Chapter 239: Medical disturbance?

Chapter 239: Medical disturbance?

What does a 25% recovery effect mean?

In his general store, the best recovery potion only had a 15% recovery effect for intermediate knights.

He sells it for 2000 copper coins, with a wholesale price of 1500 copper coins, earning only 500 copper coins per bottle.

And now, Charlotte brought him a recovery potion that can achieve a 25% recovery effect, and he tells him it's only 800 copper coins.

Isn't this rubbing it in the face of other sellers? It's simply unfair competition!

Charlotte was a physician, running the fifth Abyssal Clinic, not a potion maker who could disappear at any moment and run away. Therefore, his words were highly trustworthy.

The stamina potions with a 15% recovery effect had low sales in his general store due to the high price.

But with a 25% recovery effect stamina potion, selling for only 800 copper coins, it would undoubtedly be a game-changer in the stamina potion market.

An incredible recovery effect combined with an incredibly reasonable price would undoubtedly attract adventurers outside of magicians.

Spending a little money to have a backup might come in handy when encountering dangers in the wilderness.

As a businessman who had run the general store in the Abyss for over a hundred years, he was well aware of the kind of market this potion would bring.

"No side effects?" Harry confirmed.

"According to the current test results, no." Charlotte nodded.

Harry immediately put on a smile. "Doctor Charlotte, we've known each other for a long time. With such a great product, why don't you give some to me, your brother, to sell?"

"For a purchase price of 800 copper coins, if you're willing to sell, I can increase the production for you." Charlotte smiled.

"You're selling me bulk at retail price. Isn't that unfair?" Harry frowned, feeling a bit hesitant. "You should at least let me earn some pocket change."

"The success rate of this potion isn't high, and the cost of the ingredients isn't low. I'm selling it at this price to open up the market and make a modest profit." Charlotte shrugged.

"750 copper coins?" Harry tentatively suggested.

"Alright, let's settle it this way then. Based on our relationship, I'll take a loss if I have to. How many bottles are you planning to purchase for the first batch?" Charlotte pulled out a ledger.

Harry: "..."

You're such a pain, Charlotte!

"Let's start with fifty bottles," Harry thought angrily, but he had no choice but to agree.

"Fifty bottles, alright. I'll deliver them to you in three days. I'll take a deposit of twenty thousand copper coins," Charlotte tore off the completed order form and handed it to Harry.

Harry took the order form and glanced at it, then pulled out two gold coins and handed them to Charlotte. He then looked at another potion on the counter and asked, "What about this bottle?"

"It's an unexpectedly good potion that I brewed," Charlotte smirked.

Ten minutes later, Charlotte walked out of the general store with a large sack on his back, quickly walking away.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

He had already handed over ten bottles of potions to Harry and asked him to find ten consumers who had a demand for them, to conduct a broader test.

If the test results were good, he would have another potion with a wide market.

Back at the clinic, Charlotte immediately immersed himself in the extraction of insulin.

Charlotte first excluded the grease and alcohol.

There were five cups left, all containing fine white powder-like solids.

From the appearance, there was not much difference.

"Boss, are these the insulins you mentioned?" Vivian asked in surprise. These white powders didn't look like something that could cure and save lives.

"There must be insulin among them, but I currently do not know which one, nor am I sure if it is still active," Charlotte said, looking at the obtained powders, equally lost in thought.

How to determine which one is the insulin he needs has become his primary concern now.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, loud knocking sounds came from outside.

"Master, it seems someone is banging on the door." Kasha pushed open the door of the alchemy room, a bit nervous.

Charlotte also heard the intense knocking sound. The door shook as if it could be shattered at any moment.

"Don't come out, I'll go check." Charlotte's face became serious, and he already held a Level 5 rune in his hand, with the Judgment Sword ready to be drawn.

Judging from the knocking stance, it was probably not an ordinary patient seeking medical help.

Could it be that because he saved Louise in the morning, people from the Physicians Association were coming to cause trouble?

"Who is knocking on the door?" Charlotte approached the door, maintaining a safe distance of three meters, and asked loudly.

"It's me! Open the door! My husband's condition has worsened, you have to explain!" The knocking stopped, and a deep, husky woman's voice came through.

Upon hearing it, Charlotte knew it was the voice of the fierce woman, Mona.

With a slight hesitation, he still opened the door.

A shadow was cast at the entrance, and Mona, a muscular woman resembling a Buddha statue, stood at the door of the clinic, emanating an extremely powerful pressure.

Behind her were more than a dozen strong-looking orcs, all with unfriendly stares fixed on him.

Fat Tiger lay on a stretcher, already unconscious.

Compared to when he came a few days ago, he visibly lost a lot of weight, and the wound on his leg had worsened, with rotten flesh almost connecting as one, looking extremely miserable.

"A medical disturbance?" Charlotte felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He had never seen such a situation before.

"What's going on?" Charlotte asked, somewhat surprised. He thought Fat Tiger would control his diet after returning home and that his condition should improve to some extent.

Even if it didn't improve, it shouldn't have deteriorated so quickly.

"It's all because we listened to your words. After going back, he didn't eat any sugar, only some vegetables, and then drank the anesthetic potion you gave him. It's only been two days, and he looks like this.

When I tried to wake him up this morning, there was no response. I thought it was just the lingering effects of the potion. But as time went on, his breath became weaker and weaker. He's on the verge of death!"

Mona's eyes burned with anger, and her voice resounded like a lion's roar, causing Charlotte's eardrums to ache.

"Let me take a look." Charlotte squeezed past Mona but was stopped by an orc.

"I am a doctor. You brought the patient to me, and now you won't let me examine him. Do you think killing me out of anger will bring him back to life?" Charlotte turned to Mona and said.

"Step aside." Mona waved her hand, and the orc blocking Charlotte moved aside. She coldly said, "You better make sure he survives, or else I will make sure you accompany him in death!"