What does a 25% recovery effect an?
In his general store, the best recovery potion only had a 15% recovery effect for interdiate 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 mont 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 ga-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 co 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 confird.
"According to the current test results, no." Charlotte nodded.
Harry imdiately put on a smile. "Doctor Charlotte, we've known each other for a long ti. With such a great product, why don't you give so to , 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 bulk at retail price. Isn't that unfair?" Harry frowned, feeling a bit hesitant. "You should at least let earn so 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.
He had already handed over ten bottles of potions to Harry and asked him to find ten consurs 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 imdiately imrsed himself in the extraction of insulin.
First, he distilled the knife alcohol to obtain a higher purity ethanol solution and then prepared it into 70% acidic ethanol.
Yesterday, Charlotte bought a lot of materials at the market in Calva. With the help of the thods provided by the system and the little chemistry knowledge left in his mind, he managed to prepare the crucial solution for insulin extraction.
"Boss, are you brewing alcohol?"
Vivian, standing at the side, watched and couldn't help but ask curiously.
The air in the alchemy room was too intoxicating; her face had turned red.
"I'm extracting alcohol from low-quality yet highly concentrated liquor," Charlotte took out the frozen beef pancreas and placed it in a large iron can. He took a chef's knife, slightly bent the blade at an angle, and started rotating it in the can.
The two frozen beef pancreases were quickly crushed into a slushy mass.
Frowning, Vivian retreated to the side and pinched her nose.
It was too disgusting for her; she couldn't bear to look.
Charlotte weighed the slushy mass of the beef pancreas and then added twice the amount of acidic ethanol solution. After stirring thoroughly, he filtered the mixture through a pressure filter.
What was obtained was the semi-finished insulin dissolved in the acidic ethanol solution.
Charlotte had obtained about ten liters of the solution.
He divided these solutions into ten portions, took one placed it in the middle of the table, and looked at Vivian, who was hiding in the corner. "Now, it's up to you."
"Tell , what do you want to do?" Vivian returned to the table.
"I need you to carefully sense the substances in this cup and separate them: fats, alcohol, pure water... Everything in this cup, separate them into these cups. You must be careful in the process and not destroy the structure of those substances. Otherwise, the insulin will be ineffective," Charlotte made his request.
Even the system would exclaim at this request.
But for an interdiate water mage, it was not an impossible task.
The system had provided him with a complete set of insulin extraction thods. However, the subsequent steps involved too many chemical reagents, specific concentrations, and acid-base levels. Just dealing with those materials alone would probably take him several years.
However, this was the magical world, and scientific problems that could be solved with magic were naturally faster to solve using magic.
Mages needed to sense magical elents and control them to use different spells to guide their magic.
Vivian is a water mage with a great affinity for the water elent. She can manipulate water elents to clean and freeze them into attacking ice cones.
Extracting the purest form of water elent from a glass of water is an elentary course for a water mage like her, and it poses no difficulty.
With her deep sensitivity to water elents, she can easily distinguish various substances mixed within the water elents and manipulate them to separate and classify them.
Vivian stood in front of the cloudy liquid and closed her eyes.
In the next second, the water in the glass started swirling, as if boiling.
The white grease was the first to be separated and fell into the first cup.
Next ca alcohol, different proteins, alcohol...
One minute later, Vivian opened her eyes.
Only about half a cup of pure water remained in the cup.
The other cups contained the separated substances.
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 ntioned?" Vivian asked in surprise. These white powders didn't look like sothing 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 beco his primary concern now.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Suddenly, loud knocking sounds ca from outside.
"Master, it seems soone 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 mont.
"Don't co out, I'll go check." Charlotte's face beca serious, and he already held a Level 5 rune in his hand, with the Judgnt Sword ready to be drawn.
Judging from the knocking stance, it was probably not an ordinary patient seeking dical 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 ters, and asked loudly.
"It's ! Open the door! My husband's condition has worsened, you have to explain!" The knocking stopped, and a deep, husky woman's voice ca 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 extrely 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 ca 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 extrely miserable.
"A dical disturbance?" Charlotte felt a sinking feeling in his heart. He had never seen such a situation before.
"What's going on?" Charlotte asked, sowhat surprised. He thought Fat Tiger would control his diet after returning ho and that his condition should improve to so 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 so 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 ti went on, his breath beca 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 take a look." Charlotte squeezed past Mona but was stopped by an orc.
"I am a doctor. You brought the patient to , and now you won't let examine him. Do you think killing 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!"
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