Parallel World Pharmacy Volume 3 Chapter 11 Part1

Translator: Ese

Editor: blacklotus

“Letting Falma who's an apprentice pharmacist became a shopkeeper of a pharmacy? What're you doing, Eleonore? “

Palle picked up the staff he released and scolded Ellen while wearing it on his waist.

Ellen inquired what he was saying because she thought he was mistaken.

“Yes?”

Palle believed Falma was, nonetheless, an unqualified apprentice pharmacist. Therefore, he thought that Ellen who was Falma's teacher had decided to allow him to do as he pleases or executed some irresponsible things. Palle sighed as he concluded that.

“You're still inexperienced without a qualification. Appointing you as a shopkeeper even if you're merely a decoration isn't a joke. Being a shopkeeper, you'll naturally confront hard times and make mistakes on managing it."

Falma and Ellen looked at each other.

What am I going to do? Should I tell the truth to brother?

Falma responded in an appropriate manner after interacting through gaze.

“I told Ellen to allow me, do the pharmacy thing as a shopkeeper, wasn't it?”

Falma looked at Ellen.

“Hey Falma … I think it would be more adequate to tell the truth to Palle.”

Ellen prompted Falma.

Ellen was worried the truth would be unnecessarily tougher for Palle unless Falma could confide earlier. Without concern for Ellen, Palle started talking.

If you didn't pursue pharmacology systematically, the period of self-taught learning would be more prolonged. Though it wasn't Nova Root Pharmaceutical University, San Flueve Empire Pharmaceutical University remain, nonetheless, a suitable choice rather than learning from private tutor.

Palle seemed seriously worried about Falma's future.

“Oh, I think I'll attend the Imperial's pharmaceutical university.”

Falma struggled while dwelling on what happened.

If Falma entered San Flueve Imperial Pharmaceutical University, it wouldn't be as a student but a professor; his brother didn't know. Ellen was breathless and sighed.

“As it is, my older brother would you leave the treatment to me? I will explain older brother's illness after going to a pharmacy.”

“In that case, I will inquire you ahead of time, but what kind of illness do I have?

Palle asked Falma. Falma responded promptly without hesitation.

“Leukemia”

The origin of the disease name was based on the first discovery of a German pathologist of the 19th century. Whose blood of a patient suffering from a certain splenomegaly became whitish and died.

“What is it, your findings? Did you even diagnose me properly?”

Of course that was Palle's reaction since he never heard that disease. He was shocked to learn his younger brother was clever to create his own disease name.

“I have an idea about its symptoms.”

"What're you doing? The name of the disease shouldn't becreated without permission. It should be based on the proper diagnosis. Are you operating the pharmacy like that?"

Palle admonished Falma.

“It isn't a shame that you can't make a diagnosis. There are many unknown diseases in the world. It's more embarra.s.sing as a pharmacist to provide it a proper name."

“I think therefore the same”

Falma completely agreed with Palle.

Ellen can't keep up with Falma's drama play. Therefore, she involuntarily put her hand on her forehead. However, Falma never made fool of Palle. Preferably, he honestly respected Palle's att.i.tude to face the illness.

To objectively diagnose the disease, to accept his death as unruly in the pharmaceutical industry. Falma thought he's a great pharmacist. He had a life expectancy based on his knowledge and experienced as much as he could possibly have.

On the other hand, Falma used Diagnosis Eyes to check Palle's current condition.

“Let's go back to the pharmacy, talk longer, and determine a diagnosis based on the procedure. Ellen, I'll be preparing a lot at the pharmacy. Please come home with my elder brother in the carriage. I'll secure a carriage to you."

“Well, why should I come home with Palle? I'm heading home with a horse.”

Ellen made a face blatantly disgusted. She didn't want to wait for a horse-drawn carriage, and she also didn't like going home with a Palle.

“No. What're you saying without my permission? I told you. I must go back to Nova Root.”

Falma decided the schedule without permission. Palle didn't seem considering an intention to obey Falma.

“No. Now, older brother would more likely to suffer cerebral hemorrhage so do not ride on horses.”

Falma, who told his older brother, took a horse with slapstick and went back to the pharmacy.

“Well, your brother said so."

Ellen clutched the reins of the horse and called for Palle. Ellen and Palle's horse returned to their home as she let go of them.

“What's he doing? Forbidding me to mount a horse?”

“It's for your sake, perhaps.”

“Are you stupid?”

Palle couldn't take it and tried to call back his horse.

Ellen ceased it.

“No, I'll wait for a carriage.”

From here to the pharmacy, even if you go back walk on foot, it required thirty minutes to return. However, the ground was getting soaked with snow. It would be cleverer to wait for the carriage than to walk on foot.

"Oh… I wonder if I should've brought a sledge to the horse."