Chapter 257
The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 257
Episode 257 Efficacy of Woongnyeo Therapy (2)
Cheeeeeeeek-!
A fragrant (?) sound that spreads like grilling pork belly on a grill! At the same time, an exhilarating feeling of heat! Valentino, a patient suffering from vampirism, hugged the Archbishop’s relic tightly. The more I did this, the hotter my cheeks and palms became in contact with the sacred object.
But still, Valentino laughed.
‘If only I could escape the garlic hell… I’d rather like it!’
Picky eating is bad.
But garlic is worse.
When I opened my eyes in the morning, there was a plate of raw garlic in front of me, presented to me by the crown prince with a broad smile. I wanted to reject it.
But the rejection was rejected. Personal hobbies, preferences, and tastes were of no use in the face of the crown prince’s command. If I had to peel it, I had to peel it. If you wanted to eat it, you had to chew it.
I cried. Because garlic is spicy. The scent is so intense that the tongue villi, taste cells, and olfactory cells join hands and perform the lamprey eel ascension dance of destruction. Every time I force myself to swallow it, I have to enjoy the feeling of my esophagus and intestines being kindly taken apart and rearranged.
But was that the end?
no.
The same thing was repeated at lunch and dinner. I had to chew only raw garlic three times a day. No, he even stuffed raw garlic into his mouth right before going to bed, saying, ‘Do you want a late-night snack?’
“….”
Mom, can I cry?
Valentino, who briefly recalled the recent past, quickly became depressed. The crown prince’s atrocities(?) did not stop there.
One time, he shouted that he would rather die than eat only garlic like this. Then the crown prince asked with a sad expression. Do you want to eat something else? I answered yes. The crown prince smiled with satisfaction, said that it was good, and that he had brought some other food…
and held out some mugwort.
‘….’
Sigh.
To be honest, I really wanted to pour out a bunch of swear words. I wanted to protest and ask why they were doing this to me. As his resentment began to build up, he was called to the crown prince. I also encountered a person called the Archbishop.
How scary and terrible was the existence of the archbishop’s ‘holy relic’ that I unexpectedly came face to face with. The moment I saw it, my legs felt weak. Instinctive fear dominated reason. It was a feeling I experienced for the first time in my life. I just wanted to run away.
But did the crown prince ask in a whisper at that time?
‘Valentino? Do you like holy things and garlic?’
‘A holy relic!’
I answered without even taking a breath. It was such a clear answer that I didn’t even have to think about it. The sacred object in front of me was a bit scary and I was instinctively afraid, but compared to the garlic that had tormented me for four days, I felt like an angel!
So it was.
I became anxious that the crown prince might not believe my answer. I wanted to prove it. Without anyone having time to stop him, he embraced the sacred object.
My cheeks and palms that came into contact with the holy object became incredibly hot. It felt like I was being burned. But I guess it was good. Really, compared to the days when I only chewed raw garlic and mugwort three times a day, this wasn’t even painful.
Was the archbishop embarrassed by such behavior?
“her? haha? “What… oh…”
“Did you see it, Archbishop?”
“Ah yes… Your Majesty… How could this happen…”
Archbishop Bertona looked at Valentino, who was casting Bubi Bubi (?) while holding his holy relic with bewildered eyes. I couldn’t believe it. Something I thought was impossible was happening right in front of my eyes.
‘Someone who suffers from vampirism by birth becomes frightened as soon as he sees a sacred object. That should be a normal reaction. How can I embrace the holy relic? No, before that…’
The pain caused by the clash between the mutated magic power in the body and the holy power of the holy object must have been quite… great. Furthermore, your entire body will be engulfed in flames.
There was no such result. It was strange. No matter how you looked at it, it wasn’t normal. I didn’t understand. The prince’s words, which were even more incomprehensible, pricked my ears.
“Thank goodness. “I think the efficacy of Ungnyeo therapy is more certain than I thought.”
“Yeah? Ungnyeo… what?”
“Therapy.”
“….”
“As I told you earlier, I fed only raw garlic and mugwort for four days. Of course, it wasn’t an easy process. So, they might be saying that holy things are better than garlic.”
“….”
Even if you stand on your head and lift it with the soles of your feet, it seems like torture, not therapy. That’s what the archbishop wanted to say. But Rachiel’s smile was still peaceful, kind, and sweet.
“On the outside, it may seem a bit extreme. However, it is definitely a therapy that has been tested and confirmed.”
“Experiment…?”
“We tracked the flow of mana in the patients’ bodies each time they were fed raw garlic.”
Rachiel said.
It was true.
In fact, each time garlic was given, the patient’s condition was closely monitored through pulse and acupoint scanning. As a result, a very unusual internal reaction was observed.
“Mana, which had been mutated by the vampire’s toxin, showed a violent rejection reaction to raw garlic.”
“You mean rejection?”
“yes. “It’s like there’s a war going on inside your body.”
That was also true.
Every time garlic was fed, a war broke out in the patient’s body. It was a blood clot made of mana and garlic contaminated by vampiric mutation. Each time, the patient trembled in pain, but was able to stop the progression of the metastasis.
“It was more effective than I thought. “If it weren’t for that therapy, this guy, Valentino, would have already died without being able to endure the symptoms of the mutation, or would have been doomed to complete transformation into a vampire.”
“Was it that bad?”
“yes. Besides, look now. To be in close contact with the archbishop’s relics… no, to embrace them passionately, but not to be engulfed in purifying flames. So actually, I have a favor to ask the Archbishop…”
“Yes, Your Highness.”
come.
This is it.
Archbishop Bertona came to his senses.
The income of the Hwangdo Parish has recently decreased significantly due to the Crown Prince’s villa oriental medicine clinic. Those were the days when I worried about that. But what if you grant the crown prince’s request today? In return, we could negotiate to restore the income of the Imperial Diocese.
It was a moment I thought and looked forward to.
“Can I borrow the archbishop’s relic and cut it in half?”
“….”
“I will cut it gently.”
“….”
“When I return it later, I will attach it again.”
“….”
Oh my god.
Would it be okay for me to gently cut this piece of rice cake in half and then put it back together?
At one point, Archbishop Bertona’s attitude as a gentle and benevolent priest was severely tested. He exercised desperate patience. He barely suppressed the swearing by twitching one of his eyebrows.
“…Why, Your Majesty?”
“Because it is absolutely necessary for the complete cure of vampire mutation.”
“Why, Your Majesty?”
“As you are seeing, the progression of vampiric transformation in patients who have received garlic therapy is halted, and their bodies no longer burn when they come into contact with holy objects. In fact, the dysmorphia is improving little by little. Like this guy Valentino right now.”
Chiiik….
As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of grilling pork belly echoed throughout the room. Valentino’s cheeks turned red as he cast Holy Relic and Booby Booby.
On the one hand, everyone was clearly recognizable. Valentino’s complexion has become somewhat clearer than before. The dark circles around my eyes are also subsiding.
“That’s why. “The power of the holy object is absolutely necessary to completely remove the vampiric mutation from the patient’s body.”
It was true.
Rakiel admitted. This means that you cannot completely cure vampire transformation with your own skills alone.
‘This cannot be done with Oriental medicine alone. I need help from the Relic.’
The experience of four days was telling.
Woongnyeo therapy that involves feeding garlic continuously. In addition, it is a decoction that will protect the stomach from poisonous raw garlic. In this way, the patient’s health and stamina are preserved as much as possible and the progression of dysplasia is prevented.
That was the best he could do for the patient. Although progression could be prevented, fundamental treatment could not be achieved. Anything more than that was impossible. A conclusion emerged naturally. I need help from high-level divine power.
So, the archbishop was called to confirm the power(?) of the holy relic.
‘A sacred relic is a special artifact given only to the highest-ranking members of the church. I heard that it contains a mote of power given by God.’
I thought that would be sufficient for treatment. When I checked, the prediction turned out to be correct.
“B but Your Highness?”
“yes?”
“No matter what, this is a sacred object…”
“Yes, so?”
“How can you talk about cutting a sacred object in half so easily?…”
The archbishop was truly perplexed. At first I was angry, but now I was worried that the crown prince was crazy.
But the next moment.
The answer that came back from the crown prince brought the archbishop to his senses.
“A holy relic is just a holy relic, but isn’t it a god?”
“…Yes?”
“Do you, Archbishop, serve a holy relic rather than God?”
“That…”
“Besides, it is not used for personal gain, but to treat and save people suffering from evil vampires. On the contrary, isn’t He even more delighted that the holy relics are being properly used for this kind of work?”
“….”
what.
I ran out of things to say.
The Archbishop fell silent.
Rachiel’s bitter words continued.
“Or are the holy relics merely souvenirs used to reveal the archbishop’s identity and status?”
“Of course!”
“No, right?”
“yes. “Of course, Your Highness.”
“Then is it wrong for the holy relic to be used to eradicate the evil vampire mutation?”
“Of course it is…”
Gulp.
In principle, that’s correct.
When I listened to it, it all seemed strangely correct.
The crown prince is certainly right.
But no answer came quickly. I was afraid. Because I couldn’t have predicted something like this. The issue was too big and burdensome to readily agree. That’s why…
I needed to prepare my mind to think,
‘Is this really okay…?’
Accurate confirmation was also necessary.
You will have to prepare for the questioning you will receive from the church in the future. So…
“There is something I would like to ask your majesty to confirm.”
“I guess you want to cut up the sacred object and ask how it will be used?”
“yes. That’s correct, Your Majesty. “Could you please let me know?”
“Of course.”
Rachiel nodded willingly.
The plan is to use the archbishop’s sacred relic, not just any other object, by cutting it in half… or rather, cutting it in half. Isn’t it a natural assumption and a universally valid national rule to tell people what to do with this?
“The treatment I want to perform by cutting up the sacred object is…”
Gulp.
The archbishop’s neck is shaking again.
He looked at it and kindly informed me.
“It is a cupping therapy for purification of sacred objects that utilizes the suction power of the Asurahan Shimbeop and the hemispherical shape of the sacred objects cut in half.”