Alice, who was about to say something, pursed her lips again.

She had earlier deduced from the young man's many narrations that he probably accepted an Extraordinary who was on the "Medicine Master" path as his teacher, and as an apprentice, he learned the other's various herbal formulas.

She originally planned to remind Shermin and tell him in a subtle way that he could not prepare the magic potion and see the patient's lesions at a glance. It was not because he had no talent or talent, but because he had not taken the magic potion and had not yet become a possessor.

A special person with extraordinary abilities.

But apparently...

The young man knew exactly what he was giving up.

He once traveled with the "Medicine Master" to the Kingdom of Loen. In just one or two years, he visited about a dozen towns. He would leave each place within three months to avoid being discovered as an abnormal night watcher, and he would be punished.

Or someone with a mechanical heart comes to the door.

No matter how secretive and mysterious the extraordinary world is, after spending such a long time together day and night, it is impossible for Shermin not to be exposed to the secret of his teacher being an extraordinary person.

And he chose to give up just because he knew the secret...

Alice had no way of evaluating whether the boy's choice was correct.

After all, it is a life that belongs to others. Whether she chooses to go to the extraordinary world full of unknowns and mysteries, or to start a new life as an ordinary person, it essentially has nothing to do with her.

But she still felt that maybe it was good like this now.

The "pharmacist" may have only accepted an apprentice for the purpose of digesting the magic potion. Once the role of the owner of the drugstore is over and he advances to the next level, he may not be willing to continue playing the role of the original harmless "pharmacist".

Hmm... It's a pity that the "pharmacist" escaped early. She didn't know that there was an extraordinary person hiding in the East District who could prepare medicines. Otherwise, she would have caught him early and studied the extraordinary methods of preparing medicines in this world. She

Those few alchemy experiments might be able to go more smoothly.

"Alice..."

Just when her eyes were slightly lowered and she was thinking, she heard Shermin next to her call out to herself, and then turned around and saw him working up his courage with a slightly expectant look on his face.

He pinched the corners of his clothes and cuffs tightly.

"You asked me two days ago about herbal prescriptions for treating gastrointestinal and diarrhea... I brought my notes here, and there are modifications and comments left by my teacher... There are no patients coming to the door now. Do you want to,

Take a look?"

Alice blinked and then smiled happily:

"Then you're welcome, Shermin. I don't even know how to thank you for your kindness and kindness..."

"No, you're welcome. If what I recorded can help you, that would be great!"

After saying that, Shermin stood up neatly and ran back to the medicine preparation room with almost the same hand and foot. He dug out the bound notes tied with leather buckles, then walked to the office in the reception room and carefully handed over the notes in his hand.

.

"In it, there are some formulas that I learned from the teacher, and some herbal formulas that I researched myself and modified by the teacher... If you are interested, you can take it home and read it slowly, because I

The handwriting is not very pretty..."

Alice reluctantly responded to him a few times, her eyes fixed on the yellowed paper in her hand, silently reading the slanted writing on it line by line, and found the formula she needed.

Her thoughts began to run rapidly. She silently compared and calculated the herbs mentioned in the notes and their medicinal effects. From time to time, she looked at the comments and modifications written in another handwriting next to her, and gradually came up with a guess.

Soon, she turned the page, found another herbal formula for treating common illnesses, and repeated the same process.

Seeing that the girl was reading carefully, Shermin was still a little shy at first and felt embarrassed about the ugly handwriting he showed her. However, he seemed to be infected by her concentration, and he gradually relaxed and plucked up the courage to get closer and talk to her.

Many problems with blending herbal medicines were discussed.

However, the young clinic assistants had not enjoyed their leisure time for long before a patient who came for consultation knocked on the door of the clinic's reception room.

They were busy separately, registering information, receiving patients, and treating injuries in an orderly manner.

After finally sending away the unfortunate pair who were bitten by animals, and prescribing herbal medicine for a lady who brought her child to see the patient who had a fever, the door of the clinic, which had been closed for a long time, finally slowly opened.

Dr. Mikhail in a white coat led the dignified lady out of the house, whose condition seemed to have improved slightly. He put her on the black carriage that had been waiting on the street, and then went into the carriage to pick up the patients who accompanied the dignified lady to the clinic.

The family members of the patient whispered some precautions, including dietary restraint, ways to relieve psychological stress, and active auxiliary treatment with medications.

When the black carriage slowly drove away, Dr. Mikhail turned back to the clinic, casually took off the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, and looked at the two assistants with a smile.

"Alice, Shermin, do you have time tonight? I'm going to hold a simple dinner at home. It's the dinner I mentioned last week to celebrate the successful opening of the clinic...relax, it's just a simple gathering between friends and colleagues.

, there are not too many rules. I have invited some of my old friends, and if you are willing to come too, that would be great."

"Tonight...well, I don't have any special arrangements to attend the dinner party." Alice said.

Shermin didn't even think about declining, and happily nodded and accepted the doctor's invitation.

"Then if no patients come to the door later, we will get off work at the normal time, and then call a taxi to go there together. Haha, today I specially found a relationship to invite the chef of the Coastline Restaurant, and you can enjoy the authentic southern taste.

Meal." Dr. Mikhail said with a gentle smile.

"Southern taste... Indeed, the spices in the Disi region are really good!"

Shermin, who was aroused by these few words, nodded in approval.

But Alice still showed no special emotions as usual, just smiling quietly and listening.

Her mind was now completely occupied by a few uncomplicated herbal formulas.

If she were not in front of others, she could hardly suppress her excited mood and wished she could find a "pharmacist" immediately to verify her suspicions.

——No, there is nothing wrong with those herbal formulas themselves.

The problem is that without any extraordinary means, even if ordinary people strictly follow the formula developed by the "pharmacist" and imitate the preparation step by step, they will not be able to create medicines with corresponding therapeutic effects.

The extraordinary ability of the "pharmacist" pathway must be that in the process of arranging the medicinal properties of plants, it exerts the influence of its own extraordinary factors and activates the corresponding characteristics of the medicinal materials themselves, thereby completing the preparation of the medicine.

However……

Alice has simulated and deduced it in her mind many times. She is almost certain that if the same prescription is used and some steps of alchemy are adjusted, the finished potion will be infinitely close to the authentic potion prepared by the "pharmacist" himself!

She didn't know what the rationale behind this speculation was, and she didn't have the time to make random guesses.

She only knows that just a few steps of adjustment and the lack of a crucial catalytic element may be the reason why the medicines in this world cannot be stored for a long time and are restricted by the shelf life!

No, not just potions.

Using alchemy to create potions is just the basic of the basics. The advanced use is to refine props. Going further up, you can even come into contact with refining life and refining soul...

But in this way, a deeper and more puzzling doubt arises——

"Miss Alice, what do you think?"

She raised her head as if she had just woken up from a dream. She no longer stared at the open container filled with transparent wine and looked around in confusion. She looked at the person who called her name before with some confusion.

She was a lady with a beautiful face. She had a beautiful face in her twenties and thirties, and a graceful temperament in her thirties and forties. She only wore a simple dress, but she wore it as elegantly as an evening dress.

Sitting next to her was a middle-aged gentleman in a white shirt and brown vest, who was looking at her in a friendly and gentle manner.

Alice recalled for a few seconds and found the two names from her memory before the dinner party started.

Hailes Hurt and Lydia Hurt, a loving couple who entered the marriage hall hand in hand from the university campus, are also old friends of Dr. Mikhail for many years.

However, it is worth mentioning that Mr. Helles actually failed to complete the university course of the Department of Medicine and had to drop out of school early - because his father died during his third year of university, leaving behind the family property and the title of Viscount.

Tell him to go home and inherit...

On the other hand, Mrs. Lydia graduated from the Engineering Department of Backlund University and has been engaged in scientific research for many years. She is a much more hard-core steam and mechanical engineering expert than she appears on the outside.

"We just talked about a new writer," Dr. Mikhail promptly eased the suddenly silent atmosphere and said with a smile, "That's a doctor who came from a clinic. Now he has changed his profession and started writing novels. Maybe you also read

"Stormy Heights" written by her?"

What is that... I have never heard of it.

Alice chuckled politely and shook her head. She reservedly said that her recent energy was mainly focused on some more professional books, such as monographs on botany and biology.

"Look, this is how our young people should be eager to learn and make progress!"

Another middle-aged gentleman dressed in a shirt and vest put down the pipe in his hand and waved his arms slightly excitedly, obviously in a high mood.

"That kind of illogical and bloody plot is just a waste of readers' lives! It's no different from slow murder!"

"Oh, Gilbert, you are still so sharp and merciless in your words... In my opinion, the reasoning written in that novel is quite good, the logic is clear and coherent, and it is not what you said.

It’s unbearable.”

Lady Lydia took a sip of Southwell red wine and expressed her objection softly.

When the middle-aged gentleman who was a little agitated earlier, Dr. Gilbert Green, heard this, he picked up his pipe again, pointed the bowl without tobacco leaves at his head, and knocked twice with his eyes wide open.

"Damn it, do you think it is a reasonable arrangement to suffer a heavy blow to the head and lose memory? Then the plot behind "Stormhouse" seems to me like a ghost. Fortunately, Miss Wall was a doctor?

Any intern student with medical knowledge should know that when the head is hit hard, the probability of losing memory is much smaller than the probability of losing life!

As a doctor with common sense, I blush for her!

I swear, if I were to write a novel, even if I broke the pen in my hand, I would not write such a bloody amnesia plot!"

"So you have finished reading that novel, right?" Lady Lydia shook her head and smiled.

Dr. Gilbert looked sad and melancholy:

"It was because of reading that novel, that best-selling novel said to be written by a writer who was a doctor, that I felt that my time had been ruthlessly murdered..."

"Gilbert, if you are willing to spend some time on rhetoric and speak less harshly and directly, based on your conditions, you will have no problem finding your ideal marriage partner." He happily crushed crab legs for his wife and daughter.
To be continued...