Parallel World Pharmacy

Farma de Medicis is the second son of the Honorable Lord Bruno.

Unlike his eldest son, Palais, he will not become a trace of the de Medicis family, and in the future he will become a court pharmacist living in a room in the mansion. My father, Bruno, has glistened from a very young age that he could withstand the burden of a courtroom pharmacist in front of him with reward.

I used to let him handle dangerous medicinal herbs and burn them.

I was exhausted from my divine training to study from morning to evening, and there were times when I was cried that I wanted to play.

Only when, he was starting to see my father with a frightened eye.

It's not a whip of love, but it makes it tough on my real son. So my father stopped doing so much directly and entrusted Eleonor Bonufoer, the trusted youngest disciple, with the education of theology and pharmacy. Apparently Eleonor educated him well. So, in the last few years, Bruno's eyes had become harder to get to see how Farma was doing.

Pharmacists are likely to lean on people's lives. What the pharmacist needs is not technology, but the mind.

Bruno, who intended to turn sincerely to the patient with such conviction and have touched the patient's heart, had not done one thing to his son, such as being a father. He also neglected his efforts to absorb the child's heart. Not even what my son thinks and what he thinks.

Farma's mood is not well understood by Bruno.

Still, I can see that the boy in front of me is not a previous Pharma.

My father doesn't remember how long it's been like that. He was deeply ashamed of it.

My father takes his notebook, which was placed on the bag of Pharma, which was right beside him. I'll turn around. Farma was prevented from stopping his father from giving up his notebook by separating the ice walls.

Bruno blues.

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Farma had written her notes in Japanese so that no one could read them. He is seen unplugging a notebook describing the process of laboratory staining, and Pharma regrets the lapse. but it still doesn't change my father's inability to read Japanese. It's all about the medical records of the servants, the dosing records, the footprints he started carving in this world. Numerous laboratory data are also graphed. Formulas and chemical structure formulas would have looked like spellbound ciphers from my father's eyes.

"I repeat. Who are you! Sick answer."

In this world, there is a legend of changeling (replacement child). It's that evil spirits will sneak out and replace their children. The child replaced is not a human, but is considered a child of the monster. He wrote strange letters and suspected Pharma of manipulating divine art without a wand. There is a rumor that changelings disappear into nowhere when they are seen through by humans.

I thought about the risk of losing my son, but if that makes him disappear, he's not my son anymore.

"What is this letter? This, this, this! Where did you learn this!

"The knowledge of the medicine was gained in the dreams I had on the day of the lightning strike. So does that letter."

Here's the explanation Pharma twisted out. If you describe the previous life as an event in your dreams, it's not a mistake, either. If Pharma doesn't say so, it's inconvenient because they ask for a source as to where they learned it and in which books it was written.

Lightning strike on the border, huh?

"Yes."

In the dark mixing chamber, the scars on Pharma's arms, which had taken off his coat, were filled with blue and white light to pulse. That watered down the ice wall and my father clearly saw it.

"... the drug god lived there."

"It's... I don't know"

I don't even know how this happened, who I am or who I am, or Pharma. Farma shut up when she said so, so it passed on to her father, including the meaning of euphemistic affirmation.

"Right."

Not my father, who was marching day and night to culminate in the path of medicine, but the medicine God blessed his son. The Father had no choice but to accept it and follow the will of his patron saint, who did not cease to love him.

"Father. Please use this potion for Your Majesty. It's a real special effect."

If Bruno were to combine potions, his father's decency would also be preserved if the treatment succeeded. Your position as a court pharmacist will also be protected and you will receive the Empress's favor. My father had better do that, even if Pharma didn't say anything.

"You prescribe the drugs you create."

My father waves small and scrupulously.

"That's what pharmacists are responsible for and proud of. Because patients believe in you and risk their lives for medication."

He's a real pharmacist, Farma thought so.

And I felt painful that it might be me who is immature.

Coming from a modern planet where the safety of drugs is doubly ascertained, because he never put drugs out on patients with that in mind.

"Okay."

Pharma wiped out the ice barrier with his right hand, and as he grabbed the potion, he passed in front of his father and left the conditioning room. Leaving behind a word like this.

"Leave it to me, Father. I'm going to save you, you and your majesty."

The words, with weights that my father had never heard, sounded different in tone from the previous Pharma.

It didn't sound like the boy's thoughtful words, it sounded like God's.

Bruno droops his head silently and crumbles on the spot.

How could I have stopped him?

Pharma with the potion appeared before the Empress again.

The Empress couldn't wait for Pharma to come back awake. Big expectations on that chest. In an attempt to return from the boundaries of death to the world of life, she waited, squeezing her last strength.

"That was a long time, Your Majesty is waiting for you. What happened to your father? Have you escaped?"

Samurai Chief Physician Claude stabs at the taste of being waited for properly.

Claude didn't seem to think that Bruno could do a decent pill in the boy's formula, anyway. It has to be just a toy. Bruno also seems to itch to say that he should just come back and anesthetize the empress.

"Something that takes time or something, come closer"

The Empress calls Pharma nearby. Pharma is wearing a mask, so he should be spared a splash infection. Close in without cowardice.

"No. My father is not running away. For Your Majesty's sake, I was formulating it with my father. This is the new drug."

I paid tribute to my father's previous work as a pharmacist and told him so, although it was different from the facts.

In a fluttering foothold, Bruno appeared on the spot. The gaze of blame flies from the samurai doctors, wondering if you didn't flatter your son.

But no more, Bruno didn't try to stop what Pharma did.

There was no way I could have stopped it.

To burn in his eyes what is about to be done with his hands.

He just came back to do it.

"Before we play the potency of the new drug, I want to show His Majesty something. Can you help us a little?"

Pharma humbly offers a palm-sized metal tool in front of the Empress.

"What is this?"

The empress takes it away with her neck twisted. Metal, small apparatus. Pharma collected the Empress's sputum again on the spot and painted it on a glass plate, setting it on a plate shaped tool of metal.

"I will receive His Majesty's body fluids and observe them with this instrument. Take a look at this in a bright spot from the hole there. Thus."

Encourage the Empress to peek into the needle-like hole perfectly close to her eyes. Pharma let him open the window for ventilation and let the samurai bring a lamp, which he put from the bottom to secure the light.

The empress glanced half-heartedly.

"What is that, fooling Your Majesty!

Samurai Chief Physician Claude trembles in anger.

"Wait, don't be loud. Be quiet."

The chief samurai may be in the empress's words.

The Empress had already become one of those little instruments.

And.

"I see something."

Pharma can see enlargement with the ability of the diagnostic eye, but that is not objective.

It is science only if it is visible to third parties or if it can prove the presence of tuberculosis bacteria.

To the micro world no one had ever seen, Pharma compels the Empress.

What Pharma offered. It was the simplest microscope of the structure, with pinholes and glass spheres and metal pieces. Rawen Hook's invented single-lens microscope with adequate performance even without a good lens. There is no need for any electrical system, no mirror cylinders, no lenses on metal plates, and just a sample table, very small and simple about 5 cm long.

With antiques and insults, in the previous life when Pharma was present, it was an active microscope that obtained a resolution of about 200 times that used to identify germs even in developing countries without electricity.

The multiplier was never sufficient, but it has minimal performance.

Its simple statue of work reveals a clear truth.

"Your Majesty, do you know what a stick looks like?"

Pharma leaves his fingers in the sky, trying to draw its shape.

That's Mycobacterium tuberculosis.

Human type tuberculosis bacteria.

In Japan, preventive measures are taken through childhood BCG vaccination.

"It is an organism that is the pathogen of leukoderma (tuberculosis). His Majesty is eroded by this creature."

It was a moment when those in the room knew that there was something called bacteria in the world.

"Ladies and gentlemen, see after Your Majesty"

Trying to contend, the samurai glanced into the microscope. Until then, the samurai doctors thought that any small thing was visible if they brought their eyes closer to the object. A world invisible to the naked eye is there. I have to admit, it was a fact.

"Hey, what's this! Bugs!?

Samurai Chief Physician Claude glanced at his face when he saw something strange.

"For this device, if you need it, I'll show you how to make it and the design drawings."

He's not going to monopolize the microscope. If you can use it for medicine to gain a better understanding of microorganisms.

"Note that this is not a divine move"

Bruno, with his trembling hand, glanced at it.

"Oh my..."

Such a cliché. It was as if humans were allowed to peek into the world God was watching, beating their whole bodies to unknown excitement.

When everyone observed the tuberculosis bacteria and showed it stained a stained slide glass stained sample that Pharma had prepared, the tuberculosis bacteria, Pharma cut it out.

The air on the field was changing.

Already, there was nothing to call it a prank.

"We will explain our future treatment policy"

Pharma continues, taking out the syrup and often showing it to the Empress.

"As you can guess. It is a cure that completely kills this creature, which is nestled in His Majesty's body."

In the eyes of the Empress, the famous samurai in line were bubbling.

Bruno collapsed from his knees, keeping his gaze fixed.

"There are four special effects in this potion. Each drug has something to prevent this organism from growing and something to kill this organism. Just one kind, you might see something to withstand it. So I'm going to use multiple drugs."

If you dip that organism in this medicine, you can see it die, maybe you can hear the extinct scream, Pharma explains, pinching a joke.

"Four special effects, kill intensively for two months. And then there will be an adjunctive treatment that will reduce the number of special effects to two. Your Majesty is seriously ill, so you may need an additional dose."

"That explanation has overshadowed the previous concept of medicine from the ground up"

The Empress, surprised, said so.

I wouldn't put it in my mouth, but the samurai doctors were equally shocked.

It was knowledge beyond the existing framework that was given to them.

"Have you taken so much strong medicine that it's not harmful to your body"

"Although it has little effect on the human body, side effects are also a concern. It is mainly liver dysfunction. As for that, I will monitor the course of treatment closely. Split the conditioned water pills (potions) in half, and I'll drink half of them first. Your Majesty will see it before you make your decision."

Farma dares to do so in order to deny the suspicion of assassinations and counterfeit medicines.

Although medicines have side effects and are not good for a healthy body.

"Are you convinced"

"Uhm, definitely, let me drink that"

The Empress turned her sunny face to Pharma. Fear and anxiety were all removed, and while sick, the spirit was completely unleashed. The Prince's tears had stopped.

"Your symptoms will improve soon. But by the time it's fully healed, I'd like to have a minimum of six months."

Do you want to say that it lasts six months without treating anything? Bruno and the samurai say no.

But there was no more curtain for them.

"It's going to take a while, I see."

The empress's understanding and curiosity deepened when she observed the tuberculosis fungus and realized with her eyes that it was infected with the whole body.

It was also understandable to her in Pharma's explanation that she needed to take the time to kill carefully, that she could not kill at once and that she should not leave bacteria in her body at all.

"Your Majesty will drink it in front of me every day"

It is effective to have your supervisor take the medicine in front of you so that you do not forget to take it.

The treatment of tuberculosis must continue with guts.

Don't stop taking your medicine just because your symptoms have improved slightly.

Pharma placed the potion in the flask evenly into three test tubes.

And Pharma is the first to look poisonous.

"Bye, Your Majesty"

"Uhm."

When the empress also drank up to the last drop, she smiled with a wrecked face.

"That was good."

The Empress then falls asleep peacefully, and Farma writes down the new patient's medical records in Japanese on her notebook, unpacking what she had left in the mixing room and packing her way home.

"Shall we go home to the mansion, Father? I'm hungry. I want something sweet today."

I said something childish and cared for my father.

"And then, this is your father's medicine. If that bothers you."

Pharma hands the medicine that was in the remaining one test tube to my father by packing it in a medicine bottle.

My father, invaded by tuberculosis fungus, received it after a long tour.

"Starting today, leukemia will heal."

I'm not incurable anymore.

Live and work together to find your way to medicine.

My father shook both hands at that hand that my son, who spins reliable words, had offered.

"Thank you, my son."

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Lotte, Ellen, and the servants, in front of the mansion of the de Medicis family, awaited the return of the two masters in total for hours after the sun had set abundantly. I've already had a fully prepared dinner cold, but no one got their hands on it.

As soon as I went to the Emperor's Palace, my husband and his son would not return.

Everyone on the spot had guessed that the Emperor's medical condition would never be informed except by court pharmacists, but that something was going on.

Ellen was afraid of one possibility.

Didn't we both take responsibility and harm ourselves by failing to treat ourselves?

In the fold of the Emperor's collapse, the lead court pharmacist and lead samurai, who were the rulers, may both take responsibility for self-harm.

Bruno is a responsible and proud court pharmacist. It was a possible story.

"Master... Mr. Farma"

Ellen was taking off her glasses and crying assuming the worst pattern. Lotte is gripping the vial of medicine she got from Pharma, like a amulet.

How long would I have waited? Every moment feels long and long.

Everyone was waiting for their return. Lotte looks up all the time. A slight sound of trumpet echoing the mountains jumped into my ears.

This is followed by a horse hoof sound that starts to sound clear. As the rhythm grew bigger and bigger, I saw the horses of the knights of the Mansion. Lotte's, which was killing various emotions, tear glands collapse.

"Sir, Master Farma!

Lotte rushes at full speed.

"Great...... really. I thought you were worried..."

Put your glasses on tight and Ellen follows Lotte too.

"I'm home."

Farma took Lotte, who jumped into his pocket when he got off the horse.

"Welcome back"

Lotte said that word for word.

This is how a tumultuous day comes to an end.