The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine - Chapter 180
The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 180
Episode 180 How to be recognized as a warrior (2)
“3 to 700 kkuik.”
“….”
Hwiiing.
A cold wind from the north blew. One side of my heart, which had been pounding as the wind cut into my skin, was cut without hesitation. Rachiel asked back, trying to suppress the strong ominous feeling that was gently scratching her cerebral cortex.
“700…?”
“That’s right. “Quick, prince of humans.”
“What do you mean 700? Is it really… TOEIC 700?”
Please say yes.
Then I have a free pass.
However, the Orc Chief Brash threw away their beautiful expectations.
“What is TOEIC, Kkuik?”
“Oh, then Hancom’s typing speed is 700?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, kkuik.”
“….”
Denial of reality doesn’t work. As expected, Chief Brash’s answer on his return was as ominous as expected.
“3:700 is the total weight that can be lifted using the 3 major exercises.”
“….”
Mr. Ah.
Why are strong premonitions never wrong? Rachiel asked, holding onto the tear ducts that were trying to shout for full opening.
“Surely bench press deadlift squat?”
“You’re correct, kkuik!”
“….”
“Anyone who wants to be called a warrior must be able to lift something like a soft bat. Also, in fact, our Orc warriors have to bear more weight to be called true warriors.”
“More than 700? how much?”
“1 ton squeak!”
“….”
Wow, crazy.
While I was shocked, Chief Brash continued speaking.
“But 1 ton is the standard for an Orc warrior, and when testing a human to be a warrior, 700 kilograms is suggested. “It is a standard that takes into account differences in the body of each race.”
“Is that possible?”
“Of course you can, kkuik.”
“how?”
“Isn’t that enough straw?”
“….”
Yes, my mentality is as crunchy as straw.
Rakiel grasped the mental strength that was about to squirm and realized something. The fact that the tragically deceased Tulun merchant leader worked hard for over 6 years to make a deal with the Orc tribe here…
‘It was a gym scam!’
It is certainly.
Now I understand.
In order to make a deal with the Tulun merchant orcs, he worked for over 6 years and built up his muscles. After such an effort that was worthy of a human theater, he must have finally lifted 3:700 and been recognized as a warrior. It must have finally begun full-fledged trading with the orcs.
‘No matter what, it’s 3 to 700. ‘How can I hear that?’
A deep sigh flowed out.
No matter how hardcore life is, I never thought I would face a situation where I would have to take on the ignorant mission of 3 to 700 with such a sick and pitiful body. They say that if you are 3:700, you should at least squat 250 kilograms.
‘…I’d rather have a barbell lift me.’
3 to 700 is a figure that is only possible for the highest level of humanity on Earth. This is a number that most people cannot reach in their lifetime even if they drink a bowl of medicine and make exercise their job.
But with this body?
In the body of poor, sickly Crown Prince Raquiel Adria Magentano?
‘It would be easier to survive by swimming with a polar bear!’
Yes.
This is a realistically impossible mission. No, even if it were possible, it would take an enormous amount of time. It will take at least 5 years and probably much more.
In the meantime, the annex oriental medicine clinic that has cut off the supply of licorice will go bankrupt, the empire will collapse, and only one poor 3-generation 700 gymnast will be left here, wearing only a pair of panties. No, the expected life expectancy will run out first.
‘That’s not allowed.’
I came to my senses.
Rakiel quickly shook his head. Then an alternative suddenly occurred to me. He looked up at Chieftain Brash.
“Of course. “Do I really need to achieve 3:700?”
“Yes kkuik?”
“This guy.”
He asked the chief in a more subdued voice, pointing to Damian, who had been silently following him.
“Even though this guy looks slim on the outside, he’s actually quite strong. If you practice a little, you will probably achieve 3:700 in no time. Then, what if we acknowledge this friend as a warrior and then start trading?”
That’s it.
There is no need for me to be the subject of the transaction myself. What if anyone in the group scores 3-700 and is recognized as a warrior? You can start trading licorice through that person!
‘This is it! If you look closely, companies set up separate local corporations when they advance overseas, right? You make sales and business through that local corporation, right? ‘It’s the same thing.’
Rachiel inwardly slapped her knee. The more I thought about it, the more it was a simple yet appropriate trick. But Chief Brash’s answer soon came back…
“No, kuik.”
“…uh?”
“That is impossible. “I cannot accept such tricks.”
“why?”
I didn’t understand.
The chief snorted as if it were natural.
“A man does it himself, kkuik!”
“….”
“Is this escort the one who wants to buy licorice? no. Doesn’t the Prince of Man need licorice? So you have to do it yourself. “Especially if you are a leader, you have to prove yourself.”
“No, actually, I need this friend too.”
“Lying doesn’t work, kkuik!”
“….”
ruined.
The 6th vertebra began to tremble and dance without even telling me to. I felt like tears were blocking my vision. But then, unexpected words came out of Chief Brash’s mouth.
“But there are two exceptions.”
“what?”
exception?
I came to my senses.
Brash continued.
“With only two exceptions, you do not need to prove your qualifications as a 3-700 warrior.”
“what is that?”
“One is the emperor, the ruler of all people.”
“Then what about the other one?”
Please call me the crown prince!
Rachiel prayed earnestly.
But the answer that came back was different.
“I am a relative within the third generation who inherited the blood of a person recognized as a warrior.”
“…what?”
for a moment.
That’s right.
“Do you mean that if you are a blood relative of the Tulun clan within the third generation, you can do business without having to test your qualifications as a warrior?”
“Yes, kkuik.”
“….”
A flash of light appeared in my head.
A clear answer emerged.
That’s right.
‘Granddaughter of the chief of Tulun.’
If you are a maternal granddaughter, you are a blood relative within the third generation. So that’s okay. If you go through that child, you can resume the herb trade with the local orcs. It is possible to revive the supply of licorice to Byeonggung Oriental Medical Clinic. So, the child must be saved.
‘I tried to take a look at that kid since he was here from the beginning. ‘Conscientiously and morally speaking.’
It really was.
This was the path we had already taken to get here.
Although it was said that the Tulun leader had become a guest of immortality, his conscience was a bit uneasy about returning to the imperial capital without even taking care of his sick child. So, I was thinking to myself that I would see a doctor at least once.
But now?
It is no longer a matter of conscience and morals.
‘You must survive no matter what.’
A conclusion has been reached.
Rakiel raised his head.
“Then where is the granddaughter of the chief of Tulun?”
“Are you going to save that child?”
“of course. I guess they were hoping for that and deliberately mentioned an exception case?”
“That’s right, kkuik. Then I will guide you.”
…also.
Rachiel nodded inwardly and followed Chief Brash. The chief headed to the back of the main building at the top. There was a small outbuilding there. It seemed to be the building that the head of the Tulun House used as his home during his lifetime.
“This is it, kkuik.”
I entered the outbuilding. As soon as I stepped inside, what I heard was… a violent coughing sound that seemed to belong to a child.
“Knock, knock!” Cool look! “Ah, wow, wow…!”
…It’s severe.
Even just listening to the sound, it was not unusual. Aside from the violent coughing, there was a sharp flute-like sound mixed in between the breaths.
‘Because the coughing continues so continuously, all the air in the lungs and bronchi suddenly escapes. Because of the difference in air pressure, the outside air rushes into the bronchi, producing that sound.’
Suddenly, I remembered the day I first entered Crown Prince Rachiel’s body. Did that kind of flute sound come from this body at that time? It was very painful. My vision would suddenly turn red, as if I would stop breathing at any moment, and then return to normal.
That’s what the child is experiencing now.
“….”
Let’s be cool. Let’s kill our emotions before treatment.
Rakiel made a promise and walked inside the annex. After passing through the entrance and living room, I reached the innermost door. Just then the door opened. A person who appeared to be a servant came out carrying a lukewarm wet towel and was shocked when he encountered this person.
“He is the one who came to treat Naila. “Please step aside for a moment.”
Chief Brash probably had quite a bit of interaction with the Tulun leader when he was alive. The servant holding the wet towel and the nurses remaining in the room all bowed obediently to the chief’s command and retreated.
Finally, Rachiel entered the room. I saw a child lying on the bed.
Is your age approximately eleven or two years old?
‘It’s… not good.’
Rakiel’s expression hardened.
At first glance, the child’s prognosis did not look good. In addition to the violent coughing that kept coming out and breathing sounds similar to the sound of a flute, there were dark-colored spots all over his face. Is your skin simply red? It wasn’t.
‘Petechia?’
It was as if blood had pooled where a needle had pierced the skin. It looked like a bright red dot engraved in a narrow area.
‘Is it a virus infection?’
The more I looked, the more unusual it became. If you have lung disease such as violent coughing and even petechiae, it means that your blood clotting ability is weakened.
‘First, start with the pulse.’
I carefully sat down next to the child’s bed. At that moment, the child looked back with narrowed eyes that were barely open.
“who…? grandfather?”
Very hoarse voice. The child’s eyes were open, but he seemed semi-conscious. Instead of giving a hasty answer, Rachiel carefully grabbed the child’s wrist. That alone made me feel a boiling heat.
‘Jinmaek.’
Ding dong!
[Starting the pulse.]
[Scanning.]
[3… 2… 1…]
[The pulse results are in.]
[Please check the
below.]
‘Please. ‘If only it were a condition that could be treated.’
I hope it’s just a simple fever. I hope it’s a disease I can handle. So, I hope this child can regain his health.
Rachiel cast his gaze down in earnest hope. There was a ‘comprehensive opinion’ item, the core of the examination sheet.
[Comprehensive findings: The body shows severe paroxysmal cough and Reprise symptoms. Bordetella pertussis was detected. This is a typical whooping cough patient. warning! Please immediately take infection prevention measures and return to treatment!]
“…!”
The moment the comprehensive opinion message was colored in warning red, goosebumps appeared on the back of Rachiel’s neck.