Parallel World Pharmacy

The new semester of Saint-Fluve Imperial College of Medicine began and the first day of lecture came.

Farma, who is also a new professor and pharmacy store owner, can't be stuffed in college all day. In the morning the pharmacy was open and all the lectures at the university were organized in the afternoon.

"Well, thank you for the rest. Because I think Ellen will be back this afternoon. Get dressed and go to college."

Finishing his morning practice, Farma finishes sending his petition to a part-time pharmacist.

Appointments for severely ill patients with potentially sudden changes in capacity had been put into practice in the morning.

"Yes, store owner. You're not going. I'll take care of this."

and drop off Pharma as Rebecca takes a seat in discipline.

"Lecture, good luck! Shut up and let the students stay. Shh! Please be careful not to fall for it."

Celst gives you strength and noisy support as you grip your fist.

"Yes, come on in"

Waving Roger as he stretches. Can the part-time pharmacists who leave me a message count on me or not? Even though I think so, Pharma is relieved for once that Ellen will be replacing me in the afternoon.

"If Ellen also comes with a seriously ill patient beyond her control, send the patient to college"

"Okay! I'll send them as soon as we get a patient we don't understand!

"I'll send it right away."

"Not long before it's too late."

(... what a quick three to give up...)

Pharma begins to dominate, in a delicate mood.

"Dear Farma, how is college? Did you make about a hundred friends?

Lotte sounds pleasantly vocal as she rises upstairs at the pharmacy and folds her sleeves in Pharma's white clothes, which she hastily changes from white to private in one of the clinic rooms.

(A hundred friends aren't in elementary school... but the idea seems to be lotte)

"Students and staff are going to do well. At first it was a little... well, there was a lot going on."

Remembering Emerich and the students, Farma was packing her bag with various documents and prints.

"Have you slept during class? You can try sticking your cheeks on if you want to sleep. It hurts and makes me cry, but hey."

"Me? I don't sleep in class."

"Look, Master Farma, I'm having trouble sleeping. You're gonna follow me."

"I'd rather wake up a sleeping student."

"What kind of a place is it, Farma-like college?"

Nevertheless, even if she seems interested in Farma's workplace, she can't take Lotte to work.

(Oh, but the dining room is open to the public. Do you want to come eat with me? -)

"Do you want to go to the college cafeteria during your lunch break? The bread is delicious and the dessert is plentiful. 'Cause people outside school can eat too."

"Wow! What, but is that okay? If you don't mind, take me with you! I'm walking home!

"Come on."

Putting Lotte on his own horse that carbohydrates and fruits have no eyes, Farma leads through the avenues of the Imperial Capital and to Imperial Medicine University.

It may look like two students going to school, but this is still a commute.

"Wow! It's a very fine school! It's too big to travel. Hey!

Lotte, who had been brought to something called school for the first time, was excited to jump a little.

"Because the faculty has been integrated, new, and new."

Farma briefly guides Lotte through the university as she strolls through the school.

Of particular interest to Lotte was a university-affiliated herbal garden. Various herbs were grown there, creating a scenic waterfront landscape around a large pond with sleeping lotus blooms.

"If you paint here, it will surely be a lovely landscape painting! Your Majesty, please!

"Bring the canvas and draw it"

Farma looks forward to seeing if Lotte's paintings will be like Monet's Sleeping Lotus, as she was becoming more and more impressionist these days incorporating fashion.

Good day, Professor Medicis.

"Looking forward to today's lecture"

When the students we meet in school saw Pharma, they immediately greeted and spoke up.

Because some of them had one the other day, or when they came across Pharma, they were nervous and couldn't stop sweating cold.

Such a student, Farma decided to remain calm.

During the lecture, pray that you will understand that you are not a person worthy of vigilance.

"You all seem to know about Master Pharma. You've just begun your work, and you're admired."

Lotte, unaware of such a delicate current situation, was as happy as she was about herself because Farma was so popular with the students at first sight.

"Ha... I guess so"

(You're either frightened, but you're right)

It is a pharma that could not be said.

"It seems kind of strange that Farma treats adult students as teachers."

"I'm strange, too. How did this happen? Anyway, let's have lunch. Because I don't have time for lectures."

Lotte and I head to the dining room in the middle of the university.

Until last year, there was no school meal at the Saint Fluve Imperial School of Medicine, and they had brought their own lunches and finished them in out-of-school shops, but this year, Bruno threw his personal belongings to make them build a school meal, and the dining room was very busy.

Sometimes he has allowed civilians to enroll since this year, and that's why he wants students to focus on their studies with good quality nutrition, without having a crude diet. Farma admires Bruno's consideration.

Learning meals are all-you-can-eat in a buffet format for a small fee.

I didn't want to mention Lotte's delight when I saw the hall in the brand new dining room.

"Wow, there must be dozens of different dishes! This roll pan looks bright white and delicious. Is this orange juice freshly squeezed, too? Oh, and some delicious fine milk for the palace!

Lotte's plate was loaded with bread, and furthermore, he had taken all kinds.

"Can you eat all that? Are you okay with your stomach? Can I help you?

"Huh. I took it too far! But I'll taste it slowly and eat it all."

Lotte tastes one bite at a time, closing her eyes and stirring up the delights of the meal.

"You always seem happy. It doesn't seem like there's a problem..."

I wonder what bothers Lotte in the first place, Farma thinks.

"This is how I am beside Master Pharma, and I would be happier with a good meal and dessert. Are you worried? Right."

Lotte's eyes swim slightly.

"... um, I've been thinking about it, but I didn't. Ah!

"Ha, that's good. Learn to eat again."

Lotte nods loudly with a full grin.

"Ha! I'm going to eat all my food because I'm going to be so hungry, then I'm going to walk back to the pharmacy! Good luck with your work, Master Pharma! When you get back, prepare some delicious tea and wait."

"Lotte will heal you."

As Pharma and Lotte were eating, Emerich Bauer wanted to go through the learning food window.

And I took a serious look at Lotte's face and strangled him many times, passing him by.

"Do you know current students?

Farma asks Lotte.

"No? What happened? He didn't even seem like a pharmacy customer."

Lotte also kept eating bread, with her neck hanging.

"Hello everyone. Well, let's start with Basic Medicine Overview I."

Pharma lectures are taught in the Grand Auditorium for first-year students in all faculties.

With regard to a number of further lectures, they were made into public courses and those with qualifications of pharmacists roughly throughout the Empire were given eligibility.

Against that background, a hearsay ticket was sought that morning, and a fierce, albeit first-come, dispute was fought in front of the main entrance early in the morning, from first-class pharmacist to third-degree pharmacist, without question, before Pharma's knowledge.

Those who obtained the listening voucher were seated with a face that looked like they had won. I also saw the face of the pharmacy guild and the face of Pierre, the guild leader.

(Hey, this isn't a full level...)

Pharma is confused.

"... are you sitting down? Pack your seats so everyone can sit down. Put your stuff under your desk."

Send a gesture for Pharma to pack his seat.

Still, the number of seats planned was not enough, and some faculty members brought chairs and sat in front of them.

They are spreading textbooks on their desks that they apparently bought at the store.

"All of you here are active or future physicians, pharmacists, and technicians or researchers. In any task of investigating the causes of the disease, diagnosing and treating the disease, or socially preventing the disease, you will face the life phenomenon of a person."

Emerich was taking notes in front of the line.

Veterinarian Josephine is also listening with a nod relatively earlier.

Pharma drew a simple human diagram on the blackboard. There's nothing interesting about it. It's a schematic diagram.

"Yes, it's a person. But what exactly is this thing made of?"

Pharma turned to the students and the audience and threw the question.

"The human body consists entirely of chemicals. Beginning with atoms, molecules become molecules, and polymers such as proteins, sugars, lipids, and nucleic acids create stereostructures, and they constitute the smallest units of life: cells. In cells, water, which actually accounts for 60% of body weight, is used as a catalyst, and complex biochemical reactions are progressing, for example."

"We cannot understand all the chemical reactions that occur in the human body. But the phenomenon of life follows the laws of the natural sciences. These laws should be the first to be taken into account when understanding the disease and establishing its treatment."

There are those who record Pharma's words at a fierce speed.

I'm a shorthand medic hired by Bruno. They don't miss a word about all the lectures, and they're going to let them take all the photos of the board books. It is said to be used as a lecture book for university materials.

Bruno assumes that Pharma will disappear one day, and everything will be fine.

(Thanks to Bruno, if you keep this up for a few years and all the lecture notes are in place, you can take it over to the other lecturers without me)

Even then, Farma thinks it made sense to have taken on the professor.

"In order to design a drug to cure a disease, you need to know where that drug, or chemical, works in biochemical reactions, right?

Pharma is the first to say why basic science is really needed when studying medicine and pharmacy.

Medicine and pharmacy are a field of applied science, and therefore there is no application unless we learn the basics.

"Let's start with the structure of the protein."

That day, lecture time was allocated to understanding the biological substances that make up the living organism. The students take notes desperately.

Some students who thought they could learn fast, effective treatments for difficult diseases, and medicines that worked well under Pharma looked desperate on the far road to reaching the entrance to medicine and medicine, and the sweet idea that Pharma's medicine could be easily repaired, etc., had blown away.

I also heard students moaning that I might not be able to keep up with this and take credit for it.

And he seemed to have begun to understand why Pharma's medicine ”works” for the disease.

"If you have any questions, after the lecture"

At the same time as the bell of completion of the lecture rang, many stood up for students and pharmacists to compete.

"Professor, I have a question!

"Professor Medicis! I didn't know the second half."

"Professor, Professor! Tell me more about linking peptide chains"

The classroom had a crowd and Pharma was quickly surrounded by students. While dealing with them one by one, Farma noticed Emerich waiting still in the corner of the auditorium.

Pharma finishes everyone's opponent, then calls Emerich.

"Bauer, you got something, too?

"Professor, I need to talk to you. May I have a moment?"

When the student was gone, he approached Pharma the way Emerich came up with it.

"First you have to apologize. The other day, I heard that the professor had replaced the repair costs that came out of the divine game that I had set up. Where I should have borne it, too. How can I apologize..."

From Emerich, his unscrupulous attitude disappeared in the victory of a few days ago, and he was completely like someone else as Shinsen.

"I broke that, so you don't have to wear the repair. I don't know if he was hurt."

There seemed to be no injuries to Emerich. I meant to keep you from getting hurt, Pharma, but that's more than anything.

"So, what's the story?"

"It will be quite an earlier unit, may I discuss hereditary diseases"

Emerich has brought up textbooks.

"It's not a question, it's a consultation."

Pharma and Emerich sit back in their dimming auditorium seats.

Did Emerich load too many textbooks or they were already worn out?

"I have read the professor's textbooks to Sumizu. There are things I wouldn't know if I hadn't listened to the lecture, but this textbook is really great. It helped with the diagnosis, and some treatments I've tried."

"That's good. Sounds like an awesome load... even though it's only been about six months since it was released"

Pharma, who wrote the textbook, was also Emerich, who showed amazing guts.

"As a matter of fact, I consider myself a genetically ill person in the family… the clan person says it is an inescapable curse placed on the clan…"

"I don't think it's a curse. 'Cause you can use divinity so skillfully. If you were cursed, you wouldn't be able to use divine art, would you?

Pharma takes Emerich's side, thinking that if Emerich knows it's not a ”curse," it's quick to talk.

"I want to know what the hell is a hereditary disease and free my family from it."

"I see. Can you tell me your family history? First, someone believed to have died as a result of the disease."

Pharma went on to integrate with Emerich's disclosed new information while matching it with the family history he had known by asking Bruno.

"Then tell me what the symptoms are common to the next person you think is a patient."

"Yes."

Emerich, when the people of the clan are middle-aged, they can't help but want their bodies when it comes to the ”curse”. Next, the pulse is faster, the pupils contract, and as you look at them, the body stops saying things and walks on its own, unable to sleep at night or day. They have been deprived of sleep. They are severely debilitated and cannot sleep at all, no matter how many eyes they close or sleep pills they use.

And in less than a year, your body will run out and you will surely die...

From what I've heard, Pharma had the disease that came to mind.

Farma's written textbook describes it as a rare autosomal dominant hereditary disease, a form of hereditary Prion disease.

Patients in the lineage who develop this disease have abnormalities in the genes that encode normal prions, creating abnormal prions. The abnormal prion accumulates in the thalamus in the brain, which destroys the nerve cells, preventing the brain from issuing directives for sleep to the body through the nerve cells, resulting in insomnia.

"What does the professor suppose to be from the symptoms?

"Don't doubt lethal familial insomnia, just listening to you"

"Again, is that what the professor thinks..."

Emmerich's blood caught my breath.

That was the look on his face as if he had also received a death sentence.

"No, but it wasn't decided. Besides, if it's this disease, it's autosomal dominant genetics. Isn't that a high incidence?

Autosomal dominant genes are genetic styles that invariably develop when there is a mutation in any of the one genes that is a paternal and maternal pair, with a 50% chance of developing them for both men and women.

Yet the genealogy chart shows that most people develop in every generation.

"Maybe you have more offspring that aren't on this lineage diagram just because it's not written?

If you count them, they should be closer to 50%, Farma thought.

Emerich nodded with her eyes wide open wondering how she knew.

"Yes, I have heard that some have been expelled. I was sent to an orphanage or something because my divine vein didn't open..."

As it is disgraceful to be a great nobleman to have a child with no divine veins, children fallen by civilians are often expelled and expelled as soon as they are found out.

"I wonder if I can get in touch with that offspring. I'd like to know if even those who didn't open the Divine Vessel got sick, maybe they didn't."

If Emerich's clan had lethal familial insomnia, it is likely that those who did not open their divine veins did not develop, counting backwards from the incidence of those who had not been expelled.

"We have records of which orphanages we have kept, so if the orphanages keep records..."

Following the orphanage records, it's not impossible to meet the deported offspring, Emerich says.

"It's not like you're not developing right now, and I don't know if the mutation is hereditary in the first place. It's hard to make a definitive diagnosis. Who in the family is currently developing?

"No one is developing in the clan right now. Most recently, he was my father... who died three years ago..."

Emerich handed Pharma his medical records up to his father's last day.

And he also made it harder to think back, clogging words with tears.

Pharma glances over Emerich's medical records.

It was a cruel and spectacular record of one father being devastated and dying in despair, far too one-sided when it comes to fighting disease......

"My father, who was a pharmacist, couldn't sleep and wore out, but still tried to live to the end. I also administered the medicine to my father with as much knowledge as I could, regardless of the side effects."

Looking at Emerich's prescribing records, it was almost like a rash, or something like that.

Every day and every night he tried every potion, every herbal and heavy metal combination.

Instead of treating it, it's a human experiment.

Still, I couldn't let his father fall asleep for a single day or even just a few hours.

"I wish I'd met you sooner"

Farma was still not in this world when Emerich's family was gasping for death.

"Professor. Tell me. It's my turn and that of my sister's brother."

Emmerich asked Pharma, blurring word for word.

"There's a cure for this disease."

At the end, pray for something...

"Do you have one?

Pharma looked back with a stronger gaze as she was shot straight through Emerich's gaze.

"None"

Farma said those two words.

Too merciless, without a single stray.

"Oh... it's over..."

Emerich collapses on the floor holding the textbook. I learned that he and his sisters and brothers would be entangled in the fate of waiting for him from now on, and that he would be dropped by Nara.

A medical record that fell powerless from Emerich's hand was slammed on the floor of the auditorium, flickering and unbroken.

While he is completely oblivious, he nevertheless leaves Pharma a testamentary word.

"I have a favor to ask. If I develop, I will kill myself before the symptoms progresse. So the professor dissects me, chops up my body and finds out about this disease......"

Pharma picks up one medical record at a time and binds it, listening to Emerich's grieving appeal.

"It's a cure, but I just said there's no" now. "

Pharma assembled the bound medical records and handed them to Emerich looking important.

Even Emerich, who loaded this textbook until it was so worn out, is starting to see the idea of drug discovery after a moment, and Farma, who thought so, asked him the opposite question.

"What kind of medication do you think would work for this, at the moment, incurable disease?

"I don't know...... I'll be on my way. It's just... if the disease develops with neurons impaired by abnormal prion accumulation... first, it slows down the onset. Should I create drugs that break down prions or inhibit neurons after they develop?"

Emerich's ideas and sensations were getting closer to that of the modern earth's pharmacists.

In fact, even with that approach, clinical research has progressed into the disease.

"Yeah, nice. There are several ways. Exploring medicines that slow the onset. Destroying or rendering inoperable the abnormal prion. More importantly, you can cure the genetic mutation before it develops."

"Genes… blueprints of life, how…"

All the genetic abnormalities in as many as seventy trillion somatic cells cannot be altered.

Because it's not easy, even with a copy of modern medicine, the current situation is "no cure".

Regarding the elucidation of Prion's disease and the development of therapeutic drugs, Pharma was one of the difficult challenges that I have been working on since my lifetime, but it was not quite a glimmer.

Nevertheless, as long as there is a mutation in the gene, if it is not cured there, every treatment is just a symptomatic treatment.

Farma tells him, as he encourages Emerich, who seems anxious.

"I don't have a cure. It's also the starting point for drug discovery."

Instead of committing suicide, do your own research and try and overcome a number of means.

Pharma encouraged Emerich with words like that that could also be used as a rest.

And Farma never meant to rest.

"So let's just find out if there's anything wrong with your genes. Can we get in touch with your sister and younger brothers?

"Yes, I can take it. I moved nearby."

"I wonder if they can all bring me to the lab. Because I want to take DNA from cells and analyze it. First, let's see if our assumptions are correct or if there really is a genetic mutation of lethal familial insomnia going on"

With state-of-the-art equipment in the laboratories of different worlds, we can only stay for an hour, but we may be able to examine the presence of genetic variations while traveling back and forth from the present world to the other. Going to another world endangers Pharma's reality in this world, so I didn't want to get near it if I could, but I can't even say that it's important for my godchildren.

"Okay, I'll bring him right in"

Emmerich seems to have decided to face a disease that may erode herself and lead to death without cowardice.

Time runs out for a moment.

I don't know when it will develop.

If it develops, it dies.

But to give up, it's too early.

"Um, speaking of which, is the girl the professor was dining with earlier your friend?

Emerich apparently remembered something when he was told he was his sister's brother, and asks Pharma.

"You mean Lotte? He's a servant of the Medicis family, a pharmacy employee. What's the matter with you?

"No... its so much like my sister that I don't think of it as someone else's pseudo..."

"Heh. Sometimes it's unusual."

Farma was asking without any concern. But Emmerich must have caught on very well.

"By the way, can I ask her name?

Charlotte Sorrell.

"Sorrell?"

Emerich's hand stopped. And he tells Pharma looking sorry.

"It's the same surname as my family... technically not, but the Saint-Fluve Empire reading of my family's surname, Solé (Sola), is Sorrell. I think it's a rare surname in this empire. I hope we don't have blood ties between our clan and her..."

"It means…"

Pharma felt her spine freeze.

What Lotte told me was out of my mind.

Lotte's father is a civilian, but that shortly after Lotte was born, he died of an unexplained difficulty...