I'm a proper student; I only take nine kinds of potions every day.

After seeing the reversal effect on the panel, Ivan got up from the bed.

He clenched his fists.

Previously shriveled and collapsed blood vessels bulged up one by one as they were filled with surging blood, spreading from the back of the hand all the way to the forearm, with blue veins twisting and turning under the pale skin.

He could feel his heart pumping power into his limbs with each heartbeat; the feeling was solid, full, and burning.

He finally grasped the edge of the extraordinary.

"They only mentioned strengthening the body and self-healing abilities, but didn't mention bloodsucking or fear of sunlight?"

He stared at the words "Basic Vampire Species" on the panel, his pupils slightly contracting.

"Does this mean I'll be able to become the ultimate being capable of overcoming sunlight?"

Excitement surged up from my chest like a fire, but then a bucket of cold water was poured over it.

"Combining these two potions and their extraordinary properties, plus Professor Pulis's habits—his skin can't be exposed to sunlight, he always wears a hooded trench coat, and he walks silently…"

"It's almost certain that this person is a vampire."

Ivan's lips pressed into a thin line.

"The noble vampires who can openly conduct potion experiments at the Sage's University are not someone a mere ant like me, who has only just begun to understand the basics, can contend with."

This thought instantly dampened his excitement by more than half.

He stood up from the bedside, his gaze suddenly becoming alert, and began to quickly scan every corner of the room.

Desktop, chair, wardrobe, floor, walls, windows.

His gaze lingered on the window.

The old gray curtains were drawn tightly, just as they had been before he went to bed.

But the window frame behind the curtains is wrong.

Ivan never cleans the windows.

Everything in the apartment was covered in a layer of dust, especially the window frames, because he almost never opened that window.

But at this moment, the dust on the window hinges has fallen off.

The mark was so subtle that it would go unnoticed unless you looked closely.

But it was there, like a silent signature, telling him that someone had opened the window while he was asleep.

"I see."

A cold glint flashed in Evan's eyes.

"Pris has been here."

"They're probably here to check on my physical condition after I took both medications together."

He paused for a moment, pondering in his mind.

"It shouldn't just be about looking."

He turned on the kerosene lamp and adjusted the wick to its maximum setting.

The warm yellow light expanded in the room, illuminating every corner.

Ivan stretched his arm in front of the light, turning it around to carefully examine every inch of his skin.

The fourfold focus proved its greatest value at this moment.

His gaze was like a high-powered microscope, sweeping over his wrists, forearms, and elbows, leaving no pore unchecked.

Then he saw it.

On the inside of the elbow, among the old needle marks left from previous blood donations, lies an extremely tiny new needle mark.

The needle prick was so small it was almost invisible, with no bruising or swelling around it, and the angle of insertion was so precise it looked like it had been measured with a ruler.

It blends in among those rough, old needle holes, like a grain of sand hidden on a beach, perfectly concealing itself.

Without the triple focus provided by phenobarbital, he would never have noticed this detail.

"They took my blood."

A flicker of shock crossed Ivan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"For such an important person to personally come to this run-down place to have his blood drawn, it seems he values ​​me quite a bit."

He sat back in his chair, his fingers unconsciously rubbing the almost non-existent needle mark on the back of his elbow, his mind racing.

"That's true. Others experienced severe side effects from the medication; the severe anemia alone was enough to kill one or two of them."

"But I'm not only fine, I'm also perfectly healthy and active."

"In other words, at this stage, I am of great value to him."

"He still couldn't bear to kill me or eat me."

A slight tension rose from the base of his spine, but he quickly suppressed it.

"We need to be cautious about how the medication works afterward."

"I can't be sure if a superhuman is watching me from the shadows, nor can I be sure how wide their sensory range is."

"There's no need to expose Professor Price, nor is there any need to be afraid."

"Keep playing dumb, keep eating potions."

"Anyway, I have the control panel, so I'm not afraid he'll tamper with the medicine."

"Also, I need to expand my network."

"With vampires this rampant, I wonder if there are any legitimate, official supernatural organizations in this world."

He memorized these plans and precautions one by one, then looked back at the attribute panel.

At this moment, Evan can be considered a complete and normal person.

Occupation: None

Position: None

【Trait: Base lifesteal 2%】

[Physical Fitness: 0.903]

【Spirit: 1.004】

[Vision: 0]

[Talent: Power of Nine Dragons]

In addition to the basic panel, there are two more sub-panels.

[Special Skills Panel]

[Self-Healing Ability: 108%] (Three-round potion +6% / Extraordinary Trait +2%)

[Blood Quality: 104%] (Blood Potion +2% / Extraordinary Trait +2%)

Status Panel

Syphilis: 46%

[Pneumonia: 9%]

Liver damage: 41%

[Peptic ulcers: 10%]

[Brain nerve damage: 15%]

[Mercury pill: Digestion in progress, syphilis rash slowly subsiding, 2 hours remaining.]

[Night Demon Potion: Digesting, Constitution +0.2, 3 hours remaining.]

[Blood Potion: Digesting, Constitution +0.1, 3 hours remaining.]

[Blood Wine Enhancement: The specially prepared blood wine is nourishing your body. Lasts for 3 hours.]

[Phenobarbital: In effect, concentration improved by 300%, 4 hours remaining.]

Ivan's gaze first fell on the blood wine.

"The effects of the Blood Potion follow the same curve as normal medicines; they are not stable or continuous. The effects are very strong at the beginning, but they become less effective towards the end."

"The effects of the blood wine last for three hours. I have almost no urge to exercise, only a comfortable warmth remains."

Then my eyes scanned the entire panel.

Looking at the detailed panel, Ivan felt a sense of reassurance.

"The more detailed the better. This way, I can accurately grasp every state of my body and avoid any unexpected situations."

He was extremely satisfied with the Kowloon panel.

"Gastrointestinal ulcers and brain nerve damage can be slowly repaired by taking mercury pills; there's no rush."

"Pneumonia can be treated with aspirin."

"The main problems now are syphilis and liver damage."

Syphilis accounts for 46% of cases, and liver damage accounts for 41%.

The troublesome one is syphilis.

It's just a rash now, but if left untreated, wart-like growths could appear near his brother's skin.

"I recall that at this stage, arsphenamine, an effective treatment for syphilis, seems to have reached the clinical trial stage..."

"Let's see if there's an opportunity to participate in drug trials!"

Evan pondered, his gaze sweeping over the row of medicine bottles on the table.

There are 20 aspirin tablets left.

There are six phenobarbital tablets left.

It's enough to last for three or four days.

There are sixteen mercury pills left.

These things cost three cents a piece, and he bought twenty of them in one go, spending a total of sixty cents.

"We need to get more medicine."

He turned around, squatted down in front of the wardrobe, pulled open the bottom hidden compartment, and took out a worn-out biscuit tin.

The words "Unida Biscuits" on the box lid have been worn away to the point of being just a ghostly shadow.

He opened the box, inside were a pile of loose coins and a few crumpled small-denomination banknotes.

Count them one by one, calculate them one by one.

Add to the thirty-two cents I earned at the dock last night.

Four dollars and sixty-two cents.

This is all his possessions.

"We need to raise some more money."

Evan poured the change onto the table and started counting on his fingers.

His four times the focus made his mind work incredibly fast, and he was accurate down to the cent for every expense.

"The monthly property tax for the 10th is 1.8 yuan."

"The water bill for number eight is fifty cents."

"The kerosene is almost gone, let's buy another can, one dollar."

"The notebooks and ink are almost gone, about eighty cents."

"Now that the body is expending more energy, to maintain stable growth, the food cost needs to be increased from fifteen cents to forty cents per day."

"We've run out of brown sugar. I'll buy two pounds for ten cents."

……

He tapped his fingers on the table, adding all the numbers together.

The calculation was completed in three minutes.

"The minimum spending requirement this month is twenty dollars."

Four dollars and sixty cents minus twenty dollars.

The gap is $15 or more.

A skilled worker's weekly wage.

"Looks like we need to hurry up and find a new clinical trial contract."

A fire burned in Evan's eyes.

He put the change back into the tin box and hid it in a secret compartment of the wardrobe.

Then he took out his textbook from his bag, spread it on the table, and began to study, utilizing his remaining high concentration.

The pen nib scratched across the paper, the kerosene lamp flickered quietly, and the sky through the gap in the curtains changed from pitch black to deep blue.

Then it changed from deep blue to grayish-white, and finally to the cool, pale gold unique to early winter mornings.

At seven o'clock in the morning, that unparalleled sense of focus would subside precisely on time.

Like the tide, it comes and goes precisely.

Ivan put down his pen and stretched his wrist, which had become sore from writing.

The mercury pill, the Night Demon potion, and the Blood potion have all been digested, and the three progress bars on the panel have been cleared simultaneously.

He glanced down at his arm.

The syphilis rash did indeed show significant signs of fading.

The previously continuous copper-red patches began to blur and disintegrate at the edges, and the color changed from a shocking dark red to a light pink.

After the potion was fully digested, his physique increased by another 0.1.

1.003.

Finally, we've returned to the baseline of normal people.