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

After learning that Lynn was a witch doctor favored by the witch god, Mike became bolder and more confident in changing his fate.

When they arrived at Tres Street and found Santos, who was on the verge of death, in a yellow tent with a skylight and a Batman image painted on it, he was already bombarding Lynn with a barrage of questions about the witch doctor.

Lynn patiently explained to him that the identity of a witch doctor was more like a chosen one than something that could be obtained through cultivation.

After all, he couldn't explain why a snake's venom sac would automatically turn into three bottles of antidote in his hands.

There was no way to tell him that he was actually using a warlock skill from World of Warcraft.

If I really made up a set of exercises for him to practice, and he couldn't achieve any results even after 10 or 8 years, wouldn't he think I was a fraud and tear me apart?

Santos is a hybrid orc who has long suffered from fel magic. Coupled with his prolonged use of various new drugs, the toxins accumulated in his body have reached a critical point, threatening to explode. His physical and mental condition is extremely worrying.

You will receive a reward for using an antidote to cure him.

"Hey bro~ I heard you're a famous pharmacist around Pioneer Square?"

The South American mixed-race young man, lying on the ground, was breathing heavily but not deeply. His eyes lit up as he looked at Lynn.

"They say your antidote is a cure-all, and others say you're an excellent cook, making the toxins you prepare taste especially delicious?"

Seeing that his face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he was as thin as Gollum from The Lord of the Rings, Lynn was about to take out a bottle of antidote to detoxify him.

He asked Lynn in a weak but very excited voice.

"What? Me? A cooking enhancer?"

Lynn recalled the dialogue between Walter White and Jesse Pinkman in Breaking Bad. He pinned the hand that was reaching for the test tube to his inner breast pocket, his brows furrowed, and looked at the skinny man lying on the ground, so weak that he seemed like he could die at any moment.

"That's right! That's what they said, cough cough!"

A violent cough erupted from Santos's chest, making his fragile chest heave like a bellows. After a long while, he coughed up a mouthful of murky black phlegm, which finally calmed him down.

"So, do you have any good stuff here? I need the best ice, you definitely have it, you're the best pharmacist!"

At this moment, his eyes were filled with fanaticism and chaos as he looked at Lynn. He forced himself to sit up and extended his thin, bony right hand to Lynn, with a roll of green US dollars in his palm.

"Sorry, I'm a pharmacist, but I don't have ice, and I don't make D."

Lynn took the dollars from his palm and then handed him a bottle of green antidote.

"But this stuff is much stronger than ice. Why don't you try drinking a whole bottle?"

Santos, enraged by your claim that he had no ice and that you even took his money, was about to erupt in fury!

But then he suddenly heard Lynn say, "This stuff is even more refreshing than ice!"

He immediately went from anger to joy, and hurriedly snatched the test tube from Lynn's hand, pulled out the stopper with a "pop," and tilted his head back to pour it into his mouth.

"Gulp, gulp..."

The short tube of antidote instantly entered his stomach and intestines.

Santos closed his eyes contentedly, eagerly awaiting the effects of this substance, which was even more potent than "ice."

However, the feeling he was expecting did not occur.

Instead, a few seconds later, he felt a clear stream flowing through his lungs and every meridian in his body.

The feeling was so refreshing, so healing, so redemptive.

It's as if someone is washing every bone, every organ, and every cell in your body with clean water.

"Whoosh...Wow!"

Ten seconds later, his eyes widened suddenly!

Then, like a resurrected zombie, he suddenly jumped up from the blanket, his face flushed, and began to breathe in the fresh air!

[You removed the toxins from this hybrid beastman's body, giving him a new lease on life. Your first aid skill +10%, character experience +10.]

As Lynn watched the system text appear before him, he also heard Santos's joyful roar in his ears:

"This feeling, haha! It's absolutely heavenly!"

Blue, yellow, pink... Whatever man, Just keep bringing me that!

(Blue, yellow, pink... it doesn't matter! Bring more, I want more!)

Lynn, right? You're a fucking amazing pharmacist, I love you to death!

With the poison removed, he felt as if he had been reborn. The pain that had tormented him for many years instantly left his body, making Santos want to cheer and sing loudly!

He even took advantage of Lynn's inattention to suddenly hug his head and kiss him hard on the forehead!

"You're a god, bro, you're fucking my god! Ha ha!"

He slapped Lynn hard on the shoulder, then dashed out of the makeshift tent like the wind, laughing and jumping in the street!

Then he crawled into a green tent next to him, dragging a guy who looked just as emaciated as him, as if he were about to meet Christ or Satan at any moment, and staggered to Lynn's side.

"Bro, this guy has the same symptoms as me. I think he might also need a bottle of that stuff I just drank!"

As he spoke, he reached into the man's pocket, pulled out a handful of loose bills, and stuffed them into Lynn's palm.

Well, the customer even proactively introduced new customers. What a considerate customer!

Lynn immediately took out another bottle of antidote and handed it to him.

Santos pulled out the stopper of the test tube and instinctively wanted to put it in his mouth.

At the last moment, he resisted the urge, gritted his teeth, and pulled the contents away from his mouth. Then he pried open his good friend's mouth and gulped it down his throat.

A few seconds later.

The young man, who was already on the verge of death and had white foam at the corners of his mouth, also vomited violently, vomiting black and green filthy stuff all over the ground.

Then he took a deep breath, gasped for air, and suddenly opened his eyes!

"Oh my god, what's going on, Santos? Am I in heaven? Why is my body suddenly free of pain?"

He greedily inhaled the cold Seattle air at the end of October. The side effects of the medication had affected his brain nerves, making it difficult for him to breathe. He hadn't breathed so freely in a long time.

"No, not heaven, this amazing guy gave you a potion he brewed himself!"

Santos patted his good friend on the shoulder with great joy and pointed at Lynn, laughing loudly.

"This guy is a culinary genius, you know? His medicine is a million times better than any enhancer or leaf I've ever taken!"

Lynn and Mike exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.

It turns out this guy actually turned his antidote into a new type of enhancer.

"Forget it, a good result is a good result. Let them misunderstand."

Seeing the message in front of me that gave me a +10% bonus to first aid and a +10 bonus to character experience, I felt somewhat numb and too lazy to argue with Santos.