The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 473

Episode 473 Direct Buddha Road Open (1)

A few days have passed.

“majesty?”

“huh?”

“Have there been more necklace decorations?”

“uh. I know.”

I was in the middle of seeing a doctor. A patient suffering from a migraine was brought to Buddhahood (?) with my weak hand and was trying to catch his breath for a moment when Sir Gardin boarded the ambulance clinic. Then, he tilted his head while looking at the necklace here.

“Isn’t that… a pebble?”

“uh. that’s right.”

“Did you get it from a child?”

“huh. “That’s also true.”

“Georges the other day? “He also walked around with the piece of wood that the child gave him.”

“Uh huh. “It’s just decoration and medical expenses.”

“Still, I’m worried, Your Highness.”

“What else?”

“I’m afraid that every time you treat a child patient, you keep getting something and you keep wearing it around your neck again.”

“What’s wrong with this? Strange?”

“It’s not strange…”

“So? “What’s the problem?”

“I’m worried about your highness’s neck health.”

“huh?”

Does this sound like some kind of nonsense? Sir Gardin said with an expression of genuine concern.

“Isn’t Your Highness still a weakling?”

“huh?”

“I know, Your Majesty. “I don’t know if other people have already forgotten, but I’m talking about the days when your Majesty was lying in bed thinking about today and tomorrow until just 2 or 3 years ago.”

“Oh yeah. however?”

“That is so, Your Majesty. I am very happy and happy to see you regaining your health much better than before, but at the same time, I cannot help but feel worried. “I was afraid that if you overexert yourself like this every day, you might collapse at some point.”

“Well, I’m definitely a bit tired these days.”

“That’s right! “You’re already tired, so why don’t you wear a few of those necklaces around your neck, then dozens of them!”

“If you go?”

“The weight is putting a strain on my neck joints!”

“good night?”

“My neck muscles keep straining and getting tight! My trapezius muscles are soaring! Suffer from chronic headaches! Your nerves are increasing! The family is shaken! “Society is collapsing!”

“…Lord Gardin?”

“Yes, Your Highness!”

“Is that what you came here for?”

“Oh, that’s…”

“No, right? Then, let’s start with business.”

“Ah yes, Your Highness.”

Sir Gardin, who seemed excited(?) for a moment, was calmed down. Only then did Sir Gardin hesitantly reveal the reason for coming here.

“I have a patient who is a bit difficult.”

“Hmm, embarrassing?”

“yes.”

“What kind of disease is it?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“You don’t know?”

“I cough from time to time and have some difficulty breathing. However, it is unclear whether it is a cold, a lung disease, or tuberculosis, and no treatment or medicine is available.”

“Are you the patient you received directly?”

“no. At first, I received treatment at an internal medicine clinic. There was no traffic there either, so I took charge of it. But…”

“You couldn’t make a clear diagnosis.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Then bring it back right away.”

“Your Highness is so busy….”

“Well. Tsk.”

Rakiel had a bitter taste in his mouth. Now that I think about it, I’ve been very busy these days. Thousands of dead. This was because every day was devoted to medical treatment, taking them one by one to the ambulance clinic.

Thanks to this, the entire annex oriental medicine clinic was on emergency mode these days. Especially himself. This was because he almost took over the patients with mild symptoms, who accounted for most of the dead, as if he had them all to himself.

‘Naeson Yakson was a perfect medicine for eliminating pain and discomfort in patients with mild symptoms.’

Was it the day after treating the sneezing rhinitis of the deceased child Ejian? He said he used the My Weak Hands skill to comfort a child who was crying because his knee was scratched. I didn’t expect much at first. It was because the opponent was a dead man.

But it wasn’t. The effect was immediate. The child who was suffering from a bruised knee felt comfortable in an instant. Thanks to this, the Buddha was completed in one queue.

It was from then on.

Among the dead, they began to take care of all those with minor symptoms. The result is a hundred and fifty. Most patients with mild symptoms can directly reach the door of reincarnation by riding in an ambulance clinic just once.

‘Thanks to you, my palms have become very chapped.’

Rachiel, looking back on the intense past few days, swallowed a bitter smile and asked Sir Gardin.

“So what about the patient? “Did you bring it?”

“Yes, Your Highness. Sir Frandel is running on your back.”

“…Is your condition so bad that you can’t even run on your own?”

“At least it wasn’t like this until yesterday.”

“Bring it to me right now.”

“Still, it’ll arrive soon… Ah, it’s here!”

Shake!

It was the moment when Sir Gardin looked back.

Someone jumped into the back of the ambulance clinic cart and landed roughly. It was Lord Frandel who was carrying the dead man.

“Whoo whoo!” “I brought the patient… Your Majesty!”

Sir Frandel’s whole body was covered in sweat. It could have been so. The dead who have not attained Buddhahood are being pushed away at a speed of 65 kilometers per hour. This means that if you want to carry someone like that and come here, you have to run at a speed of at least 65 kilometers. And that’s while maintaining mana in the hand holding the dead person!

“It must have been difficult. here. Lay the patient down. “Let’s take a breather.”

“Thank you so much, Your Highness!”

Lord Frandel, who had laid the patient down on the bed in the clinic, stretched out. Rachiel left him in the care of Lord Gardin and immediately checked on the patient’s condition.

The patient was an elderly grandfather.

“Elder? hello?”

“…Sseueueueueueuheu ah hello….”

“If you’re in too much pain, you don’t have to force yourself to say anything. The elderly person has now come to the clinic. From now on, I will take care of you. So, please lie down comfortably.”

“Thank you… Tsk! “Seuhyup!”

The old man was having trouble even breathing. This is not a situation to relax. Rachiel, who sensed the patient’s unusual condition, immediately grabbed the patient’s wrist. I channeled a little mana into my fingertips and activated the True Vein skill.

Ding dong!

[Begin taking pulse.]

[Scanning.]

[3… 2… 1…]

[The pulse results have been received.]

[Please check the

below.]

“…. “

What was the result?

Rachiel looked down.

‘Since he’s a dead person anyway, let’s skip physical specifications such as height and weight and start with the general opinion.’

[Comprehensive opinion: Overall, the body is aged. Typical Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease (COPD) is detected. This patient worked in a blacksmith shop his entire life, and in the process inhaled far more fine particles than the average person. In addition, due to the habit of smoking to forget the hardships of labor, the inflammation of the bronchial tubes continued to worsen, the mucous glands enlarged, and as a result, excessively produced phlegm clogged the bronchial tubes. Currently, this patient has reached stage 4 severe COPD and suffers from severe airflow limitation (FEV1 < 30%) and chronic respiratory failure. There is no practical treatment at this stage, and it is believed that taking measures to prevent complications such as pulmonary hypertension and cor pulmonale from occurring is the best option.] “…. ” This is not good. Very bad. Rakiel felt suffocated as she looked at the comprehensive opinion. 'This patient came too late.' It's too late at least. Almost 10 years? ‘After all, you have COPD…’ I sighed. On the other hand, the characteristics of the disease COPD also came to mind. Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease. Commonly known as COPD. Actually, this disease is not that rare. Strictly speaking, it is a much more common disease than you might think, even in 21st century Korea. 'Because the strongest cause of this disease is smoking. Even if you just look at the statistics, about 15% of smokers suffer from a mild level of COPD.' So, it can be said that almost 1/6 of smokers in Korea suffer from COPD. Some people may say that it can't be true and that it doesn't feel real, but this is an absolute fact. Because it's really true. 'Especially for people who have smoked for a long time, the risk increases. When you smoke for a long time, your bronchial tubes are continuously stimulated, microscopic inflammation occurs due to the stimulation, and in order to expel the inflammation, the mucous glands enlarge and produce more phlegm. However, the harmful chemicals contained in cigarettes paralyze the fine hair cilia (ciliun) that push phlegm out of the bronchi and reduce their mobility.' then? Phlegm becomes difficult to move out of the bronchi. But phlegm continues to form. The more phlegm there is, the harder the stimulated mucus glands work. More phlegm is produced. The more this happens, the more phlegm accumulates. However, due to low motility and paralyzed cilia, accumulated phlegm cannot move out of the bronchial tubes. More piles up. 'It's a typical vicious cycle. But people don't realize that. I just have a lot of phlegm in the morning. I'm getting more phlegm than before. Just think about it like this. because. Because the symptoms of that vicious cycle progress very slowly over a long period of time.' It's like a frog in slowly boiling water. Or, it is like a stock that falls by 1 won a day. Every day, I have a hard time feeling reality. But what happens after 10 or 20 years? What about after you reach your mid-40s to 50s? I finally feel out of breath. 'But even then, they don't know much. Most people think it's just because they're old and out of breath.' In this way, approximately 3 million people, the potential number of COPD patients in the Republic of Korea in the 21st century, are positive(?). Even today, in real time. 'Besides, this patient… came too late at least.' Rachiel looked at the dead old man on the bed with a sad heart. A stage where even breathing becomes difficult. It was a typical terminal phenomenon. 'How do I treat it?' Rakiel's mind became busy. But no answer came to mind. Even at oriental medical school, I did not learn how to treat COPD. No, this was a disease classified as an incurable disease that could not be cured even by modern medicine. Once you get it, a complete cure is impossible. That you have to live with it for the rest of your life. In this way, you have to endure the rest of your life with the goal of maintaining the status quo by only preventing the worsening of symptoms. It's like having to keep using a cell phone with a broken screen until the contract ends. That was the worst and scariest thing about COPD. 'no smoking? Now it's too late for them. Surgery such as lung volume reduction surgery or lung transplantation is impossible here in the first place. Prescription for improvement through respiratory rehabilitation? Considering the patient's condition, that is already impossible. 'I guess I should try using a medicine that induces bronchial dilation.' Must survive. I want to save it. Because that was the promise with the King of Hell. Treating their diseases, curing them completely, and finally sending them safely to the door of reincarnation. Because that is our job. No, even if that wasn't the case, I wanted to save it. These were people who were caught up in an unexpected disaster and met a sad death. I wanted to bring those people back to life at least through a similar experience. Even if it's just a feeling. Still, I wanted to save it. It was from then on. Rakiel became very busy. I tried my best to extract the phlegm from the deceased elderly man. I caught almost a bucketful of phlegm. Nevertheless, my breathing did not improve at all. Acupuncture points were applied to improve the movement of energy and blood in the lungs. I took a break. I brewed a decoction. Without even having time to experiment with the medicinal ingredients, he used the best combination he had learned. Still, there was no significant improvement. No, as half a day passed, the condition got worse. “Prince Hwa… I… ha…. ah… bitter…” “Yes, old man. Please speak." “No more… I… “It seems wrong…” “Don’t say that.” The dead old man's breath became thin as if he were about to stop. Rachiel, who was cooling the decoction she had just finished brewing, urgently grabbed the old man's hand. The moment our eyes met, I was able to feel it intuitively. There isn't much time left for this old man. “Still… thank you… for… caring… like this…” “Elder…” Elder … The shadow of death appeared over his eyes. My breathing became even shallower. The smile as I looked this way faded. That was the last time. Before you know it, your head is slowly falling. Eyelids that close without strength. Fingers drooping. The last gesture of my life was like that. Even if he is a dead man. “….” Rakiel stroked the back of the old man’s hand with a solemn feeling. It was heartbreaking. It was devastating. Because I couldn't keep my promise to the King of Hell to treat the dead? no. It was because of guilt and responsibility for the patient who died in his clinic. 'sorry.' What if this patient had been discovered a little earlier? Should I have started with decoction? It couldn't be possible, but I felt like all of these results were my fault. It hurt. This regret. My own imperfection. Even these tears that eventually form. It was then. “Hai goo, am I dead now?” "…uh?" The tears that had been forming in the corners of my eyes were about to fall. The dead elderly man who had just died opened his eyes with sparkles. And isn't he looking up at me with a much more relaxed face than before? “Seeing how comfortable it is, it’s true that I’m dead. “If I had known this would happen, I would have died a long time ago.” “…Huh?” “Then now I am really going, Your Highness? “No, Director?” “….” Grinning. Just like the grief here that is instantly destroyed(?) and scattered, the soul of an elderly person boards the direct Buddha road as soon as he realizes his death! Lord Rakieldo Gardin. They both stared blankly at the spot where the dead elder disappeared after reaching Buddhahood. And a moment later, the shooting star of a bright idea in Rakiel's head made a powerful landing between the 37th folds of the prefrontal cortex. "Ha ha ha ha ha…?" It was a moment of enlightenment that occurred to me, thanks to witnessing the sad death(?) of a deceased elderly person and the process of attaining Buddhahood, when I came up with the secret to attaining Buddhahood through rocket delivery to the remaining critically ill patients.