There seemed to be no danger, except that my head seemed to be in deep thought, which took up some of my energy.
Ivan calmed down and observed, staring warily at the slightly flashing light film in front of him, a familiar feeling.
This should be a projected light curtain.
The light curtain was searching for and adapting to something. After a minute or two, the changing light curtain froze in his field of vision, and his head began to relax.
"this--"
Looking at something so close at hand, Ivan couldn't help but think of a widely circulated saying, "My son has the potential to be an emperor. Bah, it's me who has the potential to be a top student."
"Keep a low profile!"
He muttered softly, forcing himself to calm down.
[Pharmacy: lv0(1/10)]
Just a simple line of text, no other information.
It's really too obvious.
Isn't it just the panel in the game?
Thinking about the changes just now, he felt that it might not be related to the game. The appearance of the panel might just be a change to a mode that he could easily understand. In any case, it should be a good thing.
"That's not right. I also know body building, boxing, swordsmanship, horsemanship, axemanship, and archery. Why is it not displayed?"
Ivan immediately thought of the reason. He probably needed to practice again from now on. Glancing at his injured arm, he gave up the idea of going out to practice swordplay and archery.
"Close the panel."
He tried to give an order, and the light film disappeared.
The light film was summoned out by him the next second.
I tried again without making any sound and giving commands with my mind, and it worked.
Unfortunately, the panel was too monotonous, so he turned his attention back to the medicine book.
"It seems that I can't do it with one knife. This will drive my obsessive compulsive disorder to death."
Until late at night, the experience bar did not move, which made him feel uncomfortable, but he just didn't have enough energy and had to go to bed first.
A new day.
Ivan felt refreshed. In just one night, his injuries had healed a lot and most of the physical discomfort had disappeared.
The door opened with a slight creaking sound.
Padge was tidying up a potted tree not far away. She put down the scissors when she heard the noise.
"Good morning, Brother Ivan, can't you sleep a little longer?"
"Morning, Padge. I slept well last night."
"Are you feeling better?"
"Thanks to old Mr. Orr, I'm much better now. The injury will be healed in two or three days."
Facing his sister's concerned gaze, he gave a relaxed answer, but he actually had no idea what the answer was.
He could see that Padget was waiting not far from the door on purpose, just to know his condition as soon as possible.
Sure enough, after hearing his words, Paige breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "I asked Ms. Kathy to prepare breakfast. Brother Ivan should come over quickly after washing up."
Ivan nodded slightly.
Padge walked quickly towards the restaurant. When she turned the corner, she couldn't help but add, "Please don't drag your feet. The food will lose its temperature and taste bad."
"I'll do it as soon as possible."
Ivan nodded again, and rolled his eyes as he watched his sister leave with satisfaction.
This predecessor is unreliable enough.
The Marichatons were nobles for three generations. His great-grandfather was a baron, but later lost his title for some reason. Unlike ordinary civilians, the family had always maintained the habit of having three meals a day and occasional afternoon tea and supper, but the food was not as exquisite and luxurious as that of the nobles.
Today was different, his breakfast was special and richer than usual, with bread, smoked fish, eggs, milk, honey and jam cakes.
Sean looked at him frequently, but due to Padget's majesty, he didn't dare to ask for anything.
Ivan saw this and found it a little funny, then started eating without any hesitation.
The jam cake is sour and sweet, and the smoked fish has a unique woody aroma.
"Ms. Kathy, the food is delicious."
"Thank you for the compliment, but don't expect the same breakfast tomorrow. Miss Padget specifically ordered it today."
Aunt Kathy was a hired hand in the family. She was busy doing odd jobs at the moment. When she heard Ivan's words, she smiled and then emphasized one sentence.
Ivan couldn't help but glance at his sister.
Padge said with a little caution, "Dad only left us money for daily expenses. We can't buy anything else."
"I know, I'm glad you arranged it this way."
After hearing her words, Ivan gave up asking about the medical expenses and decided to wait until his father came back.
It seems that the impression left by the predecessor is a bit bad, and I can only slowly change the views of a few people.
Padge felt that the atmosphere at the dinner table was a little tense, so she asked, "Brother Ivan, have you started learning the breathing method? I might need to prepare more food for you."
The knight practices a breathing method that can extract the vital energy, which greatly increases the consumption in the body, so he needs to eat more food every day.
Ivan said: "We need to wait until the injury is healed."
Generally speaking, one can practice the Knight's Breathing Method when he is 13 years old, but his father obviously did not intend to teach him the family breathing method and wanted him to study in a swordsmanship hall. The predecessor was unwilling and kept delaying.
Now Ivan has other ideas.
Paji said seriously: "Study hard, I will prepare food for you."
"Um."
Ivan didn't refuse.
At this moment, Sean suddenly raised his head and looked at Ivan blankly.
His actions attracted the attention of the brother and sister.
Sean showed an ugly smile on his face and said, "I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear, Brother Ivan?"
Paige, who knew his character well, knew that this was Sean's attitude after he got into trouble.
Padji said, "Tell me, what bad thing have you done again?"
Sean moved his butt forward half an inch, ready to run away. He said, "Before my father left, he asked me to tell Ivan that he had asked that bad-tempered old man to go to the clinic the next day to learn how to be a pharmacist from him."
Padge immediately understood that her brother was four days late in conveying the message, causing him to miss an important opportunity.
"Holy Mother." She widened her eyes and shouted, "Sean, look at what you have done."
"I just forgot."
Just as Padget was about to take action, Sean had already dodged behind a chair.
On the other side of the table, Ivan's face darkened. This naughty kid was really going to do something bad.
No wonder Old Orr was so aggressive yesterday!
He just had the ability of the light film and was thinking about how to study at the medical clinic to further explore his abilities, but he found out that his brother was backstabbing him.
Thinking of the pain he suffered yesterday, he blocked the exit with one step, looked at his brother and asked seriously:
"Sean, do you know what 'Iron Fist of Love' is?"
…
Two days passed.
Early in the morning, Ivan arrived at the end of the street and found the door of the clinic closed.
'Bat Gazing'
This is probably what the name of the clinic means. No, it should be "Eyes of the Bat".
He noticed the wooden plaque on the clinic. It was written in ancient Vandani with a strange name that somehow fit Old Orr very well.
Huh?
He noticed something and muttered "student tyrant" in his heart without showing any emotion.
[Pharmacy: lv0(3/10)]
[Linguistics: lv0(1/10)]
The panel he named "Student Master" appeared, with an additional subject on it. He stared at it with some confusion.
In the past two days, he had tried swordplay and archery, and while he should have mastered the skills and had a solid foundation, he failed to cause changes in the panel, whereas today, without any intention, a new discipline had appeared.
Could it be that it depends on the potential of the subject, and those with shallow potential are not worthy of admission?
"You're so late, and you still want me to come and invite you."
At this time, Old Al came out from the corner at the end of the street with a sullen face.
Ivan silently said "close" and the light film disappeared.
He had shown it in front of his younger sister, brother and Aunt Kaixi before. No one else could see his academic master panel. The light film should only exist in his own field of vision.
"Morning, Mr. Orr, I feel like I'm almost healed."
He owed the other party medical bills and didn't care about old Al's attitude.
Due to the mistake of the naughty kid Sean, there is another problem between the two sides, but he is not going to explain anything. Because Old Orr is famous for his strange temper, it is not that no one has wanted to become his apprentice over the years, but no one has succeeded. There must be a reason for this.
His idea was to do some odd jobs first and see how the situation developed before making any decisions.
Hearing his words, Old Orr shifted his attention to the patient's condition and quickly opened the door of the clinic.
"It's still a long way to go. The hardest thing about toxins is to eradicate them. What are you standing there for? Come here and let me take a look."
Inside the clinic, Ivan nervously stretched out his arm, unwrapped the cloth, and revealed the scabbed wound. The original purple-brown bump had disappeared, replaced by a slight redness and swelling. There were a few dark spots in the middle of the large redness and swelling.
The dark patches confirmed what Old Orr had said, there was still a small amount of toxin remaining.
"Pah."
Without warning, a heavy punch hit my arm, right at the wound. You can imagine how painful it felt.
Ivan stared at him with wide eyes.
"It has to be broken up first so it can be squeezed out easily."
Old Orr ignored his gaze, applied medicated oil first, then skillfully poked a few small holes, squeezed out the poisonous blood, cleaned, applied ointment, and bandaged the wound, completing everything smoothly.
After bandaging the wound, he pointed at the table and said, "Clean it up. You owe me 3 gold coins now. Do odd jobs in the store for me."
Hearing this, Ivan quietly packed up.
In the past two days, his memory seemed to have improved compared to his previous life, and he had memorized the medicine book.
It only adds 2 experience points, and no amount of reading after that will increase it.
If you want to increase your experience points, staying in the clinic is undoubtedly important.
Therefore, he is motivated to work.
Seeing him sorting things out despite his injuries and not shirking his responsibilities, Old Orr didn't say anything, but his expression softened a little. Old Orr had heard about his bad temper before.
The clinic is not big, it is a shop facing the street. On the left side of the shop are several rows of medicine shelves, on which are placed bottles, jars, boxes and other things, which look a bit messy.
In front of the medicine rack is a consultation table, where Old Orr usually sees patients. There is also a tool table against the wall on one side where various instruments are placed.
On the right side of the store there is a debridement table that can be separated by cloth.
There is another room behind the shop, which is divided into two parts, one side is the warehouse and the other side is his alchemy room.
Old Orr was concerned that he was a novice and didn't dare let him do many jobs, so there wasn't much miscellaneous work involved.
Seeing him idle and looking around, he looked lazy as if he was staring here and there.
Old Orr opened his mouth and ordered, "Get two ounces of peppercorns."
Ivan paused. There was no one else here, so he must be giving him an order.
A challenge or a test?
(End of this chapter)