Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 323: Madam, I Just Need to Soak It a Bit—It’ll Still Work

Dark World, Nightfall City.

[Ding! You have learned the high-level potion formula "Sacred Exorcism Potion." You have gained 200 basic experience points.]

[Ding! You have learned the high-level potion formula "High-Efficiency Recovery Potion." You have gained 100 basic experience points.]

[Ding! You have learned the high-level potion formula "High-Efficiency Invisibility Potion." You have gained 100 basic experience points.]

[Ding! Your surgical skill has reached High-Level Proficiency!]

[Ding! You have learned the special Night Doctor skill "Quick Subdue," which allows you to rapidly use your fingers to stimulate the target's central nervous system in a short time, rendering them incapacitated!]

[Ding! Your knowledge of the physiology of flesh-and-blood creatures has increased.]

At this moment, in the spacious underground hall.

Lynn sat before a large pile of books, his brow furrowed as he stared intently at the professional reagent test tube placed in front of him. Squinting his eyes, he slowly dripped a small vial of golden liquid into the larger flask before him.

Drip—With the fall of that single drop, the potion in the flask immediately began to bubble and gurgle vigorously.

Lynn meticulously counted the time. After roughly eight seconds of reaction, he swiftly poured a large amount of powdered ingredients into the flask with a rustling sound.

Then, with a determined expression, before the reaction could progress further, he quickly poured the mixture into the medicinal cauldron in front of him, slammed the lid shut, took out a hammer, and nailed it firmly shut with a series of *dong dong dong* sounds.

"It looks like this time it's going to succeed!"

Lynn revealed a satisfied, cold smile.

But at the very moment he finished speaking...

BOOM—

An unimaginably massive explosion.

Even the towering spire above the underground hall trembled violently twice.

The two guards stationed outside the spire closed their eyes, showing no reaction whatsoever to the familiar sound of an explosion.

Because ever since a few days ago, when the Matriarch personally began instructing that young man codenamed "Good Doctor," similar explosions had become a daily occurrence throughout Nightfall City.

He kept exploding! He never stopped!!

[Ding! You failed to craft the Epic-grade potion "Self-Binding Angel's Mercy." You gained 1 proficiency point. Current proficiency: 199/200.]

[Ding! Congratulations! Your Explosion Resistance ability has increased to Intermediate Level!]

[Ding! Congratulations! You have obtained the stage achievement: Explosive Peace. You have gained 200 basic experience points.]

[Explosive Peace] Stage Achievement: Has a chance to be obtained when surviving over 20 large-scale explosions daily without being killed. This indicates the host has successfully taken a step forward on the path of damage resistance. Congratulations on obtaining the permanent buff: Explosion Resistance +1%, Constitution +5, Flesh Vitality +1, Happiness +5.

[Ding! The pleasure converted from pain by your special skill [In the Name of M] has reached a critical level. Please use it as soon as possible.]

Accompanied by the flood of system notifications ringing in his ears once more.

Amidst the billowing smoke, Lynn, with a small part of his body blown off, coughed and crawled up from the ground, covered in dust and grime.

He skillfully retrieved a recovery potion from behind a pillar, gulped it down with a *gulugulu* sound, and swiftly used Flesh Calamity to regenerate his wounds. Sitting cross-legged, he pondered:

"That's not right. I've blown up so many times already, I should have succeeded by now! Do I really have to max out the proficiency points to master crafting this potion?"

Lynn muttered to himself here.

In the distance.

The Inverted Angel, suspended upside down by sharp chains, kept her eyes closed. One "╬" after another kept popping up on her forehead, and her two pale hands clenched with a *crack crack* sound.

Furthermore, it was clearly noticeable that compared to a few days ago, her complexion had paled significantly, a pallid, bloodless kind of white.

Then she watched as the fellow who still hadn't been blown to pieces got up again and walked towards her.

"Godmother..."

"No!!"

Before Lynn could even finish his sentence, the Inverted Angel gritted her teeth and flatly refused in a loud voice.

"Matriarch, please rest assured!" Lynn said with a hopeful expression. "I swear this is absolutely the last time. Please, be merciful once more and give me a little more of your... liquid! I'll succeed very soon."

The Inverted Angel opened her eyes, filled with immense fury. Her chest heaved up and down with anger. If looks could kill, Lynn would have been dead countless times over by now.

"No! You've said that exact same thing countless times already!"

She was seething inside.

She deeply regretted her earlier decision to agree to personally instruct him.

She had clearly told him that only she could craft that Epic-grade potion, that it required numerous rounds of purification and various special techniques to complete.

But he just wouldn't listen!

Not listening was bad enough, but he kept insisting on trying.

Trying was also bad enough.

But the most crucial raw material for that potion wasn't some common herb found everywhere. That was her blood!!

At first, she had been quite generous, giving him a little, as being brave enough to try was indeed a good quality. But he couldn't get addicted to it! He'd fail and come asking for a little more, fail again and come asking for a little more. She was starting to feel like a juice extractor for this guy!

*Gnashing teeth sound!*

Lynn said hopefully and earnestly, "Matriarch, just one more drop! I swear!"

The Inverted Angel turned her head away angrily. "Impossible! Not a single drop left! Go find someone else if you want! Don't come to me!"

Lynn was in a predicament.

He also knew that constantly pestering his respected Angel Matriarch for... juice was indeed a shameful thing.

But since he had already conducted 199 attempts, with just one last experiment, he could learn how to make that potion through the System.

However, if the Matriarch refused to give any, he didn't have a good alternative.

Lynn was troubled.

And just as he was racking his brains for a strategy to beg the Matriarch for one more drop, he suddenly jolted, as if remembering something.

A gleam appeared in his eyes.

"Matriarch, then can I borrow something from you? Something you no longer need."

The Inverted Angel glanced at him warily. "What?"

Lynn adjusted his monocle and said hopefully, "A sanitary pad."

"…"

The entire hall instantly fell into a deathly silence.

Lynn said seriously:

"It's like this. Yesterday, while I was researching potions, I saw you discreetly discarding something, so I became suspicious. Then, observing your complexion, I made a quick calculation and took the opportunity to diagnose you. I found that indeed, these past few days... although I don't understand why you still have such a cycle, it was indeed a surprising discovery."

"So, Matriarch, if you don't mind, could you give me a few pieces? I can still use them if I soak them. This way, it wouldn't harm your body, and your student could use them for research. Wouldn't that kill two birds with one stone? Matriarch."

"…"

The surroundings remained dead silent.