The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 472

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 472

Episode 472 Running Clinic (2)

Herbal medicine is bitter.

Acupuncture hurts.

Moxibustion is hot.

That’s common sense. Therefore, many people are reluctant to visit oriental medicine clinics. In short, should I say that people have different opinions. There are people who have an instinctive aversion or fear of the bitter, painful, hot, etc. medical style.

Also, that was one of the things that Raquiel Leehan always worried about while running an oriental medicine clinic in Korea. The reason was simple. Because it is a factor that affects sales. If we can overcome the inherent likes and dislikes of Oriental medicine, the number of patients visiting Oriental medicine clinics will increase.

But now.

Rakiel felt like he had found the long-awaited answer.

“Umm, doesn’t this sting?”

“Yes, your highness…! “No, director!”

“Oh, that can’t be possible.”

Rachiel felt embarrassed. And then he looked at the dead person he had just basted. It was a little patient. In terms of age, around 7 years old? But this little patient’s expression was so bright and peaceful. So I was even more embarrassed.

‘Medium hyperemia (middle bloodshot). I put a needle next to the middle finger nail root and it said it was calm? A seven-year-old?’

That can’t be possible.

That’s impossible.

I have never seen such a case.

Usually, young children start crying and making a fuss when a needle is stuck in a visible area. No matter how much you try to console him, it is of no use. So, before basting, I would cover the child’s eyes or use my own performance(?) to distract the child.

But this child is fine.

He feels peaceful even as he stares at the tiny needle sticking into the root of his fingernail. Instead of crying and making a fuss, he even looked at the spit stuck in his finger as if it was fascinating.

“Uhm, but you. Ejian? “Didn’t it hurt when I first inserted the needle a little while ago?”

“I thought it hurt when the director was doing it, but it doesn’t hurt!”

“Oh so?”

“yes!”

“Hmm.”

Should I like this?

I guess that’s not the case. The thought that the child’s current reaction was not normal was the reason why the oriental doctor’s instinctive level set off an alarm.

‘It’s normal for it to hurt when you insert a needle. That pain means that the acupuncture point is responding to stimulation and is evidence that physiological feedback occurs. But what if there is no pain? This means there is no stimulation or feedback. So… check.’

Call!

Rakiel applied enough force to the eyeball that the child would not notice. Then, acupuncture point scanning was activated.

Ding dong!

[Activates acupoint scanning.]

[Multiple targets with hemoglobin-based blood have been detected within the scanning range (radius of 150m).] [

However, instead of the multiple detected targets, you are focusing your vision on the dead person in front of you. ]

[The dead are beings maintained by the original soul and mana, not hemoglobin-based blood.]

[Therefore, multi-scanning using the hemoglobin capture function cannot be activated.]

[Switch to conventional single scanning mode to diagnose the target . [I do.]

Tsusssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssingly…!

I focused my eyes only on the dead child in front of me. Fortunately, the flow of mana circulating along the child’s entire body was clearly visible. Rachiel paid attention to the bloodshot redness of the middle finger of the child’s right hand that she had just stabbed and the flow of mana around it.

But…

‘Uhm, too.’

No reaction. The needle pierced into the central congestion area is not producing any movement of energy or blood. This means that the effect of the hour hand is zero.

Rachiel frowned slightly.

I was embarrassed.

In fact, I was even more embarrassed because this was not the first time the deceased had reacted this way.

‘The old man who saw the doctor earlier was like that too. He said that no matter how much moxibustion he applied, he couldn’t feel it. So I increased the firepower to the maximum, but I said it wasn’t even lukewarm. At that time, I thought he was just an old man and that was why he was slow to respond to moxibustion.’

But I don’t think that’s the case. There seems to be a fundamental problem with these dead people. He looked at the child and was overcome with worry.

‘Is it possible that the circulation of energy and blood is different because I am a dead person? no. ‘That’s not it.’

No matter how you look at it, the blood and energy circulation of the dead was basically the same as that of the living. It was the same even if I looked this way, looked at the food, or stood on my head. There was absolutely no difference between him and an ordinary person. So, the assumption that it is due to the way blood circulates seems to be wrong.

‘Then no way.’

Are the dead unaffected by general physical force? Like ghosts or evil spirits. So, when exorcising a ghost, you can only inflict damage by striking it with physical power mixed with mana. Is that so?

‘Let’s test it.’

Rachiel picked up another needle.

And then he smiled at the dead child.

“Wow, our Ejian is so kind and able to endure pain. Then the director will give you another needle. Then, will the runny nose and sneezing that bothers you every night become less severe?”

“Does it not hurt to turn it off this time?”

“yes. “Ejian endured it so bravely.”

“huh! “I’m holding up well!”

“Okay, okay. Then here are your hands.”

“hand!”

The dead child stuck out his bracken hand. Rachiel’s needle was aimed at the concave spot of the abductor pollicis longus tendon between the radial styloid process and the scaphoid bone toward the wrist at the base of the child’s thumb.

It was Taeyeonhyeol (???) of conception, yin and menopause.

“Hey?”

Tot!

I poked the child’s cheek. But this time it wasn’t just a simple stab. The moment he was stabbed, he used a terrible mental technique. I generated a very small amount of mana and put it into my saliva.

The effect appeared immediately.

“…Tsk!”

The moment the mana-laden needle penetrated Taeyeon’s blood, the child’s eyebrows, who had been calm the whole time, frowned. My shoulders also twitched significantly.

Rakiel asked, observing the child’s reaction.

“uh? “Have you ever been sick?”

“Oh no! “It doesn’t hurt!”

“yes? Oh my, that’s nice. “Then shall I stab you again?”

“…Yes!”

Toot!

I loaded the mana again and basted. The area that was basted this time was the Gongchoihyeol (???) located in the middle of the inner surface of the forearm.

“…!”

The child’s expression fell slightly further.

Rakiel asked in a soft voice.

“Hmm? “Are you sick?”

“…that thing.”

“Oh my, our Ejian is sick. “I’m sorry, Director.”

“Huh huh….”

“Oguogu pop?”

“Wow!”

Finally(?) the crying baby burst out in laughter!

At the same time, Rachiel’s smile widened!

‘done. nice!’

Rakiel internally cheered at the sight of the child who burst into tears in two seconds. Because he’s the type of sadist who gets pleasure from crying? It wasn’t. It was thanks to finding a clue to properly treating the dead.

‘The answer is that it must be loaded with mana!’

In the end, the dead are dead. That is why ordinary physical force did not work. So there was only one answer.

“Lord Gardin?”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

Finally, Rachiel, who had barely finished basting the crying and uproarious dead child, called out to Sir Gardin. The faithful attending physician and vice-director of the Deokgung Oriental Medicine Clinic rushed to the ambulance clinic in one minute, his handsome mustache twirling.

Rachiel asked Sir Gardin subtly.

“How is everyone’s medical condition?”

“Uh, that’s…a little difficult.”

“yes? No scalpel involved. “No matter what treatment you try, it doesn’t work as you want, right?”

“Yes, I guess the patients are dead…”

“So I just found the answer. Mana is the answer.”

“You mean mana?”

“uh.”

“Then maybe?”

“uh. “What you just remembered is probably correct.”

“Are you saying we need to put mana into medical tools and scalpels like when exorcising ghosts?”

“uh.”

“majesty?”

“uh.”

“I don’t know how to use mana?”

“uh. know.”

“Are the other doctors at the Villa Oriental Medical Clinic and the werewolf nurses like this?”

“uh. know. “Our nurses have great physical strength, but they don’t have the talent to make mana hearts.”

“So what do we do now?”

“We need to mobilize the knights of the royal palace guard.”

“…yes?”

“Do you think you and the doctors will have to teach the technicians how to use medical tools and stick by their side like tutors and closely guide the treatment?”

“….”

“If you don’t learn well, I’ll scold you. If you’re wrong, you get a slap on the wrist. Absolutely harsh. Spartan style. got it?”

“majesty?”

“huh?”

“What is Spartan?”

“ah. Don’t look at the situation and just roll with it. “The patient’s health and life depend on it.”

That’s the obvious solution. No, it would be the only solution in the current situation. However, even though he heard such a clear solution, Sir Gardin seemed somehow more perplexed.

“Hey, Your Highness? I understand what you are saying. But…”

“Yes. however?”

“Your Majesty, you may be well aware of this, but… in fact, all the knights in the Royal Palace Guards are those who were ordained as knights directly by His Majesty?”

“uh. know.”

“Most of them are not just ordained knights, but are also children of well-established families of the imperial capital?”

“uh. know.”

“But will such arrogant people… listen obediently to what I and other doctors say and continue to learn, even to the point of getting scolded?”

“I have to work on it. “I’m going to do it.”

A place where you can peel ramen!

That’s the army!

The palace guards are ultimately an army!

Rakiel immediately summoned all the knights belonging to the palace guard. Vacationer? There were no jokes and no exceptions. Everyone had to put down their longswords and pick up stethoscopes, bandages, scalpels, and forceps according to the orders of His Highness the Crown Prince, the super power of the great villa.

dissatisfaction?

There was.

But it was quickly put to rest.

First of all, they sprinkled in a lot of psychological seasoning. A knight’s duty is to protect his lord. But without the people, there is no lord. So, your lord’s people are also the people that a knight should protect.

Of course, Rakiel didn’t finish seasoning it like that.

honor?

pride?

They openly spread bait that was even more tangible than that.

“In other words, this is a kind of people protection mission! But what did I usually say? “What happens if you successfully complete your mission?”

“Mission completion pay!”

“yes! “But this won’t be just an ordinary mission!”

“Special mission!”

“That’s it! Special mission pay!”

“…Waaah!”

“In addition to allowances, everyone gets rewarded vacation!”

“…Ooooooooo!”

“Those who faithfully perform their duties will receive a 29-night, 30-day family trip to a resort! In particular, married men are even given travel rights for their families only!”

“…Roaring?”

“Except for the knight himself! “It means that I will send my family, including my wife and children, on a trip far away for a month!”

“…Kuwouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”

In particular, the last condition presented received the most enthusiastic(?) response from senior knights who were married. Thanks to this, the morale of the palace guards, who were suddenly given the opportunity to wear doctor’s gowns, rose to the point of raising the sky.

Rakiel used the momentum to significantly increase the number of ambulance clinics. The strongest warhorses were commandeered. Six horses were required to pull an ambulance. The warhorses were generously provided with magic services from the court wizards to help them recover from fatigue and improve their endurance.

Thanks to this, by the time ten days had passed, a medical treatment system for the dead had been established to some extent. And one by one, cases of cure of mild disease began to appear.

“Director?”

“huh?”

“You know what, I didn’t sneeze at all last night.”

“Did you?”

“yes.”

Ejian, the dead child, nodded his small head politely.

“I didn’t even have a runny nose in the morning.”

“I see. “It must have felt good.”

“Umm, I don’t know.”

“why?”

“I think I know a little bit now.”

“Yeah, so…”

“Yes.”

“okay. I see.”

“Am I dead?”

“maybe.”

“Then… do I have to go to reincarnation now?”

“Yes, I guess so.”

“So I can’t see my mom anymore?”

“That…”

“I know, me too. Now I just feel it. If we’re meant to be, we’ll be able to meet. Even after being reincarnated.”

“…I’m sorry.”

“no. “Thank you.”

“so.”

“Yes, director. So this.”

An object held out by a child with a small hand. When I received it, it turned out to be a pebble. So ordinary. It seems to be rolling around anywhere along the road. However, numbers were engraved on one side with a sharp object. So a little special.

“Adults did that. If you get treatment from a doctor, you have to pay the treatment fee. “But I don’t have money.”

“….”

Is that why he engraved his idea of the amount of medical expenses on a pebble?

“sorry. “I have nothing else to give you but this.”

“no. It’s very expensive. thank you.”

“is that so.”

“huh.”

“Then I’ll go.”

“Do you know the way there?”

“yes. “I can see it now.”

“okay. Goodbye.”

“yes. thanked. “If I’m reborn nearby, I’ll come say hello.”

“Don’t be too burdened.”

“yes. then.”

Nod.

The child bowed with a gesture that was no longer typical of a child. That was the end. Slurp. As if disappearing into air. Like a distant memory left behind during my lifetime. It’s like it’s blurring. Suddenly it disappeared.

Rachiel continued to stare blankly at the place where the child disappeared for a while.

“…Whew.”

I don’t know.

Reward?

pleasure?

Relieved?

no.

Now is not the time to be sentimental.

“Please bring the next patient in.”

Rachiel spoke in an effortlessly calm voice to the outside of the ambulance clinic. And he treated numerous dead people in the same manner as usual. For a while, he carried a pebble in his arms for a long time.