The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 235

Episode 235 Voluntary Declaration of Support (2)

Two days have passed.

Meanwhile, a strange rumor was spreading among the noble families of Magenta, the imperial capital, like a drop of ink in a glass of water.

“Did you hear? The noble director, well…whispering….”

“I heard. Director Noble is at the annex oriental medicine clinic… Sukdeok Sukdeok….”

“I heard. Director Noble is hospitalized there… whispering….”

“I heard. The noble director…”

“…Stop it, you crazy people.”

This is the director’s office of the Detached Oriental Medical Clinic.

There, Rakiel pointed out. Lord Cardin and the members of the special forces who had been whispering to him and reproducing the rumors of his superiority and superiority shrank their necks.

“No, your highness? “We just wanted to convey the vivid image of the rumor to His Majesty.”

Sir Gardin made a gurgling sound with his neck contracted like Zara. However, his feeble protests had no effect on the crown prince.

“That’s it. “If I listen to more men with beards imitating noble ladies’ vocal chords, I’ll get goosebumps and end up in the hospital.”

“But the vivid atmosphere of the scene….”

“Ugh.”

“….”

“Anyway, let me just get to the point.”

“Uh hmm! All right. To summarize, rumors of His Majesty’s intentions are steadily spreading.”

“A rumor that the director of the noble family is hospitalized at the annex oriental medicine clinic?”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Sir Gardin nodded.

“Of course, as Your Highness thoroughly advised, we did not intentionally spread rumors. Did you say that patients’ personal information must be carefully protected? In any case, all the rumors currently spreading among the imperial noble families spread naturally.”

“I guess so. “Since two days ago, Director Noble began to wander out of the hospital room a little bit.”

It was true.

Duke of Estoc, noble abbot.

Perhaps it was frustrating to be confined to the hospital room while the gout attack continued. As soon as the pain subsided, I started walking down the hallway. He seemed relieved that no one would recognize him because his appearance was quite different from usual.

But you’re welcome.

‘Most of the general patients who visit Oriental medicine clinics are commoners, so even if there are few people who recognize the noble director, the servants and maids who work at the villa are not at all.’

It was like that.

Naturally, the appearance of the noble abbot caught the attention of the servants and maids. Actually, if you think about it, there was something a little puzzling about it. It wouldn’t be a noble abbot who wouldn’t know that. Maybe he thought it was a good thing whether the rumor spread or not.

Anyway, it was from then on. Rumors began to circulate throughout the imperial capital about the noble director’s hospitalization at the villa’s oriental medicine clinic.

“Then what is the atmosphere of the rumor? How are you feeling?”

“I feel more agitated than I thought.”

“Are you upset?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“More details.”

Rakiel cheered.

Sir Gardin answered.

“To be precise, a considerable number of nobles are shaken after hearing the rumors. And most of them appear to already have gout.”

“Hmm, good.”

“Then soon… they will come looking for you too, right?”

“maybe?”

Rakiel shrugged his shoulders.

“Originally, everyone was paying attention, but the noble director raised his gun to break the mood?”

“Force…?”

“There is such a thing. “It was the beginning of something that everyone was reluctant to do.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Anyway, before, everyone would not have been able to come to the oriental medicine clinic with peace of mind. “To come to the oriental medicine clinic, you have to go in and out of the villa, and that visit is likely to be seen by others as an act of political strife.”

“I guess so. “Most nobles have many enemies.”

“yes. I don’t know what kind of excuse the fact that I entered the villa could be used by my political enemies in the future. I guess I didn’t want to take on that kind of anxiety on purpose. So, even though I openly mentioned gout at the banquet hall, he probably pretended not to hear it.”

“But isn’t it true that everyone was tempted on the inside?”

“I guess that’s why he’s shaken up now after hearing the news from the noble abbot.”

An evil smile formed on the corner of Rachiel’s mouth.

Slowly, I became convinced.

It’s all according to plan.

I could see that the rice cakes I had thrown at the banquet hall were finally bearing fruit. There are only a few days left. The rumor, which will soon become even more exaggerated, will lift the suppressor(?) in the hearts of countless aristocratic gout sufferers.

And after that?

‘Everyone comes to me and prays. Please cure my gout. Hahaha!’

The soon-to-be future was clearly pictured. A smile suddenly bloomed.

Rakiel’s prediction was completely correct. It didn’t take particularly long. On the night that Lord Gardin reported the rumor, a new gout patient finally knocked on the emergency room of the Oriental Medicine Clinic.

“Look at this! Doctor… Your Majesty… please!”

A middle-aged man who looked like he was a viscount or something was carried by a servant and complained of pain, tears and snot running down his face.

Of course, Rachiel welcomed him as warmly(?) as she did when she was the head of the noble family. Even though I woke up from my sleep, I started treatment without showing the slightest sign of dislike or annoyance.

It was from that day.

New emergency patients came every night. Most of them were nobles suffering from gout. Thanks to this, Rakiel ended up being called away after sleeping for several days.

‘Uh oh. ‘Why do they only come at night!’

Even as I complained, I could guess the reason. Everyone is still watching what’s going on around them. That’s why I deliberately visit the villa in the middle of the night to avoid other people’s eyes.

However, the nobles’ tricks(?) were soon shattered. There was no other reason. This was because the number of nobles visiting at night complaining of gout had increased.

“My Highness…! I’m sorry for coming here in the middle of the night. But I dare hope that my pain… huh?”

“Ugh, I too… came all the way here to see you… huh?”

One night, two noble men ran into each other in the emergency room. Coincidentally, he was also being carried by a servant, clutching his left foot and sweating profusely.

But what was even more complicated was the fact that the two men were nobles from rival families who had always been enemies of Cheolcheon.

“…Veneto?”

“Fermo?”

“Huh, what are you doing here?”

“I am asking. “What brings you here?”

“I went out for a walk.”

“under! Going for a walk while being carried by a servant while sweating profusely? And that too in this villa? “That’s nonsense!”

“So Beneto, I think you look just like me?”

“I’m just out to see the stars.”

“under! Are you sweating profusely and looking at the stars while being carried by a servant? And that too in this villa? “That’s nonsense!”

“Are you intentionally repeating what I said just now?”

“You are probably imitating my actions.”

“I’m not freaking out in pain like you are?”

“I’m not in any pain at all.”

“You look like you’re almost crying?”

“That one?”

“Can you prove it?”

“Why don’t you give it a try?”

Even as the two noble men lay side by side on hospital beds in the emergency room, they continued their war of words as if they were about to duel. Rakiel, who was still complaining about the sleepless night she had today, put on her robe and came out, sighed heavily.

“No dueling in the emergency room. “If you break it, I’ll kick you both out.”

“….”

“It’s obvious. “You both have gout, right?”

“Well, I went for a walk…”

“I just looked at the stars…”

“No lying in the emergency room. “If you break it, I’ll kick you both out.”

“…Your Majesty! “The ventilation is right!”

“Me too, Your Highness!”

“I came first and get treatment first!”

“no! My servant was the first to register for medical treatment! So please start with me!”

“You said you went out to see the stars?”

“You said it was just a walk!”

“…Stop it, you crazy people.”

It was like this.

As each day passed, the number of nobles I encountered in the emergency room, hospital room, or in the hallway of the hospital ward increased.

Is that why?

Gradually, the nobles became bolder.

‘That guy is also hospitalized in a separate palace. Would there be a problem with me?’

‘The noble director is also hospitalized, so I’m sure I’ll be fine too!’

It was a mentality like…

Thanks to this, the behavior of observing people entering and leaving the villa gradually disappeared. Everyone gradually became more honest.

It was the power of the atmosphere.

If I’m the only one at school who gets to leave early, I get a little caught off guard. However, when everyone gets sick with Apollo’s eye disease or something else and has to leave early as a group, they become more confident.

The same goes for companies. I feel like I’ve become a bad guy who will beat me to death if I’m the only one who is late. But what if an unprecedented situation occurs where the entire subway near the company is paralyzed? So, wouldn’t it be easier to feel at ease if the assistant manager, manager, and manager are all late together?

It was thanks to that.

Gradually, imperial nobles began to openly visit the villa’s oriental medicine clinic. No, at some point, the lobby of the annex oriental medicine clinic became a place for nobles to socialize.

In order to keep up with the trend, everyone came to the villa’s oriental medicine clinic even if they were not in pain. While we were here, we chatted and socialized while getting a compress on the area that was usually sore.

“…an atmosphere has been created. “Is this also thanks to Director Noble?”

“Hehehe. “I apologize, Your Majesty.”

“no. Now I understand. “It is also true that Director Noble deliberately showed his hospitalized appearance to others.”

“Have you been caught?”

“You’re so blatant.”

Rakiel smiled bitterly and glanced across the data table from the director’s office. There was the Duke of Estoc, a nobleman who had just completed discharge formalities.

“I just… changed my mind a little, Your Highness.”

“Thoughts?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The duke said with a smile.

“What a sick person needs is appropriate treatment. “I wondered if there was any need for another political reason or excuse.”

“So you’re saying that you created an opportunity for the nobles to come here without worrying about what’s going on around them?”

“It’s an opportunity. I don’t know what to do with myself since you’ve decorated me so grandly. “I was just walking down the hallway, Your Highness.”

“That’s what I’m thankful for.”

“no. I’m just grateful. So, before I leave the hospital, I want to tell you…”

“Are you going to declare your support for me?”

“…How did you know?”

The duke was shocked.

Rachiel spoke as if she knew everything.

“If you hadn’t thought that way from the beginning, you wouldn’t have brought in other nobles.”

“this. Did you get caught again?”

“As expected, you are so blatant.”

Rachiel smiled again. The duke also had a similar smile.

“If you do, Your Highness? How can I declare my support? “If you have a preferred method, I will gladly follow it.”

the duke asked out of politeness.

And on the other hand, it was expected.

The usual procedure for declaring support came to mind: convening a meeting of the House of Lords, making an official declaration there, etc.

Maybe we can do that this time too.

That would be fine.

It was around the time when the duke was thinking…

“Ah, if that’s the way to go, I have prepared something. hey? Dean Lyer?”

Perfect!

The crown prince snapped his fingers toward the outside of the director’s office. Then, a young noble man dressed in fine clothes came in, quickly answering the call.

“Did you call me, Your Highness?”

“huh. I called. “Did you prepare well?”

“Of course, Your Highness.”

“Then shall we begin?”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

As soon as there was no answer, a young nobleman named Dean Lier Yeongsik came into the director’s office, bringing a variety of items.

But those items…

“…What are those, Your Highness?”

The duke, taken aback by the sudden development of the situation(?), asked. Rakiel answered calmly, as if asking what was so surprising.

“You’ll know when you see it. Canvas paint brushes etc. Getting ready to paint. “That friend once received treatment for his mother and got a job as my dedicated painter.”

“You mean a dedicated painter? But a painting…?”

A picture?

now?

here?

why?

A million question marks appeared in the duke’s mind. Rachiel smiled even more calmly.

“You said you would give me a declaration of support in the form I want, right?”

“Yes, Your Highness. “I’m sorry….”

“So, I have to fuck you. It’s a proof shot.”

“…yes?”

“Now, come over here and sit next to me. If possible, give a thumbs up. “Smile too.”

“You mean like this?”

“Hey. “A little more naturally.”

“Ah yes…”

The duke panicked in despair. When I came to my senses, I found myself sitting next to the crown prince and posing.

Dean Lier Youngsik quickly drew the prince and duke. Croquis style suitable for instant drawing. Keep the coloring as simple as possible.

And the next day.

A photo proving the Duke’s hospitalization, which also included a declaration of support, was hung in the lobby of the Oriental Medical Clinic. Below it, the duke’s handwritten review and signature were also engraved.

[Star rating: 10.0]

[The director is friendly and the herbal medicine is delicious. I intend to visit again.]