allendalepharm Chapter 338 Potions and Treatments
Chapter 338 Potions and Treatments
Chapter 338 Potions and Treatments
"Give it a try."
A glass filled with a pale green liquid was pushed in front of a middle-aged man wearing old blue overalls.
The man's face was ashen, his lips were chapped, and he was even sweating profusely on his forehead. He exuded a sickly and unhealthy aura.
"Mr. Scott, cough cough, I—I—" He looked at the liquid in his hand that emitted a strange smell, and was at a loss for what to do.
"What, you don't trust me?" Lorne narrowed his eyes slightly. "You think I would harm you?"
He had personally tasted the medicine and also used a pendulum to divine its effects, so he could be 100% certain that it was completely non-toxic. However, the specific therapeutic effects still require further clinical verification.
The man in front of you is the "volunteer" he personally invited. He is a worker in the assembly workshop who had been sick for several days after getting caught in the rain a few days ago and developed a persistent low-grade fever.
"No! No! Mr. Scott, I believe you!" Upon hearing this, the worker quickly waved his hand, afraid that his boss might misunderstand.
If we're talking about trust, who else can he trust besides the gentleman in front of him right now?
He contracted a serious illness and could no longer work in the factory. In the past, he would have been ruthlessly fired and could only stay at home, silently waiting for death to come.
But the boss in front of him not only didn't fire him, but also secretly gave him some money so he could rest. He even personally promised that he could come back to work anytime he recovered.
After two days of rest, his condition improved somewhat, but it was still not ideal. He considered going to the hospital, but he simply couldn't afford the exorbitant medical fees at private hospitals, and the welfare hospitals were always overcrowded, with waiting lists stretching into the next month, making it impossible for him to get a turn anytime soon.
Just as he returned home today, filled with disappointment and illness, he never dreamed that his boss, the famous "East District Hero," would personally come to his dirty, damp apartment claiming to help him.
If he doesn't even trust the other person, who can he trust?
Are we supposed to trust those aristocratic gentlemen living in Queens?
Now that the boss has come to see me specifically with a cup of medicine, wanting to treat me, how can I refuse?
However—the color and smell of this medicine were rather strange, making it difficult for him to accept for a while.
"This is a special medicine made from herbs. I bought the recipe from an old friend abroad," Lorne said without changing his expression.
"Rest assured, I guarantee with my reputation as a hero of the East District that this medicine is absolutely not poisonous."
"Furthermore, as agreed before, I will pay you 5 sulphurs as a reward after you have tried this medicine."
"5 sulphurs—" The worker swallowed hard. He wanted to say no, he couldn't let the boss spend so much money, but—5 sulphurs, that was his entire week's wages.
"I believe you!" He suddenly raised the cup and drank the pale green medicine in one gulp!
"vomit----"
The moment the medicine entered his mouth, an indescribable, strange taste, a mixture of bitterness and spiciness, exploded in his mouth! The man's expression instantly became incredibly distorted, and he barely managed to suppress the urge to vomit.
After a dozen seconds, he suddenly felt an indescribable heat in his body, and an extreme thirst welled up from the depths of his throat. After gulping down several mouthfuls of cold water, he suddenly felt dizzy and fell asleep on the table in a daze.
"Mr. Scott————"
He opened his eyes groggily and the first thing he saw was his boss quietly standing in front of him.
"I—I fell asleep? How long did I sleep?"
"About two hours, I guess," Lorne said, looking at him. "How are you feeling?"
"I—" The worker subconsciously touched his forehead.
It's not hot anymore!
The burning sensation had completely subsided! Moreover, he felt exceptionally refreshed and full of energy, not at all like someone who had just recovered from a serious illness!
"Mr. Scott! I—I'm all set!" He stood up excitedly, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
"I'm all better!"
"I can go back to work now!"
"Yes, congratulations on regaining your health." Lorne activated his spiritual vision and confirmed that the other person's spiritual light had returned to a healthy white. Apart from being a little weak from being sick for a few days, there were no major problems.
"Here's the agreed-upon payment." Lorne took out a few bills from his pocket and placed them on the table.
"No! No need, sir!" the man quickly shook his head. He had already been cured by the other man's medicine; how could he possibly take his money again?
"Take what I give you." Lorne curled the corners of his mouth, his tone carrying an unquestionable air.
"If you don't accept it, you're disrespecting me, the boss."
Once those words were spoken, the man naturally couldn't refuse.
"Well—alright then. Thank you, Mr. Scott! You are a true gentleman."
This scene repeated itself several times over the next few hours. Lorne visited several workers with different ailments.
Ultimately, he became completely certain that his medication was effective.
Moreover, he has roughly figured out the ideal drug ratio.
The ratio of allicin, holy water, and herbal remedies from the Church of the Earth Mother is approximately six to three to one.
Then, dilute with an equal amount of purified water to create a highly effective compound treatment. This ratio is quite effective for most common ailments caused by bacteria or viruses.
To conduct his experiments, he extracted a large batch of allicin. Since this extract could not be preserved for long, he instructed old Kohler to secretly deliver the first batch of finished medicine to the workers most severely affected by the illness.
"Uncle Kohler, will Daddy really get better after drinking this medicine?" In a dimly lit room, a little girl with braids held a bottle of medicine that looked and smelled rather strange, her voice filled with worry.
"Of course," old Kohler crouched down and gently patted the little girl's head with his rough, calloused hands. "This is a potion personally sourced by Mr. Scott, a hero of the East Side. It will surely cure your father."
"Yes!" The little girl nodded vigorously, then, imitating the adults, prayed devoutly, "May the storm protect kind people like Mr. Scott."
"Uh—" Upon hearing this, Old Kohler's expression turned somewhat strange.
He really wanted to tell the little girl that his boss actually believed in the Goddess of the Night. But looking at the little girl's incredibly serious expression, he ultimately said nothing, only patting her head to encourage her.
Because of these green potions, urban legends about a panacea began to linger over Backlund.