Huh? Ms. Eléonore did?
Yes. She says she has a high fever and can't tutor you...
and that she'd like to quit entirely.
Do you have any idea why?
Uh...
You have no shadow!
N-No. Maybe the fever has her feeling down?
Good grief.
Guiding apprentices is part of a pharmacian's training.
What's gotten into her?
Farma.
Yes, sir?
Deliver this potion and this letter to her.
Y-Yes, Father.
Judging by the recipe Bruno told me,
this potion will have no more effect than a nutrient drink.
If she really has a fever...
Acetaminophen. As needed.
Take for fever or pain.
Wait four to six hours between doses.
Parallel World Pharmacy
Episode 2
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For what purpose do you deign to visit my humble home?
E-E-Elen?!
Have you come to eliminate me for knowing your secret?
That is why, is it not?!
It's nothing like that, so please calm down!
Look! I didn't bring a wand or anything!
In that case...
why are you here?
My father sent me.
Since you said you have a fever, he asked me to bring you this potion.
Master made that for me?
He went to that trouble when I can make fever medicine myself?
O-Oh, gods!
Is it poisoned?!
No! Don't be silly!
Also, these are from me.
A different type of fever medicine to Father's,
and a salve for your jammed finger,
as well as some usage instructions.
O-Oh, gods!
Are they poisoned?!
For the second time, no!
I have no intention of harming you, Elen.
The truth is, I also want you to keep being my tutor.
But why?
You have no need for instruction in Divine Arts or pharmacology.
You are an incarnation of the Panactheos, after all!
As far as I know, I'm human, not a god...
If that is your wish, then it is my command.
I swear, nothing and no one can pry your secret from my lips,
including your father and your family!
And so, I beg of you,
please spare my wretched life!
I really don't have a clue how to use Divine Arts. That's the truth.
Listen, Elen,
I need you in my life.
Huh?
What do you...
Ah, I mean, like, I need your knowledge.
Oh, that's how you meant it.
It looks like knowledge of Divine Arts is passed down orally.
The de Médicis library has no materials on it.
I have no way to learn it on my own.
I don't know how to control my abilities.
And so I want you to treat me as you always have.
Don't treat me like a superior.
But if... if your mind is made up, and I can't change it...
then please take these as thanks for all you did as my tutor.
Thanks for everything, Elen.
What?
I won't disturb you any longer.
Sorry for scaring you. I hope you can get some rest.
Take care of yourself.
Do I take this?
I've never even seen a medicine in powdered form like this.
What am I thinking?
The Panactheos is a benevolent Guardian Deity at heart.
There are no stories of the god harming humans.
Cerulean flowers. My favorite...
Here goes nothing!
Good morning, Panactheos!
Elen!
Do you feel better now?
I see you're still heavily fortified, though.
It's a precaution, just in case.
If I'm going to help the Panactheos train,
it's only prudent to have some protection!
So then you'll...
Of course, Panactheos—excuse me, Farma. I'll keep tutoring you.
Thank you, Elen!
No need to thank me.
If you were to lose control of your Divine Arts due to my lack of instruction,
you could level the entire imperial city!
No need to exaggerate.
Do you really think I'm exaggerating?
Besides, I'm the one who should be thanking you.
That salve and that bitter powder seem to have worked marvelously!
I'm glad to hear that.
Not even Master's medicine works so quickly.
Thank you.
Don't mention it.
And I loved the flowers.
Now then, next stop: an uninhabited island!
Uninhabited island?
As I said, we're taking precautions!
Good grief! Now I'm totally covered in sand!
Ugh, sorry...
You'll eventually gain control of your Arts.
I guess we'll just have to keep practicing!
Why, hello, Young Master!
I hope you're well, Madeleine.
Reflux esophagitis.
Fine weather today, eh, sir?
You've certainly got pep in your step, Alfred.
Stye.
The master will be delayed in returning tonight.
Please inform the head chef.
Pharyngitis.
Yes, at once.
Chronic simple rhinitis.
Simon, sir. I have a financial matter to discuss.
Gonarthrosis.
A non-invasive treatment might be best for Cédric's knees.
When full recovery is possible, the light disappears.
When it's not possible, a dim glow remains...
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No fever or rash. No findings on fingers. Swelling in both knees. Tenderness on inside. Joint movement is deteriorating, but still smooth. Gonarthrosis, both knees. (Confirmed via Diagnostic Eye) Pain observed. Having effect on daily life. Should avoid heavy lifting as much as possible. Confirmed presence of kidney damage. Prescribe NSAIDs.
...should be considered.
In this world, my existence is "heresy."
If my lack of shadow and my special abilities are discovered,
in the worst case, I might be arrested and executed.
To prevent that, I need to make myself indispensable—at least to the people here.
Rhagadiform eczema.
That's a pharmacian's mansion for you!
All the classic tools for compounding medicine are here!
First, I'll make a moisturizing heparinoid cream for Lotte.
I'll synthesize the base ingredients in turn.
Glycerol!
Great! It worked!
As long as I know the substance's composition,
I can create both solids and liquids, and even viscous substances.
For the emulsifier and surfactant, I'll use glycerol monostearate.
After producing heparin, I'll depolymerize it to obtain the main heparinoid medicine.
The oil phase will be an oleaginous base with squalene and cetyl alcohol.
Then I take the oil phase and the water phase with the base
and ingredients mixed in and warm them both with water,
gradually add the water phase to the oil phase
with the emulsifier added, and stir quickly.
To finish, essential oils for fragrance
and then safe preservatives and stabilizers for shelf life.
Now I just combine until it's homogenous...
Finished!
Huh? A... gift for me?
Yup, because you're always doing so much for me.
You said all the scrubbing you do dries out your hands, right?
Put this cream on the dry spots.
Put this steroid salve on the particularly bad spots.
Master Farma! Thank you so much! I'm so happy!
Can I share this with my mom?
She has the same problem...
Oh! And the other servants as well!
I'll make some for each of them after examining their symptoms individually.
By the way,
I have gifts for everyone else as well.
Everyone was overjoyed to receive your medicines, Master Farma!
Yeah. I never imagined Madeleine would cry that much.
Or that you would, either.
Well, I mean...
Yes?
We servants have never received medicine from our masters before.
Of course we were touched.
You haven't?
Even though the servants are practically family?
That's just how it is.
The master is a pharmacian for high-class individuals.
Aristocratic pharmacians don't examine commoners.
That is simply our station.
It doesn't seem right to select patients based on social class.
Even if they did examine us,
the cost of the medicine is out of reach for commoners.
A class-based society and drug price problems...
With the state of knowledge in this era,
I bet few medicines even work.
On top of that, without the money for medicine,
the commoners have to turn to superstitions and shams.
And mortality rates are high...
If more effective medicines were made more common...
You had never examined me before, either, Master Farma.
What? R-Really?
Really. Though, I'm sure that was partly because the master prohibited it.
Ah.
It's true that it would be dangerous for an apprentice
to treat people with half-baked knowledge.
But going forward, I want to make medicine available to those who need it.
And that should also serve as part of my pharmacian's training.
You're such a kind person!
I don't think I'm especially kind...
With all you've done lately to treat people regardless of social class,
I'm sure you'll make a great pharmacian!
I'll work as hard as I can to make that come true.
Good morning!
Oh? Where's Blanche?
Mother?
Farma.
Blanche came down with chickenpox.
Chickenpox, also known as varicella,
is a contagious infectious disease caused by infection with the varicella-zoster virus,
classified as human herpesvirus 3.
They have chickenpox in this world, too?
If it's the same as on Earth,
then a four-year-old should most likely experience only mild illness.
Is the disease really so dangerous here?
Stay away from Blanche for three weeks, or the disease may spread.
We have to leave the poor girl alone for three entire weeks?
We'll have a small number of servants care for her, just as we did with Farma.
Do you remember that, four years ago?
He's hinting that I can go see her because of my immunity...
But exercise caution.
Even after you've had chickenpox, the disease can reoccur,
though that fact is not yet recorded in medical texts.
Simon.
Yes, Master.
Even on Earth, it was thought until only recently that immunity was lifelong.
He knows that reinfection occurs in rare cases?
This man is incredible.
I've been summoned for an emergency house call.
Be sure to exercise due caution.
Yes, Father.
When it comes to chickenpox medications that are appropriate for children,
my options are acyclovir and valacyclovir.
Since I'm making it myself, acyclovir, with its less complex molecule, seems better.
In short...
2-amino-9-[(2-hydroxyethoxy)methyl]- 1,9-dihydro-6H-purin-6-one.
Create acyclovir!
Blanche, are you awake?
Brother?
How do you feel?
I feel yucky.
I have all these bumpies, and I'm itchy.
She has the characteristic red rash.
Chickenpox. Human herpesvirus 3 infection.
Brother, Father will be upset that you came to my room.
That's why I snuck in to see you. It's a secret.
A secret...
Blanche, I have medicine for you.
I don't wanna! It's bitter and yucky!
Let's put the bitter medicine in a macaron!
Is it okay to do that?
It is with this medicine.
For some medicines it's bad, so always ask me first.
Okay!
Make sure you drink lots of water after you eat this.
Hey, Brother?
What is it?
Father said there was no medicine for what I have.
Uh... I found it in a new book!
One of Father's books?
But Father doesn't know about it?
F-Father is very busy, so maybe he hasn't had time to read it yet!
So this will be our little secret, too. Okay?
Okey-dokey!
It's itchy!
Ah, don't scratch!
If the blisters break open, the virus will get out.
Vi-rus?
In this world, there's no concept of viruses or bacteria...
Brother, teach me! Teach me!
What's a vi-rus?
It's... sorta like an evil spirit that's too small to see.
A ghost?
I'm scared!
Don't worry.
After we apply this azulene ointment, I'll stay with you for a while.
Brother, you're different.
What?
Is something different than before?
Wh-What makes you say that?
I mean, you never used to play with me like this.
And you never fed me like this either.
Brother, you got really, really nice!
Is the way I am now weird?
Umm, I dunno.
But,
I wuv this Brother, too!
Bro-bro, I wuv you!
Brother, is something in your eyesies? Are you okay?
How is your appetite? Any pain?
No ouchies! I'm hungy!
Hmm. Your recovery seems awfully quick.
Well, you see, Father...
It's a secret!
I gotta say, it seems like I'm abnormal, even by the standards of a parallel world situation.
I have Substance Creation and Elimination,
my left hand lets me see medical problems,
and my right even lets me magnify things...
And I have no shadow. Is it because I've died once already?
These powers are too great.
Can I really keep using them at no cost to myself?
What's going to happen to me?
I did it!
One Leeuwenhoek simple microscope!
Now I can observe things at high resolution without using my right hand!
Even if viruses are too small, I bet I could show Blanche bacteria.
Master Farma, pardon the interruption.
Come in.
The master wishes to see you.
Please come at once.
Ah, you're here, Farma.
Get ready to leave immediately.
We have an emergency house call for Her Majesty the Empress.
Episode 3
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