Parallel World Pharmacy

"It's Pharma, I'm here"

My father gave me a glimpse of Pharma entering the room, and I was looking forward to putting the paperwork together and packing the medicine bin in my bag. Several servants and disciple pharmacists were gathered to help with my father's discipline. There was no Ellen among them. My father makes them lower.

(That?)

I wonder if my father's work is intense, I feel like I've lost weight recently in sight.

Speaking of which, I had a long dry cough.

(Looks bad for sure, will you check it out)

Pharma was when he subtly put his hand on his left eye.

"What's up? Does it hurt anywhere?

Pharma deflects her focus in her father's words and interrupts her eyes once she has been diagnosed. I can't be seriously seen like this.

"Listen to me with upright immobility, sag!

"Yes."

Pharma takes a cautious stance. Absolutely obedient to the father, that's what this world is all about.

"His Majesty's condition has changed dramatically. If you're not feeling well, don't come because you're a foot wrapper, if you're not, hurry up and make my statement."

I guess it's a story that shouldn't be heard lightly, my father lurked his voice despite the fact that he was paying people. My confident father had a look that seemed unusual and unavailable.

"I'll give it to you. What is your sickness like?

"I can't say it here, but healing is going to be difficult"

Over the past few days, Her Majesty's condition has changed dramatically, he said. The attending physician, the resident samurai chief physician (court physician), is tight and treating, but doesn't quite respond, so my father seemed to be called as every day.

(It's the condition of a monarch of a country, is his sick name Top Secret? I wonder if that diagnosis fits)

They were trying to take Pharma for a living. The Emperor's examination can only be done by a court pharmacist and his apprenticeship. I'm not calling you a first-class medic. Helping with bags and conditioning, chores, and check-ups is Farma's job.

For the emperor's examination and treatment only, it is basically carried out by both the samurai and the court pharmacist, dispensed by the court pharmacist at the prescription of the samurai. Because if we don't keep the pharmaceutical division thorough, there can be assassinations of emperors, etc. The skills and personalities of the samurai (court doctor) and court pharmacist remain essentially unchanged. Diagnose the disease and prescribe medication. Unlike Japan, pharmacists in this world have the right to prescribe drugs independently. Doing so will make it possible to talk about whether the doctor is a physician, but the physician is different in that he can perform surgical procedures.

In that situation, the emperor trusted Bruno, a court pharmacist, more than a samurai doctor, and used him heavily as the lead court pharmacist. It is only with the refuge of the Emperor that Bruno is given a life of affluence as His Holiness.

"Keep your head down."

"Yes."

Ellen said the position of the lead samurai (attending physician) and lead pharmacist who failed to treat the emperor would be reversed. In other words, the fate of the de Medicis family is determined by the emperor's outcome. Failure is an important part of the house. Farma also figured out why my father couldn't afford a face.

(Does that mean you're seriously ill? The Emperor)

Pharma rushes to support him with that in mind. I was originally ready, just have one of his bags. It contains the tools and instruments that Pharma was equipped with.

"Good luck, Master Pharma!

Lotte put a grey coat on Pharma.

"I'm coming."

To the worried lotte, Farma smiled and waved after the room.

"Let's go, Farma"

"Yes."

Riding a horse towed by a horse, his father Bruno de Medicis and his son Farma took the offering and ran the horse to the Empress's waiting, the Grand Palace of Saint Fluve. It's too late to rush to the palace by carriage.

As a whole, the Father, the Son, and several of his servants run down the twilight avenue of the Empire City.

"My lord, you're on the line! Clear the way!

A touching squire blows a trumpet. Bruno, a few of the trusted and awesome saint knights in your arms stiffened their sides disappointingly, and the civilians drooped their heads and everyone gave way.

Pharma's equestrianism is brilliant. Ellen taught me, too, and basically took over the skills that the Pharma boy had mastered during his lifetime, as it were.

The preliminary knowledge of the person to be examined, His Majesty the Emperor, had been asked and purchased by Ellen, so Farma squeezes the reins as he organizes the information.

Emperor Saint Fluve, Elizabeth II, age 24. Empress.

She is the most powerful family of theological users (flame attributes) throughout the continent, an empress with enough power to unite the nations of the continent and possess the entire continent. He was chosen to succeed his sick and dead predecessor as a temple, succeeding him in authoritarian politics after his reign, seven years in office.

He is known as Sage, who excelled in martial arts, demonstrated his spicy skills and expanded his empire, pioneered remote areas and stabilized his political situation. Farma vaguely understands that he is a monarch who lays down an absolute kingdom, like the Roman Empire and the Russian Emperor.

The emperor is not a subversive assault. meritocracy. In other words, Emperor (Empress) Elizabeth was the most divine use of divinity in the empire, and said that the divinity meter she held marked the highest value of the gauge's empire during the reign ceremony.

A royal divine professor is made up of the argument that by birth we are endowed with a strong divine power = we are recognized as royal by God.

(Emperor, I thought you were just famous and you made the throne with strength... you seem strong)

Farma was totally impressed by the fact that he shook off the gauge of the divine power meter on the shelf. It is, of course, the condition of the emperor that the person is not overwhelmed by divine power, but also superior.

The leading knights arranged for the gatekeeper to open with the golden lattice gate of the palace making a reclining sound.

(That's a lot newer architectural style than our mansion. It's like Versailles Palace)

The Emperor's Palace was a relatively new looking grand palace with a spectacular Baroque landscape with a large garden. In the center is a large fountain with a golden sculpture, blowing up clear water at all costs. It is the great garden that spreads behind the palace. It was spectacular.

The entrance was lined with the emperor's squire, dressed in luxurious clothing.

When I got off the horse with my father,

"I've been waiting for you, Your Excellency."

Guided by the Empress's side and adorned with dazzling expensive conditioning, he leaves the hallway, stretched out of many large one-piece mirrors, early enough surrounded by a large number of squire, wondering if he was put through to the waiting room for a short while, he is immediately called by the samurai doctor to allow him to enter the Empress's bedroom.

When I entered the Empress's bedroom about after my father, the samurai doctors held me back in the corner of the room. They uniformly wear black coats. Doctors wear black costumes because their clothes are bloody and dirty in therapy. Speaking of which, my father was a similar costume. Of course, the outfit rarely seems to be washed. Unhygienic.

"The head court pharmacist, Lord Bruno de Medicis, and his confessor are here."

"Get in."

Pharma also refrains from following his father and thanks him according to his methods. The queen, resting on her body in a bed with a ceiling, was slowly fading away.

Bruno exchanges words with the samurai.

Even as long as Pharma stood still listening while holding his father's bag, the emperor has coughed and sputum, progressing to hemorrhage and bloodsputum, and so on. She has repeated severe hemorrhages and also appears to be having difficulty breathing. Bruno has a tough face and glances at the dietary content, the recording of fever, etc.

"Your Majesty, I beg your pardon"

When Bruno approaches the Empress's bed, he takes the time to see her. Sincerely, she pulses on the white silk cloth basket without touching the Empress's skin directly.

(Finally)

Farma watched Bruno as he held his father's bag with his face. I'm a court pharmacist, so I guess my therapeutic skills are quite high. See what you can do.

My father looks alternately at the hourglass and the empress, taking his pulse. When it is finished, slight blood is drawn from the Empress's fingertips and brought to the Chalet. Take saliva or urine and observe it crumbly, dilute it into divinely made water and let it react with something in the test tube to give up. And stare at the astrology board with a serious look on your face.

What are you looking at, Farma snaps his neck.

(Are you diagnosing with divinity or fortune?

Pharma I don't think I can tell the illness that way, but Ellen's story says my father has a reputation within the court as a good court pharmacist. Especially if you are good at diagnostic skills. Farma is surprised that he became a court pharmacist because he excelled in fortune telling talents. In this world of divinity, fortune tellers are also important.

Bruno thanked him a lot and saw him with the samurai doctor. The samurai also hammers and slaps him in the ear.

"How was your visit?"

"is that"

Bruno had signed the paperwork after meditating with a sinking look. I wonder if there is any difference between the diagnosis of the samurai doctor and the food, or if I need to write down the name of the illness.

(What's the name of the disease? What do you think it is? Are you able to diagnose it?

Naturally, the name of the disease is unique to this world, and even if the Japanese heard it, it would behead them. However, Pharma memorized all the names of the different worlds that correspond to those of Japanese. So if they mention the disease names in different worlds, Pharma can tell if they are diagnosed correctly.

When Pharma is listening, apparently neither of them has a diagnosis like this on them. I can hear the nuances saying that my lungs are weak, according to fortune telling, the stars are turning bad, my destiny is on the verge.

(Did you not know the name of the illness)

Bruno left the bedroom saying, "Let me use the mixing room". Pharma also tried to help, but Bruno told him, "You don't have to look at this, sire."

There is a locked mixing room in the court where samurai doctors and pharmacists prepare medicines near the emperor's bedroom.

So Bruno formulated it and put it in a round-bottom flask, anesthesia. I can tell by the smell if I pass in front of Pharma.

(Opium, Mandrake and other drugs.)

Pharma speculates on the content. Apprenticeship pharmacists were watching over how things were done while eliminating their presence so as not to disturb them, integrated with walls and conditioners. That's when the empress coughed hard and woke her eyes on the bed.

"Sire, how are you feeling?"

Bruno rushes over, kneeling by the bedside and asking the Empress. The empress looked like a pyjama. Her skin on the burnt cheeks is not dry and dignified. She was a pathetic sick person and it was obvious that the shadow of death was imminent in everyone's eyes.

Farma hung on to her from a distance.

"Be honest with me. The rest... can't you help me anymore"

My father comforts the weak-sounding empress gently. An unexpected side of my father as a loyal minister to the Empress. The figure was fresh for Pharma, who only saw his face as a strict parent.

"Don't worry, we'll get better soon. We have medicines that work well for you."

That's drugs. What Bruno prepared is somewhat toxic, but not such as to lead to death. He gave up aggressive treatment and switched to passive treatment. The samurai doctors agreed.

I guess the reason I didn't show my conditioning was because I didn't want Pharma to see me give up treatment.

(Well, Your Majesty seems seriously ill to see it too)

Pharma just wanted to cheer him on if he wouldn't show me his courtroom pharmacist moves, but my father tried to get into the anesthesia procedure, not to mention giving up on the thought of a severance.

"Sire, take a big breath of steam. Shallow at first."

Anesthesia will alleviate the empress's suffering. In other words, you just blur your consciousness with drugs.

"Call the clergyman, tomorrow night is fucked"

Claude, the samurai chief, sighed one big time and shook his head left and right, secretly told the king's side and the court chief so. Already with the vapor of anesthesia, the Empress's eyes began to melt. A cleric prays so that he may die in peace. Except for the pain, there seemed to be no other but waiting for the empress to fade away.

(You're not going to cure me, nobody)

Farma, who was watching the whole thing, was just one person on the spot, unable to accept the treatment.

Pharma, on the healing of the Empress, put up the face of Bruno, the court pharmacist, and thought it was not a good idea to go out on this occasion. In addition, the pharmacist was unconsciously bound by the laws in Japan that doctors should not be seen or treated.

But no one or he has already abandoned his treatment, and he will not lend his ear to the words of Pharma, who has decided to be immature.

(Stop watching)

I can no longer be the boy for you.

Pharma gently attaches his left hand to his left eye and passes divine power through his fingertips.

The light of the blue eyes changes, presenting a slight luminescence. It's the moment the eye is activated.

When you are activating the diagnostic eye, the saturation of the world from Pharma decreases. Concentration increases so that consciousness is narrowed down. Both lungs of the queen gasping for the disease were watermarked by countless blue-white glowing lesions. It seemed like I could hear the screams of organs invaded by the disease.

(That would be painful...... well endured)

Pharma whines so loudly that no one can hear her, and gives it a sick-name area. If he was in Japan, I would scrutinize the results of blood tests, various imaging tests, and biopsies, but I can't do that because I don't have all kinds of equipment.

It is only "where the disease is present" and not necessarily a tumor that is glowing blue in the diagnostic eye. Considering the diagnostic eye as normal imaging fails. In other words, it reacts even with colds, bronchitis, etc.

"" Metastatic lung tumor ""

"" Emphysema ""

"" Pneumonia ""

Crush them one by one, including those that seem unlikely.

The color of the light does not change. The light remains blue.

(Is it not? This otherworld-specific disease?

If it was, it wouldn't be a glimmer. I remember Pharma moaning that it was a medieval European-style different world.

(... it was. medieval period)

We should have taken into account that this is a different world at a level of cultural civilisation equivalent to that of medieval Europe. Moreover, even in modern Japan, it is still a disease that cannot be ignored, albeit cured. In developing countries, they are sifting wildly.

With the empress young, Pharma had unconsciously removed that possibility.

"Tuberculosis."

The diagnostic eye clarified the name of the disease. The blue-white, soul-like light that was wrapping the lesion purifies and turns into pure white light.

The name "White Death" is given in this world.

Once in the Middle Ages of the Earth world, it was called the White Pest, an incurable disease.