Expert Healing Potion, So Terrifying!

Brewing potions was easier than Lin Yue had imagined. Aside from consuming a little mental energy and a small amount of Soul Power, everything was completed in an instant.

The ingredients for the formulas a first-level Alchemist could brew were generally easy to find, except for the Permanent Enhancement Potion, which required materials from a ten-year plant-type Soul Beast. The other ingredients could be found in practically any market.

As for the potion's effects, perhaps he could find someone to test it on.

With that thought in mind, after helping Old Song grind a fresh batch of herbs, Lin Yue saw him sighing as he pounded his aching lower back, and an idea struck him.

"Mr. Song, you seem to have a sore back. Is your spine bothering you?"

"Yes, it's an old problem... Hm? What's that you have?"

Seeing the clear potion inside the glass bottle in Lin Yue's hand, the old man could not help but freeze.

Lin Yue smiled and held the potion out to him.

"I mixed this medicine for you. You can give it a try. It might help your back."

"Huh? When did you learn how to do this, kid?"

The old man smiled, but looked uneasily at the item in Lin Yue's hand, slightly worried.

This kid hadn't just made it up randomly, had he? He had never heard of a six-year-old genius who could learn a formula in a single day.

But when he saw the little boy's pure, sincere eyes, he ultimately could not resist. He picked up the bottle and gently sniffed it.

The instant his nose approached the bottle's mouth, a faint herbal fragrance mixed with a refreshing scent flowed through his nostrils and deep into his chest and abdomen. Even his breathing became a little smoother.

Feeling the change in his body, the old man's eyes widened, his expression instantly becoming one of utter shock.

His body's instincts seemed to be cheering at that moment, urging him to drink the potion as soon as possible.

Overwhelmed by such a mysterious sensation, the old man followed his heart. He unscrewed the cap and took a small sip. The slightly sweet potion slid down his throat and turned into a warm current that spread through his body.

"Gasp..."

The old man sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively straightened up!

At that moment, the muscles in his back stretched and relaxed freely beneath the gentle medicinal effects.

An unprecedented warmth rapidly spread through his body. His spine, which had always ached faintly, was now wrapped in that warm current, as though soaked in soothing hot water. Every inch of his skin felt comfortable and tingly, while all his pain melted away as quickly as snow beneath the blazing sun...

Looks like it worked.

Lin Yue touched his pocket and realized that the potion in his hand might be even more effective than he had expected.

That percentage-based health recovery seemed capable of more than merely restoring vitality. It could even eliminate hidden ailments.

However, seeing that the old man was still hunched over, he also realized that this potion, at least at the low level, could not cure chronic conditions outright.

That made sense. If even the lowest-grade Healing Potion was this miraculous, wouldn't the later potions be absurdly powerful?

"Thank you. I already feel much better. Your medicine is truly amazing, little fellow."

Looking at the young boy with a face full of amazement, the old man finally realized that Lin Yue had probably not come to his tiny clinic merely to work as an apprentice.

"Mr. Song, can I stay here in the future and help you prepare medicine while also selling some potions I've made myself?"

Having voiced what was on his mind, Lin Yue saw the old man pause slightly and hurriedly added,

"Of course, my potions would only be used for illnesses and injuries you can't treat. Besides, my medicine is actually quite expensive, haha."

Scratching his head, Lin Yue would not bite the hand that fed him by stealing the old man's business after receiving his kindness.

He would only handle conditions that the old man could not treat. He could just set the prices higher when the time came.

"Haha, of course you can."

Seeing how sensible the little fellow was, despite possessing such extraordinary potion-making skills, he still worked here under the name of an apprentice. The old man was gratified and readily agreed.

Nuoding City did not have many people, but it still had over ten thousand residents. There were countless difficult and complicated illnesses, while the ailments he could handle were quite limited. More often than not, he could only send patients to healing-type Soul Masters or larger towns.

Now that he had this little fellow, many of his worries could be eased.

Having received the old man's permission, Lin Yue's face immediately lit up. He placed a small stool beside the old man's desk and resumed secretly tinkering with potion-making.

As the only clinic in several nearby streets, it received over a hundred patients seeking medicine every day.

Of course, most people who came here for treatment were ordinary citizens. Soul Masters rarely appeared, and at least today, not a single person needed Lin Yue's potions.

Unable to find any customers, Lin Yue was not bothered. He simply continued doing what he was supposed to do, taking out the herbs Old Song needed one by one, grinding them, wrapping and mixing them in paper packets, then handing them to the grateful patients.

Soon, the day's work was nearing its end. Yet beneath the dim sky, an anxious cry shattered the clinic's peace.

"Old Song, come take a look! This child was injured by a Soul Beast. He's covered in blood and looks like he won't make it!"

The day's only critically ill patient had arrived. Lin Yue immediately looked up curiously at the newcomers.

An eighteen-year-old youth lay on a stretcher, half his body a mangled mass of blood and flesh. His face was pale as gold paper, his chest rose and fell rapidly, yet no breath could be heard. Only his jaw hung open as he made hoarse, rasping sounds, like a drowning fish. He no longer even had the strength to gasp.

"This is bad. What happened to him? How did he get hurt this badly?"

Old Song hurried forward in a panic. Without even checking the youth's pulse properly, he placed two fingers on the injured man's neck. Feeling the weak pulse, his expression changed drastically.

"Quick, Little Lin, bring me that bottle of Golden Wound Medicine I told you about earlier."

Staring at the injured youth whose entire side had been soaked red with blood, Old Song immediately turned to the middle-aged men who had brought him in.

"What happened exactly?"

"Little Liu was hunting in the mountains when he was attacked by some Soul Beast that had escaped from somewhere. By the time we found him again, he was already like this."

The hunters, dressed in fur garments, all looked panicked, their eyes filled with worry as they looked at the injured youth.

As hunters, getting hurt was common. But after being injured by a Soul Beast to this extent, they understood that the young man's life was likely impossible to save.

[Ding, commission received from the patient's family]

[Mission content: Provide treatment and save the patient's life]

[Mission reward: Five hundred points]

"Wuwuwu, Doctor Song, please, you must save my son."

A haggard woman stumbled into the clinic. She threw herself beside the injured youth, her knees gave way, and she knelt directly before Old Song. Within moments, she was sobbing so hard she could barely speak.

"Ah, I understand. I will certainly do my best."

Though he said that, the old man's gaze darted away.

With injuries of this severity, and judging by how he was taking in less air than he was letting out, the patient was likely already at death's door. Even if a healing-type Soul Master were present, they might not be able to save him from such wounds.

At most, he could stop the child's wounds from bleeding and lessen his pain. But seeing that he was beyond saving, ah...

Another family was likely about to lose their child.

His beard trembling, Old Song accepted the medicine Lin Yue handed over. But when he lowered his head, he discovered that it was not the Golden Wound Medicine he had requested, but a small glass bottle filled with red liquid.

"Huh? This is...?"

"Try it, Old Song. It might be useful."

Looking at the dying patient, Lin Yue's heart pounded rapidly.

Could a potion that restored 25% of maximum health save someone with injuries this severe...?

Looking at the mother sobbing uncontrollably beside the patient, Lin Yue sighed. This was all he could do...

"Alright, I'll try it!"

Taking the Golden Wound Medicine Lin Yue handed him as well, the old man hesitated no longer. He poured the Healing Potion from the glass bottle into the patient's mouth in one gulp, then quickly began cleaning the enormous wound on the patient's waist.

But while he anxiously tried to identify the wound amid the blood and grime, the horrifying sight before him made his face change dramatically.

At the huge, bloody, grotesque wound, strands of fresh flesh burst forth along its edges and wove together, as though an invisible hand were using the flesh as thread to forcibly weave and stitch the wound closed...

When he looked up again, several traces of color had appeared on the youth's gold-paper face. His formerly labored breathing had also calmed somewhat.

The despairing rasping sounds were gone from the air. Instead, they could clearly hear the youth drawing great breaths, like someone who had crawled back from the gates of hell and was silently crying for help.

At that moment, countless shocked eyes in the clinic turned toward the six-year-old boy who had handed over the little bottle of medicine.