown prince left the room, saying he would get a good rest. Since you haven’t been seen since then, I thought you were truly resting. What did the crown prince do in one night to end up in such disrepair?

“Hey, Your Highness?”

“What is it?”

“….”

The crown prince’s appearance was a sight to behold. His unique silver hair was all tangled. It seemed like a couple of magpies could fly in right away, lay eggs, and live in a sweet home as newlyweds.

The face was added. The skin is all flaky. The corners of the eyes were hollow and sunken. The dark circles were all the way down to the chin.

So, how would you describe the crown prince’s appearance in one word?

‘Wow, I’m surprised. ‘I thought there was a zombie outbreak.’

Kelod secretly sighed.

Was it a little while ago? I was in the middle of thinking about something else. A faint sound was heard from behind. I looked back without thinking. I thought my liver was failing. I almost hit my head with a vase that was sitting next to me because I was wondering if a zombie had really appeared untimely.

“….”

If he had put that impulse into action, by now he would have been charged with attempted murder of the royal family and taken to a special room in the imperial prison on the 0th floor underground.

He slowly shook off the goosebumps growing on his forearms and looked at the crown prince with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“…How are you doing?”

“What on earth happened overnight?”

“It wasn’t anything particularly big, huh huh.”

“then…?”

“I gave it some thought.”

“….”

No, if a person worries so intensely, he or she can be reborn like that overnight. Kelod truly wanted to ask.

Rachiel just smiled weakly.

“The worries were a bit intense.”

It was true.

Suddenly, the events of last night came to mind.

The effect of the black K-flavored thorns discovered by chance. Metabolism 8282 mode. It was truly enormous. All functions of the body were rapidly accelerated. The same goes for the brain. Even the speed of thought and thought processing was capable of rapid acceleration.

So what about yourself?

I activated the metabolism 8282 mode and used the acupuncture skill option ‘Hour needle simulation’.

‘The synergy was beyond imagination.’

I expected it. So I tried combining them, and the synergy was greater than I expected.

‘Almost… it felt like I was watching dozens of movies at 32x speed all night long?’

It really was.

We were able to run the simulation dozens or hundreds of times at ultra-high speed. I tried everything. Among them, there was even a truly perverted (?) attempt that made no sense.

Of course it wasn’t easy.

This was because the K-flavored thorn’s length was shorter than expected.

“….”

Thanks to you, how many black thorns did I have to prick? When the medicine tooth falls off, it stings. I grit my teeth and endure the pain that sends my soul away. As a reward, you enter metabolic 8282 mode. Run the simulation.

The process was endlessly repeated.

It was inevitable that both mind and body would become exhausted. But it didn’t stop. It was because I thought that I would have to finish what I had already started.

‘That’s the way it is. Once you get into the flow, you have to keep pushing.’

I continued to push ahead.

Thanks to?

I finally found it.

‘Miguel, I can make a full recovery.’

After hundreds of attempts, I finally discovered a basting method that can overcome the paralysis of Guillain-Barré syndrome. Thinking of that, Rakiel grinned happily.

“So what about the patient?”

“Oh yeah. I’ve been sleeping since yesterday. “My breathing… has stabilized a lot.”

Kelod, who answered, hesitated for a moment and then asked.

“But are you really okay?”

“Are you afraid I might collapse?”

“yes.”

“are you okay. “I won’t die.”

Rakiel’s smile turned bitter. Actually, it’s not that good. I feel like I’m going to collapse at any moment. I was tired yesterday too, so I tried to rest, but in the end I couldn’t rest at all. Rather, I stayed up all night drinking 100 cans of Hot Seven.

“But I still have to do it. “It’s now or never.”

“…yes?”

Kelod gave me a puzzled look. Rachiel smiled bitterly again.

“Because the human body changes all the time.”

Yes.

The body of yesterday and the body of today are different. The same is true for Miguel, a patient suffering from Guillain-Barré syndrome.

The scan data he used in his simulation was from yesterday. Of course, it does not perfectly match the current moment. Because my condition may have changed slightly. Thanks to this, there will be very small errors.

‘Of course, the margin of error is not large yet. In other words, you can apply the hour hand method discovered by running the simulation all night long. At least not yet.’

It’s still possible.

Because the error is not large.

But what if more time passes? What if tomorrow or the day after tomorrow?

‘I won’t be able to apply the basting method I discovered last night. What if you ignored that and pushed ahead? There will be chaos.’

I’m sure it will.

So, you will have to run the simulation itself again. All the effort I put in last night by poking my calf was in vain.

So it was.

“You have to do it now.”

You have to do it at least a little early. That way, errors will be reduced. Rachiel took off her coat and relaxed. Kelod and the rest of the team watched this and fell silent.

“….”

I feel like I’m going to collapse right now. Is it really okay? But why does the crown prince put in so much effort?

‘He wouldn’t be someone who devoted his life to medicine… like us.’

I thought so.

Because they are royal family.

Because he is the person who will become the emperor in the future.

I thought that running an oriental medicine clinic or something like that and treating patients there without a license would all be a bit of unusual entertainment or hobby. I just thought that would be natural.

But looking at the crown prince now…

‘Is there anyone who lives a hobby like that… as if risking their life?’

does not exist.

I have never seen such a person. Although there are people who enjoy somewhat dangerous hobbies, I have never seen anyone so desperately risking everything.

‘Why on earth is he more desperate than us?’

Kelod and his teammates had to feel a sense of reflection. Meanwhile, Rachiel took a deep breath.

“good. “Kid?”

“Little girl!”

Kkosomi turned back. He stuck out his chubby mound and purred with strength.

“Kkosuseum!”

Tickets!

10 strands of white thorns were prepared.

Rakiel’s gaze turned to Komong, a baby elephant who was maintaining artificial respiration.

“During the time of needling, your breathing rate or physical condition may change. “Don’t miss out and check carefully.”

“Comong!”

Maintaining artificial respiration like this is OK.

“Let’s begin. “Everyone, I need to stay focused from now on, so unless it’s an emergency, don’t talk to me or interfere with my watch.”

Rachiel advised the team members to take good care of themselves and took off the patient’s top. I picked up the thorn. The skill option was activated.

‘Acupoint scanning.’

Tsuzuzuzu…!

Acupuncture point scanning was activated, and patient Miguel’s entire body began to appear as if a map nucleus had been floated. The harmony of the movement of energy and blood flowing in the body and the results were all observed in real time.

Rachiel’s hand moved.

Sigh.

The first acupuncture point he aims at is….

‘Cheonghoe acupoint of the foot and small yangdam meridian.’

The acupuncture point of the small yang branch of the gall bladder, also called the posterior guan. The location is in front of the ear canal, the point that becomes concave when you open your mouth wide.

Carefully open the patient’s mouth with one hand. Cheonghoehyeol became concave. I pierced and pulled out the thorn as if I was going to take the place.

With the correct reporting method. According to the moment the patient inhales. 3 penny as if slightly twisted.

Tot!

At that moment, Rakiel’s eyes lit up.

‘see.’

A slightly changed flow of energy was seen spreading around the blanched blue and gray blood. It was just like the numerous simulation experiments. It brought back memories. I repeated the hour hand sequence that I had memorized through repeated experiments.

Tot!

The spot pierced with the second thorn was not a specific acupuncture point. I captured one of the many Qi vessels spreading from the Cheonghoehyeol and stabbed its waist in real time.

Then the energy and energy stirred.

They clumped together like beads, as if reacting to stimulation.

‘done.’

It is exactly as simulated. So from now on….

Tot! Thodot. Tot!

Rakiel’s hands became busy. I continued to touch the clumped air veins as if pushing them to one side. The energy and energy wriggled and moved due to stimulation.

It’s like playing tag.

Or like playing a real-time version of Minesweeper.

‘No matter how you look at this, it’s like a combination of Minesweeper and Ping Pong.’

A bitter smile appears for a moment. There was no time to relax. Increased concentration even more. He showed off his hands with excitement, as if he was dribbling the flow of energy that was moving and gathered together as if he were alive and breathing.

Totalk! Tap! Tot!

It passed through the Dongjahyeol (????) at the corner of the eye, touched the Hyeonrihyeol (???) at the temple, and passed through the Cheonchunghyeol (???) above the auricle.

The round energy vein continued to move, bouncing like ping-pong. Rachiel’s thorns also continued to move excitedly as if chasing a target.

Eventually, I passed the Cheonjeonghyeol and Budolhyeol at the nape of the Suyangmyeong Tripitaka Koreana. I tapped the Cheonjihyeol (???) of the Sugwaleumsimpigyeong (??????) located on the fourth rib.

Tot! Tot!

Sweat was all over my forehead. I quickly took the thorns that Kkosomi continued to provide and stabbed them again and again.

‘The timing cannot be off even just a little bit.’

This was Rachiel’s first time experiencing acupuncture like this. This was my first time seeing a combination like this. It was a dangerous combination of hour hand positions that would have never been attempted in the past.

But he believed in himself.

I trusted the acupoint scanning and the results of the simulation. I became more focused. It’s going well. I can do it. I encouraged myself even more.

But that was then.

Shake!

The hospital room door burst open.

The dean, pale, came into the hospital room.

“This… what are you doing now, Your Highness?”

The dean’s astonished gaze fell on the patient and Rachiel. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

‘oh my god.’

There were at least twenty thorns sticking out of the patient’s face, nape, and chest. No, the thorns were still being pierced in real time. Moreover, the person who did that… was the crown prince.

‘I heard rumors that people are treated that way.’

I had no idea that medical schools would use such baseless, pseudo-treatment methods. I felt insulted. It felt like a deception and a mockery of the medical school that cultivates the sacred art of medicine. Moreover, such a baseless treatment. The patient may be in danger.

‘I really need to get this straight.’

I must speak to the Crown Prince as gently and politely as possible, but with the mindset of drawing a line, and tell him about the inappropriateness of the treatment currently being administered. We must emphasize the need for normal treatment that is consistent with the founding philosophy of the medical school.

The dean made up his mind.

Although it could be perceived as confronting those in power, I spoke out with a sense of duty that I could not back down as a medical professional and a scholar.

No, it was just before it opened.

Tup!

Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone’s hand reached out. I covered my mouth.

“…town?”

The surprised dean looked away. He was even more surprised when he saw who had covered his mouth.

‘Kelode?’

The most outstanding talent among those scheduled to graduate this year. The most promising doctor-to-be he has seen in the past 10 years. Kelod, who was like his best disciple, was covering his mouth. He had a stern look in his eyes.

“Shh. “Please remain quiet, Dean.”

“…Eup eup?”

Kelod, what are you doing? I asked with my eyes. Kelod whispered lowly and pointed to the patient and the prince.

“Look over there. “The treatment is going well.”

“….”

therapy? They’re piercing the patient’s body with thorns like that? That’s treatment? The dean cast a frowning look at the patient.

It was then.

Tot!

The moment the crown prince’s thorn pierces the patient’s pelvis.

…Finch!

The patient’s big toe began to twitch slightly but surely.