Parallel World Pharmacy

Temple.

It is an international religious group with a dominant area within and outside the continent.

Even when it comes to religious groups, their power goes beyond mere religious groups.

The temple appraises the patron saint of the divine use during baptism, which takes place shortly after birth, opens the divine line by blessing and qualifies him as a nobleman. What was seen as lacking in qualities as an aristocrat could also be forced to close divine veins and drop them into civilian status. The nobility, who rebelled against the temple, was banished forever.

It is also the temple that selects kings and emperors of nations and gives them sceptres, sceptres, crowns and crowns of emperors.

Therefore, the power of the Temple surpasses that of the Empire, and if you are concerned about it, you will not mind a total war with Emperor Saint-Fluve.

The fact that Pharma was the lead pharmacist and second son of the emperor of Saint Fluve never made him a one-sider.

Pharma was determined to be outsider and was to be wiped out as heresy.

There were a total of seven heretical inquisitors on horseback, with all four attribute theology users.

Pharma pretends to be a divine user of water attributes, so he responds with a limited number of manners.

Attacks from the earth attribute magician's ground were prevented by stretching thick layers of ice over the ground, flames of flame attribute were extinguished with ”negative” abilities, ice defensive walls were used as shields to survive wind attribute magician storms, horses were flirted with water tornadoes to bring down the magician, ice debris was released and physically beaten, wands were destroyed and powerless...... the heretical interrogators began to show their impatience and fear to the boy, who was only one against seven skilled magicians and bounced endlessly while even showing room.

The ice barrier containing Pharma's divine power is stiffer than any metal, withstands flame attacks and does not pass through heat.

Besides, the attack of the ruinous system, which was the depths of the temple, will also not work because he is not an evil spirit, and will be monotonous only with a four-attribute attack based on the formation of the crucifixion. I guess there have never been any heretics who could not be ambushed by seven people.

Pharma responds with no chant, but it can't just be seen through being able to create matter, it was all handled by water attributes alone. Still, the heretical inquisitors diminish their divine power every time they activate the divine moves, so the power of the divine moves falls step by step.

"Hey, this is..."

Contrary to the depleting troops, the more Pharma used divinity, the more physical abilities and divine power the more and more swirls were created around him, the Inquisitor detected. Besides, with divine art, divine power should be diminished, but divine power doesn't come out of his body at all.

It swells up, so much so that I suspect it might be influx from somewhere.

"Ma, wait..."

From earlier on, Farma's body seemed to glow white, rather than shadowy, depending on the exorbitant power of God.

"You're getting a little tired."

Nevertheless, Pharma's breath came up without a series of attacks as well. It's not clear, I can't see the settlement. That's why I decided to make a threat.

He gently shakes up his arms and draws a line in the air with his left hand.

It was at first a matrix of just a tiny ice crystal split in the air. That magnified with the roar at an eye-catching rate, instantly swelling up as much as an iceberg, covering so much of the area above that it could no longer escape anywhere.

The boy floats over the head of a heretic inquisitor.

There was no longer any doubt that if he waved that fingertip down slightly, everyone would be crushed to death in the underside of the iceberg.

"Ah... Wow...!

The horse rumbled and the heretic interrogator was swept off to the ground, losing his will to the oppression of the iceberg enough to cover the sky. The flames of great firepower unleashed in agony are also helpless before the icebergs that seem to grow infinitely.

(Oh, now I'm a complete villain)

And Pharma, while slackening, should not be frustrated here, threatening or thoroughly threatening. To prevent them from escaping, stick the ice columns off the iceberg and push them to the ground to surround them, completely besieging them. Fear would have been amplified. Some inquisitors incontinent or bubbled.

The heretical Inquisitor is an expert in the temple's proud theological battle. All of them were shown such an overwhelming difference in power that they were ready to die that they no longer perceived it as ever. Their fate no longer depended on one of Pharma's fingertips.

At that time, one of the heretical inquisitor's men, who cramped his whole body with fear, saw Pharma's arms manipulating the iceberg shine blue and white and he himself emitted posterior light.

"I really don't want to do this"

He often goes by, calling on them.

"I came to this world to heal people."

I was aware that was the mission of what he regained in life and gained numerous abilities. Pharma doesn't have a cane. He didn't even bring a cane to protect himself by squeezing only the medical bag. Believing there was a patient there, for the sake of the patient, he came here alone.

"I won't do anything, will you please go home quietly"

Pharma's arms glow blue. It also looked exactly like a long-sleeved white coat, which was very similar to what was called the holy crest of the medicine god. There is no way that those who belong to the Temple do not know it.

"The inexhaustible divine power, the sacred imprint of the medicine god, and the shadowless body... well"

The leader of the heretical inquisitor wanted to know if he'd learned anything.

"We were wrong. Our eyes were cloudy, why couldn't we tell..."

"Become... No way"

One by one, the men also find out and perceive.

"There can be no shadow in the divine body. Because you are the light... this is the medicine god."

That, and Farma was bewildered that the men had begun to make a grand mistake. So did Ellen and my father, but it seems that the scars of this Lichtenberg patterned lightning strike really do. For Pharma, it just looks like thunder or mold.

(You're wearing a long sleeve white coat, why did you see the scratch?

With such Pharma approximate, their guilt seems to have begun to heat up.

"This is a felony. All of you, give us your lives. You blasphemed God."

"Ha-ha-ha!

The heretic inquisitor threw himself on the ground and fell down in a sudden momentum before Pharma.

"Medicine God, we have done a great deal, I am truly sorry. I will redeem you with my life, so please calm your anger."

and so on and whimpers, so I say,

"No, you know, once you calm down. Because I won't do anything."

They didn't even listen to Pharma, and they started putting canes on their temples for self-harm. If you make any mistakes, they have a manual for you to self-determination instantly.

"Wait, you don't have to hurt yourself! Stop it!"

It was Pharma who stopped their rampage.

"So if you keep your mouth shut to the temple and don't mind me in the future, that's fine"

Pharma erases the iceberg by saying that blackmail will be enough already. Then the giant iceberg that stood, disappeared without a trace, and a clear sky appeared over his head, leaving only a little water build-up on the ground. As if a nightmare had awakened, there were no traces of divine art there.

"Oh my God, can you forgive me!?

Has life been spared, one man turning his plea to Pharma?

"You can't do that, I offer my life for redemption for blaspheming God"

The determination of the leader man who was lying on the ground was stiff.

"It's been a long time since this happened."

As the leader gave him the robe, he saw the tibial bone of his left foot piercing his skin.

When I fell horses, I guess I broke my luck.

"Your body rots from here, sooner or later, let's die. I'll take responsibility."

Pharma examines his lower limbs with a diagnostic eye.

"" Open fracture ""

Pharma took a breath. If the red light illuminates after diagnosis, it will not be in Pharma's hands. But the light that lit...... white. Moreover, the openings are not so large, the wounds are not dirty or soiled, the thick blood vessels are not damaged, when the degree of contamination is low. In this case, you do not have to amputate the leg if you can do enough treatment.

Lower limb amputation.

The light is red. Does the amputation mean that you have an infection and it won't cure you of sepsis?

"" Restoration ""

Light is white. It seems to heal.

(oh...... is this going to heal)

But Pharma was in a certain grid.

It says, "Article 17 of the Physicians Act You must not practice medicine unless you are a physician"

As a pharmacist, you are allowed to measure vital signs, even visit, auscultation, and palpation. What can be cured with medicine is cured, but it is not permitted to see more lines. It is a criminal activity that was prohibited in Japan.

(But can I just let him die? Even though the diagnostic eye says it will heal)

But he can't even tell me if the diagnostic eye says "Pharma can cure it" or "I can cure it if I'm a surgeon or plastic surgeon". Theoretically, healing, but knowing that this is the way to go is completely different from what you can do. Farma is completely amateur when it comes to surgical surgery and naturally has no experience with her human counterpart. It's just that he's a pharmacist. Animals may also be used, although not always, to ascertain the effect of the medicine. He was experienced in animal surgery.

"This would also be a divine punishment. Kill me, it's good to see God at first sight before you die"

Even in the midst of his anguish, the leader of the heretical inquisitor looked sobering.

(The pharmacy treatment room is crushed and unavailable. It's a long way to MEDIQUE. Tissue necrosis if treatment is delayed, do you want to do it here)

Pharma creates a sheet of iron on the ground, sleeping the wounded on it and anesthetizing it.

"Forget everything you see now"

It was to show material creation, but they no longer feared. I never doubted it.

"Bring me a carriage to pick up the injured."

"Ha! Whatever you say!

He grabs the medical bag, and Pharma leaves a word to the heretic inquisitors, putting out a clean plastic sheet from inside and tenting with it, going in to build a simple procedure room.

Produce water with divine arts, wash hands with it, disinfect with alcohol with plastic gloves that had been created and disinfected beforehand. Put out many bottles of saline created with distilled water and thoroughly wash the wound surface that is open. Scrape the dirty area with a sterile knife, select and apply antibiotics that work on a wide range of bacteria prepared while asking the examination eye, fix and pin the bone and bone with a stainless steel bolt kept sterile, and close the wound with the tube for fluid drainage placed.

(Is this okay?)

Finally, the wound is examined with the eye again.

The white light, though not completely, was diminishing and disappearing. Is it on the way to healing? Pharma doesn't know.

To Pharma, who had come out of the tent, the heretical inquisitors who had been waiting had just fallen down and offered their prayers.

"Medicine God, I can't believe we were after your life and you deserved mercy for killing us."

"I don't know if I can help because I specialize in drugs, but I'm just gonna do what I can. The injured are asleep now because the anesthesia's been working for a while."

I don't know if I'm going to lose my life, or if I'm infected at an invisible level. But he thinks it was better than nothing. Maybe I'll be self-satisfied... but I want to make sure that I get my hands on surgery even though I don't have the technology, this is a crime, Pharma thought.

But who in this world would know the most likely procedure to help?

Who can administer antibiotics during surgery, thoroughly clean the wound, and close the wound in consideration of the infection?

Unfortunately, he was the only one.

Pharma has seen the latest surgical data from doctors around the world, a record of the performance set produced by Novarut Medical University. Not lost in open fracture surgery, and a quick amputation of the lower limbs, the wound leaves heaven to cover luck with gauze and the like. The wound doesn't seem to mind pus at all, sepsis kills 70%. I take a lot of painkiller potions and drugs, but there is no significant difference in mortality. That is the natural world. Even if you see the court doctor or the chief samurai, Claude, your surgical score could be one or eight.

"That's right, and nothing else I saw today is strictly forbidden. Otherwise."

Worried about how threatening the Temple people would be effective,

"Sneak."

And I said it in a voice that made Dos stand up to me in the face.

"Hi-hi, hi. Fine!

The heretic inquisitors shuddered, and the desire to speak out, etc. was apparently root-killed.

To those who believe in God, God (?) It works very well to say that.

I don't remember Pharma cheating on the drug god.

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Upon the arrival of the temple's pick-up carriage, the Empress's first name (Paige), Noah, led the Imperial Kingsguard Division and rushed at full speed. Noah and the Kingsguard Division were armed. Best of all, they make sure Pharma is intact. After Noah gave his name to the heretic inquisitors,

"What the hell can the temples do for the emperor's attending pharmacists in our country?

In a whispering, but dangerous tone, he restrains the heretic inquisitors. They looked at each other and seemed to be having trouble responding. This is something to be guilty of when Noah tries to pursue,

"There was an injured man, so I took care of him."

Pharma responded with a bright voice after cleaning out the equipment in the medical bag.

Everything else, as if nothing had happened at all.

"Why is Noah here?

"That's it."

One of the Kingsguards was bringing Farma's horse.

"This guy taught me. That's right, the horses in the House of the Honorable Lord are well educated. I was so excited, I thought something was up."

As soon as something happens to his husband, Farma's horse is taught to go back to where he was just before and inform him of the danger. Only the horse came back to the pharmacy, so Noah said he had found it and led the soldiers on the run.

"Maybe you let the pharmacy ram the carriage, you? If so, I think our emperor would like to speak to the temple."

Noah asks the heretical inquisitors sharply, but he denied with all his might that it was different by oath of the heavenly and earthly gods. There was such an exchange for a while, but Farma remembered much about the pharmacy when she saw the yang start to lean.

"I'm going back to the pharmacy. Mr. Cedric and everyone in town are waiting, and I'm gonna clean up."

Don't let the injured move as much as possible.

Farma said he carries them by carriage to the mansion of the de Medicis family, etc.

"Well, that's what I'm talking about."

When he said that, he put his medical bag on his shoulder, he seemed exhausted, riding his own horse and on his way home blushing.

Noah and the Kingsguard Division marvel at the heretical inquisitors who drop off Pharma in a dungeon, but also by rubbing their heads to the ground. For it was an unprecedented story that the heretic inquisitor would drown his head in the throne of a nobleman, even though he was the son of the honourable lord.

"What happened? Hey, what happened here?!

Noah twists her neck. The Kingsguard divisions looked at it wonderfully, too.

Noah then asked the Root Digging Leaf Digging Heterogeneous Inquisitors, but did not try to crack his mouth as one.

Everyone was terribly frightened. Some had lost their hips in a real sense.

Subsequently, the report of the Patron Temple of the Imperial Diocese of Saint Fluve wrote: "In the Diocese of Saint Fluve there is no shadowless boy or heretic" and was submitted to the Grand Temple.

The story of the shadowless boy became obnoxious and was treated as just a rumor. For making false reports of "divine power. There is a clump," etc., the clergy of the parish of Marseille was not left behind (divine power had disappeared these days), and the heretical inquisitors of the imperial parish of Saint Fluve, treated to Pharma, became parish clergy chiefs, and the six remaining heretical inquisitors were transferred to each parish. Thereafter, all the anonymous leaks, such as the lack of shadow in children's shopkeepers at different world pharmacies, were to be gripped by the parish clergyman.

The otherworldly pharmacy thus became a sanctuary that, as its name implies, also recognized the temple.

In the hills of the Saint Fluve Empire, there is still a secret and divine power without disappearing.

The flowers blossomed beautifully there, the grass grew blue, small lives flooded, making it a healing spot for visitors.

There is no longer anything to tell us about what happened there.