The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 35

Episode 35 Health status questionnaire (2)

There are many sick people in the world. In particular, as age increases, the proportion of sick people increases exponentially.

Just look around you and you will see it.

Among all the parents in the world, is there anyone who lives without a single painful area? Even if something hurts or is uncomfortable, everyone endures it. True heroes who devote themselves to taking care of their children. They were a family called my parents. Rachiel thought it would be the same here.

‘What if the villa workers are too healthy and lively to be in trouble? ‘We can just look at their families!’

Because everyone has parents. Because there will be other family members too. The total number alone would be at least a thousand people.

‘At least there will be critically ill patients among them.’

I felt confident.

I looked back at Sir Gardin.

“So, let’s keep the survey questionnaire items as simple as possible.”

“How do you mean?”

“It’s simple. Surveyor’s name, list of family members, gender, age, and symptoms of disease. “This should be enough.”

“Is there anything else you would like to add?”

“Oh, let’s also put up a harsh warning that if the survey information is found to be false, you will be fired from the villa.”

“Warning…?”

“uh.”

Rachiel nodded.

This is not a joke survey. This is something we really need. Moreover, this does not harm the villa workers. Therefore, I wanted to do everything possible to ensure that the investigation was as transparent and accurate as possible.

“If possible, put it very large at the top of the questionnaire. The font size… No, each letter is bold enough to be the size of an eye. “If possible, just write the warning in red ink.”

“It will definitely stand out.”

“of course.”

“Yes, then I will convey this to the Chamberlain as is.”

Sir Gardin, who carefully recorded this order(?), visited the Chamberlain. What happened after that went smoothly.

The chamberlain was a sincere man. This order was carried out quickly and faithfully. Thanks to this, I was able to receive 500 completed questionnaires in the evening, just half a day later.

“Hmm, you were chosen well.”

Fly!

I liked the questionnaire. Their demands were clearly(?) reflected.

‘it’s okay. We will be passing out the questionnaire tomorrow morning. Then the plan will gain momentum.’

What if a sick person is detected among the family members of a villa worker? I will take it as is and make it painless. We will carefully confine him to the villa and make him healthy.

‘Then successful treatment cases will spread through word of mouth. It just needs to get there. After that, it’s automatic.’

The first word of mouth.

There will be a few people who will be intrigued after hearing that. Perhaps you or a family member is sick. Especially for patients in desperate situations? You will feel more intrigued by the rumors.

‘Some of them will come to the villa feeling like they are grasping at straws. I treat that person. The medical treatment case became a story and spread. ‘More word of mouth will bring more patients, like a prime time advertisement.’

That’s all.

It will eat up a lot of your bonus life.

‘Then… you can live your whole life without worrying about dying early. A true royal life!’

It was an exciting future just thinking about it. I grew up in an ordinary family. I lost my father when I was in high school. So, I worked part-time jobs and barely graduated from college. From my early 20s to my 30s, I gave up dating and focused only on my studies and work.

It wasn’t until I was in my 40s that I opened an oriental medicine clinic using the little money I had saved and a lot of loans… but then it went bankrupt.

Finally, for the first time here, I was given the opportunity to eat well and live well. If only lifespan increased. Unless you die early. A dream-like royal life will unfold before your eyes. I will enjoy an unemployed life that is not envied by Mansour’s brother(?). At that thought, my heart pounded and my heart fluttered for no reason.

But, as usual, I was savoring the joy of being alone.

“…I’m disappointed, Your Majesty.”

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A cold voice came out of nowhere and pierced my eardrums. I put down the questionnaire and raised my head. I looked in the direction the voice came from.

Damian was there. Unique cold expression and emotionless eyes. I felt a slightly displeased feeling embedded in it.

“Disappointment?”

I asked back.

The answer came back quickly.

“I may be presumptuous, but I dare to ask you a question. “Do you, Your Highness, view patients as tools?”

“hmm?”

“It’s just that I’ve been thinking that way since around lunchtime.”

“Do you think I view patients as tools?”

“yes.”

Damian nodded slightly. Soon, the guy’s harsh diss continued.

“You told Lord Gardin that you were going to open a hospital in the villa. That’s why we need good stories to attract many patients.”

“huh. It did.”

“The purpose is excellent. This is definitely something to be praised. But for some reason, His Royal Highness’s appearance right now is…”

“What does he look like?”

“It seems like you are begging for just one patient who is on the verge of death to appear.”

“….”

Hiccup.

Mouth closed.

‘Wow. ‘It hit me right in the solar plexus.’

It was such an accurate point that I couldn’t think of anything to say in response.

It was then.

“How dare you say such nonsense to His Highness the Crown Prince!”

Sir Gardin whispered urgently. As if that wasn’t enough, he poked Damian’s side with his elbow.

“How can you be so cruel? Your Majesty must have thoughts of his own. “You cannot be carelessly disappointed by guessing His Majesty’s intentions based solely on your thoughts!”

…I can hear everything. I can hear everything.

Sir Gardin also lowered his voice to a whisper. The problem was that it was right in front of my face and that this was a very quiet bedroom. But the funny thing was that Sir Gardin’s urgent admonitions had some effect on Damian.

“…Is that so?”

Damian became sullen(?).

This one also felt a little embarrassed.

‘Actually, I haven’t thought about anything else.’

If you think about it, it was exactly as Damian pointed out. I felt a little reflective. I stopped Sir Gardin from admonishing Damien.

“Uh um Lord Gardin?”

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“Thank you for your words. “I don’t think Damian Kayen’s point out to me was wrong.”

“…yes?”

“Don’t say too much to a friend who said the right thing. Hmm.”

“Um, I understand, Your Highness.”

This time Sir Gardin became sullen. Then Damian’s gaze became cold again.

“Your Majesty, you are saying too much. “Just now, Lord Gardin deliberately stepped forward for Your Majesty’s sake.”

“omg.”

“But I think you should think again about offending such a loyal subordinate.”

“Hey, how are you? Aren’t you being harsh with your Majesty?”

Sir Gardin cannot bear it again and admonishes him.

Damien becomes sullen due to the admonition.

‘…What are you doing?’

Rachiel smiled bitterly. And at the same time, I felt very fortunate.

Damian, the main character of the original Demon Sword Emperor. The fact that he becomes like a whip and doesn’t hesitate to speak directly and stays by our side.

Also, Sir Gardin, an extra who died early in the original Demon Sword Emperor. The fact that he always stays by our side like a carrot.

I felt truly fortunate and grateful. Rakiel laughed heartily with those thoughts in mind.

“I think carrots and whips are the right thing to say?”

“Uh, um, sorry, I… Yeah?”

“Sir Carrot. “Is it strange that I call you that?”

“….”

“I guess you like it.”

“That’s not it….”

“Your Highness. “You should not treat a loyal subject like Sir Gardin so lightly.”

“Oh, you! “Are you planning on doing that to me?”

“…Both of you get out.”

In the end, only after Sir Carrot and the whip guy, Sir Gardin and Damian, were kicked out, and then Rachiel was able to sleep peacefully. Strangely enough, it was a night where I had a dream that kept making me laugh.

♣

The next morning, a questionnaire was conducted as scheduled. Rakiel gathered all the attendants, maids, and chore workers from the villa. They were asked to fill out a questionnaire. Thanks to this, I was able to receive 500 warm survey results around lunch time.

‘…but why is everyone so healthy!’

Fly! Fly!

Rakiel’s hands quickened as he flipped through the questionnaire. His eyes were filled with confusion as he examined the contents inside.

Everyone was healthy.

It wasn’t just the villa workers. Most of their families were also healthy. No matter where I hurt, it was mostly a minor illness. During the treatment, there was absolutely no one whose life was in danger or who was suffering from a serious illness that could be considered a hot topic.

‘It’s not like only people from Longevity Village families were selected to work at the villa!’

Rakiel was in despair(?).

Still, I haven’t seen all of the questionnaires yet. His hands turned over the questionnaire even harder.

There are still about 200 pieces left, so maybe fluttering. Still, there are still 100 pieces left, so it’s probably fluttering. There are at least 50 left, so it’s still fluttering. There are only 10 chapters left, so please flutter.

As the number of questionnaires he had yet to review decreased, his hands began to tremble. Then at some point. His hand, which had been nervously flipping through the questionnaire, suddenly stopped.

“uh?”

…found.

His eyes sparkled.

I quickly scanned the questionnaire.

There….

[I don’t know if this is something I can write in the survey or if I’m suffering from an illness, but I’m gathering the courage to write it down. I have an 8-year-old younger brother. However, once or twice a month, this child foams at the mouth and shakes his entire body as if he is possessed by the devil. I called a doctor, but no one could figure out the cause. The priest also said that the best thing to do was to simply pray hard and drive out the evil spirits that reside in the body.]

….

‘This is it.’

The prompt came.

he commanded.

“Bring the subject of this questionnaire here immediately.”

♣

The order was carried out quickly.

Two hours later, Rakiel was able to face the main character(?) of the story written in the questionnaire. He was the 8-year-old younger brother of a maid.

“hi? “Are you Georges?”

“….”

The child had no answer.

Rachiel smiled bitterly. A boy with red hair and freckles who originally seemed quite mischievous. But now he looked incredibly nervous. It was natural.

‘I guess I was staying at home when I suddenly got a visit from the Royal Guard. ‘He must have taken a carriage and arrived at the villa while he was still in a daze.’

This will probably be my first time visiting a palace. Moreover, since the crown prince is even greeting you right in front of you, you will wonder what is going on. You are probably feeling more fear than curiosity.

‘I need to relieve my tension first.’

Rakiel lowered himself.

I was at eye level with the child.

And then he took something out of his pocket.

“Do you like candy?”

“….”

“Uncle, no, I like you. Should I eat first?”

Before I could hear the answer, I popped the candy into my mouth. A sweet scent spread in my mouth.

“under. it’s good. “Then what’s your turn?”

He held out another candy. Only then did the child hesitate and accept the candy. But I didn’t eat it. Rakiel didn’t necessarily recommend eating it either.

Instead, he spoke to the child.

“Actually, the reason my brother called me to see Georges today was because your sister asked him to. Your sister said that? “Please listen to your story.”

“My… story?”

“huh. My sister said that Georges seemed worried a lot these days. But as you know, your sister has been very busy working at the villa, right? So he felt very sorry for not being able to listen to Georges’ concerns well.”

“So, brother… no, His Highness the Crown Prince…”

“You can just call me brother now. really.”

“…Really?”

“of course. Instead, it’s a secret that only Georges and I know. Shouldn’t I talk to the guys over there? “If I say something wrong, those guys will scold me and call me this guy.”

“Hey lie.”

“It’s true. “It’s true.”

“…Really?”

“Is that so?”

He approached the child slightly and held up his finger. And lowered his body even further. One arm naturally wrapped around the child’s small shoulders. We lowered ourselves together and went under the table next to us. He whispered in a more subdued voice.

“Actually, this is a secret place. So, the guys outside can’t hear what I’m saying here. how is it?”

“…I don’t think so.”

“Tsk. “Did you get caught?”

“yes.”

“Our Georges is smart. Anyway, kids these days.”

“But other kids always make fun of me.”

“Are you kidding me? why?”

“They say I’m strange.”

“It’s not. Georges, isn’t that strange?”

“Weird. “Other kids did that all the time.”

“That’s really strange? Why did you do that?”

gradually.

naturally.

The child’s expression relaxed.

I started to become speechless.

It was a moment when Rakiel’s medical skills, which he had acquired while dealing with numerous child patients who showed an instinctive fear of oriental medicine clinics since he was an oriental medicine doctor in Korea, shined.

Thanks a little later.

Finally, he was able to determine the exact diagnosis of the child, who was said to be possessed by an evil spirit and having seizures.