Chapter 122 Just As I Prepared For…
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
After storming out of that shouting match with the Royal Physician and the Imperial Mages, Ayumu checked on Crown Prince Aare—and nearly had a heart attack.
The prince was awake, yes, but his breathing was shallow, his pulse racing, his temperature swinging up and down like a broken thermometer. Add in the full-body signs of inflammation, and the conclusion hit like a gut punch: mild sepsis.
And sepsis wasn’t the kind of thing you could shrug off.
He skimmed the official records those so-called experts had left, then looked at the prince in person, symptoms and all. No doubt about it.
*But why?* He was sure he’d left instructions. The needles were supposed to be boiled, everything else wiped with alcohol. He even wrote it all down, damn it! So how did it still happen? The “why” could wait. Right now, time was their enemy.
Sepsis meant racing toward organ failure, septic shock, maybe brain fog, maybe death. Even if you survived, there could be lifelong scars.
The ideal treatment would’ve been antibiotics, obviously. Problem: antibiotics didn’t exist here. Solution? Pull out the one thing he *had* cooked up in advance—homemade sulfanilamide.
Yeah, sulfa drugs. Don’t ask too hard how he pulled that off.
Okay fine, here’s how: this world had stained glass, so glassware wasn’t impossible. Sulfanilamide was one of those compounds even undergrad students could attempt in a lab. Compared to other sulfa drugs, it was practically beginner-level. All he needed was knowledge, time, and the right raw materials.
Valend’s oil refineries gave him benzene, so aniline was easy. The Yugan trade supplied piles of discarded seashells, perfect for quicklime and eventually acetic acid. Stores sold sulfuric acid like it was table salt. Valend’s lightning rifles meant he could build industrial motors for electrolysis, cranking out sodium hydroxide from saltwater. Honestly, getting the ingredients wasn’t the hard part.
The hard part? Handling the nasty stuff—chlorosulfonic acid that could eat through anything, and acetic anhydride, which turned into a soggy mess if you so much as looked at it wrong. That’s why his stockpile was so tiny.
Anyway. It was still something.
But sulfa drugs weren’t miracle cures. If Aare’s sepsis came from a virus or a parasite, they wouldn’t do squat. Which meant if this didn’t work, Ayumu himself was done for too.
He muttered a half-prayer under his breath. *Please let it be bacteria. Or fungi. Anything sulfa can hit.*
Then he forced the bitter, chalky medicine into the Crown Prince’s mouth, plastering on his best fake reassurance.
”Don’t worry, don’t worry. It’s not scary, okay? Ayumu doesn’t lie…”
Aare gagged but swallowed.
With luck, the sulfa would block folic acid synthesis, wrecking the bacteria’s ability to build cell walls. If it worked, the bugs wouldn’t multiply any further, and the prince’s white blood cells could finish the job.
There was still the issue of side effects—sulfa sometimes caused red blood cells to break down faster. That meant pushing for more blood supply production, maybe even proposing proper drug facilities to Emperor Rai.
Even with the simplest synthesis, sulfanilamide took time. If he wanted to scale this up, he had to act fast.
So, Ayumu sat down, pulled out paper, and started sketching blueprints for a factory—because of course he had already been planning for something like this.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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