I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

In this humble clinic, he was the only one who looked like a real doctor.

Dr. Yuri. The owner of this clinic.

“Arkham, you’re very lucky to have come,” Yuri said, standing up with a smile.

Evan was taken aback: "A new job?"

Yuri nodded, picked up a document from the table, and handed it to him.

"Perfect for you."

"You should already know about the news regarding the release of the Magic Bullet, right?"

606. Arsvanamin. Magic Bullet.

This name has appeared frequently in the medical sections of newspapers in recent months.

The only drug in this era that can truly kill Treponema pallidum has just been launched this year.

The newspapers touted it as a gift from God to mankind, but the price was also at God's level.

The cost of a full course of treatment ranges from one hundred to three hundred dollars, depending on the severity of the condition and the doctor's conscience.

For people at the bottom of society, this is an astronomical figure that is beyond their reach.

Even if a dockworker didn't eat or drink for half a year, he still wouldn't be able to save enough.

All five people in the room looked up at the same time, and Kerry was so excited that he stood up from his chair.

Yuri waved his hand, gesturing for everyone to sit down.

"You don't need to try drugs that are already on the market. This trial is of a new drug in the same class."

He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone shifting to a professional and steady one.

"The current stage is the screening period, and we need to confirm whether you can initially tolerate this new drug. The process is very simple."

"Take it orally twice a day for two days."

"Food and lodging are provided. No blood is required. You only need to verbally describe your physical condition, and I will check your body once a day."

"Guaranteed 100% symptom relief. There may be serious side effects. Compensation: one dollar per day."

"The experiment will take place at my clinic. You cannot leave the ward for two days. If you quit halfway, you will not receive any compensation and your medication will be discontinued."

He glanced around at the five faces in the room.

Are you willing?

The five people acted almost without hesitation.

willing.

One dollar a day, including food and lodging, and it can even cure syphilis.

This is not a question that needs to be considered by anyone here.

Chapter 29: Is this blood or medicine?!

Yuri took a stack of contracts from the drawer and distributed them.

"Then let's sign the contract."

Ivan took the contract but didn't rush to sign it.

He first looked at the logo at the top of the contract.

A circle contains an equilateral triangle, and a flame burns at the center of the triangle.

The flames are drawn with simple, sharp lines, as if they were drawn in one stroke.

Below the logo is a line of small print: Red King Laboratory.

"The perfect Red King."

Evan silently repeated the name in his mind.

In alchemical tradition, the Red King is another name for the Philosopher's Stone, representing the final stage of great accomplishment, namely, reddening.

Just from the name, you can tell it's definitely a heavyweight.

Without further hesitation, he picked up the dip pen on the table and signed his name at the bottom of the contract.

The rest of the process went smoothly.

The five people changed into gray-white hospital gowns provided by the clinic and were assigned to their respective wards.

Ivan's room was at the end of the corridor, with four metal-framed hospital beds lined up against the wall, and he was all alone.

The sheets were washed until they were white and stiff, and the pillow was as thin as a pancake, but at least they were clean.

The door was locked from the outside to prevent any accidents.

After checking in, Dr. Yuri gave Ivan and the others a complete set of basic examinations.

The doctor took a medical history, measured the pulse and blood pressure, examined the location and size of every rash and puncture mark on the skin, drew a tube of blood, and collected a bottle of urine.

Yuri's movements were skillful and professional, and his gaze behind his gold-rimmed glasses was calm and focused, completely different from the brutal style of the blood-drawing factory on the third floor.

After everything was completed, at 9:00 AM sharp, Evan took his first dose of medication.

The pill was quite large, about the size of a little fingernail, gray in color, with a rough surface, and had no odor.

He placed the pill on his tongue, picked up the warm water glass from the bedside table, tilted his head back, and swallowed it.

[You have taken the stage 3 B virus. Duration of effect: Permanent.]

[Effect: Engulfs Treponema pallidum, concentrating its toxicity; increases your body's flexibility.]

Ivan's heart skipped a beat.

"B virus? It engulfs syphilis and concentrates its toxicity?"

This is hardly a treatment.

This is like putting a snake inside someone's body so it can eat mice, but the snake itself is more dangerous than the mice.

[Did you reverse the side effects?]

"Twist!"

[Reversal progress: 2 hours.]

Immediately afterwards, a line of red warning text suddenly popped up on the panel.

[Warning! Drug chain detected.]

[Copper oxide forms an unknown fusion with stage 3 B virus! Will it reverse the side effects?]

Ivan stared at the words, his pupils dilating slightly.

Then he laughed.

"Good heavens. No wonder the nun was handing out copper pills downstairs at Yuri's clinic."

"Could it be that the Healing Church discovered the Red King's laboratory plan?"

"Otherwise, this would be too much of a coincidence."

The copper-forming properties of copper oxide and the phagocytic properties of the B virus created a chain reaction.

Two drugs from different sources unexpectedly collided in his body.

One person was distributing free medication downstairs, while another was offering paid trial medications upstairs.

One belongs to the Healing Church, and the other belongs to the Red King's Laboratory.

The two lines intersect in the same building.

It is unclear whether this was an unintentional coincidence or something deliberately orchestrated by someone.

After Ivan gave the order to reverse, the panel immediately displayed a new prompt.

[Reversal progress: 5 hours.]

He put the medicine bottle back on the bedside table and leaned back a little; the thin mattress made a soft creak on the metal frame.

"Then let me see what tricks you two can pull."

He closed his eyes and pretended to rest.

Meanwhile, in the laboratory of Yuri's clinic.

Dr. Yuri held a wooden tray with a respectful expression, on which five test tubes were neatly arranged.

Each vial contained a dark red blood sample, with a number written on the tube wall in crayon.

He placed the tray on the counter, like a servant standing before his master.

A young man sat on a high stool opposite the control panel.

She looked to be in her mid-twenties and had a slender build.

He was wearing a well-tailored dark gray suit, with a black bow tie neatly tied at the collar of his shirt.

Her golden hair was combed back perfectly, glossy and smooth.

His face was sharply defined with a high nose bridge, but the corners of his mouth were habitually turned down, revealing a cold and arrogant impatience.

Pilsson. The supervisor from the Red King's Laboratory stationed at Yuri's Clinic.

Without saying a word, he extended his white-gloved fingers and picked up the first test tube from the tray.

The gloves are made of lambskin with fine stitching.

He picked up the test tube, which had Carey's name on it.

He examined the color and flow of the blood under the light of an incandescent bulb, then uncorked it, used a thin glass pipette to draw out a drop, and placed it on the tip of his tongue.

Close your eyes.

taste.

It's like a sommelier determining the vintage of a bottle of aged wine.

Three seconds later, he opened his eyes.