Panacea Tablet Novels & Stories

Nash was probably going to celebrate when he receives the new batch of Pantiumite, courtesy of my most beloved rival. Unlike the other Pantiumite supplies sent, this is the first Pantiumite supply in pill form. The gaseous and liquid Pantiumite served their purpose well enough but nothing beats a solid Pantiumite. The people living in the Slums could never afford the pill version because of how expensive they were. A pill does not expire or deteriorate in condition over time. The liquid version becomes stale and less effective with time but still worked well. Gaseous Pantiumite were the easiest to acquire but was the least effective as most of it escaped into the atmosphere over time. As muc

Lyra turned and looked at Aaron's shelf; after a minute, she pulled one of the tablet sets—the same pack that Aaron had taken earlier. "It is right here!" Lyra handed the doctor the package of pills. The doctor checked the name as he rolled the pack in his hand. "Is there anything wrong with the pills, doctor?" Julian inquired while taking the initiative. "Not really!" The doctor muttered. "These are vitamin tablets." "I have told you!" Mr. Aiden parted his hand. "But Mr. Aiden, it also takes control of your mind!" "These pills push the person to stand firm and work hard 24/7." The doctor revealed the strength of the pills.

"Right then, I need to get things ready in here, but first; you need to take this." She held up her hands, cupped together one beneath the other. Sitting in the centre of her white palm was a glassy black tablet, a little bigger than your average paracetamol and curiously shaped; not oval but rather a hexagonal prism with a blunted point at each end. Standing in the doorway there wasn't enough light for me to be certain, but there looked to be something etched into the surface, tiny letters or pictograms. "Ah, what is that?" As a wise man once told me; if you don't know what it is, you probably shouldn't put it in your mouth.

"I just woke. I don't understand what's happening." He pulled an amber bottle from the bag. The sight was like showing a cookie jar to a toddler. My heart rate increased in anticipation. Dr. Beck turned the childproof cap and sprinkled a palm full of white oblong tablets into his hand. My mouth watered as I raked my bottom lip between my teeth and swallowed. Those were 5-milligram tablets. I'd recognize them anywhere. "Doctor, those are only fives. I need two." Begrudgingly, he pinched two from his hand and poured the rest back into the bottle. "Can I get you a glass of water?"

She rubbed her temples, frustration building with every passing minute. "Here." A small pill bottle appeared in front of her. She looked up, confused. "What's this?" "Don't you get headaches? My assistant prepared this specially. It's extremely effective for pain." "Take one. You'll feel better." In the dim light of the car, Kane's expression was impossible to read, his face obscured by shadows.

He explained. Panax had a mending effect on nervous damage and the Snow Panax Pill had been made with Panax and a number of rare herbs, which made it perfect for a patient like Damian. "Sure." Damian nodded attentively. "Take one now and I shall begin the massage shortly after!" Mister Yair handed Damian a pill.

He shook his head slightly and said, "Ms. Fernton, I'll be blunt. This Panacea Pill overstates its efficacy. "It can only be consumed for seven days at most. If you take it for longer than that, it will become poisonous. Those who take it will die within a year. Not even the gods can save them!" There was a brief silence in the hall. However, countless sardonic chuckles replaced it just a few seconds later. Ryker scoffed and said, "That's utter nonsense! My grandfather's cancer was cured thanks to that pill, and he took it for almost a month. Why hasn't he died of poisoning like you just said?"

We hadn't even finished closing the door to my apartment before Tang began tearing through his medical haul like a treasure hunter, rambling about antacids and probiotic blends. I stood to the side with a water bottle in hand, peering curiously into the box that looked like it belonged in a fully stocked pharmacy. Capsules, liquids, vitamins, cooling patches, ointments for joints, even… was that a bottle of anti-diarrhea syrup next to a suppository pack? "…Liam's body sounds like it's hosting a civil war," I muttered. "Aha! Found it!" Tang held up a strip of digestive tablets with a flourish, wiping the sweat from his brow for dramatic effect. "Actually, here—take these too. Works faster."

It says 8pm. "Are you done with your shift at the hospital? I need to talk to you." I told him. "I'm free now da. Tell me. Anything serious?" he asked me, his voice laced with concern. I read the name of the tablet to him. "What is this medicine taken for da?" I asked him. "It's not a medicine. It's a multivitamin tablet. You can buy it over the counter in medicals if it’s under 200mg. Anyone can take it. But usually ladies after 30yrs will take it as a supplement."