The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine

The Crown Prince That Sells Medicine Chapter 328

Episode 328 Even dust squirms when stepped on (3)

– Dust from another dimension. dare.

“…!”

I feel like my soul is being crushed. A distant overwhelming feeling. The despair of a small creature facing a giant. Is this the power of a mythical being?

Rakiel opened his eyes wide.

I couldn’t see anything. The darkness of complete nothingness. There was only a vast dark space stretching out endlessly. As if I had been thrown alone into the deep space.

‘why?’

I didn’t understand.

Just a little while ago, I was in the hospital room. Finally, the extracted insulin was being injected into Damien. But it’s like this. As soon as the needle was inserted into Damian’s body, he was thrown into this distant dark space with a loud voice.

No, was it my soul that was thrown away? Or is this a space made up of hallucinations? If not, is it part of the world that that guy is curled up in?

‘King of the Demon World…’

he muttered.

It’s him.

It is certainly.

Huge voice and presence. It even has a unique creepy feel that makes the fur all over your body stand on end. I have experienced it. where? From Kranos. In the collapsing canyon. At the moment when I stopped the Demon King who had awakened inside Damian.

It was the same then as it is now.

– You are a parasite who borrows someone else’s body. Are you trying to block my path forever?

A voice rings again.

I felt like my entire soul was being shaken. Just the sound of it hurt terribly. I felt like my whole body was being crushed. At the same time, the strength gradually drained from my grip.

It was only then that I realized.

‘…uh?’

There is something in my hand.

It’s a familiar item.

Because it’s a syringe.

But why was it that only souls were dragged into this space, and there was a syringe in my hand? And is there a solution inside the syringe?

okay.

i get it.

That’s insulin.

Is it a real syringe? Or is it an illusion brought about by my stubbornness or the Demon King’s obsession? I couldn’t figure it out. What was certain was that my grip continued to lose strength.

‘no.’

I felt it instinctively.

Do not give the syringe now. If you miss it, it’s over. I don’t know why, but the moment I put the syringe, I had an intuitive feeling that everything the Demon King wanted would come true.

Also, the fact that the Demon King wants that.

‘Ugh…!’

I clenched my teeth and held on. It was insulin extracted after numerous trials and errors. I didn’t want to give it away.

However, it was a heavy burden.

‘please.’

Contrary to my earnest wish, my grip and forearm became increasingly helpless. No, there was actually nothing that could be done. Because I am just floating helplessly in the distant darkness. The tiny creature summoned by a mythical being was the only clear reality.

reality.

okay.

Cruel and cold-hearted.

reality.

reality?

‘No, this is it. reality.’

A sudden thought brought me to my senses. I raised my head. A vast and distant abyss. A space where all you can see is endless darkness. But this is not reality. I, who was brought here, am not a real body either.

This is probably….

‘It’s probably an illusion created by the Demon King.’

And through this, they are probably trying to pressure and oppress my soul and interfere with my medical treatment.

okay.

Medical obstruction.

why?

If you think about it, it’s simple.

‘Could it be that the Demon King is anxious?’

I thought maybe that was the case. No, I was sure. I wonder if the insulin I extracted will be effective. I am afraid that Damian’s acute type 1 diabetes will improve at best. So I’m afraid I won’t be able to force Damian’s body to death.

Then… the plan to descend into this world will be in vain again.

‘That’s what I’m worried about. So, this means….’

This means that my insulin extract was made properly. So the King of Demon World is trying to pressure and interfere with my consciousness by bringing it to this place.

It was thanks to realizing that.

‘…under.’

I burst into laughter without realizing it.

Syringe in hand?

I was no longer obsessed.

Because it’s not a real syringe. Because it is nothing more than an illusion created by the Demon King. Because it’s nothing more than a device designed to break my heart, trample on my will, and make me give up trying.

There is no need to obsess.

No, you shouldn’t be obsessed.

Rather, it’s like getting caught up in it.

‘Something like this.’

I put it.

The moment I let go of the syringe that I had tried so hard to hold on to, there was nothing left there. Rather, I felt relieved. Of course, the fear has not completely disappeared, but my whole body is shaking as if it will break before the overwhelming power of the mythical being.

Although it feels like my soul has been trampled and crushed.

Still, I laughed.

The reason was simple.

The overbearing attitude of the King of Demons towards this insulin injection. This was because the essence hidden in the act was clearly visible.

‘The scale feels cosmically huge… but when you summarize it, it’s just simple. ‘Medical sabotage.’

That’s exactly it.

Suddenly, something happened in Korea came to mind. While running an oriental medicine clinic, I very occasionally encountered situations similar to this. It was mainly by the patient’s family.

The person who calls the police and asks why you carelessly stick a needle into my mother’s body. A person who blocks the entrance to an oriental medical clinic and chases other patients out, complaining that this is all pseudo-treatment. There is even a person who locks the door to the director’s office and threatens him by saying that he will report the certified herbal medicine to the Ministry of Food and Drug Safety.

You think not?

you’re welcome.

Could something like that really happen?

Of course there is.

There were endless people in the world who went beyond common sense. It was only after actually running an oriental medicine clinic that I realized this.

It was thanks(?) to the experiences of the vicious struggle in that reality.

A hole opened in a corner of my soul that had been weighed down by the overwhelming feeling. There was a little bit of leeway. Through that gap, a new emotion sprouted. The identity of that emotion was… anger as a medical professional.

“…Article 12 of the Medical Service Act of the Republic of Korea.”

I muttered unconsciously.

With anger.

Towards a distant dark space.

“Protection of medical technology, etc.”

– what?

Did the Demon King frown? Or did he tilt his head in response to the resistance of a small creature?

Maybe so.

But it doesn’t matter.

Anger that naturally builds up.

I filled it up and threw it away.

“Paragraph 1. “No one may interfere with medical practices below the implementation of medical technology, such as medical midwifery and nursing, performed by medical personnel, except as otherwise provided for in this Act or other laws.”

Of course.

Of course, Oriental medicine doctors are also medical practitioners designated by the Medical Service Act.

– Dust from another dimension. Has your mind and reason already collapsed?

The Demon King’s sneer pierced my ears.

Collapse of spirit and reason?

Overwhelmed by fear?

No, you’re welcome.

I said I’m mad now.

“Paragraph 2. “No one may destroy or damage medical facilities, drugs, or other equipment of a medical institution, or occupy a medical institution to interfere with medical treatment, nor may he instigate or assist such acts.”

He spoke towards the deep abyss. No, he declared. He raised his head as if to confront the overwhelming presence of the Demon King. I felt like I was blinded by the distance, as if I was facing the great universe.

It doesn’t matter though.

The Demon King’s space?

no.

The sight before your eyes is just an illusion.

This is definitely my treatment room. This is the hospital room where my patient is. So no one can interfere with my medical practice here. That is the only truth and truth for me now.

“Paragraph 3. No one may threaten to assault a medical professional performing medical services in a place where medical services are performed, such as a nursing assistant under Article 80, a medical technician under Article 2 of the ‘Act on Medical Technicians, etc.’, or a person receiving medical services.”

– What…

have I finally figured out that this person’s mind is intact? A slight sense of bewilderment permeated the Demon King’s overbearing voice.

– Do you, who are nothing more than a parasite or a speck of dust, dare to mention the insignificant human law to me now?

“The laws of insignificant humans are a mess. parasitism? “Isn’t that a very hostile remark?”

– …what?

“Isn’t that actually a parasitic situation? “In Damien’s body.”

He said it like he was chewing on it.

Even as I spoke, a gradation of anger came over me. No, to be honest, I intentionally got angrier. Otherwise, I feel like I will be crushed by that overwhelming power. I feel like I will be dominated by feelings of instinctive fear and fear that I barely put aside.

I clenched my fists as if I was resisting with all my might.

“If you think about it, yes. You are intentionally interfering with my medical practice. That’s how anxious I guess it is. I guess I’m afraid of the therapeutic effect of my insulin injections. I’m afraid their plan will go awry. “Isn’t that right?”

– dare.

“How dare you. “If it’s revealed more clearly, wouldn’t you be whining because you don’t want to get the injection?”

– What?

“That’s right. I just got caught. Hey, are you a patient of the King of Demons? “It’s time to get your shot.”

– ….

Even a being like the Demon King seems to have nothing to say when he becomes astonished. I thought I heard a faint chuckle coming from him.

– okay. Even in this situation, I can’t help but see the courage to speak so boldly.

Should I step down? Did he decide that his slander wasn’t working well?

The Demon King’s voice became faint. Little by little, light returned to a world that had been filled with abyss of darkness. The overwhelming presence became distant. No, it disappeared.

A slight feeling of dizziness comes soon after.

Vision returns in an instant.

Neat interior.

Sunlight shining through the window.

“….”

The still peaceful scene of the hospital room greeted us. Could it be that nothing really happened to people other than me?

“Are you okay, Your Highness?”

Damian’s voice woke me up. I raised my head. I saw the guy’s haggard face looking at me with concern.

The guy didn’t seem to feel anything. The existence of the Demon King who had been speaking to us. The distant and hopeless feeling of intimidation that it gave. every.

“…ah. “I felt dizzy for a moment.”

I roughly glossed it over. Fortunately, the syringe was still in his hand. Just as he was about to stab Damian in the abdomen.

‘Let’s focus.’

Medical treatment must not be disrupted by the unexpected intervention of the Demon King. You have to focus on this moment. I made a promise and stuck the needle into Damien’s stomach. And slowly administered insulin.

“…It stings more than I thought.”

“uh. sorry. “My hands are shaking a little.”

“it’s okay. “You will become more proficient in the future.”

“It would be better for you to get better before that happens.”

This is my honest sincerity.

I really hope so.

Rakiel prayed and touched Damian’s wrist. And the effect of insulin injection was confirmed.

‘Jinmaek.’

Ding dong!

Clear notification sound.

A pounding heart.

However, the content of the message that followed was quite different from when I usually used the pulse skill.

[(Gyeonggi) Insulin manufacturing success! (Congratulations)]

[You have achieved the monumental achievement of effectively lowering the blood sugar level of type 1 diabetes patients by concentrating and extracting insulin for the first time in the history of the Laurasian continent.] [

Until now, here in the world, type 1 diabetes has caused death as soon as it is contracted. It was a confirmed incurable disease.]

[However, thanks to your achievement in producing insulin by extracting components from the pancreas, a new path has been opened for the treatment of type 1 diabetes.] [

Your great achievement will be forever engraved in the medical history of mankind on the Laurasia continent. .]

[The aspiring medical professionals of the future will resent you for increasing the scope of the test.]

[GDP: Great Doctor Points commensurate with your achievements will be awarded.]