Unable to repay my student loans, I had no choice but to work part-time as a demon hunter.

Gordon paced back and forth in the ward with his hands behind his back, a surge of emotion slowly rising within him.

effective.

My idea is correct.

The fate of all the patients in Lennem is finally about to be rewritten. The number of water monkeys in the Blackwater River will decrease, the unfortunate people will be able to return to their lives, and the roots of the Blackwater Hermitage will be completely uprooted.

John was also deeply moved.

How many tragedies could have been avoided if this treatment had been discovered earlier!

All of this is thanks to Gordon.

He and the other medical students looked at Gordon with deep respect.

They knew why Bert had improved, and they knew who had stepped forward from the chaos to be the first to take the matter seriously.

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The news quickly spread throughout Grey Oak Manor.

The first to know were those who were peeking out from the corridor, followed by those busy in the dispensary and kitchen. By the time the people who went out to buy supplies returned, the news they heard was already very brief.

A sailor who almost turned into a water monkey has grown human skin back on his body!

The medical students, who had endured two weeks of hardship, were invigorated, feeling that their days of relentless effort had not been in vain.

Gordon walked out the gate, and they were all talking excitedly in hushed tones in the courtyard.

There is no other reason.

This discovery will definitely be submitted as a paper to the Royal Society Journal.

Then their names will appear in such a masterpiece as part of the research team. Although they will be listed in a corner after Professor Winslow and Crimson Alchemist Gordon, it will be enough for them to boast about for the rest of their lives!

"Margaret, open a bottle of wine," Winslow instructed the housekeeper.

"Is the drug about to be released to the market?" John wondered. "The price is very reasonable, making it affordable for the poor..."

"Ahem." Gordon didn't interrupt them. "It's too early to talk about victory."

Everyone's attention turned to him.

They were all waiting for Gordon, the core inventor, to announce, "We won!", but Gordon remained very restrained.

"This is just one case," Gordon nodded. "A person's recovery could be due to luck, or it could be divine grace!"

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"We all saw it with our own eyes, how can that not be considered evidence of the drug's effectiveness?" John asked, puzzled.

"The problem now is proving that the effect truly comes from the medication. We can't rule out possibilities such as the conservative treatments of sunbathing and clean water working today. Or perhaps Bert's wife was praying in church for St. Joshua to appear, and then St. Joshua really did break the curse of the Fishing King and save Bert this afternoon."

John opened his mouth.

"For example, he himself had a strong enough willpower. Although the medication was ineffective, he overcame the disease by relying on his willpower to go home. In this idealistic world, anything can happen," Gordon said seriously.

"Then what do we do?" John felt a mix of laughter and tears.

"Academic work must be rigorous," Gordon said, raising his finger. "We'll divide patients into groups and administer the Blackwater Syndrome Special Drug and a placebo that looks the same but has no effect. Not only will the patients not know what they're drinking, but we, the ones administering the medication, won't know either. We'll use the most rigorous statistical models to ensure that it is indeed the Blackwater Special Drug that is effective, eliminating any extremely low probability events or supernatural factors."

As the leader of the Winslow school, Gordon aims to combine double-blind testing with a pragmatic approach to make everything perfect.

"Hiss..." John heard it for the first time, found it novel, and found it very reasonable.

"In short!" Gordon nodded vigorously, "We need to eliminate all error terms until the paper only contains irrefutable efficacy and data."

Winslow, standing nearby, nodded in agreement upon hearing Gordon's words.

Gordon not only proposed a promising treatment, but also knew how to turn the answer into truth.

This therapy clearly has its unique features. In an era where healing relied on deception and efficacy was often touted as a cure, it truly needed solid data measurement and comparative testing to withstand the criticism of the Royal Society's reviewers.

Once rigorously tested, even the most discerning person cannot dismiss it as a coincidence.

Gordon then made arrangements, assigning the research workers to different tasks.

Some people were responsible for breaking down cases and designing patient groups, some were responsible for replenishing supplies to ensure that the effective drug production reached 200 doses, and some were responsible for supervising the wards and recording patient data.

It is currently unknown whether the special drug will have any rebound effect, or whether the patient will have any additional sequelae. These are all things that need to be considered and require a lot of attention.

It makes everyone feel involved.

"Looks like tonight is just the beginning," John sighed.

"No, tonight is still worth celebrating." Gordon nodded. "We've found hope."

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The atmosphere in the courtyard was still quite relaxed in the evening.

They moved several long tables out of the professor's house, ready to have a big meal.

The tension from the daytime has finally dissipated. Although rigorous testing is still needed to ensure the conclusions are solid, they all believe they are on the right track.

Previously, Gordon had been controlling them remotely through letters, and they found him mysterious and unpredictable. Now that they could see Gordon's charisma in person, they couldn't help but talk about it with great interest and admiration.

Students who are able to enroll at the Royal Academy of Sciences are either from wealthy families or exceptionally talented, so they are somewhat ambitious.

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However, even the proudest person cannot compare to Gordon.

"So this is the famous Gordon..."

"She looks so young..."

"Successful in career..."

Gordon sat next to Professor Winslow, close to Vera, ready to have a big meal, with wine in front of each of them.

Everyone present knew that what they were swallowing tonight was not just alcohol, but also a catalyst for their academic ambitions. These medical students, whose futures were already uncertain, were now truly connected to a major event.

At this moment, they looked at Gordon with great anticipation, hoping that he would propose some new projects.

Gordon noticed their enthusiasm and felt that after finishing this task, he would assign everyone to find a kind of magical mold that could instantly kill bacteria, which was a truly low-probability event.

Professor Winslow raised his glass, tapped it, and began his address.

"Today, although we cannot announce the success of a magic bullet or treatment, we have proven that alienation can be reversed, and hope still lies in humanity's hands."

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"Oh!"

"marvelous!"

"This is a major milestone for the Winslow School to date," Winslow continued. "This therapy consists of different technical approaches, and we thank Eve Grant for providing the ideas of light-phase spiritual crystals and modified precipitates, John Seymour for the case studies, scholars from home and abroad for their help, Principal Hamilton, and everyone who participated in this project. Of course, the person we should thank most is the originator of this idea, Gordon Vic!"

"May Mr. Vic live to be a hundred!"

"Glory to Gordon Vick!" Everyone raised their glasses to him.

"Ahem, my buddy." Gordon raised his glass. "First, let's toast to Mr. Bert, who is still in the hospital. He has withstood our crazy treatment with incredible willpower. It's unbelievable."

Everyone nodded.

Without the participants, they would not have been able to obtain such valuable medical data.

"If the next phase, the rigorous review proposed by Gordon, is also successful, this will be the first time we have changed the face of medicine in the Empire, changing the face of a supernatural disease that was once considered incurable," Winslow raised his glass. "Let us continue to strive for the well-being of the world!"

Everyone couldn't help but applaud sincerely.

Gordon then mentally calculated his grand money-making scheme.

Since the Fishing King might not live much longer and the Blackwater River is being cleaned up, this is a saturated market. Gordon plans to sell it all at once and realize the profits while the whole city is focused on this matter.

There are approximately 4 to 10 patients with severe to moderate symptoms of Blackwater Syndrome, primarily members of the Blackwater Hermitage.

There are more mild cases because many people in the city have been in contact with the Blackwater River, and the total number of infected people may be around 30.

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The larger potential buyers are the ordinary citizens and aristocrats who are anxious or paranoid and want to take medication for peace of mind; there are countless such people.

This is a huge market.

Overall, the total value of the four pharmaceutical patents—descaling essence, descaling oral liquid, black water purifier, and high-level recovery agent—is approximately…

Around 6000 gold pounds.

Once the efficacy of the drug is verified, the pharmaceutical manufacturer that takes over will accept the price.

During the meal, Winslow nodded to Gordon, and seeing his ruddy complexion, he knew that Winslow seemed to have converted human welfare into money.

"Once your papers and patents pass examination, your path to the Royal Society will be opened," Winslow explained.

"The Royal Society!"

"Yes, the president is... a man I greatly respect, Sir Elijah Morgenstein, the founder of modern natural science."

Elijah Morgenstan invented the steam engine almost from scratch nearly 60 years ago, injecting new energy into the Logris Empire, which had been crippled by the New Albion Rebellion.

The coal and iron of Logris Island came into play, leading to the invention of the train. Steamships no longer depended on the wind, and a once weary empire rose again with the help of the power of steam.

For this reason, Morgenstern is widely regarded as the academic founder of the empire, an academic giant who is still alive!

Once Gordon's masterful healing process is complete, Gordon will become a member of the Royal Society, a true scholar, and join the academic world that Winslow hoped he would enter, truly embarking on the path of continuously deciphering the world and understanding the truth.

"Very good, very good." Gordon couldn't help but bring up an important matter with Winslow, "Professor, there's one more thing I need to tell you. I've got my hands on the Hound."

Hound!

Winslow looked at Gordon in surprise.

It actually ended up in Gordon's hands.

Twenty years ago, Winslow left Lernim on that very ship, heading to the four oceans. Back then, he was jet-black-haired and full of ambition, firmly believing that as long as the ship sailed far enough, he would be able to see the mythical creatures described in the book through his telescope.

"...Come with me after dinner." Winslow nodded. "I'll show you something good."

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