Parallel World Pharmacy

After listening to Emerich, Farma, who suspected that Lotte's father was in the family line of lethal familial insomnia, returned to the mansion of the de Medicis family, called Katrine, Lotte's mother and samurai, who was taking in laundry in the garden.

"Katrine. I'm sorry I'm busy, but I need to talk to you if I have a hand."

"Yes, Farma, my boy. I don't mind. Whatever. It's a beautiful day."

Katrine apparently got the job done early and was in a good mood.

"I'm sorry about all of a sudden, but can I ask you something about my late husband?

"Boy... how could you do that? What can you do about it?

Katrine's face was frightened because it was a memory I didn't really want to remember.

"Yeah, I have something to worry about. Sorry to remind you."

"If that's what Boy says, I get it..."

I led Katrine to Farma's room and locked the door. Lotte accidentally came in and would be shocked to hear the story. Listen to Katrine as she takes notes.

"What was the disease your husband suffered?

"Right. You didn't tell me what you said..."

Katrine took a big, deep breath and started talking to follow her old memories, saying it sometimes.

"My husband and I lived on the San Fluve border and my husband ran a tailor. Yeah, I was given Charlotte, and I lived happily ever after. Until 1138, my husband was alive. But was it from about the winter of 1138? What makes my husband seem like people have changed little by little...... he is losing his sanity day by day, he can't walk well, he sweats massively...... people have changed. I see something has happened to my husband."

Katrine seemed to lean down and sink into deep sorrow.

"I couldn't sleep lying on my body if I couldn't even work, I was exhausted every day, and I often stared at a point of what I thought...... I don't think Charlotte remembered much about her husband because she was just young. I saw the doctor and the famous pharmacist, but if I don't know, I just shake my head. My husband ended up unconscious and breathed away in June 1139. He was 42 years old."

Leaning next to my weak and looming husband was hard, tears spilling as my chest was about to tear.

(Forty-two years old... and when I hear the symptoms, apparently it's a hit)

Farma can't find the words to speak to Katrine in agony.

"Thanks for talking to me."

"After my husband died, I called a priest to have a funeral, but he told me that he was trapped by evil spirits. I shouldn't have, if the priest had paid the evil spirit sooner..."

"I don't think so. I think your husband was sick, although I can't say for sure because I haven't seen him."

Pharma comforts Katrine in trying to dispel her guilt, but Katrine seemed to blame herself.

"I never told Charlotte about this. I think it would be hard to listen... please"

"Yeah, I'm not gonna tell her."

Later, because of the treatment and medication, Katrine said she had no choice but to sell her tailor's shop and house, take a still young lotte and go out to the noble mansion on her own. Although the temple had determined the cause of death to be a curse, it was creeped out and rejected by any public servant who did a physical investigation.

In the meantime, it was the grand aristocratic Medicis who knocked on the gate to hit and smash it.

Bruno said he hired me without reluctance to know what was going on.

On the contrary, "If you're cursed, it's funny. It's convenient to study the curse," he said. He was also fortunate that Katrine had the skill to sew.

(Don't be too strong, Mr. Bruno...)

Picked up by Bruno, Lotte's mother came to the Medicis mansion with Lotte when Lotte had just turned four.

"And that's how it is"

"You did... that was unfortunate. Have you ever heard of your husband's parents? He still died early or something."

Pharma listens for further family history. Katrine pulls out old memories.

"Yes, I hear my father died prematurely."

"Could the man have been out of the orphanage?

"... come on, that's it... why does that seem so?

Katrine puts her neck up. Pharma hears Catherine's condition and Lotte's birth, giving her a sinking look. Seeing it, Katrine cared about Pharma or was forced to make a smile.

"Boy! Don't look at me like that. If my husband hadn't picked it up, me and Charlotte would have been lost on the streets, both mother and child. I thank my husband, he has a good life. But..."

Katrine seems suspicious that Farma has been exploring the birth of Lotte.

"What happened to Charlotte?"

"Yeah, I don't. I was just wondering. I'll tell you if you need anything."

Farma snorted firmly and exchanged promises with Katrine.

Pharma then visits the servant room shared by Lotte and Catherine.

"Lotte, are you okay now? Can I come into your room?

"Humph, humph, what is it, Master Farma! Go ahead."

Lotte had just opened the attic window and put the fruit by the window to practice sketching still life paintings, but she was ashamed she was cheerfully singing her nose.

"You can draw that later, so I wonder if I could let you draw some blood. I'm trying to find out if Lotte's blood is healthy."

"Blood, does it hurt when you pick it?

"I'll make sure it doesn't hurt. Because it'll be over soon."

"Really? Then do your research! Thank you for even caring about me. I just finished practicing my painting. Here's the deal?

To Lotte, who offers his arms sloppily with a naive smile, Farma, while feeling somewhat guilty, does the discipline of the blood collection set he was well prepared for. And, as I predicted, I created ice to put it on my arm so that it would hurt less when I stabbed the needle.

Lotte was nervous and closed her eyes all the time, stifling her shoulders. Sometimes,

"It's over. Good luck."

Pharma calls on Lotte as she tumbles the blood collecting vessels to shake Lotte's blood and reacts with anticoagulants.

"What, it didn't hurt. But I can take so much blood. Wow, it's my blood... here we go."

Lotte doesn't seem to like seeing blood.

"Thank you for your cooperation. Aren't your arms tingling or fluffy?

"It's nothing. Dear Farma."

Lotte turns around in front of Pharma and sits back, looking up at Pharma's face, which was bending over.

"Hey, what?

"Somehow, Master Pharma is looking strange. Things are different from usual."

To Lotte, lethal familial insomnia, which is considered incurable in modern medicine, may be inherited a little. Such concerns and anxieties that Pharma was carrying have apparently been passed on to Lotte.

She looked dull and looked closely at Pharma. I didn't put it in words......

"That's not true."

"Really? Well, good luck with your work."

Lotte unwrapped the ribbon on Farma's collar, which was loose, and tied it back together.

"Thanks, Lotte"

Farma said Emerich had assembled his siblings, so he quickly asked everyone to assemble in the lab. Put Emerich in, six. To a gathered clan, the secretary Zoe behaves as a tea and tea treat. Ellen has also been at work in the lab.

"Professor, I've taken my family"

"Thanks, that'll help. Thank you, Bauer family, for coming together. Even so, sister, you really look like Lotte..."

Two of my sisters did have quite similar faces to Lotte, as Emerich said. Sisters who looked miserable and seemed nostalgic. It's somewhat similar to my voice, and I'm convinced that I'm Lotte's relative.

"You look alike, don't you!? I thought the professor would say the same!

Emerich seems happy to get Pharma's consent.

"Sure, you look alike. I didn't think you could tell by the looks of it, but isn't this blood related?

Ellen nodded too. But it wasn't very pleasant information for Pharma.

(It could be someone else's aerial resemblance. If this is all similar, don't be a little...)

"So, how do you find out if you have a disease? On PCR again?

Ellen twists her neck.

"Yeah, I can do that"

To find out if there is a blood relationship between Lotte and Emerich's clan, you can do the PCR method, as Pharma did the parent-child appraisal before.

In time, the PCR method is applied slightly to find out if there are any genetic variations in their clan that could develop lethal familial insomnia. In modern Japan, it is easy to read vast amounts of information about DNA, information about mutations, by means of a device that reads a base sequence called a DNA sequencer fast, but if you only detect very few mutations, you can't even detect them by analogue methods using electrophoresis.

It is also a way that we can reproduce enough in this lab, and we shall teach Ellen and Emerich there at a later date.

"Uh, where do I tell your family from?

"I've explained the general situation"

"Then we talk fast. I'm gonna get the DNA from the blood, so can I take the blood?

Pharma, with the help of Emerich and all his sisters and brothers, prepares to take blood, just like Lotte. When trying to take a sufficient amount of DNA for analysis, it is desirable to take it from the blood rather than oral mucosal cells and the like.

"Once the blood bands are tightened, choose the blood vessels. Make sure you identify it. I like the blood vessels that flutter when I touch them. Many blood vessels that look colored on the surface are not very good"

"Um, hey, Farma, how about this?

Ellen, who was barking blood vessels, finds a good vessel for his brother's arm and asks Pharma for confirmation.

"Oh, it's okay. I found it, Ellen."

"Hey, can I get some blood? I've wanted to try it for a long time."

Looks like Ellen wants to do some blood sampling. Pharma laughs bitterly when she thinks it's a person's arm......

"If that's the case, I'd like to try it too."

Emerich has also been at a glance.

"It's not good for both of us all of a sudden. This is your first time!? Your sister's brother's arm turns bright blue, so let's not. Next time, practice blood sampling with a mock arm."

"What, if it's a little something, just put up with it"

As Emerich began his radical remarks, the melons two sisters hid behind Pharma in Lotte and held their mouths together.

"We, Professor Medicis, would like you to take blood. Hey, hey?

"Yeah, yeah. Sister, it's hard when your arms are covered in blood."

"I'll do it, don't worry"

"Well, that's a relief."

Pharma finally teaches the two of them to do a tour while letting them do the blood sampling.

"The incision of the needle points upwards, stabbing the skin to the blood vessels. Hit the syringe with your pharmacopoeia and pinky fingers because you have the feeling of breaking the blood vessels a little, and the next thing you know, black venous blood returns. Don't let your hands get bumped. When you're done pulling, untie the blood strip. And pull the needle out slowly. Yeah, well, if you don't untie the blood belt first, it's gonna blow up."

"That sounds pretty hard when you ask me."

Ellen gave up collecting blood on her own for a moment, and Emerich was encouraging image training with a look at Pharma taking one blood after another.

(That's just first-class pharmacist and chief, you're an avid student)

Pharma gives Emerich a glimpse.

"I can't let you take blood all of a sudden today, but would you like to try extracting DNA from the blood?

Pharma speaks to Ellen and Emerich.

First, the cells are ruptured in a small test tube, then heated with the addition of an enzyme that dissolves the cells. Wait for the enzymatic reaction to finish and, once the cells have dissolved, add phenol and chloroform and stir well. Centrifuge it with a manual centrifuge, take the supernatant portion and add more alcohol to it.

Then, as soon as stirred, something like fluffy, white, clear yarn began to drift in the alcohol in the test tube.

"Professor Medicis, could this be..."

"Yes, it's DNA. It's yours."

It's like a chunk of white thread. Substances that can only be described as such drift fluffy in alcohol.

"I mean, you're like brittle cotton. It's going to rip right off."

Ellen looks at it less thankless,

"This is... the blueprint of the human body... I can't believe it just exists..."

My hand holding Emerich's tube is shaking.

I guess it looks like a forbidden sanctuary to Emerich.

"No more. I don't exaggerate! It's DNA, so it's real in our somatic cells."

As Ellen pounded Emerich's back, Emerich slipped his hand in surprise and the tube fell polarized and rolled away.

"Ahhh! Dr. Bonufois, what are you doing?

"Don't drop the tube, both of you. If you flip it, we'll start over again for a few hours."

Farma sweats cold if she doesn't throw away her precious samples.

"Then let's analyze this tomorrow. This is dissolved today. It's time for a lecture, tomorrow."

"Okay."

Pharma headed with Emerich to the lecture.

(Well... and)

Pharma finished the day's lecture and packed the DNA for the entire family extracted with Ellen and Emerich, as well as a sample of Lotte that Pharma had pre-extracted, in a bag with ice cooled. And I prepared a spell that absorbs divine power, which Salomon regularly offers to Pharma.

The last time I returned from another realm, the transparency of the flesh went considerably further.

Travelling back and forth again raises the risk of extinction.

(I don't want to go because I don't know what will happen, but do I have to go? to that place......)

Since then, I've decided to stay away from laboratories in different worlds that can be reached from Holy Springs, but I need laboratory equipment if I want to do advanced analysis. I can't say that either.

The purpose of going to laboratories in different worlds is to

-Analyzers are used to obtain accurate genetic information for patients

· I'll get the reagents, books, and tools needed for research

These are the two main points. For the sake of the godson and Lotte, a more detailed genetic diagnosis must be made as soon as possible to establish a cure for a disease that is incurable even with modern medicine.

"Okay, let's go."

Pharma squeezes the drug scepter and brings him to his belly.

"Where are you going? Mr. Farma. Is that... that sample?

Ellen speaks from behind and faces from the lab next to the professor's office. Pharma just thought Ellen had gone home, but she seemed to care about Pharma and stay in college.

"Ellen. Were you still there, on purpose?

"Yeah, I was getting ready for a lecture, too. Where were you trying to go? Take a sample of the DNA you said we'd analyze tomorrow... maybe it's not a place where you won't be able to come back? He said the other day, the other world you can go from Holy Springs."

Ellen knew it was about Lotte's entanglement, so she was completely on the lookout.

"Yeah, sort of. I really need something, I want to get it."

For Lotte, and for Emerich and his family. and Farma explains.

"You're not sure you'll make it back safely, are you? It's too dangerous."

Ellen was crying.

"Right. But I don't want to regret not doing the best I could. If Lotte or someone close to her had an incurable hereditary disease, I want to do something about it as soon as possible."

Emerich seems to think that death and illness develop from his forties, but not necessarily. In some cases, she developed childhood and died. There is no guarantee of safety until how old you are.

"Besides, I'm not like normal people, and I don't think I'll ever be in this world, I might disappear tomorrow. Then it's the same where and what you did. So I'm going, today."

"Farma, why are you in such a hurry? At least another year or two, you should have waited, right?

"That's too late, see you later, Ellen."

Without waiting for Ellen's reply, Farma opened the window and popped out.

Just because you've been held back doesn't change your mind.

At the time I finished writing the textbook, I left a minimum of knowledge and concepts in this world.

Now, even if it disappears, there's not... less to it than before.

(Sorry, Ellen. I'm coming)

Pharma apologizes to Ellen in her heart and passes divine power through the drug scepter.

He became the wind and ran over the Empire City.

It was already dark by the time Pharma reached the sacred fountain, which was located in the middle of a chopped platform where the fog could stand.

Compared to before, there is no change in the Holy Springs. It has as clean water as it was then. Pharma jumped into the fountain of night without hesitation.

And not diving so deep, ice on the water with divine art from the back of the water.

Then I saw the entrance to the other world.

It is the door to the entrance to the laboratories of the other world.

Pharma retrieves the staff card and puts it on the electronic authenticator.

(That?)

Once or twice, the reaction to the reading was dull.

"... pi"

On the third occasion, the electronic lock finally comes off and the lab door opens inside.

A little, I felt that the door opening motion was not smooth compared to the previous one.

(... rusty?

Too subtle a change, I can't remember if that was the case before.

(Sounds like you're getting hypersensitive, me. It's your fault.)

Slip your body just like before and infiltrate the inside of the lab.

Once inside, I miss the smell of the lab air conditioning and the running sound of the freezer and equipment. All the devices were working properly.

Check the mounting clock. 3: 50 a.m. Until now, it's the same as last time.

As soon as I get in, the clock moves on.

This seemed like a repeat roughly an hour before Associate Professor Pharmacopoeia ran out.

(i.e. about an hour left to stay)

And Pharma confirms what he didn't want to be in his sight as much as possible.

The Pharmacopoeia fully healed, herself during her lifetime, wrapped around a sleeping bag on the couch and slept easily.

(Me too, stay in front. I want to leave the room on my own before I die)

I made overwork death my present, my appearance. If possible, I don't want to listen to my Terminator twice.

Last time, probably the moment the heart of the drug valley stopped, Pharma was also forced to purge from this lab. But if before he dies, can he normally take the exit?

This time it was Pharma, I think. If he starts to suffer, we have to abandon him and leave the lab without hesitation. I can treat others, but I can't interfere with the body of the drug valley and I can't treat myself.

... I don't know, but I can't help it. It was ironic.

Pharma approaches the control PC next to the large analyzer first.

(Genomic analysis data is... made! I knew it!)

It's the data on my genomic information that Pharma planted the last time he went into the lab.

It would normally take a week to analyze, but beyond time and space, the analysis of the data was complete. The time of the analyzer was progressing while it seemed to repeat the hour before the same death.

The timeline sucks.

After a mere hour of stay, the transparency of the flesh proceeds.

Pharma doesn't even want to think about what happens if you stay longer, although it sounds good because you can only stay an hour. If you repeat yourself, the flesh will not just be sorry. But at that price...

(Now it's clear. I don't know what's going on with genetic information about people in different worlds, I'm human, please)

Pharma unties the data.

And the species name was determined. That genomic information is human.

Pharma even remembered to be moved.

(... were the otherworlders, after all, the proximal species of the Earth's homo sapiens)

The genetic information of the flesh of the Pharma de Medicis was the same as the genetic information of the Earthlings with a probability of 99.9% or more. This difference is only about gender or race difference at best. Pharma scrutinizes the data with excitement.

Pharma's genetic information probably remains Pharma boy. Pharma's body with its human detached properties, such as the absence of shadows, but its genetic information was not so different from that of humans.

(Wow, this data is amazing!... There must be a gene that directs the expression of the divine vein. Which one?)

Some unknown genes had also been detected, unlikely as Earthlings.

It was controlled by genes that Pharma neither saw nor knew about as they searched.

There are five of them. Perhaps among them is a candidate for a gene to direct a divine vein.

Pharma copied some data to the laptop she used regularly. If we take this back to the other world, we can analyze it even more if we secure the power supply. He also made copies of both medical and pharmaceutical information and papers that I think he needs.

Pharma, moreover, put the medical and pharmaceutical books in plastic bags, packed them in large handles, and both the PC and the smartphone, in plastic bags, carried them like backpacks.

(Now, no matter what time it is purged, you can rest assured for the first time)

And fulfill the original purpose of visiting this laboratory.

Emerich's clan and Lotte's DNA are set in a genome analyzer. Even simple analysis takes time for data to come out. You'll have to leave the other world once and come back and get the data.

Watching the lab, Pharma felt a certain discomfort.

(Is that it? The culture room door is open and the electricity is on...)

The door of the cell culture chamber adjacent to the laboratory opened, leaving a gap open. And it also has electricity indoors.

The last time I came, it was a room that didn't open, pushed or pulled.

(Different worlds are widening?

There were changes in the laboratories of different worlds that could not be overlooked.