No wonder Mito didn't believe him.
In his eyes, Kevin was incredibly good at fighting. He was either eating or training every day, so it was hard to associate him with a physician.
Kevin directly opened the potion pouch at his waist, revealing rows of potions in different colors.
"These are all premium goods you absolutely can't get outside. Their effects are remarkable—they cure whatever ails you.
"And I made them myself."
For difficult ailments affecting an otherwise normal body, Kevin could even use ordinary effective medicines to formulate top-grade, targeted Healing Potions on the spot.
If ordinary methods failed to identify the problem, they could always go to a major hospital for a full scan.
Then, based on the results, he could formulate the proper medicine.
The potions Kevin made with [Moment's Dream] would definitely have harmonizing and healing effects.
If they couldn't cure it completely, they could always seek out a professional doctor to prepare a special medicine. Kevin could then upgrade its ingredients and make a dedicated potion for treatment.
Unless the problem wasn't an ordinary illness, or involved physical defects, but rather some other issue related to Nen abilities. In that case, they would need to find an [Exorcist].
However, Kevin had already asked Mito why his son had become like that.
Mito had said it was caused by a fall from a great height—in other words, an external injury.
It was very likely that some internal injuries from that fall hadn't been treated properly, and over time, the problem had worsened.
Then Kevin asked a crucial question. "So how am I supposed to treat your son? You can't exactly bring me into your clan—that obviously wouldn't follow the rules. Or are you going to bring your son out?"
Mito furrowed his brows, clearly falling into