Parallel World Pharmacy

Someone in the squire must have informed me that Elizabeth's medical condition was unexpected.

A young prince rushed into the queen's bedroom. Bruno stopped the anesthesia once the prince had arrived. It is not yet fully in place, so it can be discontinued.

Calling my mother's name on the Empress's pillow, she's crying. Elizabeth's hand stroking his head powerless. The hand is not that of Elizabeth II, the Empress who unites the whole continent, but that of one mother who cares for her son.

What will happen to the remaining prince after Elizabeth's death? Maybe that's a thought on my mother's chest. The figure of the prince clinging to his dying mother shook Farma's heart.

Pharma stays hands on his left eye and establishes a treatment policy.

When it comes to treating tuberculosis, streptomycin was first discovered in 1943. but Pharma dismisses this. Because you have to use an injection. Choose medicines that can be administered orally (from the mouth). Moreover, be careful to gain drug resistance and combine multiple agents.

"" isoniazide ""

"" Pyrazinamide ""

"" Etambutol ""

There are three types of therapeutics that are candidates. I would like to use four, but material creation is possible only with compounds that I can close my eyes and fully imagine. All in all, there will be three simple compounds he can reliably imagine the structure.

The more difficult it is to recall than a polymeric compound. I know the structure and I can write structural expressions, but many things I can't imagine.

When I mentioned the three names, the light disappeared once, but when I looked closely, the light remained thin. Pharma, anxious about it,

(One more dose at a time, do you want to add it)

He still added a fourth drug to the no push.

(Will you take it to the image with force moves? I'll burn you to the brain with remnants)

I'm staring at what I wrote on the paper with the structural formula, and when I close my lid, it shows up intact in my brain. He drives.

"" rifampicin ""

With the most complex structure, the drugs that are the key to treatment still seemed necessary.

The white light went out.

"Your Majesty"

Pharma folds a large handkerchief, knots it in his mouth and behind his head to create a mask for the moment.

When he made his decision and walked out in front of the Empress and made his name a courtesy, he succeeded in his words to the point of immediacy.

"Will you forgive me, Your Majesty's treatment"

Empress Elizabeth II looked at Pharma blurredly from the hospital bed with an empty expression.

"What are you saying?"

There is absolutely no such thing as the effect of the medicine. Conditions can change dramatically and you may die before the medicine is effective. Even in consideration of them, he uttered every word with temper.

"There are special effects"

Objectively, Farma de Medicis is a 10-year-old apprentice pharmacist boy. Skills and knowledge are far inferior to the prestigious pharmacists serving the court, including my father. What did an apprentice who didn't know himself begin to say, the samurai team disliked it when it sounded, depressed. They just sound like drooling kid bullshit.

"Farma! Stay back!

Bruno yells at me with a huge sword screen. Bruno, pale in the face, jumps on Pharma, strangles him with wings and tries to get him out of the room.

Please, don't tell me anything hectic...

That's what it said on Bruno's face.

Bruno elucidates as he drags Pharma.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty, but the foolishness is disrespectful. I'll get you right back down."

"Wait a minute."

The Empress admonished Bruno.

And she looks around at the sitting court ministers, the samurai doctors.

"Is that true?

Everyone in the samurai and pharmacy clutched their mouths in a very bad way.

"When did you find the new drug? And what the hell is the rest of the disease?"

A large number of court ministers gaze down to escape the empress's unspeakable pressure. No reply. The Empress, who had lost her stopover, stared straight at Pharma.

"You know you did."

"I know, sir."

Pharma salutes.

The fact that the Empress's life, death, which became a lightning before the wind, was near, was more intelligible than anyone else, a divine artist. And that from now on, she will be killed by the court pharmacists and samurai she trusted most.

It was like betting on the bullshit of a boy who appeared pretentious that only one beating would be allowed.

But still, she read the firm confidence in the boy's eyes.

Not a single cloudy eye, as if I knew the truth.

"I would like to entrust the rest of my destiny to you."

Pharma and the Empress' gaze meet.

"This is it."

The Empress bowed her head to squeeze her last strength.

What a luxury that shoulder looked like.

"Yes, sir."

Farma faced one patient directly from the front and undertook her life.

I can't do it later.

The samurai and father Bruno, who were in the Empress's bedroom, froze. No one has anything to try to get in the way of Pharma anymore. In doing so, Pharma slowly took a sample of her saliva from the Empress, leaving her room, saying, "I'll rent you a conditioning room," and leaving. And locked it from the inside.

"Wait, Farma!

After Pharma. When my father also resigns in front of the Empress, he tries to run into the mixing room. But the door is frightening.

"Open up here!

Pharma paints the Empress's saliva sample on a glass plate with a familiar hand as she hears the sound of her father knocking on the door at her disposal. Arrange the chemicals in a small bottle on the desk, take it with a glass stick and apply it from the top, spreading it gently. Broil the glass plates with a flame of lamp, then line up some bottles of chemicals and pass the samples through the chemicals in turn.

Rub it on the glass, remove and apply the metal toy-like appliance, and watermark and peek it into the light of the lamp.

(Again)

When Pharma gained one certainty, his father came inside by destroying the door with divine art.

Torn Chamber.

Two fathers and sons inside a dim mixing room lit by candlestick lights.

One-touch tension weighs the air in the room.

"Say it! What were you doing!

From Bruno's point of view, it would have looked like Pharma was carrying out a dreadful act of spell there.

"What are you gonna do, give me the money I gave you? Stop hands, what are you doing!!

Bruno rages, shivering his voice and harshly questioning Pharma.

"Prepare for Your Majesty's treatment."

"No way!

Bruno struck an anger at Pharma's explanation.

"We've been looking for famous doctors from all over the world who can cure leukemia! Lie to me about new drugs."

(Hmm? You just said leukemia)

Pharma stopped his hand.

"Surprised, so your father was diagnosed with leukemia (tuberculosis). how did you find out"

Only my father in that samurai regiment had spotted the Empress as TB. The samurai doctors were lost because of fluids and constellations. Farma, who thought he was an occult pharmacist, would have misjudged his father's abilities.

"I reacted with my potion, and there were signs of leukemia. You're the one who's basing this on what!

Earlier, my father had mixed handmade potions with the empress's saliva.

(If you ask me...)

Pharma is surprised that the process resembles a test for definitive diagnosis of tuberculosis.

Is it a coincidence? No such inspection method was listed in any of the books that were in Pharma's house.

Besides, he said it was a potion that my father was able to shatter and formulate the herbs he put his divine power into while dancing and going mad in the herb garden that night.

(That works like that!?

Pharma tongues.

"Is that what it says in some book?

"It's a new divine technique I've developed. It's not in the book. Who do you think I am?"

Bruno de Medicis has only three court pharmacists on the continent.

He is a first-line pharmacist who is the Honorable Lord and holds the head of the University of Pharmacy in Teito.

If Pharma is a famous pharmacist on Earth,

He was also a leading scholar in pharmacy in this world.

When divine power is poured into the herb, it has special potency, Bruno and Ellen say. Bruno was the first in the world to systematically examine the combination of potency and medicinal herbs exerted in divine art. Bruno had braided a number of original treatments.

(Right. Isn't this a different world...)

Farma felt sorry to have seen her father's formula with colored glasses until now as an occult. The potion my father ordered me to give to Ellen after a moment, or the potion that Pharma was first drunk right after the lightning struck, may have had an effect.

Anyway, they are all made of divinely produced water.

Farma overlooked there.

In this other world, divinity exists. It was not the right attitude as a pharmacist to refuse to be an occult without scientific validation of water and other divine arts made of divine art.

Different worlds have different worlds of fashion.

Pharma, while impressed, remains in doubt about his actions.

"Why did Father pretend he didn't know his name earlier? When did you make the diagnosis?

The diagnosis, he said, was on ten days ago. My father regrets that the response to leukemia is more than thirty times stronger than it was then.

"Why didn't you tell me," he said? Because leukemia (tuberculosis) is incurable. What does a pharmacist who is always due to a patient do with His Majesty, who would be careful, delighted to fall into despair? Because you're immature, you don't know that. "

So he talked to the samurai doctor, even though he had a diagnosis.

"The treatment of leukemia means nothing to His Majesty. Don't let your majesty disgrace you on his deathbed. And I've never seen anything healed by the touch of my hand in the past."

In this world, there is a saying that tuberculosis can be cured by the king touching the patient.

That's why I can't tell anyone that the emperor got tuberculosis, etc., and there's no cure. Only God has the power to surpass the Emperor. It follows that the Emperor is under divine punishment. That goes to the honor of the emperor.

"Don't bullshit me about new drugs. New drugs for leukemia don't exist! That is also true of the views received from Novaroot yesterday. New pills, that's just your poor, non-studying paranoia!

Bruno was constantly seeking new information from this world's most advanced Novarut University of Medicine, and seems to be constantly gaining the latest insights in this world. Lying to a patient is dishonest, Bruno harshly tells Pharma. Prescribing counterfeit drugs is a serious crime, and you should confess that you can't cure it.

Bruno had exhausted his hand thinking thoroughly for the Empress.

(Mr. Bruno...... you were a really great pharmacist)

Pharma honestly reviews him and misses respect. Bruno had a dry cough here recently because he was infected with tuberculosis. It was obvious that I did not have to use the eye examination. He was leaning aside and infected knowing the empress was tuberculosis, while still searching for a cure for her, not for himself. My own life is in retrospect.

Farma asks his father again.

"I understand. Still, your father thinks of euthanasia to His Majesty."

"That's the best way."

Pharma nods. It's best with my father's trump card, I agree.

"Special effects are real."

"Don't lie to me!

"I'm not lying. And it's something you should drink, too."

……

Bruno lost his word about whether his son spotted the tuberculosis infection.

It seemed like something he'd been hiding.

When Pharma produces water and washes her hands with care, she wipes her hands with a sterile, clean cloth and takes the medicine bottle and flask with her back hand from the bag she puts on the table.

I turned my back invisible to my father and put my left hand over the bottle. They were also pre-sterile, clean.

(Make it sweet syrup and have a drink)

Potions (water meds) will be commonly used and familiar in this world. Easy to drink and less resistance to tongue touch. The patient has a severe cough and is having difficulty taking medication. Be creative.

"Turn this way, Pharma! Mm!?"

Bruno didn't miss the blue and white light flashing.

It is the light of material creation, but it resembles the mark of divine activation of water.

"Wait!"

Pharma doesn't mind thinking of the structural formula of the three drugs, creating the therapeutics in the specified doses and dropping them in the bottle. Finally, the drug with the most complex structure, rifampicin, is written down on paper and carved into the brain using remnants. Drug discovery was possible.

And the other bottle fills the syrup. I showed my father the cure I had been able to do.

"Did you just use divine art? Why are you hiding it from me, what you're trying to formulate!

Shake the medicine transferred inside the flask and mix well. I got a clear viscous syrup medicine.

"If you can't explain what kind of formula you made, it's poison! Open your name."

My father must have reached the limit of patience, pointing his gold wand straight at Pharma.

For the aristocrats, the wand is a sword.

I remember Ellen saying that. Bruno is the same as pointing a white blade at my child.

"Put down your cane, Father. Are you going to submerge the mixing room?"

But to Pharma's words, my father did not lend an ear. Pharma puts the flask on his desk.

Danse d 'épée de la glace.

When Bruno strikes the activated chant, he unleashes an attack with a flask on his desk.

It is the orbit of the attack that Pharma has no intention of harming himself.

(Shots fired!

Ice knife released from close range. But the divine art unleashed by the Father, the divine use of water, whatever the state, is water. There was no stray in Pharma to know that.

Pharma sprinkles her right hand to protect the medicine.

(Go away!)

Precisely imagine the molecular state of the ice, convey it to your right hand and pay for the sky. It was an ice knife, which vanished without a trace when it touched Pharma's hand.

Then he put his left hand up and instantly emerged a thick ice barrier separating him from his father.

No activated chanting, no cane, bare hands.

It becomes a complete defensive wall, with Bruno no more attacking Pharma, Bruno being a water attribute, but a "positive" operator. Ice is water, but the attribute is not "negative", so it cannot be erased.

"Become... now what"

Bruno glances at his unexpected son's resistance, frightened.

Separating the ice walls, Pharma proclaims to his father.

"In the presence of His Majesty, the patient, I will explain the special effects."

"Oh......"

Now everything is ruined.

Is that what you thought, Bruno's eyes stained with the color of despair?

And here's what he's been asking Farma.

"Who are you (...)"