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Celine and Queenie sat next to him and waited quietly. Then, the pot started to shake and it made a noise. Darryl was overjoyed and quickly opened the pot to take out the medicine. Then, he passed it to Celine and chuckled. "This is called the Omni Relief Pill. It can restore the damage caused to the body after a psychotic break. It can also restore a substantial amount of your internal energy. Take one now." Then, Celine swallowed the medicine. "Brother-in-law, why didn't you refine one for me?" Queenie asked happily.

Quinn opened the sachet of Apothecary Stomach Pill, which contained only 1.3 grams of powder. As soon as she tore the sachet open, she could smell a very strong scent of medicine. Although similar medications such as the Kobayashi Stomach Pill and the Ottasan Stomach Pill also had relatively strong medicinal aromas, Quinn felt that the scent of the other two medications were far less pleasant and comforting compared to the scent of the Apothecary Stomach Pill.

Monica reached down into her bag and brought out a bottle of small pellets, and he gave her a puzzled look. “Pulsatilla Nigricans. It’s for healing women deep in despair. I’ll put three pellets under her tongue, and as they dissolve, they’ll help her heal from within. We’ll give it to her twice more over the next few hours. By the third dosage, I expect her to be responsive and communicative. Then, we’ll talk. As for you, my friend, come out to the living room with me. Let me see what I can do for you.”

"Why does only this doctor have the type of medication you need?" Orion shrugged. "It’s like this mixture of anti-depressants, herbs, and other stuff. I thought it was bullshit and wouldn’t work, but somehow it did. The only downside is that it gives me a stomach ache and makes me feel weak sometimes, but I take extra pills to protect my stomach." "Do you think you still need them? You’re doing so well?" Orion avoided my gaze, "I’m not. Just yesterday, I was fucking scared of losing my shit again. That can’t happen, Izzy. I know you’re being kind, but I can’t go back to that."

"300 million is too much. We can't come up with that much money. Nayla, are you sure the rejuvenation pills work?" Nayla decisively nodded. "These pills offer anti-aging and beautifying effects in addition to being beneficial to Ian's health. It brings back the vigor of cells. Their effects are limited in duration, though. One pill can last at most a month. Ian must continue taking them if he wants to maintain vitality for a long time."

Instantly, a white, pearl-like pill shimmered inside, and a strong, intoxicating fragrance filled the air. Theon, being an eighth-grade divine alchemist, reacted first. "That's a ninth-grade Starlight Elixir! It's used to help martial saints ascend to the level of martial emperors! Damn it, this bastard actually brought something like that?" Mikayla's eyes gleamed with greed, her breath quickening. "Mr. Orben, are you sure it's really a ninth-grade Starlight Elixir? What if it's fake? I heard this kind of pill is incredibly hard to make. Even if he has the skill, there's no way he could've gotten the ingredients."

and a moment later Eric was in the room, grinning at me in the mirror. "Good morning, my friend," he said, "I've got a little something for you." He placed a little orangish, egg-shaped pill on the counter. "That is Cialis, buddy. It'll last you all day. Trust me." He grinned again, gave himself a quick once-over in the mirror, and was gone. I stared at the pill for a while, uncertain. Then I picked it up, popped it in my mouth, and rinsed it down with some water before heading out into the main room.

I said. "Well you have to take it," he said, taking my palms. He opened them and poured them on my palms. "Take your time" he said, giving me the orange juice. I looked at the pills and breathed out. I put 3 in my mouth and quickly swallowed it with the water. I breathed out feeling the bitter taste in my throat, I did the same for the remaining pills using the orange juice to flush everything down. "Ah see, not so bad," he said. I coughed, hitting my chest feeling some pills stuck in my throat. He came to my side and hit my back as I cleared my throat. After the drug went down I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Take them with orange juice in the morning, not coffee. One small cup a day is fine, but that is your absolute limit.” I had already finished my single small cup of coffee for the day. I opened the refrigerator, pulled out the carton of orange juice, and poured myself a cold glass. I placed the little iron pill on my tongue and swallowed it with a big gulp of juice. I held onto the edge of the counter for a few seconds, closing my eyes until the slight wave of morning sickness passed. Once my stomach settled, I picked up my phone from the counter and tapped the screen. The main page of the European Financial Review popped up right away.