The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 542

Episode 542 Treatment of the whole body (1)

“A little bit of my lead, a healing medicine that is a product of modern medicine, the magic of Dragon King Berkis, the radiation of Magic Sword-235, the Archangel’s extreme sincerity, and the grit and madness of all those mentioned above in an appropriate ratio. “Mix it well?”

“Oh my…”

Rakiel responded calmly.

Archangel Lloyd frowned for a moment. And I succeeded in summarizing what I just heard into one sentence.

“Are you saying you’re going to hit everything you can?”

“yep. “You are correct.”

“But why am I there?”

“Of course you will help me, right?”

“If you take help for granted, you won’t want to help, right?”

“Then of course you will help me, right?”

“Isn’t gratitude a priority?”

“It’s late, but thank you very much.”

“I don’t like losing beats all the time.”

“sorry. “Because I’m a bit of an idiot.”

“are you okay. “I’m tone deaf.”

“Is that so?”

“uh.”

“It must have been difficult every time you had to sing.”

“no. “It was okay because I wasn’t the only one suffering.”

“Now that I think about it, it makes sense.”

“yes.”

“okay.”

Rachiel and Lloyd shook their heads with similar meaningful expressions.

Rachiel said.

“In any case, please consider producing using the sample.”

“OK. “I guess I’ll have to stay here for the night instead.”

“Does it take one night to make ten days’ worth of medicine?”

“Power restrictions.”

“ah.”

“It’s not a completely different dimension like in Korea, so it’s not as limited as back then, but it’s still not heaven. So I can’t use all my powers.”

“Is that really the case?”

“yes. “The power that can be used is about… 0.1%?”

“Is that all you can use?”

“yes. So, the Demon King is trying to come down through this guy’s body.”

“Ah…”

That’s what it was.

After listening to the archangel, I finally felt like I understood a little bit. No matter how much the Demon King is, what if he directly materializes in another world without any special measures? You can only use about 0.1% of your power. So, they were making a fuss to take advantage of Damien.

“Then is there any way to force the Demon King to materialize?”

“Hmm?”

“By forcing Damian to appear directly instead of through his body. Forced summons or something like that.”

“Hmm, if that were possible, I would have done it already.”

“ah.”

“I would have called you to heaven and beaten you up with a shovel.”

“iced coffee.”

“But I guess I’m not doing that because it’s impossible, right?”

“I guess so?”

“yes. “Just wait one night.”

“yep.”

It was from then on.

Archangel Lloyd occupied a room in the villa and began mass production of Taxlitho samples. But it was a more difficult process than expected. They say there are samples, but because it’s a task of creating something from nothing? Because 99.9% of his power as an archangel is tied up?

It wasn’t.

The unexpected attack by visitors was the true source of Sample Parasol’s hardships.

“Whew. it’s tough. it’s hard.”

“….”

“I didn’t know either. “I never thought I would spend several days with my eyes wide open like this without a nap.”

“….”

“hey? “An archangel?”

“…I can hear you, Dragon King Berkis.”

“Ohh. Mr. Berkis.”

“Wrong?”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.”

It was just before midnight.

Archangel Lloyd, who was concentrating on mass producing samples, suddenly received a visit. Eventually, the person who calmly came inside was none other than the Dragon King Berkis. Thanks to this, Archangel Lloyd’s concentration was broken and his brow furrowed.

“What is going on this late at night? “I guess you can sleep.”

“I’m not sleeping anymore.”

“yes?”

What kind of ghost set menu are you talking about?

I wanted to ask…

However, Dragon King Berkis’ mouth opened half a beat earlier.

“I promised not to sleep for a while. Uh, so until the matter between Damian Cayenne and the Demon King is resolved.”

“…under. “The person who loves sleep more than anyone else has stopped sleeping.”

“Can’t you believe it? “I don’t believe it either.”

“How on earth did it get to that point?”

“My little boy… no, my wife asked me to be faithful.”

“So you promised? “Are you going to stop sleeping and work faithfully until the situation is resolved?”

“huh.”

“So you came to harass me because you feel unfair about not being able to sleep for a while?”

“huh.”

“….”

“A prickly and arrogant archangel has come down to the world, my home ground, with most of his power tied up, right? “If not now, when will I see this?”

“You still feel bad.”

“Should you just do it? “At one time, I was designated as the first member of the Dragon King Sponsorship Membership, and now.”

“…It’s been a while since I heard this. “The story of those days.”

“Does it bring back memories?”

“no. at all.”

“It’s not. “It was just for a moment, but your eyes were faint.”

“It’s because I’m sleepy. “Unlike others, I didn’t stop sleeping.”

“under. Envy you.”

“If you’re jealous, just go and sleep.”

“no. “I promised my wife!”

“….”

“But I’m sleepy. “I’m going crazy.”

“yes. “I’m going crazy too.”

Archangel Lloyd burst out laughing. In fact, I spoke harshly, but on the other hand, I felt a little reassured thanks to the presence of Dragon King Berkis.

The strongest person in this world who has already lived for thousands of years. A being that can compete with itself. Perhaps the most reliable force that everyone can rely on in the worst-case scenario where the Demon King descends in Damian’s body.

And one of the few beings left in this world who fully remembers his time as a human.

“It would have been great if I could have helped you like this back then.”

“at that time? 300 years ago? “You and the King of Hell?”

“yes.”

“At that time, it wasn’t the world that was dangerous, it was just you that was dangerous, right?”

“…Well, that was it.”

“That’s why I didn’t help you.”

“….”

“My wife is not in danger, so why did I come forward? “I need to take a nap.”

“….”

“But when will mass production of samples end?”

“There’s a lot left.”

“It’s slow.”

“If you’re frustrated, can you help me?”

“no. bothered.”

“….”

Just one.

I just want to hit you once.

Archangel Lloyd ground his teeth without realizing it, and Dragon King Berkis enjoyed the sight, relieving Sleepless’ stress.

♣

The morning dawned.

And then the time for treatment arrived.

“…but is this correct?”

Archangel Lloyd felt puzzled. And then I looked at Damian. Damian Cayenne, who will now receive intensive treatment for lung cancer, was not lying in a hospital bed. I wasn’t even in the hospital room. This was a small training hall attached to the most corner of the villa.

“If you were questioning the method of treatment, this method is correct, archangel.”

The answer was given by Damian, who was standing in the center of the training ground.

He wasn’t even wearing a hospital gown. Rather, it was closer to nudity. All he had on was underwear that covered his important parts, and he was even holding a magic sword made of uranium-235 in his hand.

Damian said.

“This is the method suggested by my lord. So this is correct.”

“…Hmm, just because my lord said it, does that mean it’s right?”

“Yes, archangel.”

“That’s great loyalty.”

“It’s faith.”

“It’s faith, but that’s about it.”

“It’s trust. Rather than faith.”

“What is it? Even if you want to appeal to the fact that you are not blind. “Why are you like that again?”

This time, the person Archangel Lloyd turned around to ask was none other than Rakiel. It’s not that it’s not, Rachiel was heavily armed, unlike Damian, who was almost naked.

“Oh, this is shielding armor.”

Rakiel answered while breathing heavily, weighed down by the weight of the shielding armor and the heat accumulating inside. He then pointed to the Demon Sword-235 in Damian’s hand.

“I guess it’s because it’s such a dangerous item. If I don’t wear this, I’m going to get really exposed to radiation…” “

…Okay. what. “You can take care of it yourself.”

As expected, medicine(?) is difficult. No, it’s actually medicine. Anyway, it’s complicated. can not understand. Honestly, the reinforced concrete formula would be much easier. Archangel Lloyd gave up analyzing the bizarre state of preparedness of the patients and medical staff unfolding before his eyes. I also gave up understanding. Let’s just watch. Thinking like that made me feel a little at ease.

Meanwhile, treatment began.

It was when Rakiel handed out the medicine.

“Now eat.”

“yes.”

Gulp!

The tarxo pill entered Damien’s esophagus with force. Immediately after that, Rachiel picked up a white thorn. Damian spread his arms wide.

Tot! Thodot! Tot tot!

Rakiel’s hands moved ceaselessly. Every time, thorns got stuck in various parts of Damian’s body. But there was one strange thing.

“Isn’t it normal for the patient to stay still and the person inserting the needle to move around?”

Lloyd, the inferior archangel, asked.

Rakiel responded, huffing from inside his shielding armor.

“Yes hoo hoo hoo! you’re right.”

“But why now?”

Why is it that you don’t move and the person who gets the acupuncture needles spins around in place while receiving the acupuncture needles?

The answer that came back was simple.

“Ah, I need to save my strength for times like this, huh huh!”

“….”

“This is a very precise work, and you don’t want the thorn to be inserted even an inch wrong or too deep or too shallow… Damian? A little toward the front of the left hip?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Tot!

“So… whoosh! From the very beginning, if I move around and do the basting, I will get more and more tired due to the weight of this armor, especially my forearms will feel very heavy, and later my arms will start shaking and I will huff! “I think the accuracy of acupuncture will be low?”

“Is that so?”

“yep.”

Thodot! Tot!

Even as the questions and answers were being exchanged, numerous thorns were sticking into Damian’s body. Of course, during this time, Rakiel’s concentration did not break in the slightest. No, his concentration continued to be at an all-time high.

‘There can’t be even the slightest mistake.’

Rakiel’s eyes lit up as he looked at Damian. The activated acupoint scanning tracked the flow of energy and blood in Damian’s body without missing a single strand. In particular, he tenaciously followed the energy of the Taxriso that had just been ingested by Damien and was dissolving in his stomach.

‘Good absorption rate.’

Fortunately, it was clearly visible that Damien’s stomach mucosa was absorbing the tarx lyso ingredient. It was from then on. Rachiel’s hour hand became busier.

“Damian? “Increase rotation speed by 50%.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

Be careful!

Damien’s toes also got busy. His toes wiggled more actively. The speed of spinning in place like a top similar to a snail has increased by 50%. Thick beads of sweat formed on Rachiel’s forehead.

‘It’s really important from now on.’

The needlework so far has been a preparatory work for the next process. This is the beginning. The results of treatment will be significantly different depending on which acupoints, routes, and in what order the medicinal ingredients of Taxlyso, which have begun to be absorbed into the gastrointestinal mucosa, are guided.

So from now on.

“Let’s start the sword dance.”

Coo!

It was the moment when Rachiel’s name fell.

Damian’s mood, who had been just squirming around in place, changed. The posture changed. The atmosphere was renewed. One of his feet hit the ground hard. I put both hands together and held the Demon Sword-235. I held it up in front of my chest. I took another step. Demon Sword-235 split the space with a standard slash.

At that moment, Rachiel also moved.

Kiiiiing!

The mana circle in Rachiel’s chest roared powerfully. The amplified mana infused explosive vitality into the muscles of his entire body. Temporarily, I could no longer feel the weight of the shielding armor. A lighter body. Expanded senses. In it, he moved cheerfully with the same force as Damian. Then, in sync with Damian’s sword dance movements, he began stabbing the thorns in the most precise area at the most appropriate moment.