A week later.
His body emaciated, weak, and powerless, even merely sitting before the experiment table and reading left Green's pale face covered in cold sweat. His eyes were bloodshot in an unnatural way, and "huff, huff" panting issued from his throat, each breath feeble and labored.
Peranos found this only natural as he continuously shook a bottle of potion in his hand.
"It seems oral ingestion really works faster than respiratory infection. When I infected myself with Lymph under my mentor's guidance, it took three weeks before I showed the symptoms you have now."
Peranos shook the green potion in his hand. Once a trace of life aura emerged from it, he handed it to Green.
Green took the potion and swallowed it in one gulp. He immediately felt a current of life energy begin to nourish his entire body, somewhat easing the weakness within him.
Taking out his crystal ball, Green examined himself briefly, then gave a bitter smile. His Constitution had already fallen to 2?
Peranos shook his head and put away the empty test tube. As he used mental power to examine the vast amount of written information in his crystal ball, he said indifferently, "If creatures in nature become infected with Lymph and have no means of treatment, then several months of weakness are almost certainly a death sentence. But in a wizard's laboratory, you only need to wait quietly. Nothing here will threaten your life. Treat it like an illness."
"Mm."
After answering, Green slowly closed his book and, utterly exhausted, lay down on the bed in the corner of the laboratory and fell asleep.
Peranos glanced at Green, seemingly reminded of his younger self. With a sigh of emotion, he quietly left the laboratory.
Two months later.
Green lay on the bed,