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I looked at her and it was making sense, “She said something about adding an oil to the potion. Tribeca Terrestrial or something like that.”
“Tribulus terrestris?” She asked with one eyebrow up.
“Yeah. That’s what she called it.” I said, thinking back to that moment.
“Okay, luckily, the fix is quick.” She handed me a bag with seven black pills inside of it, “Licorice Root. It’s not tasty at all, Alpha. One every day. No more than one or you can give yourself a different problem altogether. Take it in the morning for the next week and then come back, so we can do follow up bloodwork and check your levels. I would suggest taking one now.” She says.