Medicinal Springtime of Youth [Open RP]

[Tokugawa Hanzo]

It had been a long time since Tokugawa Hanzo last stepped foot inside the Aesculapium. Even then, he was a much younger, completely green mednin-in-training. He hardly remembered any details about the building. There were glimpses in his mind's eye of wandering down the halls helping the odd person here and there, but after his extremely short stint in his childhood he was asked by his family to return home. Thus, he could not reliably say that he had much of any professional medical experience. But what he did have, that nobody else in this city had, was his grandmother's secret recipe; an herbal remedy that eases the pain of almost any suffering patient. He held on to the recipe, especially after grandmother's passing, because the world needed a remedy like this. He was going to bring it to the hospital as a token of good faith, hopefully buttering up the medical staff.

Was this remedy, and its creator, the subject of a long, drawn-out trial in a regional Lightning Country court? Yes.
Was it found that the herbs involved in the creation of this medicine were harmful to humans in their unrefined form? Proven without a doubt.
Does this medicine possess addictive properties? Yes.
Does this medicine produce hallucinogenic effects? Allegedly, but this claim was never substantiated.

Regardless of the outcome of that unfortunate legal battle, Hanzo knew that it was the right thing to do, bringing his grandmother's herbal remedy to Kumo. Perhaps hocking his herbal wares about town would produce enough profit such that he could effectively provide for his younger brothers. This was the chance he had to take, even if it meant humiliation and these doctors calling him a quack. So, without trepidation, Hanzo entered the main lobby of the hospital, walked straight to the front desk, and asked the first receptionist he saw whether the hospital would be interested in a safe, effective new pain relief drug.

MFT WC = 323

 

[Tokugawa Hanzo]

After waiting for what felt like aeons, Hanzo had begun to feel disheartened. Though in reality his wait had only been half an hour or so, it was long enough for him to call it quits for the day. The receptionist finally had a response for him.

"Sorry, but it appears that all of our medical staff are currently attending other urgent matters. Like literally all of them. I encourage you to come back another time." That was all she had to say for Hanzo to become slightly suspicious. There was no way all of the doctors would be out and about taking care of other business, but perhaps it was true that he had stopped by on an uncharacteristically busy day. But he doubted that.

"Thank you very much for your time. Goodbye," was all he could muster to say before turning around and exiting the front lobby of the Aesculapium. His first attempt ended in failure. He would attempt to cultivate the herbs in his new apartment and try again some other time.

As he was at the doors he swear he could hear the receptionist say under their breath, "Damn snake oil salesman." Hanzo hated when his suspicions were correct.

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