Chapter 159: White Death Disease (1)

As soon as the disease of the Young Lady of the Keres Ducal Family was identified, Yulian transferred her and the Duke to the Meyer Infirmary.

"As I explained earlier, the environment is important for this disease. Therefore, it seems best for her to be hospitalized at our infirmary until the environment is properly prepared."

The Room with a 10-layer Barrier that the Duke had prepared for the Young Lady. Ironically, that room was the factor Worsening her disease.

Without a single window, there was no Ventilation, and not a single speck of Sunlight came in. It was truly the best environment for Mold to bloom.

Mold is fundamentally far from healthy, but to a Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis patient, it is no different from poison. Add to this a feather Pillow, a Brush made of fur, and paper that is prone to molding.

This space was truly no different from a Gas Chamber that kills a Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis patient.

'I do understand the reason why the Duke prepared such a room for her, though.'

Of course, just because he is a Duke, it wasn't that he prepared this room to kill his daughter.

If I were to guess, he probably created this environment after countless trials and errors.

The Duke probably checked the Conditions under which the disease worsened.

She boarded the ship's Cargo Hold and her Pneumonia worsened. After that day, she was no longer allowed to board a ship.

However, the Duchy is a Port City. Every indoor space in the City is bound to be not much different from a ship's Cargo Hold.

Even if she entered a Guild Building, entered a Merchant Guild Building, or even entered an Alley,

In an environment like a Port City, moisture-laden grain or Mold would welcome her.

As a Result, her Pneumonia would worsen wherever she went, and

'The Duke must have considered going out itself as a factor Worsening the Demon Disease.'

From here on it is a guess close to my own delusion, but the Demon Disease has a strong tendency to be interpreted religiously in this world.

It is roughly a guess that a Demon enters a person's body and causes the disease,

Because of this, the Theory goes that if one receives Divine Magic, the Demon runs wild and the disease worsens.

Following that Theory, the Duke must have guessed that his Daughter's Demon ran wild every time she went out.

That must be why he blocked the windows, restricted her from going out, and even set up a Room with a 10-layer Barrier like this.

It is not that this method has no Effect at all.

Because Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis ultimately has roughly a similar Treatment Method to an Allergy.

Since she avoided the triggering substances for now, her Cough must have subsided.

However, this kind of room is ultimately bound to be a bad environment for a Patient.

That is why she is being hospitalized at the infirmary.

"Our infirmary happens to have a Hospital Room prepared for the Young Lady."

It was originally a room prepared for a severe Allergy Patient, though.

There is no problem even if she is hospitalized in it.

It was a good room with good Ventilation where external Antigens would not easily enter.

However, before moving, the Duke spoke with Worry.

"I have understood your explanation. May I understand it as Mold and dust being harmful to my Daughter?"

"That is correct."

"If so, wouldn't the City's Mist also be harmful?"

The City's Mist. It was a word referring to the Smog.

His Worry was reasonable.

For a Patient whose Lungs are already not good to go out into a City filled with Smog.

It is natural to be worried.

However, he did not need to Worry about that part.

"Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis is a disease that reacts to an Organic Antigen. It does not react to an Inorganic Antigen like Smog."

"Organic......? Inorganic......?"

"It means that the Soot from burning a Mana Stone is not that harmful to the Young Lady."

Of course, Smog is far from healthy, though.

It simply means it is not a Worsening factor for Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis for now.

"Therefore, let us move right away."

Like that, the Young Lady's hospitalization was decided.

The Duke was not exactly in a Stance of Backlash either.

He seemed to understand well that this was the path for his Daughter.

"Head Butler. I will stay here with Gretel for about Fifteen Days before returning to the Duchy. Return before that and clean up Gretel's room as the noble sir instructed."

"Understood, Family Head."

Before leaving for the infirmary, giving a few instructions to the Servants was a bonus.

Afterwards, inside the Limousine heading to the infirmary.

The Duke sitting opposite me spoke in a slightly despondent Voice.

"To think we just need to open the door and take the medicine you give us. It is so simple that it feels rather anticlimactic for a Demon Disease that has tormented our family for several years."

The moment I heard those words, I almost lost my temper without realizing it.

'......What did you say, Punk?'

It was because it reminded me of what Patients occasionally said in my Previous life.

Occasionally, very occasionally,

In the Trauma Surgery department, there is a Patient who gets a Discharge from hospital without any treatment.

A prime example is a Patient whose Kidney was ruptured in a Traffic Accident.

If a Kidney is severely ruptured, Surgery is needed.

However, if it is ruptured ambiguously, we sometimes just wait for Natural recovery while they lie in bed.

Opening the abdomen is also a huge Trauma in itself, so there are times when that is actually better.

And exactly once.

A Patient like that once said something like this while getting a Discharge from hospital.

— "I just laid in bed, and you want me to pay this much money? This Hospital sure makes money easily."

Leaving those words behind, the Patient leisurely received their Discharge from hospital.

It was absolutely dumbfounding for me.

I couldn't even do my Leaving Work, guarding the monitor all night in Worry that the Kidney might suddenly burst.

I even gave a Hint to the Anesthesiology Department in advance and kept an Operating Room empty, wondering if an Emergency surgery might be scheduled.

And yet, the words that came back were something like that.

For reference, that Patient.

After being brought in from a motorcycle Accident,

He rode his motorcycle again as soon as he got his Discharge from hospital, and came right back with a ruptured testicle.

......When I saved him with Surgery that time, he did show Gratitude, calling me "Teacher, Teacher," though.

Anyway, there was only one thing I wanted to say.

'Even if it looks like a Freeloading Case to the Patient's eyes, half the time it is a head-splitting situation for the Doctor.'

Of course, it's not that there are no actual cases of freeloading.

It is just that the 'Freeloading Case' the Patient thinks of and the Freeloading Case the Doctor actually gets are different.

'Even for Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis, the real problem actually starts now.'

Right away, the Young Lady's Cyanosis and Clubbing caught my attention.

The Lungs and the heart are a set.

Because if one side is ruined, the other side is bound to be ruined along with it.

Because of this, I had to check if there was any Right Ventricular Failure or Cor Pulmonale.

I also needed to examine how much the Lungs were holding up.

Because depending on that condition, I might need to add a different respiratory Device or treatment.

I also had to do a Screening to see which Antigen was causing the Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis.

Other than that, there was a mountain of things to do.

'What I gave just now was an Impresttion (Provisional Diagnosis). The real examinations start now.'

When others just conclude it as a Cold, a Doctor brings up tens of thousands of candidates in their head.

Therefore, that single word without Malice from the Duke was quite grating on my mentality.

Even if he didn't say it with that Intention.

Did the Duke also notice his Slip of the tongue?

He soon showed signs of correcting that statement.

"Ah, I offer my Apology if that sounded like a remark disregarding the Effort you have built up until now. It is just that, thinking my Daughter's Demon Disease could be treated like this...... I just said it because I felt anew that I was truly lucky."

"I understand. I would have thought the same."

"By the way......"

The Duke, looking at the face wearing the Crow Mask at some point, spoke.

"......Why have you been constantly wearing that Mask?"

"It is a habit. I always wore this kind of thing when seeing a Patient with a Cough."

Of course, Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis is not an Infectious Disease.

Nevertheless, I had been wearing the Crow Mask since I examined her.

Even after coming to a Conclusion to some extent that it was Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis.

The reason was one thing.

'Originally, a Mask is necessary not only to protect myself but also to protect the Patient.'

Pneumonia Patients basically have weakened Lungs.

The disease could spread even if I just gave a slight Cough.

Of course, that's not necessarily the case, but there is no harm in being careful, is there.

That is why I am wearing the Crow Mask.

"You do not need to mind it. I am also wearing it for those who are not yet used to my Bare Face."

"It must be quite exhausting for you in many ways as well."

While saying that, the car arrived at the Meyer Infirmary.

***

Duke Keres, having arrived at the infirmary, watched the examinations his daughter underwent one by one.

First of all, the Heart Examination took place.

Yulian brought a certain Beastkin Healer and entrusted the examination to him.

That Beastkin put a Stethoscope on his animal ears perched on his head and moved it here and there on the Young Lady's chest.

"It is an examination to listen to the sound of blood leaking backwards inside the heart."

Yulian explained to the Duke.

"The heart has valves that open and close to let blood flow in only one direction, but when the Lungs deteriorate, those valves loosen and the blood often flows backward. We are catching that sound."

"I do not quite know what that means, but I understand it is a necessary examination for the heart."

Afterwards, Yulian added an explanation about Heart Murmur this and Right Ventricular Preload that, but,

What the Duke barely understood was that his Daughter's heart was fine.

"No specific problem was found in the heart. If we treat the Lungs, the Cyanosis and Clubbing will heal soon too."

"That is great, Gretel. Did you not complain that your fingers were stiff."

Next was an examination with a bizarre barrel.

A single tube was connected to a large barrel completely filled with water.

When Gretel put that tube in her mouth and blew her breath with all her might, the water inside the barrel sloshed and the Scale Markings moved.

Beside her, a young Apprentice Healer was diligently recording the Scale Markings in Time.

1 second, 2 seconds, 3 seconds.

The Apprentice Healer who recorded the values the tube rose by as dots each time, and then connected them with lines to make a graph.

Yulian smiled warmly as he watched that Healer diligently keeping the Record.

'Since the Meyer Infirmary has plenty of Manpower left over, we are now able to do a Pulmonary Function Test.'

Originally, a Pulmonary Function Test is a Device where a computer records the Patient's respiratory volume.

However, since there is no such thing in this world, I utilized an Apprentice Healer to replace the computer.

Sufficient Manpower can replace the majority of advanced Technique.

This was Yulian's pet theory that had continued since the Limbus Pit.

And the Meyer Infirmary is a place where all sorts of Apprentice Healers gather.

If compared to my Previous life, it was a University Hospital overflowing with Resident Doctors.

By utilizing them, I was able to recreate a Pulmonary Function Test Device at least like this.

"The Result is just as my Prediction."

Yulian's gaze swept over the graph.

On one side was a graph that recorded her Lung Capacity, and on the other was a graph recording the Lung Capacity of ordinary people.

Yulian keeping a Record of the analyzed contents while comparing the two graphs.

[Decreased FVC, Decreased FEV1, Decreased VC]

[Restrictive Lung Disease]

Having finished the Record, Yulian nodded his head.

"Looking at the examination Results, it seems the Diagnosis is correct."

Just like that, all sorts of examinations that the Duke was seeing for the first time ended.

The Result was Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis.

It was exactly the same Diagnosis name Yulian had given him on the Airship.

Hearing the Result, the Duke urged Yulian and spoke.

"Then are you using the medicine and that Healing Magic now?"

However, Yulian's reaction was different from what he thought.

"Not yet. The most important examination Result is left."

"The most important...... examination?"

"It is the White Death Disease Test."

The Duke's face hardened.

The White Death Disease.

That cursed disease said to eat away at the Lungs and dry a person to death in white.

It was also a Disease in countless Tragedy Novels that caused characters to die young.

Because unlike a disease where one breathes their last as soon as they catch it, slowly dying over 3 years is good for making it feel Tragic.

But why is that disease appearing now?

Yulian spoke as if to answer the Duke's Doubt.

"The medicine and Magic I will use are to calm down the rampaging body. Your Daughter's disease is one where the body attacks its own flesh, so we have to suppress that attack."

"If so, shouldn't you just use that Magic."

"The problem is that the Resistance to block out diseases is also suppressed as much as we suppress that attack. Because of that, I am checking whether she is infected with a serious Infectious Disease before starting the treatment."

The combination of a Steroid and Black magic is a Treatment Method that suppresses Immunity.

The problem is that Patients who receive such treatments all become vulnerable to Infection without exception.

"Not every Demon Disease Patient undergoes this examination, but the Young Lady's disease requires this kind of test."

Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis just so happens to be a disease with Symptoms similar to Tuberculosis.

A dry Cough, Fatigue, Fever, and even skin Pallor.

It was common for the Symptoms and examination Results of Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis to mask Tuberculosis.

Because of that, Yulian was testing for the White Death Disease— Tuberculosis in advance.

'A Doctor hailing from Korea could never skip something like this.'

Furthermore, Yulian was from the Republic of Korea.

The Republic of Korea he remembered had an unusually high number of Tuberculosis Patients.

To what extent, it was to the point that in Korea, they would first do a Tuberculosis Test on almost every single Respiratory Patient just in case.

Since Yulian also received Education on the importance of the Tuberculosis Test until he was sick of it, he habitually proceeded with the test like this.

"I cannot give you the Cure until the examination Result comes out. Once the medication is administered, there is no Removal for it."

Even if the Demon Disease treatment was right in front of him, and even if the possibility of Tuberculosis was low, he had no intention of changing this procedure.

Traditionally, a manual is written in blood.

Yulian did not want to commit the absurd mistake of administering a Steroid to a Tuberculosis Patient by any chance.

"The examination Result will come out in Several days. Please wait until then."

Just like that, the treatment for the Young Lady of the Keres Ducal Family was postponed for about a week.

***

Several days passed since then.

While waiting for the examination Result, Gretel visibly improved.

The infirmary's Hospital Room which had good Ventilation and let in the sunlight.

Just by being in that clean air, the Young Lady's complexion returned day by day.

She did Cough occasionally, but even that was not like before.

Above all, color started to return to her lips that had been so pale blue.

The Cyanosis had almost disappeared.

"Phew."

Gretel, leaning against the window, narrowly opened her eyes at the Morning Sunlight scattered by the Smog's light.

"Having lived like a mole in a burrow for half a year, I didn't even know the sunshine would be this welcoming."

"Indeed it is."

The Duke, who was guarding her side, stroked his daughter's hand.

"This Father ended up trapping you in that burrow instead."

"Father. Do not make such a face. How could I not know that Father did so because you cherish me."

"......Thank you."

Gretel smiled softly.

"More importantly, Father. If I am able to shake off this Hospital bed and rise, how about we go fishing."

"Come to think of it, it has been a long Time since I went fishing with you. I should tell them to release fish into the pond before your Discharge from hospital."

Fishing was a luxurious hobby exclusive to Nobles.

Because if you fish in a wild river or sea, the things that are reeled up are usually Demonic Beasts.

You could call it a great catch if you wanted to, but there was no Doubt it was too dangerous to be a hobby.

Because of that, fishing as a hobby was usually done by releasing safe fish into an artificial pond or river owned by a Noble.

"Fishing for carp in the pond while drinking alcohol together would be quite entertaining."

"If that day comes, I shall compose a poem for you on the spot."

"Alright. I will look forward to it."

The two of them spent Time chatting intimately in the Hospital Room.

Hope filled the Duke's heart at his daughter's Complexion that had returned over the Several days.

A week passed like that.

Finally, the Result came out.

Yulian, who entered the Hospital Room where the Duke's Daughter was staying, was wearing the Crow Mask.

"The Result is out."

However, it was strange.

Normally, when he went on Ward Rounds accompanied by countless Healers, he gave off a somewhat Optimistic atmosphere.

Yet on that particular day, Yulian's atmosphere was subdued.

The Duke had an Intuition of some bad News from that atmosphere.

"......Speak. What condition is my daughter in."

"It is the White Death Disease."

Yulian presented the Result calmly without batting an eye.

The Lens of the inorganic Crow Mask looked down at the Record sheet.

"Your daughter is infected with the White Death Disease along with Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis."

For a moment, the Duke's vision grew faint.

"......You mean...... it is...... the White Death Disease?"

It felt like the sky was collapsing just from the Demon Disease alone.

But to think the White Death Disease had also come now.

The White Death Disease itself was not a serious disease from the Duke's Stance.

It is a disease that a Knight-Errant or an ambiguous Minor Nobility might fear, and a disease where a Commoner must succumb to Resignation and prepare for Death, but,

From the Duke's Stance, he could just call a High-rank Healer and cast a Heal.

Even in a Tragedy Novel, characters dying from the White Death Disease are usually only introduced as a Commoner or from a Baronial Family,

There was no way a member of a Ducal Family would die from this.

However, if it overlaps with a Demon Disease, the story changes.

"......Could we not receive a Greater Heal?"

"If you do that, the Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis will take the Young Lady's Life."

The Duke also knew.

In the past, when they cast a Greater Heal without even knowing she had a Demon Disease, she wandered the border of life and death.

Perhaps thanks to the thick blood of the Ducal Family, she fortunately opened her eyes, but,

At that Time, the Healer wiped his cold sweat and spoke thus.

— "Usually, the majority of Demon Disease Patients who go on a rampage due to a Greater Heal face Death. For the Duke's Daughter...... I have no Words to give other than that The gods have protected you."

Recalling the memories of that Time, the Duke wore a self-deprecating smile.

What did they mean The gods protected her.

If they truly protected her, there is no way they would have handed her a Demon Disease and the White Death Disease together.

If such beings as The gods existed, they were not beings to be worshipped, but beings to be hated.

However, the Duke's mind was strangely serene.

It was the Result of his anger crossing the critical point and turning into despondency.

"......"

Staring blankly at the Ceiling, the Duke lost his words.

His Shoulders slumped.

It was the moment the Duke's Shoulders, which had not lost their imposing aura even before countless waves, crumbled under the Tragedy that came layer upon layer.

On the other hand, Gretel, The Individual Concerned, was actually composed.

"It is nothing to be so surprised about, Father."

"......How are you so composed?"

The one who reacted was not the Duke, but Yulian.

Gretel gave a pale smile towards Yulian.

"It is my own body, so how could I not know. I did not know the White Death Disease had overlapped, but I had an Intuition that the days left for me were not many."

It was at that moment.

"Cough......"

Gretel covered her mouth with a Handkerchief.

One small Cough.

A vivid drop of blood had spread on the Handkerchief.

"Gretel!"

Seeing the Hemoptysis, the Duke's face turned pale.

However, Gretel merely wiped her mouth nonchalantly.

She just neatly folded and hid it as if she were embarrassed.

"If my remaining days are not long anyway...... I would rather leave behind only beautiful memories."

She softly smiled towards her own Father.

"Father. I would like you to move up the fishing Schedule."

"Are those words coming out right now?"

"Should we not leave behind good memories, especially at a time like this."

"......"

The Duke could not bear to continue his words and bit his lower lip.

Gretel left such a Father behind and quietly turned her gaze toward Yulian this time.

A painting was placed on her lap as she sat on the edge of the bed.

That painting drawn with ink was still in an incomplete state.

She stroked that painting with her hand and spoke.

"Lord Saint. I tried to reach the Completion of this painting before my Life runs out. I still have Time, right?"

"......"

"Please tell me honestly. The Time remaining for me...... how long is it."

It was a calm Question.

Too serene to be from someone with Death right before their eyes.

Yulian stared at her for a long Time.

She did not know what Facial expression he was making beneath the Mask.

She just guessed that silence was substituting for his Compassion.

Soon, Yulian opened his mouth.

"......On average, it is 6 months."

"Half a year."

Gretel repeated quietly.

And then she smiled bitterly.

"If it is that much...... I can finish drawing at least one painting. I can leave a trace that I existed in this world."

Did she think of painting first even when facing Death because she liked the Brush?

Or had she come to love the Brush because she had an Intuition of her Death?

She didn't know the reason either.

And it didn't matter.

Right now, in her head, there was only the thought that she had to leave her trace in this world.

"I give you my Gratitude for the past week, Lord Saint."

"......You speak as if you can just get a Discharge from hospital."

"I want to spend my remaining Time without regrets."

At that, Yulian spoke calmly.

"You can just spend Time with your family after 6 months have passed, though."

"......Yes?"

"The period I told you about earlier is the treatment period."

At those Words, she looked at Yulian with a blank face.

"It is the White Death Disease, though?"

"That is right."

"You cannot cast a Greater Heal because of the Demon Disease."

"That would be so."

"So what do you mean by treatment?"

"We just need to use medication to treat the White Death Disease and then treat the Hypersensitivity Pneumonitis, so why are you in such a rush."

"But I have never heard of a White Death Disease Medicine......"

"I developed it recently."

Yulian's dry Crow Mask looked back and forth between the blank faces of the Duke and the Duke's Daughter.

"While developing the Cure for the Demon Disease, I developed a White Death Disease Medication."

"......Noble sir. I do not know much about medicine, but is that possible?"

"I was lucky."

In reality, he was lucky.

The Circumstances were like this.

Originally, a Fungus that lives in soil is needed for the Mass Production of Steroid.

Because the Component created from the Disassembly of a Yam by that soil Mold is the Component of a Steroid.

Because of that, Yulian did the Cultivation of almost every type of Soil Microorganism existing in the world.

In that process, he searched for Actinomycetes on the side.

'I wouldn't have been able to use such an ignorant method if it were the old days.'

Usually, this kind of Research method of just hoping one gets caught is called Mass Screening.

The problem with this Research method is not the difficulty.

Because the examination itself is easy.

The real problem is the overwhelming amount and hassle of having to check almost every Soil Microorganism.

Because of that, Yulian preferred the development of medicine where the Ingredients were strictly determined over medicine made through Mass Screening.

Since Time is finite, and he only has one body.

Because it is much more comfortable when the method is determined.

However, the story changed after a useful tool named the Black Sorcerer Belgian appeared.

'Do I suffer? He's the one suffering.'

Now I understood why Professors could not do Research without Graduate students.

Overwhelming Manual labor.

I needed someone to handle that Manual labor.

And Yulian had Black Sorcerers to handle this.

Not only Belgian, but also the Black Sorcerers hired by the merchant guild.

If he rolled them around, achieving the Discovery of the desired medicine wasn't that difficult.

'They are the ones doing the hard work, but the First Author will be all me.'

Has a Graduate student's tears ever been reflected in an Academic Paper?

Because of that, Yulian also intended to make the Credit for the Tuberculosis Medication his own.

I felt a twinge of Conscience, but what can you do.

That is just the way of the world.

Anyway, the Conclusion is one.

"If it were me from a few years ago, I would have raised both hands in surrender too. Saving a Patient who caught a Demon Disease and the White Death Disease at the same time...... was impossible even for me back then."

No matter how great Yulian is, there is no way to cure Tuberculosis without Tuberculosis Medication.

If a Demon Disease was even overlapping it, Yulian probably would have advised them to prepare for The rest of one's life as well.

And he actually did so.

However, the Duke's Daughter did not fall under this.

'Rifampin has reached Completion, and Isoniazid, Ethambutol, and Pyrazinamide are also in Clinical trial. Well, at this level I can just use them right away.'

Yulian spoke like that, and called for the Healer who was temporarily outside the Hospital Room.

The girl called The Saintess of the Lamp approached the Hospital Room with quick steps.

Yulian blocked the girl in front of the Hospital Room and spoke.

"It is dangerous, so do not come in. Student Ayla. Please just check the Nurses' Station to see if we have Stock of the White Death Disease Medication."

"Understood, Teacher."

With those Words, she disappeared toward the Station with bright steps.

Yulian then gave a few instructions to the Healers before speaking to the Duke again.

"Since the White Death Disease has been confirmed, we will enter quarantine procedures. I think the Duke will probably be fine, but we will proceed with an examination just in case."

At the sight of Yulian speaking so casually, the Father and daughter looked at him in a daze.

It was because his Stance was far too light toward a heavy disease like the White Death Disease.

It wasn't exactly the Stance of treating a Cold Patient, but how should I say it.

He was too calm.

It felt as if he was treating a Patient with a broken leg in the next Hospital Room.

In the end, unable to hold back his curiosity at that Stance, the Duke asked a Question.

"......Is the White Death Disease not that big of a disease to you?"

"It is indeed a big disease, but it is no longer a serious enough disease to put on a crying face."

Tuberculosis is clearly a big disease.

However, by Yulian's standards, Tuberculosis was a Patient he could treat.

Compared to a Patient whose half face was burned off in a fire, or a Patient whose Large Intestine burst from a Demonic Beast's Claw......

'It's a disease with a very high Survival rate and no Aftereffects, so what. At this level, it's a Celestial Maiden.'

The reason Tuberculosis was scary even in the Republic of Korea was because of Drug Resistance.

Because the Death rate of Tuberculosis with Drug Resistance records figures that even Modern Medicine is wary of.

However, there was no way the Tuberculosis Bacteria of this world would have Drug Resistance to that medicine.

As Evidence of that, the Survival rate after the Clinical trial was so good he suspected it was a fabricated number.

Therefore, the Conclusion was one.

"Young Lady. You may go fishing after 6 months. I will do the Demon Disease treatment after that."

"......"

"And."

Yulian, wearing the Crow Mask, let out a deep Sigh.

"Bringing Alcoholic Beverages into the Hospital Room is not allowed."

"......I think Cheongju is not alcohol. Is it not something like Wine paired with a meal."

"Are you confident you can ride a horse after drinking that?"

"I am sorry......"

The Cheongju bottle she had hidden under the Pillow was taken away for Confiscation.