Prescription

After being threatened by Mason, the pharmacist finally calmed down, although only temporarily. The three of them stayed together peacefully for a few days, and then a new guest came to visit.

Mason was in the lobby when the door rang, so he opened it. A young man wearing hospital nurse's clothes stood at the door and asked politely, "Hello, is the pharmacist here?"

Mason: "The teacher is in the room, what can I do for you?"

"The hospital needs a large amount of medicine. We have applied to the Earl and hope to get support from all the pharmacists."

The pharmacist's voice came from behind him, and he had obviously come out after hearing the voice: "No! I have reached the quota for the amount of medicine I provide this year. You can divide it from the Earl's Palace."

"Please understand that we don't need that much normally, but recently there have been more and more bloodline members fighting, and it's difficult for us to deal with it."

The visitor from the hospital sighed and complained.

"Now the entire hospital is sealed off, and we are only providing treatment for those bloodline victims and ordinary victims. When will it end? Our hospital has prepared the materials, and we are just waiting for someone to prepare them. If you are willing to go to the hospital——"

"Going to the hospital?"

The pharmacist suddenly had an idea and pointed at Mason.

"This is my proud disciple, who can definitely solve your problems. There are many medicinal herbs in the hospital, and he can prepare them directly there."

The pharmacist was eager to get this guy out as soon as possible, and he gave the visitor a promise, avoiding Mason's sight. The latter looked at him with a half-smile, and did not speak in the man's anxious gaze.

The hospital visitor hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "No problem, as long as we can make the medicine, we welcome everyone's help."

The pharmacist heaved a sigh of relief and sent the two out with a smile. The chestnut-haired boy walked to the door and suddenly turned his head to look at him kindly. Every strand of hair seemed to be shining in the sunlight.

"I'll be back soon, Sensei. I'll ask you to take care of Wormwood while I'm gone. It won't be a problem for a pharmacist as powerful as you."

The man's face twitched, and he said with a stiff face, "Yes, yes. Don't worry, I will take good care of her and will not let anything happen to her before you come back."

The boy smiled and closed the door. The pharmacist wiped the sweat off his forehead and when he saw Wormwood, he hardened up again: "Come with me, you..."

He abruptly changed his words midway through, remembering Mason's words, and forced a kind expression.

"As long as this potion can be completed, Mason will also benefit. He has helped you so much, don't you want to repay him?"

The old woman was silent for a while, and the boy's face appeared in her mind. After hesitating for a while, she followed him.

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Snow covered the rooftops, reflecting the golden sunlight. Unlike the usual crowds, the largest hospital in Ya'an City was deserted. Only when you walk into the hospital will you discover that there is a different world inside.

Many people hurriedly came and went, wearing hospital uniforms, with black and blue eyes, and the resentment they exuded was greater than that of ghosts. Mason saw many people he knew when Canaan lived here, and in comparison, they looked like the resurrection of the dead.

The hospital nurse in charge of guiding them smiled awkwardly and said, "Everyone has been working overtime recently, so we are quite busy."

When the bloodline people go crazy, it is not something that ordinary people can stop. Since the medical bloodline people are too busy, they can only use numbers to pile them up. Add to that the patients they created, and they forcibly create the illusion that the hospital's business volume is extremely high today.

The chestnut-haired boy nodded in understanding and followed him up to the second floor. Moans of pain could be heard from the room, and patients wrapped in bandages could be seen from time to time.

The nurse sighed slightly, "These two floors are occupied by injured ordinary people. When the bloodline people go crazy, they don't care about the severity of the situation. Ordinary people fight without any bottom line, which results in everyone being seriously injured."

He led Mason up the stairs, and when they passed the bloodline floor, they heard strange noises. The addicts held in the ward had distorted faces and crazy expressions. The sound waves kept coming up, like evil cries, making people feel uneasy.

"Secret brew! Give me secret brew!"

"I just need a little, just a little!"

"Get out! Let me go! Give me the secret brew, give me the secret brew!"

The reason why the hospital was deliberately blocked was largely because most of these addicts were bloodline addicts. This hospital had the most bloodline addicts, so it was used as a fixed treatment location.

Only the Bloodline Patients need to be cleaned up. Two-thirds of the medical Bloodline Patients in Ya'an City shuttled between these wards, checking the conditions of the patients. If they encountered a particularly violent individual, they would just pour a bottle of anesthetic into him, knock him unconscious before doing further treatment.

The large amount of drugs used has led to a shortage of inventory, which is why the hospital specially invited a pharmacist to take charge.

The room for making medicine is on the top floor. The nurse introduced: "We have prepared the medicine. Please start working now. If necessary, we can send someone to help you."

"No need, I can do it myself."

The chestnut-haired boy declined the offer and went to his own pharmacy. There were instruments and herbs on the medicine shelf, and a piece of paper on the table with the refining target written on it. Looking at the first line that read [50 bottles of healing potion], Mason suddenly understood why the pharmacists were unwilling to accept this invitation.

This is not a job, this is a life-threatening job.

The remaining medicine requirements were also varied and complicated, some of which Mason was unfamiliar with. While he was controlling the vests to learn, he used his main body to check everything on the table, and after confirming that there were no problems, the chestnut-haired boy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, his eyes became extremely focused.

Her slender fingers fluttered through the materials, quickly finding the herbs she needed. She used a small silver knife to carefully cut off each part she needed, grinding it into a crystal-clear powder. It was like a harmonious and beautiful dance.

It is a pleasure to watch him make medicine. Every movement is smooth, clear and flawless, which is enough to serve as a model for pharmacists to teach.

The hospital nurse standing at the door looked at this scene stupidly, and couldn't help rubbing her eyes and looking towards the next room.

The herbal medicine rooms were next to each other. Through the window on the door, he saw the middle-aged pharmacist next door carefully grinding the petals of the morning glory. His reserved attitude formed a sharp contrast with the young man.

This middle-aged pharmacist is quite famous in Ya'an City and is also the most experienced pharmacist invited this time. But compared with the teenager, he looks like a young man who has just started out.

Who on earth is this guy?!

Mason ignored the shock of the people outside and completed his work with full concentration. Even so, when he finished his task, it was already dark outside the window.

He smiled gently at the visitor and said humbly, "I can only finish half of it today. Please clean up and I will come back tomorrow."

The visitor looked at the medicine on the table, looked at him, and nodded dully: "Okay, okay."

It was not until the other party left that he picked up the medicine on the table and checked it. He was surprised to confirm that what the other party said was true.

This amount needs to be completed in a week, how can anyone finish half of it in one day!

Mason returned to the pharmacist's house at night. Although he could still return to the Earl's Mansion, he couldn't let go of the wormwood, so he chose to rest with them.

The pharmacist welcomed Mason on the surface, but secretly hated him. He did not dare to offend him again and arranged a guest room for Mason.

Mason rested comfortably for a night and went to the hospital the next day, completing his task on time.

He then realized how much of a shock he had inadvertently given to the hospital staff. Mason rubbed his nose guiltily and began to observe the people in the wards according to the plan and record their development.

In the hallucination caused by the phantom poison, the pharmacist wanted to test the drug on "Mason" and forced him to drink the secret brew. In reality, it was the pharmacist who drank the brew himself. Then he became addicted.

By comparing the two, Mason quickly came up with some intelligence.

The secret brew is as addictive as drugs. Just one sip will make you addicted, and then you will develop a strong craving for it.

If an addict drinks the secret brew many times, the appearance of an ordinary person will change, and he will become as thin and crazy as the drunkards he saw in Cross Town. The bloodline person will become irritable, distorted, and his pollution will be greatly weakened.

After drinking for a long time, ordinary people will die because they cannot bear the effect. Bloodline people will become extremely violent and will do anything to get a sip of the secret brew.

In addition, after taking the secret brew at all the above stages, the addict's aggressiveness will be drastically reduced and can even be described as mild.

The potion that Earl Ya'an commissioned pharmacists to make has a similar effect, and drinking it can reduce its aggressiveness. There are too few things that can weaken pollution, and even if the side effects are extremely strong, people are still reluctant to throw them away.

Since he made the medicine quickly and well, the doctors were happy to help. Mason got the intelligence faster than he thought.

There was no point in staying in the hospital any longer, so after making sure that the hospital no longer needed his help, Mason left work three hours early and returned to the pharmacist's home with snacks given by the nurse.

As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a faint rich and sweet fragrance.

Mason's expression suddenly darkened. He walked to the door of the laboratory and saw the pharmacist doing experiments and Wormwood silently bandaging the wound. The two turned their heads subconsciously when they heard the voice. The chestnut-haired boy looked at them calmly, with no emotion on his face.

"Stupid... I'm thirsty, go and pour me some tea!"

The pharmacist subconsciously sent the wormwood away, trying to hide the evidence. The old woman hesitated, lowered her head and ran out: "I, I'll go get some tea!"

Mason didn't stop her, and even considerately closed the door. Seeing the door creak shut, the pharmacist realized that they were the only two people in the room. Facing the smiling young man, his face turned pale: "I said! I said! Don't do it!"

Mason pretended to listen attentively, with a gentle smile on his lips. The pharmacist was horrified, and inexplicably thought of the bloodline people in the legend who became smiling murderers due to contamination.

"That little...her blood is the best buffer when added to the herbs. As long as there is enough blood, all the herbs can be thrown in to achieve a super strong effect. But in this study, I found that after adding too much blood, her blood will become the main ingredient, thus achieving a completely different effect."

"Drinking this potion can increase the drinker's pollution resistance and make them calm. I tried drinking one when I was upset, and I felt calm immediately. It must be effective for dealing with addicted alcoholics!"

At the end, the pharmacist became excited.

"I have studied this with Old Pitou before, and it is almost impossible to remove the addictive effect of the secret brew. So there is no need to remove the addiction, it is enough to look like removing it. As long as we complete the Earl's commission, we will get a reward, and the whole Ya'an will know our contribution. Help me complete this potion, and we can become famous in Ya'an, no, famous in the south!"

Mason was trying to provoke the other party with his encouraging words, and he seemed to be in deep thought. Under the pharmacist's expectant gaze, the chestnut-haired boy gave his answer: "It sounds good, but I refuse."

The pharmacist looked grim: "Why? Do you know how much money the Count will provide?"

Pharmacist is the most expensive profession. Most of the polluted plants in Ya'an are monopolized by pharmacists, and the prices are quite high.

"I know, but the drug you're researching is not universal," Mason replied calmly. "The ingredients determine the drug's production volume. The secret brewing is not just popular in Ya'an. The main ingredient of this drug is Wormwood's blood. If it is exposed, she might become the target of many people and be imprisoned as a blood bank."

The pharmacist had a puzzled expression, not understanding why the other party cared so much about that silly girl. He wasn't asked to be a blood bank, so why was he so repulsive?

Mason quickly figured it out: "There are many kinds of drugs that can stabilize the drinker's mood, but the pollution brought by taking drugs and the conflict with the secret brewing effect will only achieve half the result with twice the effort. This is probably why you use wormwood blood to make a calming potion. Let me think about it..."

The chestnut-haired boy muttered to himself, picked up a pen and started scribbling on the paper. He was very fast, his logic was clear and complete, as if he didn't need to think at all.

The pharmacist was standing behind him so he could see the contents on the paper. As the secret recipe became more and more perfect, his face turned paler.

Impossible... This is impossible...

The reason why he chose Wormwood's blood to make the potion was not because of the reason Mason said, but because he didn't know the formula of the calming potion at all!

Prescriptions are extremely valuable to pharmacists. He is just a small pharmacist in Ya'an City and has no access to so many prescriptions. He is the only one in the entire Ya'an City who can make pollution chemicals, which is already an outstanding achievement.

But right in front of him, the chestnut-haired boy was completing a new medicine recipe that he had never heard of. He could see at a glance what an amazing move this was. If it could be used in conjunction with the secret brew as the other party said, then the bloodline people would have another option to purify pollution. The benefits in the future would be so huge that it was unimaginable.

The pharmacist's eyes turned red without him noticing. He reached out his hand to the other's neck, and his head began to hurt.

Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him, kill him...

As long as he dies, this prescription will be mine! No one will know that I did it, and his father can't do anything to me!

A sick look appeared on the man's face. The chestnut-haired boy was concentrating on writing the prescription and seemed not to notice his behavior.

At this moment, a scream came from behind them. Wormwood looked at the two of them in panic while holding the tea tray.

This bitch ruined my business! I will teach her a lesson later!

The man gritted his teeth, his hands glowed golden, and he fiercely grabbed the other's neck. The bloodline was strong enough to tear a cow apart alive, and the boy's skin felt hard to the touch, like touching the iron bark of an old tree.

The pharmacist's skin itched unbearably, and he couldn't help scratching it, trying to relieve the crawling itching. It was as if something was crawling under his skin - no - it wasn't as if -

The man's eyes suddenly widened. Thin white roots broke through the soil and grew using the human body as raw material.

Wormwood covered his mouth to swallow his screams, and watched the other person rolling on the ground, wailing in pain. The dense roots stretched out, entwining into a coir.

The chestnut-haired boy turned a deaf ear and wrote the last punctuation mark with his pen. He blew away the wet ink gently, and a thin but tough spore membrane fell from his neck, and then he withered silently into ash.