Parallel World Pharmacy

Pharma regretted not using the diagnostic eye for the medical examination of the students at the time of enrollment.

A disease you would never have missed about a brain tumor in Blondell if you had seen it regularly.

Pharma's behavior of using the diagnostic eye is still unnatural and difficult to incorporate in the daily routine.

That made it a vendetta that I had refrained from. While Pharma uses the diagnostic eye, Brondell glances at him wonderfully.

"Sir...? Are you blind?

"No, don't move for a second."

(Solid tumor, bright red, you're infiltrating the frontal lobe. Is it infiltrating that boundaries are unclear? It seems highly malignant. I have a tumor diameter of about 2 cm)

This tumor may have reduced cognitive function and eventually stolen the test questions.

The more I thought about it, etc., the more mistake I may have made in blaming her for not listening to the circumstances.

With that in mind, I search for malignancy.

("Myeloblastoma, glioma")

Reactions were seen with glioma (glioma).

Pharma performs an even more detailed classification, while identifying the degree of malignancy.

("Glioblastoma")

Looks definitely glioblastoma. This tumour called glioblastoma originates from the glial cells of the brain and can be called the worst degree of malignancy among brain tumours.

Even if the boundaries of the tumor are unclear, surgical total removal is difficult, and an integrated treatment such as surgical surgery, chemotherapy, or radiotherapy is provided, there is no effective treatment to cure it, with an average life expectancy of about fourteen months.

Five-year survival is only eight percent.

It was a disease that took the lives of his younger sisters.

As a price for the creation of Divine Medicine, I can't even remember his sister's Pharmacopoeia Chiyu now. She died after a spectacular struggle with surgery, chemotherapy and radiation therapy.

I'll try to spread Pharma's handheld cure in my head, first by putting standard treatment in perspective.

If you're on Earth, the first thing you should do is start surgery. When it comes to brain surgery, neither the Imperial Medical Corps nor Pharma have any experience at all.

Experimental surgery is said to be underway at Novarut Pharmaceutical University, but the success rate is disastrous, with almost all of them dying within weeks of surgery.

You shouldn't have collected surgical formula information in the Holy Nation and obtained the help of Claude, an Imperial surgeon. The date of the surgery becomes her day of life.

There is not enough trust in the medical department of Imperial Medical School today to be entrusted with brain surgery.

But even while I'm doing this, the moment and the functioning of her brain are compromised.

Radiotherapy if you were to avoid surgery. Radioactive materials may not be able to be created, but doses are unlikely to be managed. This proposal is pending.

Chemotherapy as a standard treatment for glioblastoma is given by radiation therapy in combination with chemotherapy immediately after surgery.

(As an initial treatment, temozolomide, a cytotoxic drug, will also be considered for recurrence cases, such as avastin and nimustine…)

When Pharma puts the Blur pill in the eye, all the effects are limited.

Growth can be held back, but the indicator that it is temporal and lethal that it does not heal completely, the red light that dwells in the tumor, did not go away hard.

chemotherapy or other therapies without resection.

(If there is a divine drug that will definitely cure this......)

Pharma, who has been able to handle Divine Medicine after a short period of training, but it has targeted many, many temporarily, effects against evil spirits.

Even if the recipe exists, the lack of mycotic drugs has not led to the creation of something with a panacea effect.

I can only do things like extend the lives of people who die of refractory cancer a little bit, and it doesn't get to the root. As I watched her face, Pharma began to cry.

(What the hell is my existence? I can't believe I can even synthesize Divine Medicine, but I'm not going to be able to help her...)

Also, will I lose this disease?

Do you make the same loss twice, such a voice of heart irritates Pharma.

She is just a schoolgirl who has occasionally become the goddaughter of Pharma, but... but can't move on if she can't be helped and remains captured in the past again.

"Me, is something wrong? Now what..."

(It has to be something that definitely kills the cells. I can't have brain surgery or radiation therapy)

Blondel speaks to Pharma, who is stiff swallowed by the vortex of thought.

"May I return because the next lecture will begin?

"Oh, okay. In the meantime, go to your next lecture. I'll take another look at the time and talk."

"Yes...... sorry for the disturbance today. You may fall, but you will take the exam properly"

Watching her walk as she left, she was about to snap a few times in a place where there was nothing.

Farma, who was watching it dangerously, pulls out his cane and floats to catch up with her, touches Pong and Blondel's back, and does the divine trick.

("Rescue of Original Plains")

Brondell noticed Pharma's contact and glanced.

"Hey, what is it?

"Oh, no. With encouragement."

"I didn't see any signs, but I've been running?

The rescue of the original works on the surface against the critically wounded who are dying.

But we don't know if we can curb the progression of brain tumors. Still, I kept it with my insurance intent. Fortunately, the flutter in her walking seems contained after rescuing Orihara.

"Don't freak out"

"Sorry."

When I think about it, I think Pharma puts her head on the brink of sexual harassment.

Farma dropped her off with a small sigh, still lacking a treatment policy.

(You wouldn't be willing to take an exam in your current state and be evaluated for that grade)

Pharma took into account that other professors should root for temper measures if her test results were poor, and that if the presence of tumors seemed to support learning, the study would be discontinued… etc.

Pharma returns to the teaching room and starts a PC, pulling out a brain map showing the functional localization of the brain from materials she has DL and copied and stored in the Holy Land.

"Was the tumor around here?"

Her brain tumor is present in the frontal anterior field.

A place that can be called the command tower of the brain that captures thought, motor skills, and motivation, where about 2 cm of tumor is sitting.

"You said you couldn't remember anything new..."

That's a symptom that would appear if she was damaged by a hippocampus that grabbed her memory, but it's not the same as her tumor location.

"According to her main complaint, is it more accurate that she can't remember without concentrating? And he said that stealing test questions is in a state where neither good nor evil can be judged. This must be hard on him."

Her rehabilitation for brain damage is in the next phase, and treating the tumor as soon as possible is a prerequisite.

(Hopefully the tumor can be completely removed. But this tumor is spreading to stain the brain region)

Farma considered the idea of excluding chemotherapy without resecting the tumor, beyond what was found to be ineffective with chemotherapy.

"If chemotherapy doesn't work, until you physically kill it"

① Obstruct all the blood vessels that are feeding the tumor, causing the tumor to be attacked with food and necrosis.

② Label the tumor with antibodies and destroy each tumor with the ability to eliminate the labeled substance.

③ Push Pharma's hand into his brain, grip the tumor with both hands, and treat poisons, calcium and other substances that cause cell death in his hands in high concentrations.

④ Eliminate phospholipids and the like that make up DNA by specifying the range and induce cell death

Even if you kill a tumor, you have to be careful.

If you destroy a tumor all at once, a large number of nucleic acids and cell degradation products released from dead cells flood your blood, and that causes something called tumor collapse syndrome.

For this reason, it is better to divide it into several parts, or erase it with an area designation.

All of them should be viable ideas with Pharma today.

However, this tumor is finely spread to penetrate the inside of the sponge and is not perfect enough to destroy even the infiltrated cells.

(That's why I don't have time to leave you alone for a moment...)

This tumor progresses very quickly and can also double in size in a week or two.

If I can do it, I want to do it today.

"Professor! Good job!

Zoe served me tea and tea treats on the pharma I was thinking about.

"Now what's your problem?

"I was thinking of a cure for a patient who was a little difficult."

"I can't help you, can I? Shall I at least rub it on your shoulder?"

Zoe tries to rub his hand against Pharma's shoulder.

"No, I appreciate the feeling, but I'm fine now."

"I saw a professor skinning a female student from here in the big greenhouse, is that the patient?"

Thank you. They saw what happened in the greenhouse from the professor's room.

"That's the way to put it. What makes you think that?"

"I thought it was rare to come into contact with a female student from a professor, so I was wondering if she was being treated or something"

"You're sharp."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. Professor, I'm your secretary."

Pharma briefly revealed to Zoë the situation in which Blondel was placed in order to clear up suspicions of sexual harassment.

There was something that I didn't want to hear about. It was Emerich in the lab next to the professor's office. The door is open and I can hear the whole thing. And with bad luck, Josephine came too.

"Professor! What's wrong with Blondell ⁉ Let me know more!

(Shit, was there Emerich and Josephine...)

Emerich wasn't even concerned about Pharma, especially since he was totally a lab resident and his presence in the lab had become routine. Pharma puts his forehead down that he has done it.

"Is Blondel a brain tumor...? Is that malignant?

Emerich stops at Pharma with a voice that is also close to screaming, and at the next moment he takes a textbook, his bible, from the next room and opens a page of brain tumors to show Pharma.

And Josephine came close, too.

"Which suspicion?

When Pharma reluctantly pressed his fingers, his expression hardened.

Because Emerich knows the horrors of glioblastoma.

"Oh my God, the situation is worse than that of me with familial lethal insomnia... median survival should have been within a year"

"Yes, it's that glioblastoma."

"Worst of all, can you only live a year, that guy? I can't believe he might not have next year."

Emerich asked which areas of the brain are present in which size.

And Pharma's answer returned, I don't divulge one word of it, I take notes. Emerich shrugs like it's gone.

"... Professor, I'm done experimenting today, so I'm going to cut it up and go home soon"

"You're annoying. I know you do, but we haven't talked yet."

"Yes, I won't say anything else if my mouth is torn"

Josephine also replied, "Me too," with a blue face.

Farma didn't trust Emerich and Josephine's mouth firmness, but it's too easy to understand, especially since Emerich is the type that can't be hidden in his face.

It doesn't make sense that Blondel notices you before you know the cure.

"What does the professor intend to do with this tumor?"

Josephine asks roughly. As far as Josephine knows, there's no cure, it's hopeless.

"I'm thinking about what I'm gonna do, but I'm not gonna leave it like that. Plus, we don't have zero percent survival."

"I wanted to hear that word. I'll try to figure out a cure too, surgical excision would be best, but have you thought about that too?

"Oh, I'm looking at all possibilities"

"Well, I'd like to join the treatment, too. Excuse me, sir."

When Emerich put Farma's words in his ear, he left the teaching room with a resolute foothold.

"Wow, me too... can't I do something"

"I wonder if Mr. Josephine would be happy to teach her how to study"

"Okay. I'll tell you the best I can."

Josephine nodded forcefully and pulled into the lab.

Farma has never thought of them as a force for the treatment of refractory diseases.

However, Emerich has already begun to study modern medicine and to take the road to overcoming hereditary diseases for which no cure has yet been found in Earth's medicine.

I guess Emerich has something to empathize with her, especially as a keeper of fatal brain disease.

"Right, better have a lot of brains"

Pharma was noticed by the growth of her godson and nodded one big time as if to alter her perception.

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Emerich found the appearance of Blondell among the students taking exam preparation in the library.

Approaching with a big crotch, sitting more and more in the next seat. Brondell shrugged his shoulder, overwhelmed by Emerich, who had sat next to him despite having other seats.

Emerich is just a big, crude impression young man. He has also taken problematic action to sell a fight in a theological match to Pharma because he is soggy.

When that guy gets sloppy, he gets frightened, even if it's not Blondel.

"What?

"Do this, never drop the exam"

Emerich handed several notebooks to push them to Blondell.

It's a note that he, one of the best in the school year, didn't lend to anyone else if they asked him to.

"Do it... Without this, what would you do to study?"

"I've just been tested. I've got a full score."

To Emerich, who answers with a straight face, Brondell ate.

I hate it when I say it confidently in front of inferior students again, and it makes me cock.

"You didn't go to lectures a few times. That's why I missed the lecture. Do it."

"Do you even remember when I didn't attend? You were in the front row."

"I'm careful during the lecture, I'll notice anything trivial."

Even to his brilliance in answering as a matter of course, Brondell bumped into frustration.

"You're nervous... what, you've come to laugh at me. What a fool! I wish for your notebook!

"I'm risking my life studying because I'm literally risking my life"

"What?"

"If I don't fight with all my spirit with the skill and knowledge I can possess, I'll die."

One deep breath, Emerich shot through Brondell with a straight gaze.

"Me, you, anybody."

Emerich sticks his fingertips to her forehead.

"It's even hard for humans to make sure we live a future just ahead of us. What I could do today might not be possible tomorrow, I don't know what's going on tomorrow"

"... what are you drunk on yourself?

Blondel looks like she sees something disgusting and makes her eyes glimpse.

"So I live to the best of my ability only today. That pile will keep me alive."

"What do you want?"

"Live every day thinking you're gonna die tomorrow"

Emerich left the spot as he blurted away.

Later Brondell and his notebook were left on the library desk.

"Talk to yourself and push your notebook... that's great, dude. Tomorrow I'm gonna have to poke this notebook back at you."

When Brondell, distracted from studying, cleared his desk and went outside the library, he bowled with Josephine.

"Good evening, Natalie Blondell. Good luck with your exam studies. What are your plans for the future?

"... but I'm going home to the dorm"

"Good! Come home with me!

Josephine hits her shoulder and invites her forcefully.

"Hey. Won't you come to us? My mom and dad are on a business trip today, and the servants are free and nobody's here, so you can stay, and let's study exams together. It would be better for both of us to do this than to study alone."

Brondell and Josephine are not so close alumni.

It is uncomfortable for me to talk to you suddenly and ask you to come home.

"Why? I'm Emerich Bauer. With you, maybe, with the professor?

"It's the same undergraduate discipline, I'm a classmate, so I hope you cared."

"... extra help."

"Look, you're just going back to the dorm, right? Here you are, I have a delicious stew I ordered in the morning."

Brondell followed Josephine's house so she could be pulled in half.

Josephine took a seat with the brondel that seemed to be out of place in the room, sifted bread, stew, and a grilled fish dinner to the brondel, and the two of us ate deliciously.

"Welcome. Then I'm going home. Sorry to bother you, it's too late."

"Uh, we're going to study tests together, you're going to study when you get home anyway, right?

When it comes to what pre-test students do, all they have to do is study. Blondel gets stuck in words.

Josephine quickly prepared a cup of tea for both of us and retained the brondel.

I had no choice but to get her notes and text out too.

After some time had elapsed...... Josephine, who was watching Blondell at hand, stated his awareness.

"Hey, Natalie. It's not important there. Here's the main point of this section. And then I skipped a page."

"Huh? Why are you looking at me so much? You're really crazy."

"Sorry, studying with me made me wonder"

Blondel seemed to be having difficulty choosing between information on whether brain tumors were interfering with his thinking skills. Plus, it's becoming more prone to anger. So Josephine softly discusses the gist.

Blondel's way of studying doesn't end up forever, rather than in my head. Time is not boundless, so we need to save money.

Listening to Josephine's lecture, Brondell suddenly turned his head.

"I'm getting a headache..."

"So, are you okay? Headache pills?

"Even if it is. You can't keep your head up when you talk a lot at once."

"Nana..."

Josephine sighs relieved knowing it wasn't a headache caused by the tumor.

Brondell remembered and took his notebook out of the bag.

"Speaking of which, Emmerich Bauer gave me the notebook."

"What, wow! Mr. Emerich, I've never lent a notebook to anyone. What, you gave it to me!?

"I don't know why I suddenly gave it to me either. I never talked to him properly. I just left my notebook where I was absent."

Josephine looked "alas" at Emerich's blatant support, but swung her head plumply to the left and right to fix it.

"But if you narrow down the gist and study while watching this, it's easy for you to get into your head! He lent it to me, and let me use it."

Josephine turns her notebook with joy. It's something Josephine had never seen either.

With that said, the notes she had turned to pieces were pinched and sent to Blondel.

"Oh, he wrote to Natalie. Maybe a love letter."

"Yeah? That's not true, don't."

Still, it was better to check the contents quickly, so Brondell decided to read the letter while Josephine took a seat in the bathroom. What was written there was a genealogical diagram showing the genetic patterns of familial diseases, written in the form of descriptions that had just been learned, which is unfathomable when it comes to letters.

However, the annotation of the individual showing Emerich in the lineage diagram is accompanied by a word like this.

"The keeper of lethal familial insomnia?

Blondel, who doesn't know such a word, searches the index of textbooks.

I finally read the description I discovered.

"He... dies..."

Not just Emerich, but my brother and sister all die.

Blondel learned Emerich's position, knew what his words meant, and put his head over it.

"You're using your time before you die to confront incurable illness to cure yourself and your family?

Blondel closes his notebook.

And he held his fist on the table, and his fist trembled as a mess.

"Yeah, I figured out how he got into the lab ahead of school year. I know you're always desperate."

Brondell cried out on the spot. I cried even when my tears withered.

Josephine back from the bathroom offers her a handkerchief.

"What's wrong? Emmerich, did you write something terrible?

I'm going home. I can't stay like this.

"Ugh, yeah. Take care and go home, okay?

From that day on, there was a figure of Brondell who remained in the library until late at night.

When Josephine spoke up from time to time, he seemed to be studying with fierce momentum, based on Emerich's notes. And she actively started asking questions to Josephine and Emerich.

At first, she was studying inefficiently, and it seems that she has been getting the hang of studying more and more.

Thus, a few days after the end of the periodic exam of fate. It was the first lecture after the test of Pharma, which became the most difficult difficulty.

"You have finished your exam and will return your answers to the test"

Farma returns the answers one by one after finishing scoring the exam.

There are five top performers read out. Emerich scores full as proclaimed. Josephine Barrier is the next point. Brondell, who naturally had no name among the top performers, had a gesture of prayer. And at last Brondell's name was called.

Receive answers with both hands from a child professor standing on the podium. She has a lot of strength on her shoulders to accept the declaration of her retention.

"Seventy-five points. You passed."

"Eh."

Blondel stares at the answer with her eyes open and an expression on her face, such as incredible. In Pharma's autograph, a narrative of the wrong part was written in detail.

"Normally received..."

"Well done. It's your strength."

Pharma praised subtly and called the name of the next student.

On that day, Brondell had lunch to thank Emerich and Josephine.

Emerich made so many replacements to put it on or even this.

"Thanks, both of you. I feel like I can work a little harder."

Emerich and Josephine looked at each other and smiled as if they had shared their thoughts.