The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 372

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 372

Episode 372 Sweet and bloody (1)

… creepy!

The three-stage combined orchestra gives me goosebumps. This is neither a joke nor an exaggeration, but a complete reality and a true story itself. Why?

‘why me! ‘Should we be doing something like this… that wasn’t even in the Eight Characters?’

Rachiel shouted in her heart. But there was no time to actually say that cry out loud. This was because all of his vocal organs, including his mouth, tongue, and vocal cords, were now operating desperately just for the sake of ‘breathing.’

“omg! Heh! Hehe! “Huh!”

“Prince of Magentano? “My breathing became disrupted.”

“hook! Heh! crane! bump!”

“You said your breathing was disturbed?”

“soup! Okay! each! song!”

“…Can it be solved by just changing the pronunciation? Deeper. Not as shallow as it is now. Thinking that breathing comes from the lower abdomen, not the chest. “When exhaling, close your mouth together and blow briefly.”

“Gwak!”

“….”

Princess Adeline’s eyes were filled with self-destruction as she looked at us. That may well be the case. You might be wondering why such a weak body exists. But what can you do? At least this is the best we can do for now.

…Thinking of this, Rakiel took the steps diligently.

widely! Crack! Get on it! widely!

Two feet moving back and forth and left and right without stopping. At first glance, it seems to be moving arbitrarily, but at first glance, it looks like it is taking super random Yeongdeok Snow Crab steps, but these were clearly the basic steps of the ‘Amboise Royal Family Fighting Art’.

‘The problem is that it wasn’t originally like this.’

Amboise royal family.

Their homeland was full of forests and mountains, so large-scale battles or horseback fighting did not occur often. Historically, there were more cases where small-scale surprise battles or melee battles decided the outcome.

Their characteristics remained intact in the royal family’s fighting skills. A good example was his fighting skills when he dropped his sword in a close combat. Steps that move fluidly like water and lethal striking techniques. With that, he subdues Seunggi and plunges the dagger through the enemy’s armor.

…but it’s okay.

“hook! Breathe! Heh! Hehe!”

Rakiel’s body was too poor(?) to implement the basic techniques of footwork, which boasts a long tradition. The movements were so stiff that, let alone flowing fluidly, I almost ended up spilling all the water in the cup I had put in to brush my teeth. The same was true for physical strength. Even if I only moved a little, Asthma was already waving my hand.

However, the problem was that the word ‘rest’ did not come out of the mouth of Princess Adeline, who claimed to be a training assistant.

Finally, Rakiel took out the SOS message while breathing heavily.

“Whoa whoa!” “Over there!”

“yes? “Why are you doing this, Prince?”

“Wait a minute…!”

“Do you have any questions?”

“yes!”

Stand tall!

He stopped walking, shouting with his whole body that it was right. I barely asked, putting my hands on my shaking knees.

“Hey, that… Whoop! Haha, the basic steps I’m doing right now are… Huh! “How long…”

“Are you training?”

“Yes yes!”

“Until it happens.”

“….”

“And from now on, if you have any questions, ask them while continuing the steps. “If you keep doing this, the flow of training will be interrupted.”

“….”

I think I’ll run out of breath before that?

Rachiel asked urgently, feeling the survival instinct filling her heart.

“Then when is break time?”

“Originally, the principle is to repeat and master the steps consistently throughout the day without rest…”

Princess Adeline glanced in this direction. Did she feel even a moment of sympathy for the sight of this person, who was already in such a mess?

“Let’s do 30 more minutes and then take a break. “It’s only been 20 minutes since training started.”

“20 minutes? “That’s all?”

“yes.”

“I think it’s been 20 hours?”

“Don’t waste your time trying to catch your breath, just move.”

“Ha but!”

“But what else?”

“This is the fighting art of the Amboise royal family. Is it okay for me, who is not a member of your royal family, to learn it without permission?”

“yes.”

“why?”

“Basic level fighting techniques, not advanced advanced courses, are open to all citizens of Amboise, not just members of the royal family.”

“I’m not from Amboise?”

“Instead, you are the crown prince of the most important ally. Moreover, since I am a member of the royal family, I am free to teach the higher levels of royal martial arts to anyone I choose.”

“But…”

“Isn’t that fortunate?”

“…sigh!”

Tears come out.

Why did I suggest to the princess that I could teach others during my rehabilitation training? And why did I nod to the princess’s wish(?) that the subject of her teachings be you, the crown prince?

But as always, regret was too late. Rachiel gasped, clutching her chest full of regret and resumed basic step training.

Of course, to be completely honest, I didn’t want to do this. To be more honest, I could quit right now. It’s not really compulsory training. It’s not like the princess is threatening with a knife.

But I didn’t want to do that.

To stop here just because it’s difficult…

‘The princess’s expression is too bright right now.’

Even while Rachiel was out of breath, she glanced at the princess’s expression. No, in fact, there was no need to look again. Since the training began, the princess has always had such a lively face. How long has it been since I last saw something like that?

Just by looking at her, it looks like she has built a wall against the depression that has been bothering her recently. The expression of someone who has truly found joy in life.

I could feel it intuitively by looking at it.

Now is the best chance to restore her mentality. I can’t kick away an opportunity like this. This is especially true for the Oriental medicine doctor in charge of her rehabilitation.

‘Mental recovery… is the most important element of rehabilitation.’

If you think about it, it was like that in Korea too.

Quite a few sportspeople who got injured while exercising came to my oriental medicine clinic. There were no famous people who represented the country or anything, but I encountered quite a few patients who were health trainers, physical education students, etc.

There was something I felt while treating them. In general, or in most cases, people who are mentally strong and have a strong will to recover actually recover faster and have fewer aftereffects.

‘I received the rehabilitation training faithfully and my body’s self-healing ability was higher.’

It will be the same this time too.

No matter how modern a rehabilitation program they provide, it is of no use if the princess receiving it is depressed. So, you have to keep your mentality strong and go now, and now you have the opportunity to do so.

“…hook! Heh! Whoop!”

Rakiel trained even harder with that sense of responsibility as an Oriental medicine doctor. No matter how hard it was, even though I was out of breath, my knees were shaking terribly, and my whole body was shaking, I held on and hung on until the end.

In the meantime, I was able to better understand the characteristics of the Amboise royal family’s fighting techniques.

‘Isn’t this… a bit of a joke?’

It moves smoothly as if flowing and slams the concentrated power into one blow. For example, the walking method is like the Empress Kim In-ah, who slides on the ice, and the striking method is like the Mk-2, a decisive battle weapon equipped with nuclear missiles in both hands, like Mike Tai-sun.

Of course, that realization(?) did not make training comfortable. Thanks to this, Rachiel continued to pant and desperately hoped that break time would come, and Adeline’s gaze at him secretly deepened.

‘Prince. ‘You…’

Why are you so sincere every time? She honestly felt like she didn’t understand. At first glance, I couldn’t understand the Crown Prince’s behavior in enduring such a miserable breakdown without hesitation.

It was even more so because I could feel his intentions.

‘I guess it’s for me.’

Cheer up. I need you to somehow get your motivation back. Work hard on rehabilitation again. The crown prince must be throwing himself away without hesitation for that purpose.

“….”

Looking back, it seemed like it was always like this.

From the time we first met.

Even during the time when gallstones were removed through cold sweat. Even on the day when they crossed to Amboise and subdued the traitors. Even in all those moments of consideration for this person who was called to the difficult negotiation table with the emperor. It was all like this.

So I don’t know.

Why is it that every time I encounter you, Crown Prince, I feel a strange feeling in my heart that I don’t even know? Every time that happens, does it make me startle and have to swallow my breath? Still, I wonder if I can’t finally push this feeling out of the boundaries of my heart.

So in the end, I might want to bother you even more like I am now. Like a child who cannot keep his good mind straight and ends up being grumpy. like this.

“The steps are disorganized. More consistently. “Coordinate your breathing with your movements.”

“hook! Haak? Like this?”

“…Rough breathing and falling movements. “It does match, though.”

“to do?”

“I think it is a movement that is not included in the steps of the Amboise royal family’s fighting techniques.”

“Isn’t application also important sometimes?”

“Because it seems like basics are more important than application right now?”

“There is no black Yudori.”

“There is no mercy during training. “Get up quickly.”

“Wow! Hehehe…!”

Nevertheless, you, the crown prince, rise up. You are a weak person, sweating profusely and staggering around after only a little basic walking training. Why do I keep being engraved with images of you like that? Do I sometimes see things even when I close my eyes?

I don’t know.

I really don’t know.

Adeline worked hard to organize her own mind, which she could not figure out. In some ways, it was a more difficult time for her than Rakiel’s training.

Just like that, the midday fighting skills training ended. The sun moved across the sky as time went by. Evening approached and darkness enveloped the world. From then on, it was Rakiel’s time.

“Now then, we will begin physical therapy prior to rehabilitation.”

Rachiel called Adeline into the director’s office. And it lined up a series of white thorns. Adeline, who was lying on the treatment bed, glanced at Rachiel and asked.

“The crown prince looks like he’s planning something, doesn’t he?”

“Me? “You’re going to prepare?”

“yes.”

As I nodded, a slight smile appeared.

“It seems that the basic daytime training was very harsh for the crown prince? “I saw you preparing for acupuncture with such a keen look in your eyes.”

“under. under. under. Do I look like that?”

“To what extent?”

“On the other hand, the princess seems confident.”

“The acupuncture performed by the Crown Prince does not hurt at all. On the contrary, it is very warm because of the consideration and sincerity that went into it….”

“Yes?”

“no. “Contrary to the scary-looking appearance of the thorns, they don’t hurt, so I’m not worried.”

“aha. “I see.”

“yes.”

“Are you confident that you won’t have any sharp means of getting back at me for the daytime training?”

“How dare you express it that way?”

Adeline grinned.

Rachiel also smiled.

He mentally called for reinforcements.

‘Spirit of thunder? Activate.’

Ding dong!

[Skill-specific option ?: Activates tingling physical therapy.]

…Parts!

He lifted a thorn that was exhilarating with the power of a thunderbolt. The first air raid point was Nohoehyeol (???) near the princess’s shoulder.

Finally, the time for revenge(?) has come.