Parallel World Pharmacy

"Well, I went out with Maria because I don't know how..."

The third day of my brother Palle's homecoming. When I heard about Palle breaking up with her ninth girlfriend, Farma cut the story short that it would be enough. Blanche is sneaking back to his room and falling asleep.

"It's time to tell me what you learned from your lecture at Novarut Medical University."

After patiently listening to his brother's honorary student at college and his martial arts tradition in women's relations until late at night for about three hours, Farma cut to the point. Brain muscle brother was so genuine that he was envious of being a beautiful young man and was about to bleed his nose. It was a rear charging that it was just about the weird name of pills etc.

In this world, the more masculine and cerebral the divine art is, the more beautiful it is! and seems to be praised by women. So, Pharma is not an aggressive character in the private part outside of pharmacy.

(I guess I'm not hot when I'm old enough)

I could somehow have predicted a grey adolescence that In fact, there have been a number of talks with the Grand Noble Lady in Via Bruno. There is no reason to know who he is.

"Whoa! Lecture? You'd like to hear it, too. Anyway, I'm learning the most advanced discipline in the world. It won't bother you. It'll be too soon for you. My brother, I totally get it. - That would make me half cry. My brother is so cute."

"Tell me."

Seems to repeat, Pharma was a character that could pass even if stirred up. If I had an exaggerated personality, I would have busted my brother. And Ellen, who is intolerant of incitement, was ridiculed and busted by Palle before. On that occasion, when we meet each other in the face, we end up together.

"This is the hottest topic in Novaroot right now."

My brother put his body on and retrieved the text. It's called "Mystical Elementary Science." Pharma receives it and turns flat.

"... wow!

"Yeah, you know what I mean? You too?

"I don't know!

Pharma was impressed. At Novarut Pharmaceutical University, the gathering of the world's most advanced brains, attempts have begun to dismantle the traditional four-element theory, which is fundamental to theology, to replace the mystical language of the compounds used in alchemy with a simpler line of symbols, and to establish a discipline based on the observation of phenomena rather than thoughts.

Mythology, inheritance, theology and science were united until then, but some scholars seem to have begun to think that it would be better to develop a separate understanding of them to explain the phenomena of nature.

The genius scholars and medical alchemists of Novarut were beginning to explore the smallest units of matter.

From alchemy to chemistry.

I was beginning to see the bud. Just like the history of science on Earth.

(You did it, didn't you, Novarut Medical University? That's the brains of the world gathering!

Farma wanted to welcome this move.

Once the chemical reaction formula can be written, Pharma can write the synthesis process of the substance and send it to a remote location. They are copied and can be synthesized around the world just by leaving a recipe.

"Twenty-six elements have now been found and the corresponding symbols have been invented."

"Heh!"

(There are 118 on the planet, but I just found 26. It's a lot)

One page of the text said a list of element symbols and their names.

(Oh, but it's got heat and photons in it. That's not an element, these four are not elements, they're compounds. Too bad! You found twenty)

He was making all sorts of mistakes the same as the chemical history of the planet.

If I could fix the incorrect text...... I wondered how Pharma would be, because there are so many places to fix it.

(This would be faster to write your own textbook. In that case, it would be better to write using the symbols determined in this world, which you would likely accept. Make a copy of the important part)

So,

"Brother, I want you to write this book, okay?

"Huh? It's too early for you. You don't understand the fundamentals, so put the fundamentals aside and there's no application."

A brother who looks at his brother like he made a fool of himself. Right, that's why I want to set the basics right, Farma argues inside.

"Please, brother, I'll study hard too."

I don't have a choice, don't get dirty! Don't get dirty or inked! and his brother lent out the text, while not wearing his body. He was a chocolate type of brother, if you will.

On Earth, the heart of new knowledge in medicine and pharmacy used to be in Europe.

However, the current base is the United States.

You won't mind if the medical and pharmaceutical research base moves from Novarut Pharmaceutical University to Teito.

My father Bruno brings together talented people at the San Fluve Pharmaceutical University, where he holds the post of Director General, to have him study modern medicine and train experts. That would eliminate the burden on one Pharma, and drug discovery research could be left to many experts. Work will also progress. The more manpower, the more science is what develops.

"The rest, when it comes to groundbreaking discoveries, is microscope. That apparatus was invented so I could see a small creature that I had never seen before! Can you imagine, you!

"Heh heh."

"You're unresponsive. Don't you know what it's worth, or can't you imagine the microworld? Ha-ha-ha, I guess!

"Wow. I wonder what kind of world you see!

In his previous life, he manipulated microscopes of all performances, from optical microscopes to electron microscopes, and his brother looked down and laughed high at pharmacists who could observe even atoms if he wanted to. I wasn't talking about preaching to Buddha.

(Even so, you don't seem to find out)

It seems unknown to his brother that Pharma exported a single microscope to Novarut. Bruno and Court Physician Claude will certainly have tried to pressure Novarut Medical University not to look for the inventor's identity.

"One more thing, we have a topic. There are rumors of the existence of special effects of leukemia (tuberculosis)"

Pharma was frightened.

"The recipe seems unpublished though. That would be amazing, incurable, leukemia could be a cure illness!

"Heh, wow."

Even with the exploration, it seems that the story of the Emperor of the Saint-Fluve Nation suffering from leukoderma is not widespread at the student level in Novaroot. I guess it's a secret that only the upper management knows.

The patient's personal information does not appear to have been leaked.

My brother has since boasted about the achievements of Novarut Pharmaceuticals as much as he did about me.

It's good to be proud of your alma mater, Farma thought.

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"It's Sunday, we're going to the Patron Temple for Sunday worship!

Brother Palle took Pharma and his sister Blanche to the Patron Temple of the Imperial Diocese of Saint Fluve in the early morning to celebrate the Patron Saints of all attributes. Speaking of which, never before did my father take Pharma to the Patronage Temple for worship, but my brother, he doesn't seem to look good and believable. Pharma first came to this world and stepped inside something called a temple. Blanche was frightened because it had been a long time.

"Without the protection of the patron saint, we must not remain in divine art or study!

(I see, maybe it's as a result of authentic worship that my confident brother is a good divine user)

Speaking of which, he was a brother who had a medicinal scepter and had improved physical abilities Pharma and fever but had long shots at each other, and had quite a good battle. Farma caught a glimpse of his brother's efforts.

In the temple's diocese there was a Sunday prayer festival. The temple is visited by both nobles and civilians.

On the altar is the familiar, regular clergyman of the pharmacy.

The festival will feature biblical readings, the preaching and blessing of the chief priest. After the festival, the chief priest noticed Pharma and approached him with a happy small run.

"Are you finally here, Dear Farma? Welcome aboard!

From day to day, Pharma was solicited by the chief cleric to come to the temple. He said that Pharma would only enter the Protective Temple and that the Temple would be purified or sanctuary. A tattoo embedded in the temple floor emits a blue and white light every time Pharma steps on the floor.

(Ugh... Something's glowing)

Farma, who doesn't know what's going on, was just creepy to see the changes he causes himself, and he just felt uneasy about not being good at it.

"Hey, you!? Why did the Chief Cleric talk to you like that?"

My brother teases and ears because the priest of the most prestigious patron temple in the Imperial capital speaks to Pharma in a respectful manner. Farma took a little distance from her brothers and sisters when the far-fetched word "medicine god" controlled the clergyman who was out of his throat to his mouth, a little over here.

"I was wondering how the drug scepter was doing,"

The chief cleric couldn't seem to ask because the pharmacy was closed for a few days in conjunction with Palais's homecoming.

"I like it. Just having it makes me feel more physically capable."

"That's good. Use your cane aggressively."

Give Pharma a cane called a treasure for free, or this cleric chief, he's too generous. Farma thinks there's something behind it. Though I do owe you a fracture.

"Can I use the guardian temple treasure? Don't you get mad from the top for losing your treasure?

"It's also beneficial here. There is a small sanctuary around you, but the medicine scepter spreads divine power more, so the sanctuary also expands. That's the right way to use treasure."

"Sanctuary is occurring!?

It was my first ear.

"Despite the fact that sick people come to different world pharmacies like they do every day, officials don't have one cold, do they? You shouldn't have been hurt in any small way. People living around the pharmacy should do the same."

When it comes to the chief cleric, the evil spirits can't get close around Pharma, and humans are less likely to get sick. The chief cleric seemed to be observing that, and he wasn't just here to buy drugs.

"I don't think I happen to have a cold. And what about evil spirits?

It just seems occult. But the chief cleric,

"What do you mean, evil spirits exist?"

And even answered as a matter of course.

Farma really didn't want to take it. It's a world where divinity exists, so it feels different to deny it altogether. But Farma has never seen evil spirits.

"You don't have to hide anything from me. I am a cleric."

The Chief Cleric takes care of him.

"Ha."

"If you were hiding who you were that way, wouldn't you be as godless and cramped as you think?

"I don't know what you mean."

The Chief Cleric seemed concerned about the lazy Pharma.

"I, too, have studied theology. I am a cleric. If you have any minor concerns, please speak to this priest, Salomon."

There may be something I can advise you, Chief Salomon said.

"It's a filthy world, but for as long as possible, because I want you to be in this world"

According to legend, it is only between the bundles that the gods and their incarnations appear in this world. He says he hides because he hates filth.

Pharma intended to live his whole life in this world, but that's what the clergyman told him, and he gave thought to the possibility that his presence, a foreign object of the world, might one day disappear.

(Me, will it disappear soon enough...)

In an unspeakable mood, Farma returns to her brother and sister.

"What were you talking about?"

"It's not a big deal. Brother, do you think there are evil spirits?

"Speaking of which, you haven't seen it since you got back to Imperial City. I'm sure the priest has exorcised the evil spirit."

My brother was like a so-called, visible physique.

"There are no evil spirits these days. I totally stopped looking."

That's what Blanche says. The evil spirit is a black shadow, and he says that when he is there and hits people, unfortunate things happen. I saw someone die as soon as I hit the evil spirit, Blanche says.

(Spiritual brothers and sisters... well my presence is spiritual too)

Pharma was half-hearted.

"I owe that and this to God. I pray to the patron saint."

"Aye."

Blanche also raises his hand.

Enter the chapel where the statue of God is worshipped. In a wide, quiet place of prayer, the stained glass of light was fantastic.

My brother closes his eyes in front of the statue of the god of medicine and offers his prayers eagerly. My brother's patron saint is the medicine god. Blanche's patron saint is a water god, so he went before the statue of the god a little further away.

As I echoed my brother's words of prayer, the thunderous marks on Pharma's hidden arms hurt and the medicine scepter increased its radiance. My brother's prayers seemed to feed Pharma. Pharma also had to admit that there seemed to be some correlation between the identity of the drug god and Pharma.

(What the hell am I, in this world?

Farma felt strong anxiety and loneliness that her identity was uncertain and she didn't even know who she was.

Have you died wishing to heal people, so it has become something to do with the drug god of the other world?

(I don't know. The only thing I can imagine is not thinking)

... Pharma lagged behind in his thinking.

It was the day my brother finished his week-long homecoming and returned to Novarut Pharmaceutical University.

Pharma and Blanche, mother, and servants drop it off. My father had left home early in practice.

"Okay, Mother. I will encourage you to study again."

"Study hard."

My mother had dropped off her splendidly grown brother and was holding her eyeballs.

"Farma, Blanche, you're masters, too. I have to go home soon."

"What can I do for you?

When Pharma asks.

"If you don't see me for a week, Natalie will be lonely and crying! It's hard to be too hot. Ha-ha-ha."

Damn, what a rear charge, with that in mind, Pharma waves and tries to drop off the horse,

"Yes, Pharma. Next month, there's the Grand City of Saint Fluve in the capital."

Huh, my brother looked as serious as he remembered something. The Grand City of Saint Fluve is the annual Grand City held in the commercial district of Teito for a period of one month. It was a major wholesale market where merchants from all over the world gathered all night.

"Be careful."

We all have no idea what to watch out for. As the reputation of the pharmacy is beginning to be heard outside the country, we had to be careful about the theft of medicines, but my brother doesn't know that Pharma is opening the pharmacy.

"On a large island in the colony of the Nedale country, epidemic oddities appear to have broken out. It looks like about a thousand residents have been wiped out."

"Local disease or something?

"I don't know the details. A Novarut investigation team was taking the samples home and testing them at the university. Two scholars who were testing are dead, too."

(Is it something infectious)

Pharma increases his vigilance.

"No more sacrifices because we incinerated the bodies and samples of the scholars, and the islanders were wiped out, so we ended it, but be careful, Pharma. The big cities gather products from all over the world. There's a missing Nedale ship loaded with deals with the island."

It means that baggage loaded with pathogens may come to the Imperial City, distracted among the trade ships of the Nedale State. The only trade ship in the Nedale country can sail is the port of Marseil in the Imperial City.

We have to stop it on the water.

Pharma feels comfortable.

"Brother, is the sample taken from the patient completely incinerated and not left?

"No, I incinerated it with flame magic. I don't even have bones left on my body. The sampling room I was working on was also purified and sealed with wind divinity."

Novarut Medical University and said it was an untouchable substitute, which would mean I decided.

Incinerating the sample is certainly not safe. Pharma asks his brother about the medical condition and course of the deceased scholar. The more I heard about the symptoms, the more I had a bad feeling about Pharma.

(No way......)

"Speaking of which, there are still microscopically sketched organisms that were present in many of the samples taken"

Pharma's monolithic microscope acted as an instant force in the land of Novaroot, even without trying.

"Brother. Can you do something about that sketch and send me the letter in a message dove?"

"You? For what?"

"With your father, I'll investigate it"

"Right. Your father might know something."

My brother seems to have a great deal of respect for my father, the Honorable Lord. He says his fame also sounds like Novarut.

Too far to fly to Novaroot with a drug scepter. Farma was still the best to float with his cane, so it's faster to let him fly a telegraphic dove for long-range flight.

"When the Dean's permission comes out, let me write it down"

Farma entrusted her brother with the collection of important information.

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Two weeks to the holding of the Grand City of Saint Fluve. Even if we now advise the Emperor to cancel the Great City, the loads will gather from all over the world.

Even if that's a concern, Farma thought we should start taking all the measures we can to combat the infection beforehand. It looks like the infection has come to an end, and the outbreak must not begin in Imperial City with the arrival of the load.

Farma returned to normal pharmacy work and directed that a quarantine station be set up in the port of Marseille while only severely ill patients were seen and mildly ill patients were sent to Alliance partner pharmacies. He also hastened the codification of texts on basic chemistry, modern pharmacy. Even if Pharma had vanished from this world, with the text, we would be able to continue to heal the people of this world. Because I thought so.

The message dove from my brother, who was waiting for me, arrived immediately. I'll open the letter. Pharma solidified.

(Was there this guy in this world too...)

I can't be sure. Samples of pathogens are said to have been incinerated, there are other bacteria in similar forms, they are pathogens from different worlds, maybe another kind. I don't want to say anything definitive until I see it.

Still, Pharma looks familiar.

Based on the overall inference from the symptoms of the patient I asked my brother, the sketch of the elongated rod-shaped bacteria depicted there was -.

Yersinia pestis.

It was once feared on Earth as a black morbidity, a pandemic in medieval Europe in the fourteenth century, causing 30% of the population to die and being the most anthropogenic pathogen of nightmares in history.

The mortality rate of glandular pesto is 50-70%, and if you develop severe and pulmonary pesto.

The mortality rate is 100%.