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

A short while later, Lynn came out of the tent with a bottle of green solution in his hand.

In fact, one refining yields three bottles of antidote, and he hid the remaining two in his pocket.

"Quick, force-feed it to Bob!"

He strode over to the dark-skinned boy's side, where someone had already placed him on their lap, tilted his head back, and pried open his mouth.

"Is everything alright? It's not poisonous, is it?"

Among the homeless people watching nearby, someone muttered to themselves.

"Since he's already been poisoned, what are we going to do with him? We can't possibly poison him again, can we?"

Someone countered his statement.

Lynn ignored all of that and instead popped the stopper off the bottle, pouring the green solution inside into Bob's mouth.

"..."

Mike stared at Lynn with a skeptical look, then turned to look at Bob, who had fallen into a coma and was occasionally twitching.

"It should be fine, it should be..."

Lynn didn't know how long it would take for the effects to take effect; in the game it was instantaneous, but in real life...

"Ugh, ugh!"

In less than five seconds, Bob, who was almost lifeless, struggled to sit up and began to vomit profusely.

The ground was covered in filth and reeked of foul odors, but his spirits had visibly recovered.

"Damn it, how much junk have you been eating?"

The people around him were so bothered by the smell that they kept swatting their noses and backed away.

But the way he looked at Lynn grew brighter and brighter!

"Wow! We've got an awesome pharmacist among us!"

The young man with messy blond hair was the first to react, looking at Lynn's surprised face with admiration.

The latter is currently looking at the feedback information provided by the system.

[You have successfully treated the poisoned orc. First Aid +10%, Character Experience +10!]

Before he could even laugh, Mike slapped him hard on the shoulder.

"You actually know how to make medicine? That's amazing! And you even made an antidote from poison! Are you using poison to fight poison?"

The members of the Fountain Gang nearby looked at Lynn with admiration, and he felt like a movie star who had met a die-hard fan.

"Hey buddy, thanks, thanks..."

"You saved my life, so from now on your business is my business. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything!"

Bob regained consciousness shortly afterward.

He wiped the grime from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and patted Lynn's chest gratefully.

After finally managing to deal with everyone's praise and gratitude, he returned to a corner and opened his character panel.

Class: Warlock, Level 1, Talents: Not Selected

Stamina: 3/3

Intelligence: 3/4

Spirit: 3/5

Agility: 1/2

Strength: 1/2

HP: 30/30

Magic: 30/40

Experience points: 42/100

Skills: Excellent Eloquence (Level 1, 10%), Weakness Curse (Level 1), First Aid Lv1 (10%)

Craftable Item: Antidote

Status: Weakly revived, moderately hungry

"Hey, I've gained another 10 experience points! I wonder if I'll be able to gain talents or skills like in the game after leveling up?"

Lynn was full of anticipation for this.

……

Because he had saved someone, the Fountain Gang gave him an even warmer welcome than before.

Not only were bread and cola offered to him, but Old John also said he could get a 9% discount on medicine from him in the future.

"That's a pretty good start... isn't it?"

After finally having eaten and drunk his fill, Lynn said goodbye to the group of friendly street people and returned to the tent with Mike.

"Why not stay there?"

On the way back, Lynn asked curiously.

"They are all Christians, but I believe in Satan."

Mike thought for a moment, hesitated for a second, and finally spoke.

"Although we have a good relationship, we ultimately have different beliefs, and living there for a long time would cause some trouble."

"I see……"

Lynn had no religious inclinations. He was an atheist at the University of Tokyo, so he didn't care whether others believed in Christ or Satan; to him, it was just a "role setting."

"Go to sleep. We'll check the food bank again tomorrow morning to see if it's reopened. By the way, bro, you actually have the ability to make medicine. You were really keeping a low profile before. You've been able to live well on the streets just by doing that."

Lynn chased everyone out of the tent while he was making the antidote, so none of them saw how he made it.

But that didn't stop Mike from looking at him differently.

On the streets of America, getting poisoned is more common than drinking water. Having a good friend who knows how to make an antidote is like having an extra life.

Lynn said goodnight to him and went to sleep in the tent she had seen when she woke up.

As soon as he lay down, a wave of exhaustion washed over him, and his eyelids felt like they were filled with lead. He fell into a deep sleep in less than five seconds.

……

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

"Splash splash splash..."

After an unknown amount of time, it suddenly started raining outside the tent, and the rain gradually intensified from a light drizzle.

October in Seattle is already very cold; this feels more like ice than water.

The tent wasn't leaking, but a lot of rainwater seeped into the ground, and Lynn, who hadn't laid out a moisture-proof mat, woke up from the cold in no time.

"Damn it, isn't there a moisture-proof sheet here? I just fell asleep!"

He complained bitterly, then quickly sat up and hurriedly used the plastic bags and cardboard that had been piled up in the tent to cushion his body.

Just as I was about to go out and ask Mike if he had any sleeping mats, I suddenly heard a loud screeching sound of brakes from the side!

"What happened?"

Lynn had just turned his head to see who it was.

"bump!"

Suddenly, he was struck squarely on the head with a stick, and blood immediately flowed down his forehead, smearing his face!

"what!"

Lynn let out a scream and then saw a huge black man, as strong as a bull and looking somewhat mentally unstable, raising a metal baseball bat and smashing it down on his head!

"Holy crap, what's going on?!"

In a moment of desperation, he rolled over and narrowly avoided the baseball bat.

The metal baseball bat slammed into the ground with a loud, crisp sound, cracking the concrete with a fissure the size of a palm!

Lynn felt that if that blow had landed squarely, his head would have exploded!

"No, hey, hey buddy, what are you doing? We've never wronged each other!"

Lynn was terrified when a two-meter-tall, bull-like black man wielding a metal baseball bat chased him!

He quickly backed away, not knowing why the other person was treating him this way.

"Damn white pig, if it weren't for you saving that black kid, I could have sold his corpse to a pharmaceutical company and made a fortune! His constitution was special; he was the subject of my hard-won, latest experimental heart disease drug!"

The burly black man was enraged and slammed his metal baseball bat down again, shattering the raindrops falling from the sky.

"If he dies from the side effects of this drug, I can sell his body for at least $2000! $2000, you white pig!"

Lynn then realized, somewhat bewildered, that the kid named Bob wasn't suffering from food poisoning, but rather being targeted!

Perhaps during that free medical check-up, they discovered he had a heart problem, and the black bull thought of giving him some new medication to treat this type of heart disease to see if there were any side effects.

Unexpectedly, after following him all the way, he discovered that he had actually experienced severe side effects from the medication!

Seeing that he was about to die, I could have sold his body for a good price, but this guy saved him instead!

Deaths caused by the side effects of a new drug are data that major pharmaceutical companies are most eager to collect; they are very valuable!

I've cut off this big, dark-skinned man's source of income!