Parallel World Pharmacy

"History repeats itself"

Staring at the schedule book, which was filling up until a year away, the store owner of a different world pharmacy murmured his adage with a strange face.

"What history? You mean the history of pharmacy?

Ellen asks. Ellen was just sinking more and more when she said she wasn't sure she was going to teach her students, although she took on a pre-medication school lecturer in Bruno. So he was pulling the pharmacy books out of the university library for a review.

(My history of overwork death is also overwork history...)

Pharma's, body structure that attracts work to the snowman ceremony seems to be no different in this life. On the contrary, I'm glad to say that, unlike in previous life, it's getting worse by the minute I can't throw anything else.

(No, it's not someone else's fault, I'm doing more work myself. That's not good. Even now it's a scheduling pamper, but if you take on a professor, you'll definitely die)

His life not trying too hard, and his life this time, I thought I'd motto it to be life help. Yet less than a year after his reincarnation, he quickly became overworked and felt a sense of crisis. I don't want to repeat my failures again.

(Next time, you won't be reincarnating again if you die)

Fortunately, it was decided that taking the whip as a professor at the Saint-Fluve Imperial School of Medicine would be a good idea starting next year. During the preparatory period, the university will be equipping new faculties, laboratories and laboratories, recruiting students, etc. In order to attract particularly good students from all over the Empire and from all over the world, they will be taking entrance exams in a special framework with free tuition. Let's be in a tough mood.

In the meantime, Pharma must put on the vertigo of the work she holds.

(Let's slow down. Let's cut down on work, for now the black death crisis has left)

Farma takes a big, deep breath, saying that everyone's health is important.

Preventing the spread of infection was a top priority before Pesto's outbreak, but there is no current massive crisis. In the previous life, all the work that had to be done was done simultaneously, Death March did not do either, but this time I am wary of overwork death.

"Do you know what an overworked death is?

"What do you mean?

Ellen twists her neck as she wipes her glasses.

I can't overdo it, working hours are national until sunset, so there seemed to be no word for overwork death itself. Rest when you're tired, that's normal. The lights are precious, so I don't work all night, that's normal too.

"Ellen's not tired?

"Speaking of which, I'm getting a headache, too"

"With too much work?

"I'm glasses drunk, I can't help it."

Ellen seems to have a headache after wearing tight glasses for a long time. It would be easier if she had contact, Farma thinks, but in reality it would be difficult to process.

(No, wait, you can make contact materials... and machining is such an impossible story...)

I'm trying to get more jobs again. It was Pharma.

"So, what's an overworked death?

"The one who works too much and dies."

"Sure, Pharma, you work too hard... but Pharma, are you going to die?

Ellen doesn't seem to have had that idea because she's deified Pharma.

"As far as I can tell, you've been very tough since the lightning struck. So much so that I thought I'd switched the contents and body."

The original Pharma boy said he suffered many colds and accidental injuries each year, either because he would get a lot wet in his training in the divine arts of the water system. Sometimes he couldn't get out of bed feeling sick and didn't come to class, and that's why he couldn't force me to do much. How about now, if you don't get any illness, you won't get hurt. The training also caused some scratches and there was no bleeding.

(What happens if I die of overwork? If I die and my consciousness leaves this Pharma, will this child's consciousness return?)

That makes Pharma hesitate.

(No, but the Pharma boy didn't wake up while I was asleep. I knew you were dead, this kid's consciousness)

Anyway, he said he was stretching as he thought, let me take care not to use Farma boy's body badly.

"That's right, it looks like we're protected by your powers too, Pharma. I appreciate it, thank you. Protect me."

Ellen takes Pharma's hand and, with a moist gaze, blushes her cheeks and stares at Pharma just a little lighter. He went awry. I usually see it as a colleague so I don't feel anything, but when I looked at Ellen again I felt the colour.

(Ellen, you didn't show me this face before...)

Either that or Pharma after reincarnation was feared by Ellen as an outsider. Pharma is pleased to know that over time, he is gradually forgiving and trusting his mind.

"Thanks to Master Pharma! I always take care of you!

Lotte also tuned in with Ellen, not sure what Ellen meant by her words.

"Starting next year, I've taken on a college professor, too, and I wonder if I can support you?

Ellen cares pitifully for Pharma.

"How great will Master Pharma be to be a university professor? You're still young, but you're amazing - are you a genius, aren't you a genius!

I can't keep up with Lotte's admiration of excitement while making fists in both hands. I mean it, not flattery. When it comes to schools and the like, Lotte, a civilian, turns his respect to a world he knows absolutely nothing about, to the Elaians of that world he has no idea about, to the Pharma that is noted and recognized by the Elai teachers. Of course Lotte thinks Farma is just a human being, even if there is a war with Camus.

"It's unusual, Master Farma will be busy more and more."

Cedric was also concerned.

"Don't worry everyone, I'll review my schedule."

The workload is hard to reduce because it is sometimes a life-threatening content for people. When that happens, what is needed is efficiency. Before college lectures begin, I will die if I do not become more efficient and able to do my job in a short time. And, Farma thought, it was an afternoon practice..., too suspicious brothers and sisters came wearing masks and hats deep in their eyes. From the sound of my voice, I'm in my late teens.

"Why are you wearing a mask? Take it."

Are you extremely shy, or are you from dust if you tap it? It's Pharma, so if you use the diagnostic eye, you can see it, but you can't usually hide your face and practice.

"Don't listen to me. Don't let them know your face. That's what I do."

and Ellen ears on Pharma. It's polite not to go into a patient's private life, he says. Ellen was a good pharmacist at reading that kind of air. Farma was convinced that would be the case, too,

"So, what's up today"

"Master Pharmacist, we can't wait to get our wrists and bones hurt, do you have any medicine?"

"" Stenosis tenosynovitis ""

I didn't even have to look him in the eye, but he checks. The diagnostic eye is used as an adjunct to imaging. The area at the base of my thumb seemed to be inflamed.

"You tortured your hands, both of you. It's called tenosynovitis."

"Knock it off?

Brothers and sisters inquire in a similar, loose voice between.

"Yes, your thumbs are inflamed. Keep your pain medication out. You should also use supporters. Then, can't you rest your hands?

"I can't. You'll lose your food support. We're in a lot of debt..."

"Um... what do you two do? Can I ask you something?

Then the two silenced.

"I'm a handwriting newspaper."

"Written newspaper!?

(What's that profession...?!

It was an image profession that was likely to have tenosynovitis just from asking.

"May I ask you more?

"It's a job to write the information we collect on paper and sell it to those who need it. I can't tell you what it is..."

My sister clouds her words.

(Ha ha... I see)

Farma guesses that he can't do a tough interview and let a city pharmacist know his face, or deal with commercial and military information... Being in debt may also be crossing a dangerous bridge with its muscle operations. It's all speculation.

When the pain in tenosynovitis gets worse, you may get steroid injections or surgery, but resting is basically the best option.

"How many copies do newspapers write?

"I'll write fifty copies per person, a little more when things are good... but I can also rewrite, so I can't sell that, and I'm writing more"

"Fifty newspapers! is it"

(Uh, that'll do, tenosynovitis)

"The more you write, the more profit you make, right? Is that the same information you're photographing?

"Yes," "Yes," the siblings nod, rubbing their wrists with tears.

"That newspaper doesn't necessarily have to be handwritten?

Secondly, Pharma comes up with something to confirm. Brothers and sisters face to face with what's out there besides handwriting.

"Of course, if the information can be read to the person, the newspaper can sell. If there is a false alarm, you must compensate…"

My sister drops her shoulder.

"Hey, why don't you. Ha, forget about that now"

You seem to have made false alarms.

(Have you ever written a flying article? That's tough, informant)

So you owe me, maybe you can't get out of the newspaper. Pharma had one proposal in mind.

"A week from now, come back here. I'll make it easier for you to work."

"Yes... I'll come back"

The brothers and sisters were half-hearted and still said they would definitely come and bought a pharmacy wrist supporter and took the painkillers home.

(This is a good opportunity too)

"Ellen. I'm going to ask you one thing, the only way to copy books and texts in this world is to write them?

I wonder if there are any prints either? How about printing a hard copy? And, Farma confirms.

"Hmm. Not that there isn't, there was wood and stone printing. But now it's obsolete."

Ellen puts her index finger up and puts it on her temple to make a gesture to remember.

"Sure... sounds like it's hard to make a version, doesn't it? It's a big deal."

"It's gonna take a lot of time to make the version. Intelligence stores live by speed. And you don't have to print so much, so you can write while you're making the edition, that's what the newspaper guy did earlier."

Upon hearing such circumstances, Pharma still thought that was a good idea.

"I'll make a copy."

It is a printing method that did not require electricity and was commonly used in educational settings until the 1960s in Japan. Exactly. Farma doesn't know it on active duty either. It is the so-called Gali version.

"Also, you have an idea for a new invention? Farma, you can do more work on your own… you can't do so infinitely more work because you're good. If the newspaper has a sore wrist, you just have to change your job. Or you can go on with your pain meds."

Ellen cares about Pharma. Ellen, the idea of "If you can't work, you can do another job," was still a countess. While there is no freedom to choose a profession, it is difficult to change the family business and so on.

"No, this is also to reduce my work"

What oppresses time in Pharma's schedule is medical work, as well as the writing of other texts and the preparation of pharmaceutical lecture materials. Farma in his previous life made lecture slides and used them around in pharmacy classes for years. So what I came up with was a way of simultaneously making a text and a handout of a lecture.

The problem with writing is that there are artificial mistakes while also increasing its speed and the insertion of unintended interpretations. The text of Pharma does not convey trivial nuances when the diagram is a good addition or subtraction in order to use diagrams, graphs, and chemical formulas more often. Copying what Pharma wrote is a necessary technique, given the future.

"You can also use it as a handout for pharmacy drug explanations."

I spent quite a bit of time explaining the medication to the patient, but if you have a print of the medication description, you can read it, so the information will also be accurately communicated to the patient and save time. I can practice many of those patients, and I can leave explanations to other pharmacists, reducing the length of my practice.

"Good hurries"

Pharma specially ordered waxed, petrolate-coated thin paper, and raw paper from the paper shop, and picked them up in three days.

"So what do you do?

Ellen and Lotte approach with intrigue. Expect something interesting to start......

"Let's all paint"

"Wow! I want to -!

Lotte raised her hand. Paint the prefabricated iron pen to catch the original paper by placing it on a yasle table. Then I can scratch the original paper. The raw paper is fixed to a silk wooden frame, inked on a roller and printed on printed paper. The ink is smudged out of the shredded parts of the original paper and can be transcribed onto paper.

"Wow! I can't believe it's so easy to print!

Ellen was impressed by the printed material.

"Ellen, what did that draw?

Ellen prints some avant-garde art. With all due respect, Pharma thought, I wasn't even sure if it was a person or an animal.

"It's Pharma! What do you say?"

"This is me? That's right...... Ha, thanks"

"What, that reaction!?

Ellen didn't have a painting mind, while Lotte seemed to have quite the painting talent. It simulated a bouquet decorated by a pharmacy. It was an art decorated painting, which looked exactly like a work of art.

"Lotte, amazing beautiful flower illustrations! Why don't you be a painter? I can sell this!

"What!? Really! I'll sell it! It's very funny. This! Have fun!"

It soothes me that Pharma would be too cute to watch Lotte roll the roller innocently on the nose alternating and keep printing.

"Lotte, are you printing too much? Are you selling?"

Not long ago, I had a pile of pieces.

"By the way, if you change the color of the ink, you can also print it in multiple colors"

If you want to do the prints, you might want to come up with some ideas, Farma recommended to Lotte. Lotte liked it a lot and it was going to be a genuine hobby.

A week later, the newspaper brothers and sisters arrived as promised. Now put on a mask like a Venetian mask.

"How's the wrist pain?

"Thanks to your medicine, there is no pain"

Still, the amount of work I've been doing over the past week continuing to write newspapers while taking painkillers hasn't seemed to change.

"Thank you for waiting. We've made a copy, so start using this today."

"Toshiba?

Pharma teaches them how to use it in such a way that they don't get the guidelines. The brothers and sisters, who actually tried to use the copies as taught, were stunned by their user-friendliness and the quality of their imprinted printing.

"I'll be able to print it like it's funny! It's groundbreaking! The invention of this copy alone will be the article of tomorrow's newspaper!

My brother admires it. I can read letters properly, and they print fine depictions and pictures as they are.

"Did you invent this?!?

"No, it's not me"

It is the invention of the great inventor, Mr. Thomas Edison. And Pharma wanted to say that he is supposed to be a fictional person in this world.

"This, this, from now on, I mean I just have to write some!?

My sister asks Pharma roughly.

"Right, you and I can just write some. So, tenosynovitis will be a little better, and I was hoping to clear my debt."

"Whoa whoa!?

My brother made an odd noise.

"Oh, my God, I can't believe it! Brother."

"You did it, sister...... oh, thank you, pharmacist, no. You're not just a pharmacist!

The brothers and sisters held hands together. It exaggerates with joy, but for them it is an instrument of civilization of great invention.

"I'm glad it's going to help. You don't have to be good at what you do, so you can leave it to someone else."

Pharma decided to sell ink and raw paper to them for a cheap price. They bought in large quantities with great joy.

"If this is it, you can print hundreds or two if you make some!

I can't believe it, my brothers and sisters were moved to swallow and cry.

"I don't think it can be printed in very large numbers. The original paper will tear, so I think I can do a hundred copies..."

When I said that, I was still happy to say that my income would increase significantly.

Looks like he could pay off his debts, too, he said, with bright prospects.

"But watch out for flying articles"

Farma stabbed the nail because she would only be in debt for what she had printed.

"Yes, I think I can take the time to cover it. The original version was also hitting and writing until now, but you can make it a beautiful article"

"How much should I buy this set for?

"You will only pay for the materials. And... will you sell some of it to the other world pharmacies?

"Of course, if you can promise not to divulge information outside, we will deliver it for free"

The brothers and sisters took their masks and hats and named them again. Andre Mitterrand and Emme Mitterrand brothers and sisters. Though they were slyly skinny, with green eyes in their green hair, they stood out very well in the brothers and sisters of beautiful men and women.

The different world pharmacies were to subscribe to the handwritten newspaper Le secret de la Cité impériale for free.

Subscribe and find out, this newspaper was a useful one filled with information behind the aristocratic society, military information and secret commercial information that would never appear on the table. The human being of that muscle desires it. They had a sales policy of writing small copies of information to sell to millionaires, so they also handled tough information that was likely to break bones to get whatever they thought.

Copies developed to reduce their tenosynovitis were also introduced to different world pharmacies. And the flow of work was remarkably streamlined. First, Pharma examines the patient and writes a prescription. Ellen and a part-time first-class pharmacist formulate the medicine.

"Yes, that medicine..."

Ellen and the other medicines will be explained by the explanator's physicians. They carefully explain to the patient based on a copy of Pharma's medication instructions. Attached to the drug information document in Japan, so to speak. This was printed in hard copy.

Detailed counseling of the patient's condition is also provided by the explanator's pharmacist, who, if in doubt, puts them together and returns them to Pharma for guidance. Pass the instructions straight to the patient.

This proposal not only streamlined operations, but also had great benefits for patients, Pharma and all the pharmacists.

Until now, it has been easy for the elderly to forget things, and some people have listened to medication instruction even if they are not elderly. Ask again and again or forget. So when the instructions say in advance on the paper how to take the medicine, how it works, it is also kind to the patient.

"Oh, that's easy to understand. That's not good. You're gonna forget about this."

The first patients to receive instructions for the medication go home satisfied.

"Oh, my God, do you have these side effects? I didn't know."

"Was this medicine twice a day?!? I only had one drink!

Even those who are made aware of previous mistakes. By way of example, the copied invention was registered with the Imperial Technical Bureau.

"Thanks to you, I was able to pay my debts so quickly."

After a while, the Mitterrand brothers and sisters visited the pharmacy. Now I came bareface. When he founded the "Weekly Imperial Capital" for the Emperor Citizens, knowing he could also sell more information for the masses, he said this also began to be on track. So, I'm going to gradually pull my hand from the remarkable information coverage, and so on.

"That's good. How about tenosynovitis?

Pharma is relieved to hear that the debt service is over. Anyway, they are coming back somewhat fleshy and healthy, although they used to be thin. I guess I took off my life without eating or eating.

"No more pain, better. Now I have a stiff shoulder because I wear a roller."

"Ha, buy a damp cloth and drop the number of prints"

And Pharma says,

"Just like you said"

And they laughed badly between them, too.

Later, the Mitterrand brothers and sisters took off their masks and started walking on the street.

Lotte then began distributing artistic pharmacy flyers in the streets printed in copies.

Pharma said that there were more customers pushing to the other pharmacies because of its effects, and that Pharma held his head because of the thankful and ungrateful ones.