"Loma" can be regarded as a long-established and well-known pharmacy in Vienna. Its establishment dates back to the middle of the last century. It has been passed to the owner Quedlin Loma for the third generation. It is truly a century-old brand.

Pharmacies in the 17th or 18th century did not have customer channels. People only needed to hand in the doctor's prescription from the sales window to get the medicine. Because customers could not enter the house, old Loma was not willing to spend a lot of money on home decoration, using his earned money to

Money bought a lot of fashionable and expensive furnishings【1】.

But times have changed now, and customers want to be able to intuitively see the medicines they take.

Therefore, the current owner Quedlin expanded the store and separated the herbal processing and storage room from the laboratory [2]. The medicine sorting table originally placed in the store was also replaced by a long and narrow counter, trying to give patients who patronize a spacious stay area.

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"It was built on March 24, 1751. It's engraved on the sign." Quedlin pointed to the door and asked Kavi, "Why are you asking about the date when the store was founded? Aren't you here to buy medicine?"

Kawei nodded quickly: "Uh, yes, I'm here to buy medicine."

The family motto passed down from three generations of the Luoma family: When opening a business, you must respond to every request. Even if you are terminally ill, you should try your best to meet the basic needs of customers. For example, the color of the potion, the raw materials used, the taste, etc., the purpose is to cure diseases by relying on chance.

Being considerate is the key.

But when it came to his hands, it seemed like he was going to make an exception.

"If you don't want to buy medicine, please leave. I still have business here."

"Buy it, I will definitely buy it." Kavi walked to the counter, took out a 20-kronor note from his pocket, and said with a smile, "Just give me a bottle of medicine specifically for treating headaches and fevers. My mother recently

The fever is severe."

"Headache and fever..."

Quedlin put down the book in his hand, stood up and took out a distinctive white bowl from the medicine cabinet on the side, placing it in front of Kavi: "According to the four-liquid theory [3], fever is closely related to the increase in blood.

.I think you can try this, I just bought it from a supplier in Hungary."

Too much blood?

Kawei frowned, as if he noticed something. As Quedlin opened the porous lid on the white basin, black squirming worms revealed the answer on the spot: a jar of healthy and hungry leeches [4].

"Is this going to be bloodletting?"

"Yes, bloodletting [5]."

Quedlin reached into the jar like he was holding a beloved pet, and easily picked up a wet leech from the water. He kept changing the position of his hands to prevent them from biting his skin: "These are all of pure blood.

The Hungarian medicinal leeches [6] are of medium size and are just right for use on patients.”

Kawei didn't feel disgusted, but he really couldn't like it: "Is there any other way?"

"Anything else?" Quedlin threw the leech into the jar and asked, "Are there any other symptoms besides headache and fever?"

"Emmm... cough." Kawei's eyes were full of those dark little guys. He didn't listen carefully to what he said, so he said casually, "The cough is quite severe."

"It seems to be a lung problem. I suggest you have bloodletting."

Quedlin knocked on the jar with his knuckles, his tone was very confident, and considering that he was in his fifties, he looked like an old director with decades of clinical experience: "Once every three days, 5 times a time, a total of 150

Heller, 6 treatments per course. If it’s too expensive, you can also choose to use a scratcher [7] and a suction can.”

After saying that, he skillfully took out these two items from the cupboard.

Kawei had just traveled through time, and his surgical thinking was basically over, but internal medicine was still in modern times and had not been touched much. He never thought that blood would need to be bled for headaches and brain fever, and blood could be bled for everything: "It's better to use medicine, my mother is not very good at it."

Like this kind of thing.”

Quedlin sighed: "This is the first time I've seen someone who doesn't like bloodletting..."

"Haha, my mother is a weirdo." Kawei had no choice but to respond aloud.

"I have a cough, a headache, and a fever. There are so many symptoms. Let me think about it..."

Quedlin glanced at the 20-kronor note in Kavi's hand. Although it didn't match the other person's dress, the money couldn't be fake. He turned around, rummaged through the cupboard, took out a golden round pot, and

A coffee-colored pill was poured out: "Would you like to try this?"

"What kind of medicine is this?"

“The treasure of my family’s store—the panacea.”

Quedlin turned over the pot and revealed a homemade label. The product name was "Panax" [8], and underneath it was a crappy advertising line: Hartmann Hospital's famous internist [Posa Klock]

Yi] I highly recommend it, it will definitely cure all diseases, and you will be punished by fifty if you give it up.

"this......"

Panacea is a lie in the face of modern thinking, but this is the 19th century, and you still have to do as the Romans do, even if it's just a pretense: "How much does it cost?"

When it came to money, Quedlin finally showed a smile on his face: "20 crowns a bottle."

Kawei glanced at the banknotes in his hand and continued to ask: "How many grains are there?"

"50 pills."

40 Helles a pill is indeed expensive enough, and it can also bear the name of panacea. As for the effect, Kawei really dare not make a conclusion, and there is no specific drug experiment to help him make a conclusion: "I only have

I’ve paid 20 kronor, does the medicine really work?”

"Yes, absolutely!" the boss said excitedly, pointing to the label, "If you see it, you will be fined fifty for every false one!"

Kawei looked at the exaggerated odds and quickly sensed a hint of deception: "How can it be considered fake?"

“It’s just a lie if your body doesn’t react after eating it.”

This sounds reasonable at first, but in Kawei's eyes, the pit is even bigger, and the hand holding the 20 kroner is squeezing tighter: "What are the usual reactions after eating it?"

Quedlin had never seen such entangled family members of patients. He wanted to refuse the business, but looking at the brand-new and eye-catching 20 kronor, he felt very honest.

Of course, when you try to explain it, your tone will definitely sound impatient: "Generally, there will be some mild diarrhea, and people will become very energetic. The cough will be relieved within the same day, and the fastest for high fever will be one day, and the slowest three to five days."

Will retreat."

"What if the fever doesn't go away?"

"If the fever doesn't go away, then it's a terminal illness."

Kavi:?

Quedlin's confidence seemed to be able to withstand repeated questioning: "You have to know that all the patients who drank the potion recovered in a short time. Except for those patients who were incurable, they all died, so this

Planting potions will only fail in the face of terminal illness."

Kavi:???

The sophistry formed a hidden and perfect closed loop under the boss's clever tongue. In addition, there is a famous doctor's endorsement on the drug label, making it difficult for people to believe it or not.

"This medicine is in limited supply. Do you want to buy it?"

While Kawei was still hesitating, the door of the drug store was gently pushed open, and with the crisp ringing of the bell, a man walked in: "Boss, I'm here again."

"It's Mr. Alphonse." Quedlin saw a regular customer and greeted him with a smile. "Today's leeches have been prepared for you. Please sit down and I will help you bleed later."

"Later?" Alphonse was a little anxious, "I have to go back to the restaurant to do some work later, why don't you help me first..."

"It's Mr. Alphonse."

Only then did he see the young man in front of the counter clearly, and suddenly he felt mixed emotions and an inexplicable feeling: "You poor boy from the past two days? Why are you here?"

"My mother is not feeling well, so she came here to buy some medicine." Kawei didn't explain much, he just wanted to ask about the panacea, "Does sir know about this medicine?"

"Panic elixir? Of course I know that." Alphonse stepped forward, picked up a pill and put it in front of his nose and smelled it. "I heard that a lot of good ingredients are used, but they are too expensive. I can't take them."

It's better to let some blood flow."

Kawei couldn't understand it again: "Mr. Alphonse, you are joking again. 40 Hellers a pill shouldn't be expensive for you."

"40?" Alphonse was a little confused, "Last time I came here, it was said to be 4 crowns a piece. Why did it change to 40 kronor?"

The price difference suddenly increased by 10 times, causing the two of them to look at Quedlin at the same time. The boss did not feel embarrassed, and took out another medicine pot of the same style from the cabinet on the side. It still said theriac, and the advertising slogan was also

Almost, except...

"This medicine is different."

"Has it been purified?"

Quedlin didn't explain much and wanted to use facts to prove his point.

He opened the medicine pot and took out a pill that shone with silver luster. He was quite proud: "This theriac is specially made with Mediterranean coral powder, musk and snake bone powder. It has sugar coating and exquisite silver paper packaging on the outside. The cost is shown.

Here, it is a special offer for the royal family, and the price will definitely be more expensive." [9]

Kawei was stunned for a moment, not understanding the effect of adding these things to the medicine.

But Alphonse on the side suddenly realized it and thought it made sense: "So that's it, 200 crowns for a pot?"

"right."

Alphonse picked up another pill, but he liked the silver paper very much: "The packaging is good. If bloodletting doesn't solve my problem, I might give it a try."

...

Kavi was still reluctant to spend the money, and the 20 kronor finally returned to his own pocket intact. After all, this was Ignatz's money, and without a good reason, it would not be appropriate to use it without authorization.

Neither the drug store's 0 harvest nor Quedlin's strange look shocked him. Now Kavi is squatting next to Alphonse, carefully observing how those little guys work: "How do you feel?"

"I feel nothing, no pain."

Alphonse was sitting on the treatment chair in the drug store, looking up at the ceiling, enjoying the feeling of being kissed and sucked on his calves: "The chair here is good, it just allows me to relax. Recently, I have been dealing with those shipped from Belgium.

The hare, the Royal Hare Cuisine [10] takes too much effort.”

Speaking of rabbits, the first thing Kawi thought of was rabbit heads. No matter how cruel France is, it can't match the taste of the Sichuan people: "Even you can't cook with rabbit heads, right?"

"Head? How to eat the head?" Alphonse was a little curious, "The bones are too troublesome and there is not much meat."

Kawei is not a chef, so he can imagine that rabbit heads are not just for eating: "You still have a lot of rabbit heads there?"

"Yes, I throw away several of them every day."
Chapter completed!