Terry Duzem.
Zheng Qing often called him Dr. Duzem. He was an aged "young" wizard living in the eastern district of Beta Town. He was called aged because his face looked like that of an eighty- or ninety-year-old man, covered in wrinkles and age spots. He was called young because he was actually not yet forty; for most wizards, that still counted as youth.
Last semester, in order to save a group of innocent elves, Zheng Qing had sought medical help everywhere. With Jiang Yu's assistance, he had eventually found Dr. Duzem, who lived in seclusion in a corner of Beta Town.
Though Dr. Duzem usually looked somewhat disheveled, he possessed exceptional skill in brewing potions. With his help, the elves Zheng Qing had adopted had ultimately survived safely, right up to the present day.
To be fair, when Jiang Yu had introduced him, she had also mentioned Dr. Duzem's past madness and genius. But for a young scholarship student, without firsthand experience, it was difficult to grasp the glory behind those words.
Zheng Qing's strongest impression of Dr. Duzem was not the Doctor's practiced focus while mixing potions, nor his slovenly appearance, nor his dilapidated little courtyard that almost no one visited, with its trembling old servant.
Zheng Qing's strongest impression of Dr. Duzem was the sight of the Doctor gouging out his own eyeball right in front of him, then soaking it in medicine and washing it with bubbling gurgles.
It had to be admitted that, for a young man who had not been in the Wizarding World for long at the time, that horrifying sight had left a very deep mark on his heart, returning to haunt his dreams more than once afterward.
Every time, it had scared him into a cold sweat.
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