The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 34

Episode 34. Health Status Questionnaire (1)

Hooked!

The thorn moved.

It was pushed down mercilessly. It penetrated the delicate skin of a human being. The solemn guardsman unconsciously grabbed the white sheet tightly.

“Okay!”

“…it hurts?”

“No, that’s not it…”

“But why are you so cruel? “With just one thorn this size.”

“….”

“Not anyone else, but a member of the Royal Guard. Tsk tsk.”

“But still…”

the guard responded with a frown on his face.

“I guess it’s because there are thorns stuck in my face…”

“So you’re scared?”

“It’s not that I’m scared…”

“Aha. “You’re afraid.”

“….”

“are you okay. Don’t die. He said his nose was stuffy. In that case, place it here like this.”

Sigh!

“…Kk!”

Another thorn stuck in the acupuncture point next to the bridge of the guard’s nose. A joyful smile appeared at the corner of Rachiel’s mouth.

“Stay like this for a moment. Don’t touch the thorns. Now what next?”

The next patient(?) attendant, who was sitting on the next bed and waiting, twitched his shoulders. He asked, looking closely.

“Hey, His Highness the Crown Prince?”

“huh. say.”

“Yes, do I have to get stabbed too?”

“Didn’t you do that to yourself earlier when you were in pain? “These days, my intestines keep grumbling and I fart a lot.”

“I did, but…”

“Then there is a perfect way.”

“Other than getting stabbed… isn’t there a better way?”

“Yes, none.”

“….”

“I’m just kidding. Why isn’t there another treatment method? But this is the simplest treatment method.”

Rakiel brought his right hand to his shoulder. The hedgehog on his shoulder shouted as if he had been waiting.

“Little girl!”

I shouted and strengthened my grip.

My whole body was shaking.

Sign!

A white thorn was launched and landed softly on Rakiel’s right hand. Rachiel said.

“Now take off your shoes and stretch your legs.”

“…yes?”

“I need to get acupuncture.”

“You mean on your feet?”

“uh.”

“….”

The attendant could not understand.

He said his lower stomach was grumbling and he kept farting. But why would you put acupuncture on a foot that has nothing to do with your stomach?

‘Are you just trying to harass me?’

I guess it seems like that.

Our Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Before, he was hysterical every day. Now I wondered if he had invented another ingenious way to harass people.

But this side has no power. If you crawl, you just crawl, if you roll, you just roll. The servant took off his shoes and held out his feet with a resigned expression.

And on the other hand, I thought. I couldn’t wash my feet separately. I wonder if the smell is making the crown prince angry.

But those worries were unfounded. The crown prince held up a towel soaked in water without any hesitation. I cleaned his feet thoroughly. I flinched and tried to take my foot away, but my ankle was grabbed.

“Relax. “If you’re nervous, it’s not good for your energy and blood circulation.”

“….”

This is too sincere for bullying people. So I’m a little confused. The servant obediently relaxed his strength. Rakiel’s hands moved quickly.

Tot!

A white thorn pierced a slightly hollow spot on the side of the attendant’s foot, in front of the medial malleolus. There was a Sangguhyeol (商丘穴) there.

“If your intestines don’t have a chance to rest and you fart frequently, it’s called a ‘stupid stomach.’ At times like that, if you take control of this place, your situation will be at ease. If you still feel uncomfortable after getting acupuncture today, apply acupressure pressure here with your thumb. okay?”

“….”

“And before going to bed, it’s okay if you lie down and press the big toe on the opposite side for 5 minutes at a time. Alternately on both sides. Then you will sleep well.”

“Are you sure?”

“Then should I lie?”

Rakiel chuckled.

I left the servant who still had a dazed expression behind me and looked around the hall. There are more beds than before. Numerous people were lying or sitting on top of it, waiting. They were all servants and servants of the royal guard of the villa.

Looking at them, I suddenly remembered something from a few days ago.

♣

“I need to open a hospital in the villa.”

“…yes?”

It was lunchtime on the day when an employment contract with gladiators was signed and a special unit was created. While we were eating, we talked about our future plans. Sir Gardin’s eyes widened at those words.

“What do you mean by that?”

“hospital. I don’t know?”

“Of course I know.”

“yes? That’s it. “I’m going to open a hospital.”

“You mean here in the villa?”

“uh.”

I nodded.

He said it as if it was obvious.

“That’s how I live.”

“…Yes?”

“Well, to put it roughly, I think that if I open a hospital here and many people get healed and become happy, I will also be happy.”

It’s true.

It’s really, really true.

We need to care for as many patients as possible. We need to cure the illnesses of countless people and increase their life expectancy. Only then will this party be able to fully enjoy the bonus life. If so, wouldn’t the happiness index graph look like a cake?

‘That’s a true win-win for the patient and me!’

As such, he said it with sincerity.

Thanks to you, Sir Gardin?

The turbulent heart was properly captured.

“…Zeueoeonhaa!”

“Oh sir. It’s a surprise. What. “Why are you doing that again this time?”

“Me for so long! “I think I misunderstood Your Highness!”

“misunderstanding? “What misunderstanding?”

“To be honest, I thought you were a selfish person!”

“uh. “I guess I’m selfish.”

“no! “Now I see it wasn’t!”

“….”

“I think I understand. I finally realized it later. “He said that he would be happy if he opened a hospital in this villa and took care of many people. This shows the great love and service he has for this society.”

“Uh, I am….”

“No. You don’t have to deny it, I know. How can I not know? As your doctor, I know better than anyone else in the world that Your Majesty is still in discomfort. But even though he still carries a sick body… he thinks of other people’s pain first… I was really touched, Jeonheu! “Sigh!”

“….”

Okay, think whatever you want.

It would be more convenient for me.

‘Hehe, indeed.’

I just laughed. When I thought about it, I thought it would be okay for us to have Lord Gardin misunderstand us like that.

It was natural.

Sir Gardin doesn’t know the inside story of this side at all. You won’t even be able to guess things like bonus life and such.

‘It would be better to cosplay as a saint than to reveal it and be treated like a crazy person.’

The crown prince thinks of his people first even though he himself suffers from illness. I thought it was a very good cause and title. I was glad for the unexpected misunderstanding.

‘Then, by opening a hospital or an oriental medicine clinic here in the villa, I won’t face any restraint or backlash from those around me. It’s an act that has a good cause. Besides… there needs to be a title like that so more people will come to visit.’

People come to visit. Making people come on their own to receive treatment. I thought that was the most important thing.

‘I shouldn’t go and visit them one by one.’

What if this person always goes looking for patients?

First of all, it is dangerous. In particular, sanitary conditions will be extremely poor in places such as slums where there are many patients. But what if you go in and out of there with a body like this, with a miserable immune system? You will soon contract all kinds of diseases, including syphilis and tuberculosis.

If that happens, it’s over.

‘I already have extremely low stamina and poor physical strength, but if I get caught for something like that… I won’t even be able to use my hands. I sat quietly in front of King Yeomna and received friendly career advice. Phew. ‘Let’s stop thinking nonsense.’

Rakiel shook his head.

The problem was not just risk. It’s tiring for us to visit each patient one by one. Moreover, it is less efficient. We cannot accept many patients at once. It is impossible to escape the situation of surviving with a meager bonus life span.

‘That would be difficult. Because the bonus life settlement rate is quite low. 1950 to 1? Even if it increases the life expectancy of one patient by 100 years… the bonus life expectancy that is paid out is only 18.46 days. It only increases by 18 days.’

If you increase your life expectancy by a whopping 100 years, you only get an 18-day bonus. But what if this person goes looking for patients one by one?

The balance is not right. In the worst case, the time it takes to treat a patient will be much longer than the bonus lifespan that is paid out.

‘So, it’s unconditional. You have to make patients come to you. Moreover, the villa here is extremely large and spacious, so there is enough space to accommodate hospitalization facilities.’

If you decide to build it, it can be raised to the level of a general hospital. What if they even run an inpatient ward? It will be possible to treat dozens or hundreds of patients at once. This means establishing a highly efficient bonus life settlement supply and demand system(?).

‘After all, economies of scale!’

But that didn’t mean there was only an optimistic outlook. I said it with that in mind.

“Hmm, I’m glad that Sir Gardin is happy. “Anyway, I’m planning to run a hospital here in the villa, so I’m thinking of giving treatment to our villa family members first as a pilot.”

“yes? “Do you mean people from separate palaces?”

“uh. “That’s how we get publicity.”

“Promotion?”

“Hmm.”

I nodded.

He said it as if it was obvious.

“Think about Lord Gardin. Let’s say you open a hospital in a villa and spread the word that you will accept patients. But if that happens, will people flock to get treatment?”

“That’s… um… ah.”

“got it?”

“Yes, Your Highness. “I guess this is a separate palace.”

“yes. It must be burdensome. Especially for commoners.”

If you think about it, it was natural.

This is clearly a villa. It is a palace where the crown prince resides. It is a place that overwhelms visitors with its dazzling visuals from the first impression. But can ordinary people come to a place like this without any burden?

“It must be difficult for commoners. Oh, I have a cold. Should I get treatment from His Majesty the Crown Prince? “I wonder how many commoners are willing to visit like this?”

“I guess so.”

“yes. Besides, the nobles are even more so?”

“Yes?”

“lets think. This is the palace where I, the crown prince, stay. But let’s say someone who is a nobleman comes here to get medical treatment. Will the surrounding nobles see that with pure eyes?”

“That’s… probably not true. “I think it can be interpreted that that nobleman is trying to string you along.”

“I guess so. “It will be seen as an act that is somehow politically motivated.”

“Because that’s what nobles are.”

“that’s right. “A people who attaches political meaning to even trivial actions.”

I laughed quietly.

I thought that the behavior patterns of superiors were similar regardless of time and place. The nobles here would also be the same. Perhaps they would feel more burdensome about visiting the villa than commoners.

“You can’t do that. In the end, no one will come here for treatment and only flies will fly away.”

Well, this plan is crazy.

It will fail before it can be fixed. There will be no bonus life bomb settlement. Just as the Bukyung Oriental Medical Clinic, which had been operating frugally in Korea, went bankrupt without a single patient.

‘…I think I’m going to get PTSD.’

I quickly gave up my negative thoughts. I said, pledging myself to stay alert.

“Anyway, that’s why we need effective promotion. Something like a medical treatment case that might catch people’s attention. “As this spreads through word of mouth, more and more people will come here to receive treatment.”

Then, the performance becomes word of mouth. As word of mouth spreads, more patients come in. More medical treatment cases will be reproduced through word of mouth. Isn’t that exemplary voluntary viral marketing?

Fortunately, Lord Gardin seemed to understand our intentions well.

“Are you saying you want to treat people in the villa to create a medical case that will become the first word of mouth?”

“That’s it. So, gather the villa family members right now.”

♣

It was a few days ago that I said…

‘Whoa. ‘I’ve been busy since then.’

Rachiel, who was checking the wrist of a maid, came out of her thoughts. I was really quite busy after that day. The servants and maids who work in the villa. Other odd jobs. And even a member of the Royal Guard.

The total number was close to 500 people. We examined them one by one carefully. We provided customized treatment for each patient.

For some, it’s a relief. He also made a decoction for someone. Most of the other people were given acupuncture needles. It was a busy few days that really drained my stamina. However, the problem was that the results were not as good as expected.

‘…No one is seriously ill.’

This was the case even though we looked at as many as 500 people.

‘In the first place, a person with serious health problems would not be qualified to work in a palace like this. I overlooked that fact.’

If you think about it, it was natural. But now, because of that obvious thing, there is a setback in the plan.

‘Tsk. ‘Everyone is so healthy it’s a disaster.’

The only pain I had was athlete’s foot, stomatitis, constipation, or a light cold. From the perspective of the oriental medicine doctor taking care of the patient, it was truly a good thing. But what about those who have to take care of the bonus life? It was a pity.

‘The total bonus lifespan earned by taking care of 500 people is only 2 days. Moreover, if this is the case… it is not possible to create a successful treatment case that is enough to spread word of mouth.’

A major treatment case that could go viral. A treatment case full of impact.

In a word, it’s ready to become an advertisement!

It wasn’t being made.

That was the biggest problem.

“Isn’t there anyone seriously ill?…”

While eating lunch after completing a small morning treatment for the villa family, I couldn’t help but sigh. Would it be better to kidnap a few people from the slums? Many worries came rushing out like deep, rich espresso and bone broth.

A sense of crisis that this should not be the case. I feel anxious and hope that someone who is dramatically ill will show up. I chewed the salad, which was a mix of two emotions crashing into each other in a negative way.

But then suddenly.

‘…Huh, wait a minute.’

Rakiel paused. I felt something flashing through my mind.

“Lord Gardin.”

I raised my head.

I called Sir Gardin.

“Tell the Chamberlain to make 500 questionnaires right now.”

“…yes?”

Sir Gardin tilts his head. As Rakiel looked back at him, a smile of conversion appeared on his lips.

“A questionnaire to be distributed to all members of the villa. “A perfect title for the survey would be ‘Questionnaire on the health status of family members working in villas.’”

Rakiel was sure.

What if the family members of the star sign are very healthy? Still, there must be at least one person in the family who is seriously ill! Called.