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Dexamethasone is a synthetic long-acting glucocorticoid with multiple effects, including anti-inflammatory, anti-allergic, and immunosuppressive properties.

This thing can treat a variety of diseases, including but not limited to allergic diseases, autoimmune diseases, serious infections, and even palliative care for some cancers.

Wayne remembered that in his previous life, when he was a child at his maternal grandmother's house in the countryside of Dongda, the village doctor had two magic weapons: antibiotics (usually penicillin) + hormones (usually dexamethasone).

If an elderly person in the village has a headache or fever, they can get an IV drip in the morning and be able to go back to work in the fields in the afternoon.

For a common cold, fever, or inflammatory condition, this is essentially like using a cannon to kill a mosquito, or like seven US aircraft carrier fleets besieging 31 Greenland soldiers.

As for the potential side effects of dexamethasone, such as increased blood sugar, increased blood pressure, osteoporosis, and increased risk of infection, let me ask you: were you feeling alright that day? Did it not interfere with anything?

Sensing Wayne's excitement, Mike asked in confusion:

"Brother, I don't know what's wrong... Is there something wrong with David's medication?"

Wayne said:

"No problem, no problem at all... cough cough... David, my brother, could you buy me some of your medicine? Cough cough... It's also effective for pneumonia and coughs."

David grinned and said:

"No problem, bro. This medicine was prescribed by a doctor when my asthma was really bad before I went bankrupt. The amount he prescribed was way too much for me to finish, and I haven't taken it in a long time. If I hadn't been injured last night and my asthma hadn't gotten worse, I wouldn't have taken it today..."

"This bottle is only $6.5, and my prescription allows for refills. How many do you want?"

Wayne glanced at the label on the medicine bottle: 0.5mg * 30 tablets, took out $100 and handed it to David, saying:

"The more the better... Let's start with 300 pieces... Ahem... Uncle Raymond, what do you think?"

Old Raymond nodded and said:

"Cough cough... I'm feeling a bit better, but I'm still a little... cough cough... a little uncomfortable."

Wayne poured out a dexamethasone tablet and an antibiotic tablet and took them together. Then he prepared the same dose and handed it to old Raymond, saying:

"Eating together will be good for you."

[You took a stimulant, which accelerated the relief of your negative condition.]

Wayne could feel that his symptoms seemed to be easing more quickly after swallowing the two pills.

Dexamethasone is really potent.

Old Raymond now trusted Wayne completely and immediately took the two pills and swallowed them.

Mike was taken aback:

"Brother, how do you know all this? Do you know anything about medicine?"

His voice even trembled slightly.

On the helpless streets, the worst thing is to get sick. Without medical insurance, even a minor ailment can be fatal.

If you can meet a doctor, that is the greatest fortune.

Wayne blinked and said:

"I studied medicine for two years specifically for a doctor's role... cough cough... that's not important, what's important is that we can make money from this..."

Mike instantly understood what he meant, but then frowned and said:

"Practicing medicine without a license is a serious crime. The unlicensed doctor I know has connections, and he's been hiding in Chinatown with his own clinic. If you want to do this, we don't have enough equipment or medicine..."

Under Washington state law, practicing medicine without a license can result in a maximum sentence of one year in prison and a $5000 fine for a first offense of misdemeanor, while repeat offenders can face more than 10 years in prison and fines of more than $1.

Even if you are a top doctor in other countries, if you come to the United States and start treating patients without obtaining a medical license, that is practicing medicine illegally, and the more people you save, the heavier the sentence will be.

That's secondary. Even if you want to practice medicine illegally, you should at least have your own clinic and a clean place where you can see a doctor. Only then can you gain the trust of patients and have customers come to see you.

Otherwise, why would anyone believe you?

Wayne shook his head, blinked, and said:

"Who said I was going to practice medicine illegally? Cough cough... I just want to bless everyone through voodoo magic. Of course, for the magic to take effect, you must drink the magic potion I concoct."

Mike was taken aback at first, then looked at the fish in Wayne's hand, which was covered in antibiotics and dexamethasone, and said with a wry smile:

"Will this really work...? But it's too rudimentary in our tent, and it's getting late to rent a place..."

Even if he contributed all of his $1800, it would still take him at least a week or two to rent a place immediately, and given their circumstances, they could only afford to rent in the worst neighborhoods.

Those neighborhoods controlled by gangs.

Wayne smiled and said:

"Don't worry, brother, I'll find a way. If you meet someone who needs medical treatment, you can recommend them to me."

Although Mike wasn't very confident about Wayne's plan, he still nodded and said:

"Okay brother, I'll try my best to find a solution this week. I still have a job as a supermarket stocker, so I can ask my boss for an advance on my salary. If all else fails, I can borrow a high-interest loan from the Blood Gang. Gold Chain Will has been trying to get me to join the Blood Gang..."

David, somewhat embarrassed, said to Wayne:

"Sorry, brother. Because I have asthma, I haven't been able to find a new job and can only do odd jobs, so I haven't saved any money... But I can sell my blood. I've never used any enhancement agents, so my blood quality is pretty good."

After saying his last sentence, a hint of pride appeared on David's face.

Wayne felt a surge of warmth in his heart and was deeply moved. He said he would find a way to make sure Mike never borrowed money from the Blood Gang.

The three chatted for a few more minutes. Mike took out a set of fairly clean clothes from his bag, changed into them, took out a bottle of his treasured perfume, sprayed it on vigorously, said goodbye to Wayne, and left.

He's going to work at the supermarket.

He was already three hours late today because of Wayne.

David also hurriedly said goodbye to Wayne and went to do his day job—he had applied online for a temporary sign-holding job for the LGBT community, where he could earn a few dozen dollars a day by holding up signs at a nearby protest site.

After the two left, and seeing that old Raymond had fallen asleep again, Wayne ate a cold hot dog, drank a Coke, and took his dog Wick out the door.

To do something well, you must first have the right tools. Since I'm going to be a witch doctor, I need to get more equipment.

He remembered that there seemed to be a lot of Voodoo tools in Old John's tattered tent. Although the tent had been burned, there should still be some things left, so he could go and search for them.

Moreover, given the system's nature, it requires exploring more maps and interacting with the outside world to trigger story events.

He casually stuffed the two bottles of medicine into his pocket, and while walking down the street according to his memory, he checked his attributes:

【Class: Adventurer (Level 1, no class path selected)】

Titles: Royal Court Rebel (Greater chance of gaining favor from the dungeons and streets); Voodoo Medium (Highly effective against Voodoo followers)

Physical strength: 1.3/1.3

Intelligence: 1.2/1.3

Mental Power: 0.3/0.6

HP: 15/60

Experience points: 36/100

Skills: Bard Performance (Beginner 30%); Familiarity in a Foreign Land (Passive 50%); Tactical Dagger Use (Specialist); Compound Making (Beginner 70%); General Medicine (Intermediate 50%)

Battle Pet: Wilderness Hound (Level 1, 40%)

Status: Seriously ill and weak

The combined effect of dexamethasone and antibiotics was indeed remarkable; in just a short while, his blood volume had recovered by 3 points, reaching 15 points.

Looking at these five skills again, Wayne is reluctant to part with any of them, as they are all very useful skills.

However, the most useful skill right now is general medicine. If all else fails, we can only sacrifice compound making skill to improve the level of general medicine.

The sky was completely covered by thick, leaden-gray clouds. The drizzle had just stopped, and the air was permeated with a bone-chilling dampness. Every icy water droplet seemed to have solidified, and the humidity made people feel even colder.

The streets, shimmering gray from the rain, reflected the blurred outlines of the buildings on either side and the fleeting shadows of passing car lights. The air was filled with the aroma of coffee and the scent of the sea breeze.

The closer you get to the tourist area, the more bourgeois the atmosphere becomes, and everything is shrouded in a beautiful illusion.

It felt like a completely different city from the Chinatown community where Wayne had just been.

It is said that the author of "Bridget Jones Folding" lived in Seattle at the time, and it seems that he deeply felt the Seattle folding, and eventually applied that system to the University of Tokyo.

After navigating through streets and past bustling Pike Place Market, Wayne finally returned to where he started.

A charred tent came into view, better than Wayne had imagined; the rain last night had prevented the fire from burning too badly.

Wayne pulled his hood tighter and went into a pile of ruins to search.

You discovered a pile of bones containing voodoo artifacts.

You have discovered a basic material for magical artifacts: Spirit Bone.