There didn't seem to be any danger, except that his head seemed to be thinking deeply, which involved some energy. Ivan observed with concentration, warily staring at the light film flickering in front of his eyes, a familiar feeling. This should be a projected light curtain. The light curtain was looking for and adapting to something. After a minute or two, the changing light curtain was fixed in his field of vision, and his head became lighter. "this----" Looking at the things close at hand, Yi Wen couldn't help but think of a widely circulated saying, my son has the talent of a great emperor, bah, it's my young master who has the talent of a great scholar. "Low down and low down!" He murmured softly, forcing himself to calm down. [Pharmacy: lv0(1br10)] A simple line of text with no other information.
It's simply not too clear. Isn't it just the panel in the game? Thinking of the changes just now, he felt that it was not necessarily related to the game. The appearance of the panel might just be a mode that he could easily understand. In any case, it should be a good thing. "Isn't that right? I also know bodybuilding, boxing, swordsmanship, horsemanship, axe, and archery. Why didn't I show it?" Ivan immediately thought of the reason. It was probably that he would need to practice again from now on. After glancing at his injured arm, he gave up the plan of going out to dance with swords and bows. "Close panel." He tried to give the command, and the light film disappeared. The light film was summoned by him in the next second. I also tried to give instructions silently and with my heart, and it worked. Unfortunately, the panel was too monotonous, so he returned his attention to the medicine book. "It seems that you can't kill ninety-nine things with one stroke. This is to force the obsessive-compulsive disorder to death." Until late at night, the experience bar was motionless, which made him feel a little uncomfortable. He just had no energy and needed to go to bed first. A new day. Yi Wen felt refreshed. His injuries had improved a lot in just one night, and most of his physical discomfort had disappeared. The door opened with a slight creaking sound. Paji was arranging a potted tree not far away, and put down the scissors in her hand when she heard the noise. "Good morning, brother Evan, don't you want to sleep a little longer?" "Morning Pudge, I slept well last night." "Is your injury feeling better?"
"Thanks to Old Mr. Orr, it's much better. The injury will heal in the next two or three days." Facing his sister's concerned gaze, he gave a relaxed answer, but he didn't know exactly what it was. He could tell that Pudge was waiting not far outside the door, just to know his condition as soon as possible. Sure enough, after hearing his words, Paji breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "I asked Ms. Caixi to prepare breakfast. Brother Evan should come over quickly after washing up." Ivan nodded slightly. Paji walked quickly towards the restaurant. When she reached the corner, she couldn't help but add: "Please don't delay, the food will taste bad if it loses its temperature." "As soon as possible." Ivan nodded again and rolled his eyes as he watched his sister leave with satisfaction. This predecessor is quite unreliable. The Marichaton family was aristocratic for three generations, and his great-grandfather was a baron, but he later lost his title for some reason. Different from ordinary civilian families, the family has always maintained the habit of eating three meals a day and occasionally having afternoon tea and late night snacks, but the food is not as refined and luxurious as the nobles. Today was different. His breakfast was special, richer than usual, including bread, smoked fish, eggs, milk, honey and jam cakes. Sean frequently looked in his direction, but due to Paji's majesty, he didn't dare to ask for it. Ivan felt a little funny when he saw it, and then he ate it without any courtesy. The jam cake is sour and sweet, and the smoked fish has a woody aroma. "Ms. Cathy, the food is delicious." "Thank you for the compliment, but don't expect to have the same breakfast tomorrow. Miss Paige specially ordered it today." Aunt Kaixi was a hired worker in the family. She was busy with odd jobs at the moment. She smiled when she heard Ivan's words and then emphasized. Evan couldn't help but glance at his sister. Paji said slightly warily: "Dad only left us money for daily expenses, and we can't buy anything else." "I know, I'm glad you can arrange 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 his predecessor was a bit bad, and he could only slowly change the opinions of a few people. Paji felt that the atmosphere at the dinner table was a little stiff and asked: "Brother Evan, have you started learning breathing techniques? I may have to prepare more food for you." The knight practices a kind of breathing method. The breathing method can extract the energy of life, which will greatly increase the consumption in the body, so he needs to eat more food every day. Ivan said: "We need to wait until the injury heals." Generally speaking, one can practice the Knight's Breathing Technique at the age of 13 or above, but his father obviously did not intend to teach him the family's breathing technique. He wanted him to study in the swordsmanship hall, but his predecessor was unwilling to give up and kept delaying the time. Now Ivan has other ideas. Paji said seriously: "Study hard and I will prepare food for you."
"Um." Ivan didn't refuse. At this time, Sean suddenly raised his head and looked at Ivan blankly. His actions attracted the attention of the siblings. An ugly smile appeared on Sean's face and he said: "I have good news and bad news. Brother Evan, which one do you want to hear?" Paggie, who is familiar with his character, knows that this is Sean's attitude after getting into trouble. Paji said: "Tell me, what bad things did you do 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 to be a pharmacist from the old man." Paggie instantly understood that her brother was four days late in conveying the message, causing her brother to miss an important opportunity. "Holy Mother." She widened her watery eyes and shouted, "Sean, look at what you have done." "I just forgot." When Paggie was about to take action, Sean had already dodged behind the chair. On the other side of the dining table, Ivan's face darkened. This naughty kid really could do bad things. No wonder Old Orr was so aggressive yesterday! He just had the ability of light film, and was thinking about how to go to the clinic to learn and further explore his abilities, but he found a backstab from his brother. Thinking of the pain he suffered yesterday, he blocked the exit in one step, looked at his brother and asked seriously: "Sean, do you know what the 'iron fist of love' is?" ... Two days passed. Early in the morning, Ivan arrived at the end of the street, and the door of the clinic was closed. ‘Bat Gaze’ The name of the clinic probably means this, no, it should be ‘Bat Eyes’. He noticed the wooden plaque on the clinic, which was written in ancient Vandani, a strange name, inexplicably suitable for Old Orr. Huh? He noticed something, and quietly muttered ‘scholar’ in his heart. [Pharmacy: lv0 (3br10)] [Linguistics: lv0 (1br10)] The panel he named ‘scholar’ appeared, and there was an additional subject on it. He stared at it with some confusion.
Two days ago, he tried swordsmanship, archery, etc., and it should be said that his skills were proficient and his foundation was solid, but he failed to cause changes in the panel. On the contrary, today, it was not intentional, and a new subject appeared. Could it be that it depends on the potential of the subject, and those with shallow potential are not worthy of being entered? "You're so late, do you still want me to invite you?" At this time, Old Orr walked out from the corner at the end of the street with a sullen face. Ivan silently said to close it, and the light film disappeared. He had shown it in front of his sister, brother and Aunt Kathy before, and 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 expenses, so he didn't care about Old Orr's attitude. Due to the mistake of the naughty child Sean, there was another problem between the two parties, but he was not going to explain anything. Because Old Orr's temper was notoriously weird, it's not that no one wanted to become his apprentice over the years, but no one had succeeded. There must be a reason. His idea was to do odd jobs first and see the situation before making a fuss. Hearing his words, Old Orr shifted his attention to the condition and quickly opened the door of the clinic. "It's still a long way to go. The hardest thing about toxins is to get rid of them. Why are you standing there? Come here and let me take a look." In the clinic, Ivan nervously stretched out his arm, unwrapped the cloth, and revealed the scabby wound. The original purple-brown bulge had disappeared, replaced by a slight redness and swelling. There were a few dark patches in the middle of the large redness and swelling. The dark patches confirmed what Old Orr said, and there was still a small amount of toxins left. "Pop." The arm was hit by a heavy punch without any warning, and it was still at the wound. The pain was imaginable. Ivan stared at him with wide eyes. "It has to be broken up first, so that it is easier to squeeze out." Old Orr ignored his eyes, first applied the medicine oil, skillfully poked a few small holes, squeezed out the poisonous blood, cleaned, applied ointment, bandaged, and completed everything like flowing water. After bandaging, he pointed to the table and said: "Clean up, you owe me 3 gold coins now, do odd jobs for me in the store." Hearing this, Ivan quietly cleaned 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 increased 2 experience points, and no matter how much he read afterwards, it would not increase. If he wanted to increase his experience points, it was undoubtedly important to stay in the clinic. Therefore, he was motivated to work. Seeing him sorting things with injuries and not shirking his responsibilities, although Old Orr didn't say anything, his eyes softened. Old Orr had heard of his stubborn temper before. The clinic was not big, it was a shop facing the street. On the left side of the shop were several rows of medicine shelves, on which bottles, jars, boxes and other things were placed, which looked a bit messy. In front of the medicine shelf was a consultation table, where Old Orr usually saw patients. There was also a tool table with various tools placed against the wall on one side.
On the right side of the shop was a debridement table that could be separated by cloth. There was another room behind the shop, which was divided into two, one side was the warehouse, and the other side was his medicine room. Old Orr was afraid that he was a novice, so he didn't dare to let him do many jobs, and there was not much work for him to do. Seeing him looking around in idleness, he looked around in a lazy manner. Old Orr opened his mouth and ordered: "Bring 2 ounces of peppercorns." Ivan paused, there was no one else here, he must be ordering me. Difficulty or test?
