"Uh..."
Wesley struggled to open his eyes, only to find that his limbs were tightly restrained and his head completely immobile.
As his slightly muddled memories returned, Wesley finally remembered that he had... apparently been beaten unconscious?
"You're awake?"
Zhou Yi appeared in Wesley's field of vision and asked.
"Where am I?" Wesley strained to move his eyes, looking around and trying to figure out what exactly was holding him in place. "What happened?"
"You're in Repair Fluid. This kind of fluid can stimulate white blood cells to repair all your wounds." Zhou Yi spoke about this setting that even he did not believe with a pained expression, while studying the formula on the paper and trying to figure out what was going on.
Since Carlos did not have much stock left, he gave Zhou Yi the formula for the Repair Fluid and had him prepare some.
Ordinary Assassin Brotherhood members naturally did not have access to it, but Carlos was an Assassin Master, so he was qualified.
As for the materials... the Continental Hotel also provided services in that area.
In short, as long as one had enough gold coins, the Continental Hotel could provide most things.
"Oh, right. It can also remove some of the toxins in your body," Zhou Yi added.
"There are toxins in my body?" Wesley looked utterly bewildered. "How did I not know?"
"Every medicine carries some toxicity. You took tranquilizers for so many years to suppress your Assassin Bloodline; did you really think there would be no aftereffects?" Zhou Yi frowned, then finally decided to give up. He crumpled the paper into a ball and clasped his hands together, making it disappear. "Of course, this Repair Fluid works best when your body has wounds."
"What?" Wesley recalled Carlos's earlier actions. "Why didn't he