I work as a sorcerer in the US, and my side hustle is building Gundams.

After extracting the poisonous wolves from the tongues that Mike bought and turning them into an antidote, Lynn's first aid skills improved significantly.

At the same time, he also heard that Mike brought back another piece of news.

"Hey, Lynn, didn't you say before that you recently developed a special potion that could make people incredibly strong?"

"Yes, the Lion King's Power Potion... Why are you asking about that?"

As Lynn washed his hands by the sink after applying the medicine, he turned around and asked, puzzled.

"Well, I ran into a former colleague, Aamir Khan, a teacher at the same school, who has also been having some trouble lately."

Mike sat down and took out a cigarette and held it to his nose to smell it, but didn't light it because he was afraid of offending Lynn, who doesn't smoke.

"He's about to find himself in the same situation as me: he lost his job, he's struggling to pay his mortgage, and his wife is divorcing him... It's an old story, isn't it?"

"So, you asked me this because you want to..."

Lynn also sat down, poured herself a cup of piping hot coffee, and sipped it slowly, trying to regain the body temperature she was losing.

"He is a physical education teacher, or more precisely, a rugby physical education teacher—a strength and conditioning trainer."

"The trouble he encountered was that while he was taking a walk on the street, a 5-year-old child suddenly fell from an upper floor! Being kind-hearted, she reached out and caught the child without thinking. The child was fine, but he broke both of his hands as a result."

"You know, for a physical education teacher, especially in strength training, hands are such a valuable asset."

"As for the school, with the North American high school football league in full swing, it was impossible to delay the school team's training because of one trainer. So, although the school was very sorry, they still expelled him."

"The family spent most of their savings just on treating his severed hand. After more than six months of treatment and rehabilitation, his hand finally recovered."

"But when he went back to the school to try to get his previous position back, he was politely refused by the school because they felt that someone who had suffered a severe arm fracture could not possibly recover to the strength he had before."

"Okay, it's a sad, but all too normal story... but you haven't mentioned what he wants me to do for him? He wants me to do his thing, right?"

Lynn moved half a step closer to the small sun. The weather had been getting colder and colder lately, and it was raining a lot. Even in the basement, the chill just wouldn't go away.

"Yes, he heard about your title as a witch doctor from somewhere, so when he met me he asked if he could ask you for help."

"So you just mentioned the potion that increases strength."

"Yes, if he wants to get his job back, he has to prove to the school that he is still strong and incredibly powerful."

After Mike finished speaking, he looked at Lynn expectantly.

"So if you really had a drug that could increase a person's strength and improve their performance without being detected by drug tests..."

"So, he's willing to offer you $500 as a token of his gratitude, and if this medicine is also $300 like the antidote, he'd like to become your long-term customer!"

"Hey……"

Upon hearing this, Lynn immediately became interested. He smacked his lips and began to stroke his chin back and forth with his hand.

Are they long-term customers?

This business is definitely worth doing!

"Speaking of which, the Lion King's Strength Potion can indeed increase a person's strength by about 30%."

"But I really can't be sure if I'll pass a drug test after drinking it..."

"Didn't you say that these potions of yours come from a lineage of witchcraft? Is it more of a mystical power, or the power of biological and chemical components?"

"I think it's more of a mystery side... Look, Mike, weren't you a chemistry teacher before? You must know how drug tests are done, right?"

"You can prepare those bottles and jars and test reagents first, then call him over and let's test it first, and let him feel the power of this medicine. If the test results meet expectations, then he can try to get back to his post."

"Okay, I'll call him right now!"

……

Two hours later.

A guest arrived in a hurry in the cramped basement.

He was probably around forty years old and had typical Indian Kshatriya features: fair skin, a high nose, deep-set eyes, and bulging muscles that could be faintly seen under his Adidas sportswear.

"Hello, Mr. Lynn, Mike told me you are a very skilled witch doctor."

He extended his right hand to Lynn very generously, not like an Indian performing the traditional wai (hands together in prayer).

"Yes, hello, Mr. Amir, that's what they call me. They say you crave power?"

After exchanging pleasantries, the three sat down, making the already cramped basement feel even smaller.

"Yes, in order to keep my house and my marriage, I need to prove to the school's coaching team that I have recovered well, and even that I am stronger than before, in order to get this job back."

Aamir Khan shrugged in a very Westernized manner, without any Indian accent in his speech.

"But you're worried about the drug test, right?"

"Yes, if there were no threat of drug testing, there would be many things on the market that could temporarily boost a person's strength, but I wouldn't dare to touch them, nor would I want to. I know there's always a price to pay."

It seems that this Indian immigrant has a very good level of education and moral character, which makes Lynn very satisfied and appreciative.

"Then you can try our strength potion; it should be able to meet your needs."

Lynn and Mike exchanged a glance, and the latter nodded subtly.

Then he pulled out a small bottle, about the length of an index finger, with square, angular edges, from his pocket. It was filled with a yellowish-green, translucent potion.

"This bottle is to dispel your doubts and as a test kit for drug testing; it's free."

He pointed to Mike standing to the side.

"And your former colleague, this high school chemistry teacher, will be in charge of the drug residue testing in your urine."

"No problem, witch doctor. Several of my friends have mentioned your amazing abilities; you've saved many lives."

Aamir Khan held the small bottle in his hands, treating it with the same care and importance he would show for his entire career.

"Therefore, I believe that this little thing with its appealing color will bring me an even bigger surprise."