The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 117

Episode 117 Bullshit behind your back (2)

Violence is unjust.

It should not be wielded carelessly.

Rachiel always thought that way. It was like that in Korea too. I have rarely used violence against others. That was the case, with one exception.

Was it when I was a student at oriental medical school?

There was a time when I got into a minor fight with a guy from the same class. He said he took out a pad lip. Are your parents not here? He was really not there, and I burst out in anger because it had only been a few years since he had left me heartbroken. fought. It was a two-way assault. That was the only exception.

But now.

He committed more violent acts than before. This time I didn’t burst into anger. It was a punch that was executed after thorough calculation.

Wow!

“…Guwick!”

Chandre’s head turned with a strange scream. Even a molar, as thin as a grain of corn, flew out. Chandre fell down on cue.

It was a complete stunner. It was natural. Because I used a shabby mental technique. Because it was a punch lightly loaded with mana. Maybe I’ll fall asleep for an hour or two.

“What?”

“Uh, uh…?”

“Hey there?”

The rest of the dispatched military doctors gaped. I looked here with surprised eyes. The surprise in those eyes slowly turned into anger.

“What are you doing?”

“You can’t believe you hit someone, even a military doctor!”

“Do you think there will be no setbacks after doing this?”

Protests from military doctors poured in. But Rakiel didn’t even snort. Instead, they just laugh and laugh.

“What are you doing?”

I massaged my aching fist and looked back at the military doctors. He looked into each of their eyes one by one and answered them.

“I think you guys have some serious misunderstanding. They came here to learn. I didn’t come here to play. “I didn’t come here to preach about your foolish dichotomy.”

“….”

“But what? Should we divide the wounded soldiers into two? Are we supposed to distinguish between nobles and non-nobles and determine treatment priorities? Does that make your pockets fat? Get sponsorship? My true. “When I heard it, it was really absurd.”

Just thinking about it made me laugh. I wondered if there was all this trash. But their thoughts seemed a little different.

“But you’re swinging your fist all the time! “This is unfair!”

“Please apologize. Otherwise, I will report this to my superiors.”

The military doctors went even wilder. It seemed like they had caught a number of cases. So I laughed even more.

“Are you going to report this to your superiors? “In what name?”

“Of course, reporting it as an act of violence…”

“An act of violence? “What about the disobedience of the king’s command that he committed before that?”

“…what?”

The military doctor who was protesting stopped. Rachiel’s needle-pricking comments continued.

“Disobey the king’s command. “This guy is lying down because he disobeyed the orders of His Majesty the Great King of Amboise.”

“What does that mean?”

“What are you talking about? Have you already forgotten why you are here?”

“That’s…”

“You came to this camp by order of His Majesty the King. To learn the secret of the high survival rate of wounded soldiers achieved by this camp. yes?”

“….”

“But why don’t you think about learning? Why is it that they don’t follow my guidance and start acting like a normal person? “Isn’t that already disobedience to the king’s orders?”

“The rain elixir is too much!”

“It’s too much.”

Rachiel snorted. His bitter words continued.

“They sent me to learn, but I had no intention of learning. He said he would tell me and he said there was no need for that. It is said that the trick is to divide patients into nobles and commoners. It’s a pity that I don’t know that. “They are just spouting nonsense and saying that His Majesty the King will be disappointed if he finds out about this situation.”

“….”

“I’d rather ask where the intention to learn lies in those remarks and actions.”

“Ha but!”

“But whatever.”

“That’s why you punch someone like this….”

“Then put them in the brig?”

“….”

“The battalion commander who put me in when I first got here is probably still there. Shall I let you spend five days together? “Everything here?”

“….”

“Tsk. If you don’t have anything left to say, everyone, just leave. Even if it were, I don’t think it would help.”

I meant it.

Even if there were a hundred people with that mindset, it wouldn’t help. No, I actually thought it would be fortunate if I didn’t bother them at all. On the other hand, I also thought I could understand why those people saved only 10% of the wounded soldiers.

‘Usually, ordinary soldiers were just left unattended. Among them, only officers with noble families and backgrounds that were useful were selected and cared for.’

Thinking about it made me nauseous. What little abilities they have. The shabby power that that ability brought. They must have enjoyed a sense of superiority in selecting and deciding on the lives and deaths of others.

I was disgusted to see them intoxicated with such petty arrogance. I was even more disgusted by the fact that the only thing I was doing was making money out of my own pocket.

I wasn’t even sorry about hitting him. In fact, I even regretted that I should have hit a little harder when I punched him earlier. On the one hand, it was disappointing.

‘I was wondering if I could secure some labor. ‘I just wasted my precious time by expecting trash.’

Before we knew it, it was time to make rounds for wounded soldiers. Remembering that fact, Rachiel hurried. He hurriedly left the place without even looking at the fallen surgeon Chandel and the rest.

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‘How dare you… a person with no roots who doesn’t even know where he came from… did this to me?’

Chandre woke up several hours later. It was as if he had completely relieved his travel illness as he had requested.

However, as soon as he opened his eyes, he burned with anger towards Rachiel, who kindly(?) put him to sleep. It was natural. The area where Rakiel hit the bamboo tube was swollen. The blown out molar was also very painful. But the humiliation was greater than all the pain.

‘How dare he… take my place?’

Chandre ground his teeth.

You are the best.

There is no military doctor who surpasses himself.

Until now, I just thought of it that way. That was actually the case. He had graduated from one of the best medical schools in the kingdom. He was the best student of the most prestigious professor there. Even after becoming a military doctor, Tantandaero was the same. The camp for wounded soldiers was always the best.

It was like that even before the civil war broke out. Through the large and small wars in which it has participated so far, it has achieved unrivaled results within the kingdom’s military. A whopping 15 percent survival rate for wounded soldiers. In particular, the survival rate of noble officers was even higher.

Thanks to this, he was always in the spotlight and was able to receive support from quite a few noble families. When the civil war ended, there was even a great nobleman who sent a request to become his doctor.

That’s how he was the best.

Until that weird guy with no roots showed up. That was certainly the case until that guy showed up, recording an unbelievable 70 percent survival rate for wounded soldiers.

But not anymore.

He was pushed down to second-in-command.

It’s because of him.

Crack!

Chandre gritted his teeth and looked around.

I saw the military doctors who had been dispatched together. Everyone was looking at me with concern. I didn’t like those eyes either. The eyes of concern pouring down on the person who had always been the best. It was humiliating enough.

He turned to everyone and said.

“I’m fine, so there’s no need to look at me like that. But what about him?”

“I do not know. “After being violent towards the military doctor, I just left.”

“You left your seat?”

“I went to see the wounded soldiers. “I never came back after that.”

“….”

Chandre clenched his fists. Rihan: I felt like I knew the fat guy’s intentions.

‘So you’re saying you’re going to completely ignore us.’

dare. A guy with no roots or background. I was just lucky enough to receive the princess’s support.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. But, whether they knew how I felt or not, my fellow military doctors only made insensitive remarks.

“But what about Surgeon Chandre? While the military doctor was unconscious. “I heard some strange noises from the soldiers here.”

“…Are you saying that’s a strange sound?”

“That guy named Rihan. “It looks like you actually have considerable skills, right?”

“what?”

“There were many wounded soldiers who said they survived thanks to him. “Even though amputations were rarely performed.”

“Are you saying you didn’t have an amputation?”

“yes. I saw it myself while touring the camp. Everyone’s limbs appeared to be intact. “There were very few soldiers who had amputations.”

“No, but how can the survival rate be as high as 70 percent…”

“I heard that they use various strange treatments.”

“A mysterious treatment?”

“yes. “I heard that it pricks your entire body with thorns.”

“You mean with thorns?”

“I think it was called acupuncture. Oh, there’s more to it than that. “It seems to be a method called moxibustion, and it is said that the dried lump of strange grass is put on the skin and set on fire to burn it.”

“What is that…”

“But I heard that my body feels so refreshed after receiving acupuncture and moxibustion. “There were many soldiers who said such things.”

“….”

Chandre closed his mouth.

Acupuncture?

moxibustion?

It was the first treatment I had heard of. I had never heard of treatments like pricking one’s entire body with thorns or putting bunched pieces of dried grass on one’s body and burning them.

Thanks to him, he was confident.

‘That guy is a cult!’

It is certainly.

A man named Rihan is a pseudo-charlatan. He must have learned a strange technique somewhere that he had never heard or seen. He must have deceived the naive and foolish soldiers with such a monstrous trick.

So what about the survival rate of 70 percent?

‘I guess I was lucky. In fact, they were soldiers who did not need amputation. I guess they just happened to receive a lot of wounded soldiers who weren’t seriously injured. So, that’s why so many people were able to be saved. ‘Isn’t that natural?’

If you think about it, it really was like that. What did the professor who taught you say?

‘He said that no matter how god-like your medical skills are, you cannot save more than 20% of the soldiers on the battlefield. He said that as long as we are human, we can never surpass that.’

He was the most renowned teacher at the best medical school in Amboise. Since it was said by such a teacher, it cannot be wrong.

But what about that guy Rihan? An abnormal performance of 70 percent was recorded. Of course I couldn’t believe it.

‘Everyone is being deceived. Not only the soldiers here, but also the kingdom’s intelligence department and the king were all deceived by that bastard’s magic. Maybe he’s using black magic without other people knowing.’

I thought maybe that was the case. Thoughts soon turned into convictions. Then what should I do? I felt a sense of duty.

‘The truth that he practices witchcraft must be widely known. In order to do that… I’ll have to prove my skills and take off his mask!’

Chandre made his decision.

I will expose that bastard’s dirty backside one by one. I will wake up everyone who has been completely deceived.

I woke up with a promise. I brought my own tools. I left the tent.

It was a dark night outside. Before I knew it, the moonlight signaling midnight was shining brightly overhead. But he didn’t care. Rather, I thought it went well. By this time, even that pseudo-bastard Rihan would be asleep.

‘It’s a good opportunity to prove my skills without that guy’s interference.’

He was able to find the wounded soldiers’ tent without difficulty. I went in without hesitation. I looked at the sleeping wounded soldier. He was an injured soldier recovering from surgery.

‘also.’

Chandre, who examined the condition of the wounded soldier, smiled in remorse. Looking at the condition of the sleeping wounded soldier, I could see even more clearly how messed up Rihan was.

‘I can’t believe they didn’t even provide the basic treatment that should have been given after the surgery. As expected, that guy is definitely a cult.’

So now, let me take off those dirty masks one by one. Chandre smiled brightly and opened his bag.

Sweet.

Various medical tools appeared. Among them, I picked up a ‘phlebotomy tool’ that draws blood. He aimed at the vein in the forearm of a sleeping wounded soldier. He reverently reflected on the medical common sense he had learned from his teacher.

‘When you have an illness or injury, a lot of dirty blood is created in your body, so you need to drain as much of that dirty blood as possible so that clean blood fills the empty space and your body becomes healthy.’

Surprisingly.

His sharp bloodletting tool glowed eerily as it cut the soldier’s healthy veins.

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