The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine - Chapter 236

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 236

Episode 236 Proof shots carry rewards (1)

Proof shots are important.

In particular, proof shots of celebrities are more important. Everyone has probably seen a restaurant like this at least once. This is a place where one wall is completely covered with dozens of proof shots and autographs left by celebrities and other celebrities.

That’s quite important.

Even people visiting for the first time will be left with the impression of ‘Oh, this must be a famous restaurant.’ It’s like going in with a good first impression. This is also how word of mouth begins.

‘Same here too.’

Rachiel smiled and raised her head. One wall of the lobby of the Annex Oriental Medicine Clinic. There was a picture frame that had just been hung there. It was a picture frame depicting himself and the Duke of Estoc, the head of the noble family, sitting affectionately side by side.

Beneath the frame, the Duke of Estoc’s handwritten signature and review were also engraved.

[Rating: 10.0]

[The director is kind and the herbal medicine is delicious. Willing to visit again.]

Was it right after the painting was completed?

I remembered the duke’s reaction when asked to write a review. Unexpectedly, the duke was not embarrassed at all. Rather, he gave me a meaningful look, as if he had immediately guessed what I meant.

“Your Highness… you want a declaration of support that will be engraved for a long time, like a stuffed animal, rather than a declaration of support that will ring out in the air once and end. Well sir.”

The appearance of the Duke saying…

I was deeply surprised. I really thought that the Jjambap(?) that had been rolled out in the aristocratic political world for a long time was not going anywhere.

Perhaps he saw through the impact of his review. For example, the reactions people are seeing in the lobby of the Detached Oriental Medical Clinic right now.

Gossip and chatter…

It was the lobby of an oriental medicine clinic that people just passed by before. It was merely a place that served as the front door of the home where people who visited for medical treatment registered, were assigned a treatment department, and were guided to the ward before leaving.

But now things have changed.

People didn’t just pass by without thinking. The moment I entered the lobby, I stopped in my tracks. It was because of the certification photo displayed in front. It was natural. Because I intentionally hung the frame in the place where the eye first catches the eye.

The next reaction people showed was whispering. Everyone tilted their heads and looked at the proof shot with strange eyes, then exchanged questions and answers with the person next to them.

Isn’t that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? Who is the person next to Your Majesty? Just looking at Amman, he is a nobleman. Then, could it be that Director Noble also received medical treatment here? That’s how amazing this place was. Sukdeok Sukdeok. Buzz. Blah blah. Etc.

‘good. ‘Just right.’

Rakiel smiled brightly. It was exactly the reaction I expected. This is why I made you leave a proof photo. Because I didn’t want the megaton-level event of an official declaration of support from the head of the noble family to be a one-time event.

‘But does it just end with a verbal declaration at a meeting of the House of Lords? Of course, minutes will remain. It will also remain in the form of a record. But even if it is recorded, will the public feel it firsthand? no. ‘Except for a few who are very interested, most people won’t know.’

If you think about it, it was a simple thing.

It was the same when I thought about the time I lived in Korea. Verbal declaration events were often not effective for long. Even though people reacted enthusiastically at that moment, it was often buried in other issues that came up quickly.

So it was.

The duke’s declaration of support was stuffed(?) in a place where an unspecified number of people could easily see it with their own eyes every day.

Of course, Rachiel was not satisfied with that.

An official declaration of support from the noble director?

This was just the beginning.

It was also an excuse.

“So, Consul of Toledo? The gout attacks have completely subsided. congratulations.”

“Thank you, Your Highness!”

“What is gratitude? “I only put in very little effort and care to ease your suffering, Archon.”

“No, Your Highness. As I said before, if it weren’t for your treatment, I would still be groaning in pain. Besides, the thing you did to me a few days ago….”

“Is it a weak hand treatment on my hands?”

“Yes, Your Highness. How strange and amazing that is. It was my first time experiencing such a miracle. So…”

“Would you please leave a proof photo?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Oh dear. I didn’t even ask for it first. “Thank you.”

“That’s right… Duke Estoc set a good precedent. “Hehehe.”

The Marquis of Toledo, the consul of the House of Nobles, smiled kindly. He didn’t forget to send a secret glance towards Rachiel.

“But just in case. “Your Majesty, I am the second noble to leave a proof shot… am I right?”

“That’s right. Following in the footsteps of the Duke of Estoc, you have set an excellent precedent. congratulations.”

“Oh, I see. Thank you indeed, Your Majesty!”

“If you’re grateful, you get a star rating… you know?”

“Of course I have to give you 10 points, right?”

“ha ha ha. Isn’t this why I like the Archon?”

“Hehehe. “I am very happy to have scored 10 points, Your Highness.”

Of course, the star rating is 10 points.

Another proof shot was hung in the lobby of the Oriental Medical Clinic.

[Star rating: 10.0]

[There is happiness beyond the lobby here. My hand is weak! Long live! Long live His Royal Highness!]

The first proof shot of the noble leader.

The second proof shot of the consul.

With that, the game(?) exploded, no, it was over.

The most influential person in the Noble House left the hospital and left behind a commemorative photo and a bright star rating. With such a precedent established, other nobles naturally joined the parade of proof shots.

In other words, it has become an unspoken manner and a mandatory course that nobles must leave a proof photo and review when they are discharged from the hospital after receiving treatment at a villa oriental medicine clinic.

A proof shot called a proof shot. Trends and trends attracted the nobility.

More and more nobles visited the director’s office at the villa’s oriental medicine clinic, received acupuncture in the treatment room, opened their eyes wide to the skill of my weak hands, felt the taste of the herbal medicine with their whole bodies, and left another proof shot.

Two months passed like that. The 100th certification shot was hung in the lobby of the Oriental Medical Clinic. Finally, a declaration of support was received from the majority of the House of Lords.

The villa family members who saw this were overcome with a new emotion.

‘I never thought a day like this would come for our Royal Highness…’

‘The previous villa was a place that no one visited.’

It was like that.

The villa was always a place where flies flew.

A place where no one visits even though the crown prince resides there. A remote island of power that no noble would ever approach intimately.

The villa within the ecliptic was such a place. The maids who had worked at the villa for at least five years remembered the past very clearly. And we shouted in unison.

‘…It was comfortable back then!’

It was like that too.

Anyone who has worked in a store that is not doing well knows this. That feeling of being sucked out of honey while receiving regular hourly wages! That feeling of just killing time and flying away, only to have money being deposited into your bank account!

At one time, this villa was such a valuable location. Of course, it was hard to deal with the hysterics of the sick crown prince, but other than that, it was a really comfortable place to work.

Because the crown prince was sick, no banquet was held. I didn’t even enjoy hunting. There were no external events or anything like that. There were no visitors. Thanks to this, all I had to do was clean and take care of the crown prince.

But now?

Everything has changed.

‘I’m so busy… I feel like I’m going crazy.’

‘My original job was just to wash and organize His Royal Highness the Crown Prince’s bedding. ‘But why did you end up taking on all the bedding from the inpatient ward?’

‘I just… I just had to clean the dishes used for His Royal Highness’s meals! why! why! Do I have to clean up more than 100 patient trays?’

…That was it.

The servants and maids had suddenly become great workers(?) at the villa’s oriental medicine clinic. However, although they grumbled on the outside, their honest feelings were not particularly pessimistic about the current situation.

It was thanks to the crown prince’s changed appearance and status.

The crown prince who receives the support of the head of the noble family. A villa crowded with nobles. Just the fact that I worked in a place like this changed the way people around me perceived and treated me and my family. At the same time, I felt a sense of pride.

This was something that had never happened before. In the past, she was often implicitly ignored by the royal family’s servants and maids. It was the same for not only me but my family as well.

But not anymore.

‘I’m a little busier and more tired than before… but I still prefer this.’

Of course, it wasn’t just mental satisfaction. The crown prince actually used to provide generous special allowance bonuses to the villa family members. Both my heart and my pockets were full, so I naturally gained strength while handling the work, which was more tiring than before.

Everyone thought. All of this is thanks to the Crown Prince, who has become so different from before. He is no longer the sickly and incompetent crown prince he used to be.

‘Everyone is looking at me with eyes that say… but why is there no news from this gentleman?’

The day the 100th certification photo was hung in the lobby.

After finishing a busy day of treatment, Rakiel swallowed a bitter taste in her mouth. And with new eyes, I looked back at the lobby, which was quieter than during the day.

A proof photo frame fills one wall of the spacious lobby. This news must have already reached the emperor’s ears. By now, the emperor must know that he lost the bet.

Yet somehow there was no news.

‘Isn’t this guy trying to sneak away by pretending not to notice?’

I suddenly had a suspicion.

But why does the ominous (?) premonition always come true? Early at night, before dinner and digestion were finished, someone came from the imperial palace. It was a royal envoy who brought a handwritten letter from the emperor.

‘Hmm really?’

What did the emperor include in the letter? Rachiel looked at the contents of the letter. To briefly summarize the text written inside….

[What you had boasted about to Jim has finally become a reality. It is truly magnificent. Also, this is a very congratulatory message. With this, you have won the bet with Jim, so you can feel proud.]

….

‘Egye? Is this the end?’

As soon as Rakiel slurped down the letter, he frowned. The content of the letter was much simpler and meaningless than I expected.

So this is….

‘I think I’m missing something that should be more?’

Perhaps there is a gimmick(?) or Easter egg hidden by the emperor. So it was. I burned the letter gently in the candlelight, like baking seaweed. However, there were no separate letters appearing. I also tried spraying vinegar. The result was as expected.

‘What is this? You make people work hard with a bet, and then you end up praising them because you lost? ‘Are you kidding me?’

Suddenly I could hear my blood pressure rising. I thought this wasn’t quite right. I immediately called the chamberlain.

“Prepare the carriage.”

“majesty? “Where are you going at this late hour?”

The chamberlain asked with an expression of surprise.

Rakiel responded as if it was obvious.

“Imperial palace.”

“Yes?”

“I need to see Your Majesty right now.”

So I got into the carriage. He entered the palace at the speed of light. Fortunately, the emperor had not yet gone to bed. Thanks to this, the entire process leading up to the audience was free pass.

“Why did you come to pick up my luggage at such a time?”

Am I a little sleepy? The emperor entering the throne room looked a little more tired than usual. But Rakiel didn’t care.

Because I didn’t come today to ask for a favor. Because I came here to argue and seek rights.

So, it’s a shameful thing.

“Crown Prince Rachiel Adria Magentano meets His Majesty the Emperor, the rightful ruler of this land. “Also, I would like to request access to the upper section of the Imperial Repository as a reward for winning a bet with Your Majesty here today.”

I screamed.

The emperor was shocked.