The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 4

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 4

Episode 4. Even deadly poison sometimes becomes medicine (1)

Life with a terminal condition is sad.

I feel like I have to walk steadily towards my scheduled death. A feeling that cannot be denied or postponed. People who haven’t experienced that don’t know.

A typical drama movie.

In numerous media.

Although the life of a terminally ill patient has been dealt with countless times, Rakiel thought that only those who have cared for and observed a terminally ill patient would at least have some idea of what it feels like.

It was because I had sent my father away like that in Korea. It was because we fought that daunting and unwinnable battle as a family.

‘But this…’

[Your expected life expectancy has increased by (+) 1 day.]

[Expected life expectancy: 92 days]

Gulp.

Rachiel swallowed dry saliva without realizing it. I couldn’t believe it even when I saw it with my own eyes. This was because the impossible had suddenly come true.

‘Is this really a true story?’

I couldn’t believe it when I saw it.

This body was terminally ill. The result of examining the pulse skill was exactly that. They said I only had 91 more days to live. The rest of my life was shorter than my cell phone contract.

It was definitely like that.

‘Life expectancy has increased thanks to acupuncture?’

Was your acupuncture really that great?

Rachiel thought no.

‘I just did the acupuncture a little more carefully than the acupuncture that is usually given to patients at oriental medicine clinics.’

But I felt that the acupuncture was definitely effective. First of all, my breathing became easier than before. The wheezing sound, like a broken flute, has also decreased.

‘Then let’s try again!’

Like an Arabian oil field exploding from a spring deep in the mountains, the motivation that had been sleeping deep in my heart surged forth.

“Have you sterilized all the needles?”

“Yes, Your Highness. But… are you really trying to stab me again?”

“of course. Come here. hurry.”

urged Sir Gardin.

I was handed 11 new needles.

I sat down again and lay down.

This time, I held the needle with my left hand. A needle was inserted into the right hemisphere of conception and menopause.

Tot! Thodot! Tot!

In the same order and depth as before.

Calmly and quickly.

Starting with central blood.

Unmun Cheonbu Hyeopbaek.

Keep stabbing me.

Properly stimulated.

Lastly, the stabbing was done thoroughly, even the small wounds.

Then a message appeared before my eyes.

Ding dong!

[You have completed acupuncture on your right hemisphere for conception, menopause.]

[But your body is still unable to tolerate excessive acupuncture.]

[With your current physical strength level, we recommend acupuncture once every three days. ]

[The five internal organs are dissatisfied with the excessive and unreasonable acupuncture.] [

The lungs shrug their shoulders due to the excessive stimulation.]

[The mental energy of the lungs is evaporating.]

[The villi of the large intestine are doing the lamprey’s ascension dance. [Dance]

‘…Ugh.’

I forgot.

Acupuncture is not a panacea. The act of stimulating nerves and blood vessels with acupuncture definitely requires physical strength from the patient. It’s not for nothing that they say you get drooling.

But what about this body now?

I had no physical strength.

There would be much more happiness remaining in the hastily poured sweet and sour pork sauce than the stamina that would reside in this body.

“…Whoa whoa.”

I felt slightly dizzy. It certainly seemed like the message was taking a toll on my body.

Rakiel took a deep breath and pulled out the needle.

Meanwhile, I tapped the calculator in my head.

‘Let’s try to organize it. If the message that comes to mind is true, acupuncture is effective. Because life expectancy has increased by one day. But there is a downside. It can only be used once every three days.’

Calibrate once every three days.

What if life expectancy increases by one day each time? It seemed like the day of death could be delayed by about a month.

But that isn’t enough. We cannot be satisfied with just postponing death. A more reliable method is needed.

‘Or I can build up my stamina and be able to get acupuncture every day.’

Then, you can increase your life expectancy every day. You will be able to postpone death for a long time.

To do that?

‘Tonic medicine is the best!’

A conclusion emerged naturally.

Since ancient times, tonic and tonic medicines have been the best for restoring vitality.

‘Eat more food. I also take some tonics. ‘I eat everything that’s good for my body and also exercise step by step.’

Then, you will be able to get out of the situation of poor physical strength.

Rakiel began his journey of contemplation.

What kind of decoction will you prepare?

How do I get the medicine?

I thought about it and mentally summarized the development of the early part of the novel. He spent the night searching and groping.

?

The early morning twilight dawned.

As soon as Rachiel opened her eyes, she raised her hand first.

“….”

He rubs the back of his hand in the dim light of dawn seeping in through the window.

But there isn’t.

The scar carved in the middle of the back of the hand was not visible.

‘It was a scar I got while going for a walk with Jindol.’

A big guy who was so excited that he was jumping around.

I guess I got scratched by that guy’s claws. It was a bigger scar than I thought, so even after several years had passed, the scar was covering the middle of the back of my hand and did not disappear.

But what about the back of your hand now?

It was smooth.

There wasn’t even a scar to be found.

It was a beautiful hand that had never even experienced hardship.

‘…I did it just in case, but it’s true.’

When I wake up, I wonder if it’s my room in Korea. I even looked forward to it for a moment in my sleep.

But again, it wasn’t.

‘Tsk.’

Now it’s clear.

It’s not an illusion or a dream. Life here has become a reality. I got to live the life of Crown Prince Raquiel Adria Magentano.

There are only 91 days left to live.

‘Whoa, my paljaya.’

Rakiel stretched out his hand in disgust. There was a small golden bell within reach next to the bed.

Jingling jingling.

As soon as I rang the bell, I heard a shout from across the bedroom. I thought it was rustling and groaning for a moment.

“…majesty? “Did you call me?”

Sir Gardin’s voice was heard from the auxiliary room on one side of the bedroom. Was it during a difficult time? His voice was still half-asleep.

Rakiel said with a grin.

“Are you awake now? “Contrary to how he appears, he really has no conscience.”

“yes? “You mean… you don’t have a conscience?”

Sir Gardin, who was coming out of the auxiliary room while removing goosebumps, made a dumbfounded expression.

A grumble appeared on the corner of Rachiel’s mouth.

“You have a handsome face too. He’s tall too. It’s really nice. “Just looking at your appearance, it’s as if every single detail is perfect.”

“Thank you.”

“Thank you. “I’m reprimanding you right now.”

“…yes?”

“He said he was my doctor. He said protecting my health is honorable. But do you sleep in longer than the patient?”

“Uh, that’s…”

Sir Gardin’s expression became disheveled.

It was an expression that hit the nail on the head.

said to him.

“Of course I know. You must be tired too. You must be exhausted from looking after me all day. But the sun will rise in an hour. “If a proper doctor is caring for a critically ill patient, he or she should usually wake up around this time and check on the patient’s condition.”

“…You are correct. “I apologize.”

Sir Gardin’s handsome middle-aged face was stained with self-destruction. Rakiel felt a little sorry inside.

‘I’m sorry, Sir Gardin, for bothering you in the morning.’

But I can’t help it.

Anyway, Sir Gardin is our doctor. But I couldn’t just leave him alone in the early morning and let him sleep peacefully.

‘Given my remaining life expectancy, I may experience high fever, seizures, or shortness of breath in the early morning.’

Basically, most diseases occur between night and dawn. This is something you can understand just by experiencing a bad cold or body aches.

But what about yourself now?

He is a critically ill patient with about 3 months left to live. Some emergency situation may arise along the way. So, even if it may bother your doctor a little, you should wake up at dawn and stay by his side.

Thinking back on that purpose.

Rakiel gave a sharp look in his eyes.

“So, from now on, confiscate oversleeping. From now on, you must wake up before me and check my condition. okay?”

“I will keep this in mind, Your Highness.”

Sir Gardin nodded in agreement.

This would have been enough.

Anyway, Sir Gardin is a loyal man.

‘It was the same when I looked at the beginning of the novel Demon Sword Emperor.’

There has never been a detailed description of Sir Gardin. However, looking at the development and events of the novel, we could indirectly see that Sir Gardin was a loyal man.

‘Crown Prince Rachiel’s condition worsened day by day. So, at first, there were quite a few attending doctors, one by one, they gave up their positions and left. No, the horse left. In fact, it should be said that it escaped.’

Most attending physicians will have noticed this at some point. There is no hope for the crown prince.

No matter how much treatment you do.

Even if you care carefully.

In the end, it won’t be long before you die.

From the moment they realized that, what about their doctors? I gave up my position, citing various plausible personal reasons and excuses. No, they made a great escape.

It was because I didn’t want to die.

‘If a member of the royal family dies, the attending physician in charge of that member of the royal family will also be held responsible and executed.’

As a result, only Gardin, who was an assistant doctor, remained as the attending physician.

The most honest.

The most loyal.

The person who was most responsible took full responsibility in the end and won the one-shot beheading.

‘… It was a sad ending.’

Rakiel raised his head.

Sir Gardin is getting restless due to this unseasonable morning craving. I felt truly fortunate that I, possessed by a sickly body in an unfamiliar world, had at least such a loyal follower.

‘If we are to carry out the plan we made last night… such loyalists are essential.’

No matter what you do.

No matter what idiot-like things you do.

I needed someone who would believe in this and go with me. A talented person like Sir Gardin right in front of you.

“So, Sir Gardin?”

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“I have one thing for you to do.”

“What… is it?”

“why? Are you already worried and scared?”

“….”

“Are you afraid that I might order something strange again like last night?”

“….”

“Whew. “Why don’t you just nod your head instead of looking at me like that?”

Nod.

“….”

Gardin nods his head while looking at this person’s gaze.

Rakiel stopped and smiled.

“Just to reassure you in advance, I’m not trying to do anything weird.”

“Are you really…?”

“of course.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“huh?”

“Didn’t you cut yourself with a needle last night?”

“…I said it wasn’t self-harm.”

“But from the nape of my neck to my shoulders, my forearms, and my hands, I used needles all the way through.”

“no it’s not.”

“I was scared.”

“….”

“But do you know what His Highness’s expression looks like right now?”

“why. “What do you think of my expression?”

“You have the same look on your face as last night when you told me to bring you the needle.”

“…So you’re worried about me?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Are you sure I might do something crazy?”

“…Yes, Your Highness.”

“Tsk. it’s okay. You don’t have to worry about that. “I’m not going to ask you to do something really weird or crazy.”

“Is that so?”

“of course.”

Rachiel snorted.

“That’s why I’m asking about this villa’s food warehouse. “Aren’t there some poisonous ingredients other than ordinary food ingredients?”

“yes? “If it’s something special…”

“Ingredients for making poison.”

“Of course there is. “Because this is a palace.”

“okay. I guess so. “Then what about the roots of the helmet flower?”

“there is. “It’s a good ingredient for making poison.”

“Good. That’s good for your body. “Bring it.”

“yes?”

“Bring it.”

“…no way.”

“Yes, I will eat it.”

Rachiel smiled brightly, as if instilling a lot of trust.

Sir Gardin began to cry with a look in his eyes that seemed as if the story of ‘What should we do with our crazy idiot prince?’ was spread throughout the country.