"Dean, what do you think of handling this potion?"
The administrator asked, pointing to the potion that Raymond left in the laboratory.
"I'll leave it to you first. When the student named Raymond comes to class, you can ask him if he refined this potion. If so, return it to him."
The old dean's tone was full of expectation and relief, and quite a bit of approval.
Finally, he thought about it and muttered, "If this is really the refining made by the student named Raymond, his talent in refining medicine is indeed very high, and the college should seriously cultivate it..."
One stone stirs up a thousand waves!
What? The old dean said that we should focus on training?
Everyone on the side heard it, maybe... this was the old dean's hint that he planned to accept disciples?
Hearing this, the most shocked person was Faerun!
After so many years, even if his father came to request in person, Dean Aldrich only agreed to become a named disciple in his name.
Moreover, he had never heard any words of praise from his mentor about his talent in refining medicine.
Now, because of a bottle of magic potion reagent, the mentor has the desire to accept a disciple?
Is it possible that there is really a potion master in the academy who is more talented than himself?
How could a poor man refine such a pure potion?
It must be fake... How could he refine a potion of such high purity without accumulating a lot of money?
...
Raymond left Phillips Academy in a hurry and returned to Rum Street in the 23rd arrondissement.
As soon as he opened the door and walked in, he smelled a strong smell of disinfectant.
"Dad Mark, what's wrong with you?"
Raymond inherited the memory of his previous life through time travel, and he knew that his predecessor had extraordinary feelings for this loving father. Even if his soul passed away, the obsession in his mind could not dissipate for a long time.
The blood stains had solidified on the floor of the cabin, and Bella was cleaning the blood stains with a mop with a look of disgust on her face.
As she mopped the floor, she cursed: "Damn old man, if you don't listen to me not to borrow money from Tea Beard, now it's good. If you die, you'll have to drag me down!"
Lao Ma lay weakly on the bed, and the gray sheets were mostly soaked with blood.
Hearing Raymond's voice, he raised his eyelids with difficulty, looking like he was trying to smile but couldn't.
Raymond looked at Old Mark's wounds and frowned.
The abdomen seemed to have been pierced by a sharp instrument, and the gauze was completely soaked in blood. Blood was constantly overflowing from the wound, and it was impossible to suppress it.
Apparently the wound was not sutured.
Raymond asked: "Aunt Bella, what's going on?"
"What else could happen? It's not because of you!"
Bella didn't hide her dissatisfaction at all, pointed at Raymond's nose, and shouted in a high voice: "This old guy went to Teabeard to borrow a large sum of money in order to raise the pirate's ransom for you... and paid it back
If you can’t pay, of course people will come to your door. Now that trouble is coming, I will suffer with you!”
"Teabeard" is a local gangster in the 23rd District. He usually engages in loan sharking and smuggling, and his methods are cruel and vicious.
"I paid back the money..."
Old Mark felt guilty and argued in a panic: "It's just that their interest rate was too much, which was completely different from what was originally agreed upon! I only borrowed one hundred thousand quarks, but I didn't use them, so I gave the principal and the agreed ten thousand
The interest was paid back to them..."
"But... those greedy and dirty guys actually changed their story and said that 10,000 quarks is just one day's interest! The interest is compounded, and now I am still more than 30,000 short of them..."
Old Mark did not continue speaking. After saying this, he seemed even weaker.
What happened next was that a loan shark came to the door and stabbed old Mark.
"I understand, Daddy Mark. I will take care of the matter."
Raymond took a closer look at the wound, and saw that it was bleeding. It was obvious that his internal organs had been injured.
He frowned and asked Bella, "Daddy Mark is so seriously injured, why didn't he call the doctor?"
After all, she is still nominally Mark's father's wife.
"Call the doctor?"
Bella shrugged and said sarcastically: "You brat, do you know how much it costs for a doctor to come to your home? I just asked Susan next door to see her, and she said that because of the serious injury, 'Doctor Arman' must be called."
To sew up internal organs, it would cost at least tens of thousands of quarks..."
"Are you trying to say you have no money?"
Raymond interrupted her complaint.
Bella has hidden some private money over the years, and he knows that at least tens of thousands of quarks can be taken out.
Bella shouted angrily: "No!"
"hehe."
Raymond sneered, not intending to waste any more time, nor was he willing to talk to this mean woman, so he turned around and prepared to go out.
"You little bastard, stop!"
Bella seemed to have thought of something, her expression changed, and she said, "Don't plan to borrow money from a doctor. Let me tell you...I won't pay back even a cent of the money you borrowed!"
...
Dr. Jarman is the most famous surgeon in District 23.
His price is very expensive, dozens of times that of ordinary doctors.
Because he is also an extraordinary person!
A surgeon who can sew internal organs with precision with his bare hands.
Raymond took the train to Dr. Arman's clinic, and after giving the janitor's assistant a tip of one hundred quarks, he met Arman smoothly.
A thin, pale man with prominent cheekbones.
At this moment, he seemed to have just come off the operating table, holding a bloody hemostat in his hand.
Through the curtains, Raymond saw what seemed to be a person lying on the operating table. There were some strange ulcers on his exposed left foot, like traces of a rotting corpse.
He didn't have time to think too much before he expressed his intention: "Dr. Armen, I need your help in making medical visits."
Arman glanced at Raymond's poverty-stricken attire without showing any discrimination.
He just stated the clinic's rules without expression.
"You know my medical expenses are very expensive."