The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 233

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 233

Episode 233 I’m in the hospital because I’m sick (3)

Today was another bright day at the Byeolgung Oriental Medical Clinic. Powerful(?) screams echoed loudly in a VIP treatment room.

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“…Bff!”

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“Huh…?”

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“Stop that…!”

“Stop? already?”

“…please.”

“I know it doesn’t hurt. “It’s so scary.”

“Ha, but…”

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“Gyeongip!”

Estoque, the head of the noble house that leads the historic noble house of Magenta, the ecliptic. A man who was a duke and the emperor’s brother-in-law. In terms of power alone, he is an enormous being who is unconditionally placed within the top ten in the imperial protocol hierarchy.

But on the hospital bed, he was just a shabby human being. In front of the medical staff, I was just a patient, and when I received acupuncture for the first time in my life, I was just a poor soul who flinched every time the sharp thorns pricked my body.

He was afraid.

‘Why do I… have to undergo this treatment?’

The duke looked at his right foot in despair. It was packed. what? Thorns. Pure white thorns were stuck in his toes, ankles, and even the soles of his feet!

I had never seen anything like this, not even in my most bizarre and terrible dreams. Is this really reality? Or am I just having a terrible nightmare?

But it definitely wasn’t a dream. My toe joints still hurt like hell. If I were to immediately cut off my ankle and kick it with the other foot, it would be so painful that it would make me feel sick to my stomach.

It hurt so bad that if there was someone who dared to talk nonsense about youth, I would immediately grab them by the collar, spin them around five times in the air, and then give them a dramatic and violent kiss on the ground.

So this was definitely not a dream. There are also mysterious thorns stuck in one’s feet. Even the sight of the crown prince adding more to it.

“Hey… Your Highness?”

“How many more are you going to plug in? “There are three left.”

“….”

That’s not what I’m curious about.

Actually….

“I’m sure you’re wondering a lot about whether something like this can be treated. I know. This type of treatment is unfamiliar. You must be anxious. “I completely understand that feeling.”

Rachiel smiled and picked up a new thorn. The white, non-irritating thorn, which was completely painless, was gently inserted into the outer corner of the peacock’s big toe nail root. It was Daedonghyeol (???), an acupuncture point that forms the foot-eumgangyeong (?????) and can relieve tension in the thoracic spine.

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The moment the thorn was pierced, the duke’s bloated body trembled delicately. No matter how many times I was stabbed, I could never get used to those thorns. However, Rakiel deliberately treated his reaction indifferently. It’s human psychology that if you keep telling yourself over and over again that things are okay, you become more anxious.

Instead, he mentioned a topic that would naturally relieve the duke’s anxiety.

“Anyway, it seems like the gout has progressed quite a bit. “It must have really hurt until this happened.”

“Uh, yes I did.”

“How many years has it been?”

“It seems like a little over four years, Your Highness.”

“But despite this, you persevered and endured it?”

“It wasn’t that difficult hehehe.”

“Did you?”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

The duke smiled, pretending to be stoic even though he was sweating profusely. It was thanks to the mat(?) that Rachiel had laid down to subtly create an atmosphere.

“There were some very painful moments. But who am I? Don’t the pride and future of the Noble House rest on my shoulders? That’s why no matter how painful and difficult it was, I rarely showed it.”

Of course it was lame(?).

On days when I was in a lot of pain, I would almost cry, rolling over and clutching the blanket, without any sense of respect or pride. I lived with the painkillers my doctor gave me. Nevertheless, he scolded his doctor, saying that the painkiller didn’t seem to be very effective and that it took an hour too long.

However, humans are beings who forget for their own convenience. The duke did the same. He dramatized for himself the memories of pain that filled his last few years. I minimized the memories of being in pain as much as possible, and exaggerated only the rare moments when I was able to endure it well.

“Pain? I can bear it. Considering his example as an aristocrat. Of course, there is also the discomfort caused by pain. As a relative of the imperial family, isn’t there an authority to protect at stake? So, as much as you want… ddang!”

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“…I can hold the tea.”

“also. That’s great. “Well, it’s all over.”

While the duke was talking to himself for a moment, the hour hand ended without incident. Thanks to this, the duke had to feel puzzled.

“Hey, what about your highness?”

“yes?”

“I am very sorry to tell you this….”

“Even though you put in so many thorns, the pain still feels the same?”

“…yes.”

It was true.

My toes hurt just as much as before. I waited to see if the change would come slowly, but it still hurt. I didn’t feel any difference at all.

I suddenly had a suspicion. Perhaps the Crown Prince’s medical skills are flashy and unique on the outside, but in reality, they are nothing like an empty can with no substance at all.

“That’s the way it is.”

“…Yes?”

“The pain caused by a gout attack does not immediately subside so easily with a simple needle. This is just the beginning for future treatments. “Maybe your toes will hurt a little more now.”

“…Yeh?”

The peacock’s eyes widen with a sense of astonishment.

Rachiel smiled calmly.

“I just improved the blood circulation in my lower extremities with basting. “Perhaps the inflammatory response may become slightly more intense as blood flow increases.”

“Then…”

“After a while, we will place something called a herbal acupuncture drug, which has an anti-inflammatory and analgesic effect, on the affected area. Then it will get a little better.”

It was from then on.

Full-scale treatment began.

The first course was a herbal acupuncture treatment to relieve inflammation in the joint area caused by uric acid deposition. The treatment was aided by the help of the Apiros queen larva, Cucu.

“So, kku-kku?”

“Kkukkya?”

“Could you please put some saliva on the tip of the thorn here?”

“dream?”

“You know. Your saliva has some anti-inflammatory and analgesic properties. “I need it now.”

“Kya?”

“If you apply saliva, the Duke here will feel less pain.”

“Kkukku?”

“Yes, really.”

“Kya!”

“Okay, okay. Yes, that’s right. Be careful not to get pricked by the thorns… Well done. thank you?”

“Kukkya!”

It was thanks to Kkuku’s help. The herbal acupuncture treatment went smoothly, and the duke’s face, which had been grimacing in pain since dawn, became a little more relaxed.

The next step to put out the urgent fire was drug treatment.

‘The cause of dukedom is excessive uric acid in the body, so if you went to a hospital in Korea, you would probably have been prescribed medication to excrete uric acid. For example, something like AlxPurinol. But of course we can’t prescribe something like that here…’

Instead, we developed a decoction in advance.

when?

In the past few days while preparing for the banquet. We anticipated that it would be needed shortly after the banquet, so we researched and created it.

That was the ‘anti-gout bath’.

‘The main role of anti-gout bath is to regulate the body’s fluid metabolism.’

There were a total of 14 main medicinal ingredients.

First of all, Bokryeong (??), which is a mass of sclerotia that live on the roots of felled pine trees, and Taeksa (??), which is the root of a plant called Bangi (??), also known as Soetaenum, are tetradrine, sinomenine, and trilobine. ) and other ingredients play a role in helping diuresis.

In addition, the role of relieving pain and inflammation by removing waste products in the tissue is left to the root, which contains atractylol and hinesol, and the dermis, which is dried tangerine peel, to improve joint pain. I planned it.

That wasn’t all.

In addition, Golden Flower, Sasangja (???), Sophora (??), Myrrh (??), Five-Range Skin (Five Power Plants), Frankincense (??), Cow Stem (??), Cheongung (??), and Angelica Root (??) were appropriately mixed.

As a result, it was possible to create a combination that eliminates inflammation and improves blood circulation through key ingredients such as baicalin, matrin, triterpenoid saponin, sesamin, and perlolyrine.

The results were quite devastating. In particular, it was excellent(?) effective in destroying the duke’s sense of taste.

“…Geouheook. Cool look! “Uuweek?”

The duke took the first sip of the black decoction and reacted immediately. It looked like a typical person whose stomach had turned upside down and was about to vomit.

However, Rakiel had already expected this level of reaction.

He quickly stretched out his hand before the duke could finish gagging. Then he shoved a round, sweet candy into the Duke’s mouth, which was wide open due to nausea.

“It tastes like plums.”

“…town level?”

“How is it. “Once you taste the sweetness, you feel a little better, right?”

“Oh yes, Your Highness. Ugh, I still feel a little… weird inside.”

“okay. “It’s my first time drinking this decoction, so it’s quite useful, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Your Highness. “If I had to express it-”

“You don’t have to express it.”

“It’s like licking the paws of a brown bear that has stepped on cow dung.”

“Are you speaking as if you have experienced it?”

“If I had to use an analogy, that’s what I meant, Your Majesty.”

“How does this sound like a curse word?”

“haha. “It can’t be.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“If you do, please finish eating.”

“…yes?”

The duke was shocked. His trembling pupils faintly conveyed feelings of pleading towards Rachiel. However, Rachiel was extremely stern.

He spoke clearly, as if hitting an iron wall.

“You need to take all your medicine. You only took one sip, right? “There is still a lot left.”

“Hey, Your Highness? “I’ve tasted it, so wouldn’t this be enough?”

“Not at all. There is no choice. “The entire amount in this bowl is one dose.”

“But I think I can already feel the effects of the medicine.”

“It’s an illusion.”

“I ate candy too.”

“You can spit it out for a moment and then drink it again after drinking the decoction.”

“But still…”

“Come on. Churai Churai. Open your mouth. Cover your nose. Straight. Oh, it goes in well. “One shot.”

“…Sigh? “Gwok kkeok.”

In the end, the Duke drank all of the anti-gout soup, shedding tears and snot. This happened over and over again, three times a day, throughout my hospitalization. Thanks to this, the Duke secretly wet his pillow with tears every night, pondering over the regret of his trampled and trampled taste.

Oh, did I have to be admitted to a villa oriental medicine clinic for this reason? Why on earth should we live through this to enjoy wealth and fame? Wouldn’t it be better to have sore feet than to have your sense of taste destroyed three times a day?

Belated regret(?) bloomed.

However, the medicinal effect was real.

It was the fourth morning after being suddenly admitted to the Detached Oriental Medicine Clinic. For the first time, the Duke was able to feel the medicinal effects of anti-gout bath with his whole body.

It was an unexpected feeling as if every part of my body was refreshed in detail, from the dead skin cells of my toes, through the duodenal villi, to the roots of the sparse pores on the top of my head.