Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 115: The First Experience of Magic Repulsion Potion

A genius alchemist named Miracle concocted the Magic Repulsion Potion and entrusted Harold with its auction.

Backed by the Calva Merchant Guild and Harold's reputation, everyone trusted its efficacy. This potion marked a miraculous cure for magic addiction.

Diana and Roland breathed a sigh of relief, knowing Charlotte had kept her identity hidden, using a code name.

"This guy even gave up the chance to make history, all for wiping out the Jardson family. He's ruthless," Diana thought in surprise.

"President Harold, how many bottles of this potion do you have, and how much do we need to consume for it to take effect?" Marcus asked excitedly, attracting the attention of other interested guests.

If this potion was unique, its value could surpass that of the previously auctioned sapphire.

For example, the fifth elder of the Calva Elder Council, for his only son, would not hesitate to pay even ten thousand gold coins for a bottle of this potion.

Glover's face seemed devoid of light as he retreated further into the crowd. His father's desperate plea for the potion made him feel embarrassed under the complicated gazes of others.

Yet, when he saw Harold holding the potion, Glover's eyes also gleamed. Though he acted nonchalant, he would willingly give up everything for a cure if it could help him with his addiction.

His first encounter with magic drugs was due to being deceived by a group of friends. It was initially fun and thrilling, an otherworldly experience that made him lose track of time.

However, as he consumed more, his health declined, and his performance with women weakened, even being called a three-second man.

Several forced detox experiences, initiated by his father, were torturous, almost driving him to self-destruction.

Harold explained, "I have ten bottles of this potion.

Tonight, all will be auctioned. However, the auction rules are somewhat special.

The bidding will be conducted per bottle.

The highest bidder will get one bottle, and the remaining ten bottles will be sold at the same price on-site, prioritizing the bidders according to their offered prices."

The guests pondered; this auction method was indeed unique, but the core remained the same: the highest bidder would win.

"Chairman Harold, if we fail to acquire this potion today, are there other channels to purchase the Magic Repulsion Potion?" the lean aristocrat who previously won the Water of Life asked.

Many guests had the same question.

Harold held this auction to promote the Magic Repulsion Potion, and it would inevitably be available for external sales. The question was when and at what price.

"For now, I only have these ten bottles of the Magic Repulsion Potion.

According to my old friend, its refinement is incredibly challenging, so mass production in a short time is unlikely.

However, the exclusive sales rights in Calva have been secured by the Calva Merchant Guild.

The next small batch of Magic Repulsion Potion, when available, will be priced according to today's auction results," Harold answered.

The guests' eyes lit up, realizing the rarity and value of this potion. The ten bottles at this auction were singular for a certain period.

Regardless of the auction price, the next batch of Magic Repulsion Potion would be sold at the same rate.

Waiting for a cheaper opportunity was unlikely and would only waste time.

Patients couldn't afford to wait, especially those with loved ones suffering from magic addiction. Many guests became highly interested.

With an introduction to the potion, Harold announced, "Now, let the auction begin! The starting price is ten gold coins, and each bid must not be lower than one gold coin. Let the bidding commence!"

A small potion bottle, starting at ten gold coins!

Was it expensive?

Not to those tormented by magic addiction.

This was a life-saving potion that could break the chains of magic consumption.

The annual expenses on magic drugs were often dozens or even hundreds of gold coins, a costly indulgence.

If ten gold coins could lead to a complete cure, it was undoubtedly a great deal!

"Twenty gold coins!" Marcus raised his hand first, doubling the price, showing his determination to win.

"Twenty-five gold coins!" The lean aristocrat raised it by five more gold coins, not backing down due to Marcus's status.

"Thirty gold coins!" Another bidder raised the price, adding five gold coins each time, determinedly.

...

Diana: ...

Roland: ...

They now understood why Charlotte refused to cooperate with them; they could not simply play this kind of hungry marketing game.

The bidding had reached 100 gold coins for a single bottle of the Magic Repulsion Potion.

And its later pricing would be based on this auction result, which was quite overbearing.

If it weren't for the Calva Merchant Guild's influence, their reputation would have been ruined.

"Going once for 100 gold coins! Going twice for 100 gold coins! Sold to Elder Marcus for 100 gold coins, securing the first bottle of the Magic Repulsion Potion!"

With the auctioneer's final strike, Marcus successfully obtained the Magic Repulsion Potion.

"Thank you for your concession," Marcus received the surrounding compliments, his face glowing with satisfaction.

Though 100 gold coins might not be significant in this auction, it was indeed the first bottle of the Magic Repulsion Potion ever sold in Isor Continent, a moment worth commemorating.

Of course, this was the result of other bidders not intentionally competing.

After all, there were ten bottles of the Magic Repulsion Potion, and bidding too high for the first one meant having to pay more for the subsequent purchases.

In that case, it was better to give Marcus a favor.

The female server descended the platform with the Magic Repulsion Potion, gracefully walking towards Marcus and directly handing it to him.

With Marcus's status and position, there was no need to worry about him running away without paying.

"Glover, come here," Marcus held the Magic Repulsion Potion and called out to his son, who was standing in the crowd.

The crowd parted, and Glover reluctantly walked forward.

Curiosity filled the onlookers. Could it be that Marcus intended for Glover to drink the potion right there?

Glover was infamous in Calva City for his severe addiction to magic drugs, which made his participation in this medicine trial quite persuasive.

Everyone waited in anticipation to witness the miraculous effects of the Magic Repulsion Potion as claimed by Harold.

"Father, can't we talk about this later at home?" Glover sounded impatient.

"I may not be able to find you after this banquet ends. Drink this potion now." Marcus handed the bottle of Magic Repulsion Potion to Glover, his voice stern.

Under Marcus's intense gaze, Glover didn't dare to argue and reluctantly took the crystal bottle. He opened it and immediately gulped down the potion in one go, leaving not a single drop.

The taste was a bit bitter, with an indescribable putrid odor, but he managed to swallow it.

The scene fell into silence as everyone watched Glover.

Glover stood there motionless, carefully sensing any changes in his body.

Three minutes passed.

Glover moved his stiff neck and smiled, saying, "I don't feel anything at all. Is it fake?"

The expressions of the guests became somewhat strange.

This heavily-addicted individual had taken the potion in front of them, but it seemed the effects weren't as immediate as Harold claimed.

"Take out the magic drugs you have on you," Marcus said seriously.

"What? I don't have anything like that on me..." Glover's words were cut short when Marcus gestured, and a crystal potion bottle flew out of his arms, landing in Marcus's hands. It contained blue liquid.

Those who understood recognized it as Abyssal Blue Flame Magic Drug, which had a strong hallucinogenic effect and severe side effects, explaining why Glover's health deteriorated so rapidly.

"I... I just couldn't resist and drank a little when I couldn't stand it," Glover said, a bit panicked and avoiding Marcus's gaze.

This was also the reason he rarely returned home and preferred to stay away, avoiding punishment and the occasional beatings.

Marcus removed the cap of the Abyssal Blue Flame Magic Drug and presented it in front of Glover.

Previously, whenever he opened the bottle, Glover would rush forward like an aroused male dog-smelling estrus. But after catching a whiff of the magic drug's aroma this time, he widened his eyes and couldn't help but vomit violently.

Red wine, snacks, and the steak he had for lunch...

Glover vomited messily until only yellow water remained before managing to stop.

The people around had already distanced themselves.

But seeing Glover's disgusted expression towards the Abyssal Blue Flame Magic Drug, the guests couldn't help but look surprised.

"The Magic Repulsion Potion truly lives up to its name! Even after drinking just a bit, he showed such a strong aversion to magic drugs!"

"His reaction was so intense after smelling it. He won't be able to drink magic drugs anymore, even if he tries."

"Even if he hates it, we don't know if the addiction will resurface."

"With the guarantee from the Calva Merchant Guild, there's no need to worry about such issues. Just buy it with your eyes closed."

Glover's reaction injected courage into the hesitant guests.

"Great, fantastic!" Marcus showed no concern for his son's condition and instead had a radiant and elated expression.

Over the years, he had been worried sick about his useless son, always searching for a way to help him overcome his magic drug addiction.

Now, this burden had finally been lifted.

The female server quickly approached and cleaned up the mess with a cleaning spell.

There were healing mages present who helped restore Glover's condition, allowing him to stand up properly.

"Wow, wow... this is amazing!" Glover still appeared dazed.

His previous reaction was purely a combination of physical and mental responses.

The aversion to magic drugs was like a conditioned reflex, something he couldn't control.

In any case, he could now say that if he continued feeling this way, he would never touch magic drugs again in his life.