01x03 - The Chief Royal Pharmacian and the Reincarnated Pharmacologist

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A house call for the Empress?

Is something wrong with Her Majesty?

Her condition apparently took a sudden turn.

We'll go and—

I don't like the sound of that cough

What's wrong?

Nothing!

What sort of illness does Her Majesty have?

I cannot speak of it here.

Go get ready.

Yes, Father.

Parallel World Pharmacy

The Chief Royal Pharmacian

and the Reincarnated Pharmacologist

Episode 3

The Chief Royal Pharmacian

and the Reincarnated Pharmacologist

Archduke!

Head Court Physician.

How is Her Majesty's condition?

It does not look good.

Her lungs appear to have

weakened considerably.

Your Majesty, I am sorry to disturb you.

So this

is this nation's empress,

Her Majesty Élisabeth II.

Farma, my bag.

Y-Yes, sir.

And this

is how examinations are performed here?

I see. Then it's as we feared

Indeed. The stars are in a horrible state.

I'm afraid her destiny is near its end.

Did he just mention stars?!

Nevertheless, I shall continue

what treatment I can.

Farma, assist me.

Y-Yes, sir.

"Treatment"

In this world, pharmacians have

independent prescribing authority,

so they both prescribe

and compound medicine.

The smell of opium and mandrake.

Anesthetic effects.

So he created an anesthesia potion?

Your Majesty, how are you feeling?

Bruno,

speak plainly.

Am I beyond recovery?

Not at all, Your Majesty.

I have brought a powerful medicine.

Please inhale these vapors.

It should ease your breathing.

With that medicine, no improvement

in her illness can be expected.

So all they can do is lessen

her present suffering?

Call the priest.

Most likely, tomorrow night

will be the critical juncture.

This is like a ritual for euthanasia!

Do they not intend to cure her?

No one here does?

I can't remain

on the sidelines!

Lung cancer.

Bronchiectasis.

Pneumonia.

It's not simply pneumonia

In that case

tuberculosis?

The white death, as it was once known.

Given the lack of injection devices,

the oral route is my only option.

Four medicines, if possible.

One of those four needs to be rifampin,

but it has a high molecular

weight and a complex structure,

making it difficult to envision accurately.

If I mess up

So this is what it means to deal

directly with the patient.

Mother!

Your Highness!

Prince Louis!

Mother, when will you be all better?

Louis

Your Highness, we mustn't

disturb Her Majesty!

No!

Your Highness.

No!

Your Majesty.

Though it is not my place, may I request

permission to treat Your Majesty?

There is a new medicine

for Your Majesty's illness.

Farma, stop!

A new medicine?

Is there truly?

Yes.

This is no time for jests, boy! Enough!

Hold, Bruno!

You know of a medicine?

That is to say,

you know the name of my affliction as well?

I believe I do.

I see.

Very well, then.

Your Majesty!

Claude

When I was hale and hearty,

I was held to be the finest practitioner

of Divine Arts in the empire.

I believe I still retain the ability

to discern who is worthy of trust.

You

I see that you alone

have not yet given up.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Good. Permission granted.

Farma! Open this door!

What are you doing?

Open up, you fool!

To prevent the bacteria from

acquiring drug resistance,

I need to use three or four

drugs together, if possible.

Isoniazid,

pyrazinamide,

ethambutol,

and finally,

rifampin!

Farma.

What are you doing?

I am preparing for Her Majesty's treatment.

Don't be ridiculous!

No one in the world can

cure the white death!

I'm surprised.

So you had already ascertained

that it was the white death?

That much has been clear

for quite some time!

Unlike me, he diagnosed her

without special help.

He really is a magnificent pharmacian.

Being a pharmacian is not about

pointlessly brandishing your knowledge.

You must use your knowledge

to soothe the patient's heart.

Farma, think of the patient!

The white death is an incurable illness.

The patient is suffering.

What is the point of

driving them to despair?

A new medicine?

To spout such nonsense is reprehensible.

No, Father. The medicine exists!

And it's

something you need to take as well!

Wait! What are you doing?

Why?

Answer me, Farma!

What is it that you are

attempting to compound?

Put your wand away, Father!

Do you mean to destroy the whole lab?

Answer!

If you cannot explain, it's poison!

Sword Dance of Ice!

What? With no wand or incantation?!

Farma

No

Who

are you?

I ask you once more.

Just who are you?

What is all this?

Knowledge of new medicines.

I dreamed of it the day

I was struck by lightning.

A dream

And that day was the turning point?

Yes.

On your shoulder. That's the holy mark.

Did the Panactheos grant you a revelation?

I couldn't say.

So that's the situation.

This is incredible.

To think the Panactheos

granted my son a blessing

Please, Father!

Administer this medicine to Her Majesty!

If we say that you compounded it,

your standing within the

court will be preserved.

No.

The medicine you make is yours to give.

That has always been my teaching.

Her Majesty placed her faith

in you and your assessment.

She resolved to stake her life

on your medicine.

Thus you, too, must stake your own life

on giving your medicine.

That is a pharmacian's duty,

and a pharmacian's pride.

Yes, Father.

Farma's attribute was positive water.

Even if he can produce water,

he should not be able to erase it

Are you

Are you Farma?

Are you really my son?

I mean, I consider myself to be.

Ladies and gentlemen, sorry for the wait.

Why is he hiding his face?

What disrespect he shows the Empress!

Does it mean he can't face her?

That took some time.

Where is your father?

Did he turn tail and flee?

No. Nothing of the sort.

The time is of no import. Come closer.

This is the new medicine, Your Majesty.

Chief Royal Pharmacian,

shouldn't you stop your son?

No

He His skills may have

already surpassed ours.

All I can do is watch him.

Before I report the effects

of this new medicine,

there is something I would

like Your Majesty to see.

Might I have Your Majesty's cooperation?

Very well. Proceed.

This is a sputum sample

I obtained from Your Majesty.

Please bring that close to your eye and

peer through the hole toward some light.

Like this?

What are these?

I see They look like creatures—

Claude.

Pardon me.

Now then.

What are these?! Bugs?

Head Court Physician, what do you see?

Incredible They look

just like caterpillars.

Are these living organisms?

Farma, explain what we have witnessed.

They're extremely small organisms

that cause the white death.

They're bacteria.

Your Majesty's body is being

affected by these organisms.

Bac-teria, you say?

There exist diseases in this world caused by

infection with micro-organisms like these.

The medicine I am giving Your Majesty

operates on the organisms

that cause the white death.

If the medicine is taken properly for

half a year, full recovery can be expected.

That is quite a long time.

The white death is a tenacious malady.

Farma, your explanation fundamentally

upends our existing concept of disease.

Very well. I shall take your medicine.

As you wish.

Now then, starting today,

I will watch Your Majesty take

this medicine every day.

This is called directly observed

treatment, short-course—

Your Majesty.

I put myself in your care, Farma.

Your Majesty, I, Farma de Médicis,

hereby stake my life

on Your Majesty's safe

and effective treatment.

Here I go.

Your Majesty.

Yes.

Ladies and gentlemen,

when this new medicine has succeeded in

appropriately eliminating the bacteria,

the white death shall cease

to be an incurable disease!

Never again shall we fear this illness!

Young man, just what is this object?

Please, spare no detail!

What a splendid Divine Art!

This is not a Divine Art.

It is a device anyone can make.

Farma de Médicis

I will share the designs.

A pharmacian must be close with patients.

What a pharmacian needs most

is not skill, but heart.

In accordance with that conviction,

I have interacted earnestly with my

patients, and I believe I understood them.

And yet,

I have failed to do even a single

fatherly thing for my son.

I don't even know what my son thought

about, or how he felt about his life.

Despite that, I can tell that the boy

before me is not the Farma I knew.

I'm glad Her Majesty managed to sleep.

I hope she rests well.

Y-Yes. I'm sure your medicine helped.

I hope so

Um, these are for you.

If you're willing to take them, that is.

The Panactheos has blessed you.

A god's will cannot be comprehended,

but I imagine this is a reminder that

I have much room for improvement.

If it is my Guardian Deity's will,

then I can only obey.

You are mistaken.

Though I had knowledge,

I didn't understand the needs of

a patient on the verge of death.

That is something you taught me.

Though I have been granted these abilities,

I am still only an

apprentice-level pharmacian.

My acumen is shallow and unrefined.

So please,

as someone deeply immersed in medicine,

continue to show me the way.

Let's pursue the path of medicine together,

Father.

Thank you,

my son.

Episode 4

The Empress and an Imperial Charter