I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Thinking about it, Lu Yuan lifted the blanket covering him and went to the infirmary, stopping in front of the wooden cabinet with bottles and jars.

Lu Yuan prepared to first prepare the simplest painkiller, Red Grass Ointment.

As a coastal town, Grimport has no shortage of port workers, who inevitably suffer scrapes and bruises while loading and unloading cargo.

At this point, a good red herbal ointment would theoretically never have trouble selling, provided that the effect justifies the price.

The recipe is very simple: red grass, three-leaf hemp, and pine branch juice.

The difficulty lies in the vague description in "Basic Pharmacology": "Extract the effective components of Hemp Trifolium repens using appropriate heat".

"What does 'appropriate' even mean? Such vague descriptions are just a way to monopolize knowledge."

"It's just a pity that you met me."

Lu Yuan thought about setting up the iron pot, his eyes fixed on the lower right corner of his field of vision.

When three-leaf hemp is added to water and boiled over high heat, no experience points are gained.

"That's not right." Lu Yuan immediately poured out the waste and soaked it in warm water, stirring it slowly with a wooden stick.

The moment the liquid began to turn cloudy, a line of small gray-white text finally appeared.

[Pharmacology: +0.1...You are refining a drug]

"That's right." Lu Yuan's lips curled up slightly.

Because he doesn't need to understand pharmacology, he just needs to play like a game, constantly trying and failing until a judgment is triggered.

This is his absolute advantage.

This sense of convenience, akin to having "automatic assistance" in a game, motivated Lu Yuan to continuously process the medicinal herbs.

Half an hour later.

Three deep red pills, emitting a faint pine scent, lay quietly on the tray.

Pharmacology: 1/50 (Beginner)

You've successfully produced a substandard red herbal ointment. While it looks appealing, its effects are appalling.

"As long as it doesn't kill people, it's a good medicine."

Lu Yuan carefully put the pills into a glass bottle and then tidied up the table with satisfaction.

"As long as I slowly accumulate experience points, I should be able to establish myself in this world."

"But we still need to think about how to let people know the clinic has reopened..."

The next morning, a thick, leaden-gray fog enveloped the port of Grim.

Lu Yuan pushed open the door, and a strong smell of the sea mixed with coal smoke hit him.

In the distance, the muffled sound of a ship's horn could be faintly heard, along with the rough shouts of the dockworkers.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath of the damp air, took down the notice board that Dr. Leisen had originally hung outside the door, and replaced it with a new wooden board.

The above is a line of text written in Imperial English, with sharp strokes:

[Lesson Clinic has reopened with a new doctor specializing in trauma, pain management, and various complex cases. Prices are fair and transparent.]

However, when it came to the "Abilities" section, Lu Yuan hesitated for a moment.

As a fake who has barely even touched a medical book, this is somewhat fraudulent.

But after touching the two jingling copper coins in his pocket, he still hung up the sign without changing his expression.

"If he can cure it, he's a miracle doctor. As for how he cured it..." Lu Yuan glanced at the experience bar brimming in his vision. "...That's my family's secret technique."

After putting the notice away, Lu Yuan returned to his room and took out books related to medicinal herbs to read again.

The clinic door was ajar, and occasionally one could hear footsteps passing by on the bluestone street.

As Lu Yuan flipped through the book, he silently calculated whether he would be able to secure his first business deal today.

If that doesn't work, should I write several more notices myself and find someone to promote them at the pier?

Just as Lu Yuan was thinking, he heard light footsteps outside the courtyard.

The footsteps were strange, some deep, some shallow, as if someone had suffered a serious leg injury, or as if something was dragging a heavy object.

Lu Yuan was sitting behind the counter, flipping through medical books to gain experience, when he heard the sound and subconsciously took out a scalpel from the drawer.

But then I realized that it was daytime.

Finally, there was a knock on the door, followed by someone calling out.

"Doctor? Is anyone home?"

The voice was loud and slightly hoarse, with a heavy dock accent.

Lu Yuan closed the book, got up, went to the door, and opened it.

A man was standing outside the door. His skin was dark from the sea breeze and sun, his hair was a bit messy, and he was wearing a coarse cloth coat that had been patched several times. You could still see damp salt stains on the cuffs.

The man had a slight limp in his left leg, and there were obvious mud stains on his trouser leg. He instinctively protected his left leg while standing, indicating that the injury was quite serious.

The man looked at Lu Yuan, clearly stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting the new doctor to be so young, and an Asian man with black hair and black eyes.

"You...you're the new doctor?" the man asked tentatively. "The one named Lu...Yuan, who took over Dr. Leisen's case?"

The man asked tentatively, his eyes filled with suspicion, as if he were ready to turn and leave at any moment.

"Yes." Lu Yuan nodded, stepping aside to make way for him. "Let's talk inside. Also, my name is Lu Yuan."

The man thanked him, smiled somewhat embarrassedly, and dragged his legs into the porch, leaving a long muddy trail on the floor.

The man was clearly familiar with the examination room; he picked up a chair and sat down on his own.

"What's your name?"

"People in town call me Thomas." The man scratched the back of his head, smiling a little awkwardly. "I work as a porter."

"Thomas," Lu Yuan repeated the name, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Thomas hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his left leg, rolled up his trouser leg, and exposed his left calf.

A strange bruise was visible on his leg, and at the edge of the bruise, several round holes that looked like they had been sucked in by a suction cup could be vaguely seen.

Looking at the faint yellow marks remaining at the edges of the bruise, Lu Yuan asked, "Have you had it checked elsewhere?"

"I went to the church to get my medication," Thomas said, a hint of embarrassment on his face. "But the medication they prescribed was too expensive. I only used it for two days. If I kept using it, my family and I would be starving."

"Luckily, I made a small amount of money a few days ago..."

After Thomas finished speaking, as if he had thought of something, he added, "Dr. Leisen's fees weren't very high before, and we used to come here for treatment. I hope the prices won't be too high now that you've taken over..."

"No, it'll be the same as before," Lu Yuan replied casually.

"That's good! Jack really didn't lie to me. He said you're like Dr. Lyson, at least not a heartless guy." Thomas smiled, a relieved look on his face.

"Jack?" Lu Yuan asked casually.

"He always claims to be a bard, but he's actually just a vagabond. We used to work together at the docks, and lately he's been hanging out in taverns every day, earning a little extra money."

"Understood." Lu Yuan nodded, remembering the name 'Jack' in his mind. He also knew that the only person who knew his name was the homeless man under the electric light last night.

"That was a huge help... I'd like to meet him sometime."