The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 242

Episode 242 A scary patient (2)

I’m going crazy.

This is definitely crazy.

Sir Gardin wanted to hold his aching backbone to the 16-beat Jajinmori rhythm. But I couldn’t do that, so I exercised all my patience.

“Phew, so you are the patient?”

“It’s Portis.”

“Is that your name?”

“It is true. “Please call me Lord Portis, the armored dragon.”

“….”

Oh fuck, really.

Sir Gardin, uncharacteristically, almost swore. To be honest, it was a moment when harsh words were thrown off my tongue and I almost showed off a beautiful 810-degree deployer dive.

But he still endured it.

The treatment room is a sacred place.

A meaningful place that cares for patients.

It makes no sense to use profanity in a place like this.

“Hmm! Wow! Oh, so you’re a Fortis patient? “Could you please tell me where the pain is?”

The angrier you get, the more polite you become.

Because the other person came because he was sick.

Be as gentle and kind as possible.

I asked, controlling my mind with all my might. However, the patient hardly acknowledged his feelings.

“I have nothing to talk about with people like you.”

“….”

“This great body must have been talking about it for a while now. “Bring the crown prince.”

“The patient over there? As I have said repeatedly, only those who are truly in critical condition or suffering from a serious illness can see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. So, first, tell me about your symptoms and receive a medical examination. If you decide that it is really necessary, you will naturally be able to receive treatment from His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“On the topic of Tardion, a miserable mortal. Are you trying to lecture this great body? Or are you trying to impose your petty, insignificant human rules on me?”

“….”

I want to cry.

Someone please take this crazy guy away.

‘majesty. What should I do?’

Sir Gardin truly enjoyed great embarrassment. This didn’t make any sense at all. How many times have I repeated the same story from before? Even though I repeatedly told him that I couldn’t meet His Highness the Crown Prince right away, this crazy guy showed no sign of understanding.

Besides, that ridiculous attitude.

‘Dragon? yourself? I think it’s really crazy.’

Sir Gardin was almost certain.

Honestly, who else would act like this in a villa unless they were really crazy? In a villa where no one else but the crown prince lives.

Thanks to this, since the opening of Byeolgung Oriental Medicine Clinic, there have been very few patients who have complained about the truth. In fact, even the injured bully who was brought in could not do this. No matter how rough and gangster he was, he became calm like a newly adopted rabbit when he was brought to the annex oriental medicine clinic.

This villa was a place where guards and knights were everywhere. Even the nurses were all werewolves. But who would dare to reveal the truth here?

Sir Gardin came to his own conclusion.

‘Whew. It seems correct that this patient is mentally ill. Judging by his complexion and voice, he seems to have plenty of energy. It doesn’t seem like I have a fever at all. Breathing is also stable. So… this is mental illness. Are you sure. ‘That’s a serious level of mental illness.’

The same thing happened earlier when he started talking about himself as an armored dragon and all. He seemed to have no problem, but the attitude of telling the crown prince to come and go was also like that.

‘Is it megalomania? Tsk tsk tsk, that’s too bad.’

Truth(?) Sir Gardin’s gaze towards the patient Fortis was filled with sorrowful pity. How did a young and seemingly sane person end up in such a miserable situation?

Sir Gardin’s voice when speaking to Natural Portis also became much softer.

“Patient? “Do you have a headache?”

“head?”

“yes.”

“How dare you try to guess my condition on a mortal subject? “I guess I want to be reduced to ashes by the fire of fire right now.”

“….”

“What are you doing? “If you realize your mistake, you don’t kneel down and apologize right away.”

“…Keuhum! hmm! Hmm! Sorry I was a little surprised. “Hmm, then I will assign you a course.”

Relax again. Relax again. Because the other person is a mentally ill patient. Don’t get angry, just relax.

Lord Gardin calmed down by recalling how His Majesty the Honorable Crown Prince usually treated patients. And he spoke even more kindly.

“Patient Portis, um, you can go see Dr. Marlena. “He will probably diagnose the patient more skillfully than I can and provide appropriate treatment direction.”

Probably so.

Marlena, a doctor whom the Crown Prince hired(?) from the medical school, is skilled at treating patients with mental illness. In particular, in front of her thoughtful and kind counseling skills, any mental illness patient would feel calm as if it were a lie.

‘That teacher has a lot of muscles.’

It was like that.

Marlena is the only psychiatrist at Byeongung Oriental Medical Clinic.

She had enormous muscles and body. There was a rumor that a wild boar was silenced with a single blow of honey chestnut. There was even a surprising anecdote, a rumor that was often heard, that even in an arm wrestling match with a transformed werewolf nurse, the match ended in a draw.

Thanks to this, mental illness patients who enter her clinic become extremely polite as soon as they see her black eyebrows, strong chin, and fluffy white gown with buttons that are ready to burst.

Perhaps this patient is like that too.

Sir Gardin spoke with his own confidence.

“So, nurse? Please guide this person to Ms. Marlena. Please call the next patient.”

I called the nurse who was waiting. A werewolf nurse stepped forward to guide the patient as usual. However, this crazy patient showed an unexpected reaction again.

“…What are you doing now?”

“yes? Ah, as I just gave you guidance, in order to provide more appropriate treatment to the patient…”

“So you are going to arrange for this smelly furry mutt to guide this great body?”

“…Yes?”

Sir Gardin froze. And then I glanced at the nurse. just as expected. The nurse’s expression hardened as she heard the untimely verbal abuse of ‘hairy mutt.’

The nurse’s touch on the patient’s shoulder was also similar.

“Let’s go, patient.”

Before I break a bone.

Why does the word… sound like an auditory hallucination?

Pop!

The werewolf nurse placed her hand on the patient Portis’s shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze to his hand. A patient trying to cause a ruckus? Normally, I became polite enough quickly enough to do this. I thought it would be like that this time too.

But it wasn’t.

“dare. Put your hand on the shoulder of this great body on the topic of mutt? Moreover, you continue to ignore the words of your body telling you to call the crown prince? I can’t possibly put it into words. After all, the miserable mortal Tardions.”

Portis’ complexion turned cold.

At the same time, strong mana energy waves began to radiate from his body. It swept around in an instant. Lord Gardin and werewolf nurse were no exception.

“What?”

“Crung!”

A vortex of mana rushing in in an instant! Lord Gardin’s feet floated in the air. The werewolf nurse hastily transformed, but also floated in the air. It was hanging upside down. I struggled as hard as I could, but it was no use.

“Ugh! “What are you doing?”

Surprised Sir Gardin shouted, hanging upside down in the air. Is it because that cry leaked out? At that moment, the guards who were passing through the hallway rushed into the treatment room. I witnessed the horror(?) inside. And the guards ended up in the same situation as Sir Gardin.

“Uh huh?”

“Ugh!”

In the same way, it flutters upside down in the air.

Portis’ eyes turned blue-gold as he looked at them.

“This body has said this over and over again. Bring the crown prince. “For only he can treat me.”

A voice filled with the power of mana shook the entire villa with a quiet and solemn force. Of course, Rakiel and Damian heard the voice too. No, I was already sensing Mana’s force even before I heard the voice.

“…What is this?”

An eerie sensation that tingles my entire body.

Rakiel, who was basting on the patient’s back, almost had an accident. He looked around, startled by the tremendous force of mana he felt throughout his body.

Damian was there.

The guy shook his head with a puzzled expression.

“Not me. “Inside me… not even that.”

“uh. Probably not. It’s you next to me. The direction I can feel this is….”

“Over there.” “I think it’s Lord Gardin’s doctor’s office.”

“Let’s go.”

“But your highness? Mana’s momentum is unusual…”

“What if I run away from my villa? let’s go.”

There was no time to delay.

I asked for permission from the patient I was needing and rushed over. Arrival was quick. Is it because everyone sensed that there was already an uproar? The hallway in front of Sir Gardin’s medical office was crowded with nervous knights and special guards.

“majesty? “It’s dangerous!”

He rejected the dissuasion of Sir Theodore, the commander of the Royal Guard. opened the way I entered the entrance to the treatment room. The sight inside was no joke.

“…sigh.”

Even the treatment room was completely messy.

Documents and furniture flying in the air.

Lord Gardin hanging upside down, etc.

Nothing caught my eye.

There was only a man with navy blue hair sitting in the center of the treatment room. As soon as I saw him, my eyes were fixed. I couldn’t look anywhere else.

Overwhelming presence.

This was due to the even more overwhelming force of mana.

‘Something like that.’

I reflexively turned on acupoint scanning.

The scan results were even more surprising.

Rachiel swallowed dry saliva.

‘People… is this possible?’

A proud river?

no.

It felt like a huge ocean flowing along the acupuncture points. The level itself was different from the rippling stream flowing through the acupuncture points of an ordinary person. The scale was also different. Javilon, who was a sword master? Compared to that man’s mana, it didn’t seem like it was even at the level of a chick.

A conclusion came naturally.

not a person

“How did you come here?”

Rachiel asked cautiously.

Dragon Fortis looked at him.

“Are you the crown prince?”

“Yes, that’s right. This is a place where patients are treated. “But what brought you here?”

“I came to get you medical attention.”

“For me?”

“okay.”

Portis nodded.

“I am Fortis, the great dragon. I recently heard a strange rumor about you. “They say you can work a miracle to heal a patient’s pain with just a simple touch?”

“…So?”

“That’s why I came to see you.”

“Dragon person… you mean?”

Write it.

This is fierce.

Rachiel shrugged her shoulders.

A dragon came to visit.

But how on earth did a being the size of a dragon come to see me because he was in pain? I couldn’t sense it. It was burdensome. If it was a disease that even dragons couldn’t cure on their own, he wondered how he could cure it.

‘If you say that treatment is impossible, aren’t you just making a fuss? Then I don’t think I can handle it.’

Please don’t let that happen.

I asked, hoping and hoping.

“So, the dragon patient… where on earth did he come to see me because he was in pain?”

“Hoo. “Are you saying you want to treat me?”

“Because this is my oriental medicine clinic.”

“Good. The place where I hurt is…”

…Gulp.

Where is it?

Where does it hurt?

I hope this is a place where I can heal.

We sincerely hope for it.

The mouth of Portis, the armored dragon, opened.

“It’s appendicitis.”

“…yes?”

At best?

With that?

A dragon?

The moment he felt doubt, Portis’ complexion became slightly depressed.

“But my diamond scales are so hard. Even with the Sword Master’s aura, they can’t even make a scratch, so I can’t perform surgery…” “

….”

Something like this.