Parallel World Pharmacy

A month after its inception.

The gloriously open pharmacy had idle birds ringing.

The harassment from the concerned Pharmacist Guild has not yet been received.

Ellen said, because she wants to know what the management of the aristocratic store looks like, if it's not selling well, you won't be disturbed, and so on. What a pity story.

Unlike other world pharmacies for all the world's people, customers are so rare that wealthy merchants, junior aristocrats, and so on come. For the most part, some aristocrats thought that shopping at a tertiary pharmacist's shop was not suitable for their families, and the more well they met the demand.

There are many cosmetics, hand creams, etc. they come to buy. In the case of a full-scale illness, nobility does not have to dare to buy medicines, as first-degree pharmacists, second-degree pharmacists and doctors come to visit their noble counterparts.

Besides, they came fully dressed. In the outfit of which ball you were called to. Some nobles wore medals. Though a child, it seems to me that entering a store marked with the Imperial Seal, run by the Second Son of the Honorable Lord, makes me look pretty good.

Pharma wonders if it has to be written on the sign, "Everyone please come in your everyday clothes without dressing," he said.

No, I'm worried about wanting civilians to come before that.

During those days, lunch breaks, in the staff rest room on the third floor, the staff are resting for lunch. By the way, Cedric can also be easily appreciated on the third floor as he quickly installed a counterweight (connecting hammer) type manual elevator with piercing work from the day he decided to hire Cedric so that Cedric with a bad knee could rest in the rest room on the third floor.

With lunch on his cheeks, there was nothing else they could talk about, how to get civilians to come. It is in the middle of a lunch meeting.

"There's no way they're suddenly pushing us."

Ellen was drinking Lotte's squeezed fresh juice with one hand of bread.

"Well, I have time, so I can take the time to see each and every patient. Hey, did you get any medication for someone who really needs medical attention?"

Pharma's expected, really distressed patient not to come.

"I thought that might happen, and I, I've been thinking!

It seems Lotte has taken a few days to take a street survey about a different world pharmacy. Only Lotte is a civilian among the staff, so it's easy to talk casually with people in the city well.

"I announce! I asked a hundred citizens of the Saint-Fluve Empire! Multiple answers allowed."

"Good luck, Lotte, you'll help. I'm afraid of the consequences, though."

Pharma applauds. At the same time, we need to be mindful.

"Until I announced it. Lotte, you're competent!

Ellen waves and urges.

"Forty-eight people with frightening marks"

The three of them pretended to be cocky.

"I can't talk to noble pharmacists because I can't speak respectfully, I'm going to be made disrespectful and I can't get close, 46 frightened"

Uh, or - and the three of them are convinced.

"Twenty-five people without esprit clothes to wear to noble shops"

Esprit, you don't need it, and Ellen clings.

"The gatekeeper knights are frightened nineteen"

Pharma wants to defend the gatekeeper, wondering if he would be a gatekeeper if he was smiling.

"Eighteen people can't be trusted to be drugged by a child's pharmacist"

Me! and Pharma stuck it on my desk.

"Twelve people are frightened that the price of the medicine on the sign seems expensive to consult"

"I can't read the signs because I can't read the letters, and ten people have trouble getting in"

"And then... the manager is a child. Eight of them."

Me! and Pharma groaned again.

The strong mental Pharma also seemed to have survived somewhat.

"Thank you, okay. As expected."

Ellen waves back her glasses.

"Something fundamental."

"If the manager says he's a child, there's no more words to say back."

The Pharma is there, and he even has his forehead.

"Civilians want to go to shops where civilians do things, they don't want to be involved in nobility. What do I say?"

"Should I have offered the price of specific medicines and check-up fees and listed them outside the store?"

Cedric suggests. Pharma reflected on what he wrote as consultation. He was thinking of changing the price of the drug depending on the patient's social status, wealth and degree of distress, but he was wary of a sentence called consultation.

"We need to make it a regular shop for you."

That's what Ellen says.

In such a distant situation, there was a mentally strong civilian old man, Jean, who came to the pharmacy every day. Jean comes to the counter, with our faces.

"Shall I get the sailor's candy (Bonbon)? Three today."

Old Jean comes to buy candy every day, and drinks water from the water server and returns to the walking course.

"Yes, three, right? Thank you."

Pharma responds comfortably. I think Farma would like to buy it in bulk because it would be a hassle if he came to buy it every day, but every day, he would buy it in discipline. It could be one or two, but he would buy it anyway. Speaking of regular customers, I'm a regular customer.

Pharma took three candies from the candy loaf and gave them to him. The pharmacy offers a variety of candies. Cough candy, cold-proof candy, candy for sailors (candy for sepsis prevention), salt candy (heat stroke prevention), etc. These were about the same price as the candy at the confectionery store, so the wealthy merchant's child also came to squeeze the copper coin and buy it.

"Well, I bought a product and I'm a customer, so I'll get you some water!

He's good at it. I always order ”sailor's candy," but I guess the purpose is more water than candy, everyone in the staff realizes.

"Oh ho, this is it! This is good."

Old Jean waves a major player to bring a paper cup closer to the water server. The glass was also hygienic and Lotte was folding a paper cup for the customer. Taught by Pharma, it is a cup that folds with origami.

"Drink a lot, please. It's dry outside, so hydrate it."

Farma suggests water without one disgusting face. Once you buy the product, the water is free. If you don't buy the product, it pays about change. Old Jean always drinks five cups in a paper cup, very throaty.

"Does sailor candy mean you're going out to sea?

Speaking of which, old Jean is tanned with the blacks. Farma asks if he used to be a man of the sea.

"No, we're not going out to sea anymore. I used to leave. Bye."

Old Jean waved his hands abusively and went back to the walking course with a bump.

(Sailor, it doesn't matter. Well, I think vitamin C intake is a good thing)

Old Jean always meets multiple men in the alley. One of the men had a bag with the logo S.I.O.

(Is he a walking companion?

Pharma I dropped off, but that's about all I thought.

Shortly after the old Jean, a couple of upstream aristocrats visited the store. The lady powders her hair bright white with a rococo hairstyle, also serving it in a platter of height and putting a little feather hat over her hair. They were both wearing masks.

(You'd be too suspicious! These two!

Even though it is obviously suspicious, the gatekeeper of the knight with the house also decides to go through. To the two of you who came into the store,

"Mother, be careful not to scratch the product on the shelf with your hair"

When Pharma cares unintentionally,

"Oh, my God. How did you know that?

"If you're here, if you'll give me a word this morning"

Let the parents sit on the couch in the reception corner of the brand new pharmacy, and Cedric serves tea to the parents. My parents removed the mask from each face at first sight. A mask reminiscent of a Venetian mask. Brüno or Beatrice, Farma would like to know which one you said you were going to wear it or whether you thought you wouldn't find out.

"Duh, I wondered what was going on. Look, you're just a kid."

In contrast to Beatrice parents, who look worried and irresistible, Bruno settles down and takes a seat.

"Store owner, can I look inside the store?"

"Be my guest. Father."

He glanced at the corner of the pharmacy, checked the dispensary as well, and then came back to the table silently. As for Ellen, Bruno suddenly pushed him, so he stretched his spine perfectly when he greeted him and is upright immobile on the spot. Normally, Ellen, who speaks for Pharma, is nervous in front of Bruno. Lotte hasn't slapped a word in vain and refrained.

Sip on the tea served, mouth on, then Bruno nodded. Well, what about the ratings? and Pharma also become naturally frowning.

"That's a good shop. It's very novel, but it makes sense to think about every single one of them."

Pharma is relieved to be Bruno's eyes for a moment.

"If there's anything you don't know or have difficulty with, I'm asking Mr. Cedric, so this one's fine."

"What about the guests' feet? Are the civilians coming by?

Bruno has stabbed Farma sobbing.

"Some people will come, but it's not yet fragrant. Merchants and nobles."

"Oh well."

When it comes to not managing my independent son well, it's kind of worrying.

Bruno has a more disintegrating sense of money and management than Pharma.

"Civilians, civilians, civilians, I don't think."

Beatrice wiped out the heavy air and said brightly.

"In the meantime, why don't we just sell cosmetics for the nobles now? If it is prevalent among the nobles, civilians will also use it. Put your energy into cosmetics."

It made sense. Traders and others want to use popular things among the nobles.

"What cosmetics do you think are in demand?

Ellen doesn't wear makeup because she has beautiful skin, and Lotte doesn't wear makeup or anything, Farma and Cedric are guys, and she wasn't very familiar with the cosmetics fashion.

"The more skin tones and the whiter the color, the better."

Beatrice is the only one who knows what's going on. She said that some women are tired of being funny and want white skin like snow and repeat bleeding (shaking: blood draining).

"If you look white, your skin looks like a baby, and you wear it and it doesn't smell and it's long-lasting funny, I think you can sell it to fly wow"

What Beatrice said was a comment that seemed to be in this women's magazine. Bruno, who just looked at me and asked,

"Pharma. If you want to make funny, don't just sell white powder"

Bruno looked serious and gave advice. Pharma saw and knew the recipe that the interestingness of this world also contained toxic lead whites and mercury in the skin of people of different worlds. But Bruno doesn't know it's harmful.

"Why is that?

"According to my findings, the more enthusiastic the white powder, the sooner the woman dies. That stuff also takes the pharmaceutical path, don't sell it. The worse the white one."

(I see, Mr. Bruno knows.)

Bruno's rule of thumb for drugs in this world was often firing a target. That's what Pharma was feeling. Bruno does not pepper the book completely, but observes crumbling cases of his encounter. And sometimes, I didn't hate to doubt the books.

"Because that's what you say already. It's my fault! I want white fun, too."

So Beatrice was forbidden by Bruno to use funny too white. Beatrice wouldn't know the side that was protecting Beatrice's health.

"Yes, I haven't sold any funny yet"

The only basic cosmetics that Pharma sells are moisturizers, lotions and hand creams.

"Uhm, that's fine"

At that time, there was a scream on the avenue and the citizens began to make noise.

"Call a doctor or pharmacist, quick!!

"So, but there are only civilian pharmacists around here...... Ah! Here!"

Looks like someone saw the sign and remembered they had an aristocratic pharmacy. A man dressed as a squire jumped into the store.

"We're going to disturb you. Pharmacist, can you please see your daughter!

"Examination? Okay."

All right, and Farma lifts her hips. Bruno doesn't move.

"Father, Mother, I'm coming. Ellen stay here. Say hello to the store!

Leaving Ellen and her parents behind, she jumped out of the store and ran to the place where the crowd walls were gathered.

"That kid, he hasn't told me how much yet"

Cedric speaks to Beatrice, who mourns.

"Ma'am, while you wait, let's take a look at this new beauty solution that Master Pharma has developed"

"Oh, it smells good"

Cedric, who knows Beatrice's interest, is in a good mood.

"I'm gonna get some air outside"

Bruno took his seat silently and left the shop fluttered.

"He must have gone to Pharma."

"So, there you are."

Beatrice and Cedric nodded.

"That guy said he had something to say to Pharma..."

…━━…━━…━━…

Supported by a samurai, the young lady was slowly blue and brought to her seat in the carriage.

"Oh, my God, lady, don't hold on"

Pharma gets closer to speaking as his squire guides him through the crowd and makes sure he is buried by the adults.

"It's the pharmacist's street, clear the way! This is the pharmacist."

"Ah... you're the pharmacist?

I thought she'd finally get some medication to make me feel better, and she looked suspicious because the kid came. To see her from Pharma, she was like a noble child in her late teens. Looks like a marquis.

"Make way, I am a court pharmacist"

Pharma shows her collar badge. The crown-shaped court pharmacist badge on the collar of the white coat was a must for Pharma's work. You're not going to make a fool out of yourself, and without this, you're not going to be able to even let me check up on you with my kids.

"Excuse me, I'm going in the carriage. Your face doesn't look so good."

At first glance, Pharma realized she was anemic. Other diseases must not be hidden, Pharma puts his left hand through divine power into the eye, activates the diagnostic eye, sees the human body through clairvoyance and crushes the skeleton. No fractures, no glowing areas.

"You haven't broken a bone. There doesn't seem to be any dislocation."

But it was hidden in the sleeve of a long dress, but I could see countless lights in my arms.

"Oh."

Incision wound. It is believed to be a venotomy wound.

(Self injuring habit? No, you didn't do this yourself, after all)

Iron deficiency anemia.

The color of the light changed. The topic that came up earlier in the conversation with Beatrice turned out to be exactly the reality.

This is not just anemia.

"Did you bleed? You are anaemic."

"Oh, no. The doctor did it, didn't he?

She looked up surprised as she was unnerving. Just saying what the problem is. In this world, it was standard for patients to bleed until they fainted. An incision of multiple blood vessels that may cause infection from the wound.

"You have no particular illness. Why do you bleed when you're not even sick?

She then talked to Pharma for about half an hour. It starts with a story above you, and it goes all the way down the side road. Bruno watched far-fetched as Pharma listened seriously to his story. Seems to have sought a snowy white skin for the pursuit of beauty, prompted by a snowy shake on the part of the aristocrats in mind. If you look closely, it's all over your face, and you're wearing white funny on your hands. Bruno was pointing out exactly, too white. Interesting.

In addition to that, originally less skin-white, she was particularly keen to cause the bleeding to occur.

Epidemic haemorrhage even on Earth from the Middle Ages to modern times. There was something about the illness and a time when the bleeding that drained the old blood was thought to work. In modern times, there are very limited circumstances in which bleeding must occur, such as in the case of polyhema.

She shouldn't do it.

Pharma leads him to the pharmacy. My parents were home.

If you let her rest for a while, she will also be advised to prescribe iron and take antibiotics in case of an infection.

She took a small sigh,

"Thanks, I wonder if this will make it better...... How much for you?

When I told him all his heart was fine, his squire handed him a surprisingly large sum of money.

The aristocrats seem to want to look good with care.

"Please don't bleed anymore. And don't be funny about it."

Pharma was worried. As long as the motive is the pursuit of beauty, she will do the same thing again if she gets back on track.

"You can't stop. 'Cause every woman wants to be a little more beautiful."

"Okay."

Pharma decided to draw on her hopes.

"I have a cosmetic set for your skin."

In a week, go to the pharmacy.

Farma made that promise, and from that day on, she went to the laboratory on the fourth floor of another world pharmacy.

Be whitening, create a harmless foundation, so determined.