The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

Chapter 479

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 479

Episode 479 Second Incurable Disease (2)

‘That was… a taste?’

Damian was inwardly shocked.

And I thought over the King of Hell’s remarks I had just heard.

“….”

The King of Hell when he confronted him. The transcendental state that the King of Hell showed at that time. It was far away. It was overwhelming. It was a level of power I had never even imagined. I thought so. Since he is the king of hell, he must have power. It is truly a state suitable for a divine being.

But now that I heard it, it wasn’t true.

The thoughts he had were nothing more than an illusion.

‘Are you saying that the power you showed while confronting me back then… wasn’t a divine ability that came from being the King of Hell?’

So, it was simply a state that the King of Hell achieved with his own strength when he was still human. It was the ability of the Grand Master, who was said to be the strongest being in human history. No, it was only a glimpse of a very small part of its true nature.

gustation.

Just a taste.

Even the transcendental state that overwhelmed him with that alone would not dare compare to the divine power possessed by the King of Demon World. No one else but the King of Hell himself said so.

“….”

Damian looked at Javiel, the King of Hell. The King of Hell was also looking this way. For some unknown reason, I vaguely felt happy.

“So to speak, Damian Cayenne.”

Hell King Haviel said.

“I guess this is the only advice I can give you now. Be strong. Even more so.”

“…of course.”

There is no other answer other than that. Beyond the level that the King of Hell had during his human days. With power comparable to that of a divine being. I want to hit the Demon King’s head myself. Even for yourself. Even for the sake of my lord. please.

Damian made a promise to himself and stood next to Rachiel. Even while Rachiel was bowing to the King of Hell. Even while retreating from the presence of the King of Hell. all the time. As if it will be like this forever.

Meanwhile, Rakiel was also harboring complicated thoughts inside.

‘That was… a taste?’

Rakiel gritted his teeth without realizing it. And I thought. The day Damian first fainted. The day we diagnosed Type 1 diabetes, which was rampant in his body. The day I realized that it was not just a disease, but a huge evil plan of the King of Demon World.

‘It took a lot of hard work to cure type 1 diabetes. I went beyond dimensions and went to Korea, and even visited the remote Margin Baekryeong to learn multi-mana hearts.’

They even got tangled up with the Bone Dragon, Tusik, and both I and Damian almost died. Thanks to you, I did it. Damian was able to overcome type 1 diabetes by properly equipping the multi-mana heart.

Of course, that didn’t mean I relaxed. I thought it was ridiculous to let down my guard. After all, the opponent is the King of Demon World. Because he doesn’t know what to do. I fully expected that it would bring about another great ordeal.

But I never thought I would come out with cancer.

‘Damn you.’

Rachiel gritted his teeth. Among cancers, lung cancer was a disease that even modern medicine could not conquer. However, it was possible to treat lung cancer here, which has an infrastructure that cannot be compared to Korea.

There was more problem.

The target of treatment is not just the patient. It’s Damien. What if I can’t treat it? So what if he dies? Not just him, everyone dies. Everyone in this world. Including this one too. To the King of Demons, who finally takes control of Damian’s body and reveals his true identity. The world itself will be completely wiped out.

‘…I’m going to spin.’

Is this a real story?

Rakiel felt a sigh escape his consciousness.

It was then.

“majesty.”

Damian, who was walking next to me, opened his mouth.

“This is the lung cancer the King of Hell was talking about.”

“uh. why?”

“If I go to Korea again, wouldn’t I be able to bring the cure with me?”

“Yeah, no.”

Rachiel burst out laughing. I felt like I knew what Damian was thinking.

“If you are thinking of bringing a special medicine from Korea like you did with diabetes last time, you are wrong. “That won’t work this time.”

“Why?”

“There is no such medicine even in Korea.”

“…Is that so.”

“uh. “Unfortunately.”

There is still no way to cure cancer just by taking medicine. What if we develop something like that? It would be a revolution in the medical field. Right now, that year’s Nobel Prize in Physiology or Medicine would be a natural prize.

Rakiel said, reflecting on his regret.

“Cancer is a disease that is difficult to treat. “There is no other way yet other than chemotherapy with very strong drugs, radiation therapy, or surgical removal of the affected area.”

It was true.

So it was even more daunting.

Anti-cancer treatment with chemotherapy? How to do that here was vague. Is it possible? no. To be honest, I couldn’t even think about it because we don’t have modern facilities to make anti-cancer substances.

So what about radiation therapy?

‘I guess I could try to imitate that.’

Since Tusik is there, it is possible to try. It is only possible. The effect cannot be guaranteed. No, it seems highly likely that only side effects will arise.

‘because of me.’

Rachiel looked at herself. I looked back on my medical knowledge. The conclusion that emerged was simple. He is an Oriental medicine doctor after all. He studied at the University of Oriental Medicine and other than that, he explored and studied medical history and medical knowledge out of personal interest.

But will he be able to properly implement radiation therapy, a field that is not his specialty? no. never. A hasty attempt with poor courage will end up putting the patient at risk. Didn’t the old saying say that Seonmudang was the scariest?

‘Even this time, the patient is Damian, and failure of treatment means the destruction of the world. Of course I will die too. But you can’t just mess around with half-baked knowledge.’

Therefore, radiation therapy cannot be used.

“Thanks to you, the only viable option is surgery. In the case of lung cancer, the entire lung lobe, which forms part of the lung, is removed through surgery! I have to take it off. “But do you want to do that?”

“….”

Damian closed his mouth.

A bitter smile appeared on Rachiel’s lips.

“Don’t worry. I won’t do that to you either. “I don’t have the skills to do that anyway.”

That was also true.

I have no skills.

Surgery is not my area. Even more so, lobectomy. I can’t even think about it. Sir Gardin, who is excellent at surgery? Unfortunately, a lobectomy is too difficult even for Sir Gardin. In other words, surgery is also not a good option.

‘driving me crazy.’

Rakiel frowned and crossed the Hell Gate and returned to the annex oriental medicine clinic. After that, his worries continued. But I couldn’t find an answer. No, not even the faint nostril hairs were visible.

‘First of all, we found out that the incurable disease that will hit Damian is lung cancer. So far so good. But this is such a cruel and cruel punishment.’

I know what it is, but I don’t know how to stop it. It was as if I had heard a sentence, ‘From now on, I will fire about 1,000 rounds of 12.7mm heavy machine guns at you, so try your best to block them with a pot lid.’

It was frustrating and my eyesight was dark. Thanks to this, I could hardly sleep until evening passed and the night went on. Sighs kept flowing out. Even his oblivious stomach growled uncontrollably.

“Your Majesty, should I tell you to prepare a midnight snack?”

“…no.”

Damian, who couldn’t even watch from the side, suggested(?) that he wanted a late-night snack. Of course, Rachiel shook her head. No, I wanted to throw it away.

It was then.

…Slurp?

Suddenly, a crackling sound of something being inhaled came from inside the doctor’s office, a small room attached to one side of the bedroom. It was a very faint sound. Normally, I wouldn’t have heard it.

But not now.

My nerves were tense due to serious worries. Moreover, I was feeling hungry after tossing and turning at night.

“Oh sir.”

In the end, Rachiel kicked off the bed and jumped up. And then I walked toward the doctor’s office inside the bedroom. I skipped knocking and opened the door.

“Lord Gardin?”

“…Slurp slurp? yep?”

Just then, Sir Gardin, who was chomping down on pasta for a late-night snack, stopped by. The crown prince’s faithful doctor mumbled for a while before barely able to answer with a red face.

“My highness? “What are you doing at this late hour?”

“huh. Just a bite.”

“…yes?”

“Just a bite.”

“Yes?”

“Then you eat it?”

“yes? uh? “Huh?”

“Tsk. It’s a joke.”

Rachiel only pretended to snatch the fork from Sir Gardin’s hand. And then he sat down opposite the embarrassed Lord Gardin.

“Actually, I just found out that Kyung wasn’t sleeping. “I want to discuss something.”

“What are you discussing?”

“I ask you directly. “Can you cut out part of a person’s lung without killing him?”

“…yes?”

“The lungs. lights. here.”

Rachiel pointed to her chest.

Sir Gardin asked, setting down his bowl of pasta.

“Your Majesty, are you asking whether it is possible to remove the lungs of a living person?”

“yes.”

“Are you saying the patient has to be alive even after the surgery is over?”

“of course.”

Rachiel nodded. And suddenly I remembered the clues about lung cancer I had heard from the King of Hell.

‘The King of Hell said that Damian’s PD-L1 protein is increasing in number and binding to PD-1. Of all lung cancers, it is most likely a sign of adenocarcinoma.’

Adenocarcinoma occurs most often in the peripheral part of the lung. Thanks to this, if detected early, the difficulty of surgery is relatively low. This is because cancer tissue often slightly invades only one lung lobe. That’s why…

“I’m not saying we should just cut it. Only one lobe of one lung. So, in the case of the left lung, half of the left lung would be cut out, and in the case of the right lung, about 1/3 of the lung would be cut out. Is it possible?”

“I’m not confident about that.”

“Have you ever learned anything?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty.”

“Yeah, I see.”

Rachiel did not show any sign of discouragement. If I do that, Sir Gardin will be even more sorry. From the beginning, it was a surgery of a level that was far beyond the medical standards of this world. In a way, it was cruel to ask Lord Gardin that.

Sir Gardin asked.

“But your highness, why are you curious about that? “Are there any patients with serious lung disease who need surgery?”

“Umm no. Not yet.”

“….”

“You will find out everything later when the time comes. by the way. “Maybe that’s it?”

“yes? Oh, you mean pasta?”

“huh. “Can I have just one bite?”

“No, Your Highness.”

“uh? why?”

“How dare you offer the food you used to eat to Your Majesty?”

“ah.”

“I will quickly go and make it. So please wait two hours, Your Highness.”

“hmm? “Two hours?”

“yes.”

“Why is it taking so long?”

“That’s because it’s the hot season and most of the ingredients are frozen?”

Lord Gardin answered as if it were obvious.

The moment Rakiel heard that answer, he was startled without realizing it.

“what?”

…Blinking Kwaang!

Lightning struck my head. A thunderbolt struck the brain folds. My brain wrinkles got angry after being slapped without realizing it. I was impressed. But it was no use. Kwaang flashes again. Lightning struck the top of the brain’s head vertically. One after another. One after another. In continuous fire mode. Relentlessly. The brain wrinkles finally surrendered to the repeated thunderbolts that struck Quaang. Please stop hitting me. I will tell you the answer to the problem you have been worrying about. shouted. That cry echoed throughout Rachiel’s brain.

“…!”

Rakiel’s eyes widened. It came to mind for a moment. A way to respond to the problem I’ve been worrying about all along. A means to deal with the lung cancer that will attack Damian in the future.

“found.”

“…yes?”

I muttered to myself without realizing it.

Rachiel turned his head.

He looked back at Damian and said.

“frozen.”

“yes?”

What does this mean again?

Damian frowned slightly.

Rachiel said.

“You will develop lung cancer. I think we can freeze you until we find a way to treat it.”

“yes?”

“how is it?”

“….”

“Slam ice debamba.”

“….”

“call?”

“….”

The ice debamba is a mess.

Damian felt a new sense of confidence.

I am certain that my master, the Crown Prince, whom I serve, whom I respect, and whom I want to protect, is in fact a bit, or rather, overly crazy.