Chapter 3: Act 2.1 :Continuation
Ying carried the frail girl back to his little Hut. Later on he then put the young lady on his bed 🛌. Subsequently, he removed his axe and went to have a cold shower in the lake right beside his Hut since affording a magic-fueled appliance will cost him a fortune; about three years of his savings. Buying such luxurious items were only meant for the riches. He couldn't be possible be owning such lavish item. After he is done with cleansing himself, he went back to his room and noticed the girl was having nightmares.
"Mom.... Dad..... "
The girl murmured and had a terrified expression on her face.
" There should be some herbs and medicines left around the house...from my poor attempts to cure my dad..... It would be a waste if we don't put them to good use." Ying said apathetically.
Ying went to the nearest wooden cabinet and retrieved the herbs. Subsequently, he went to his crafting bench which previously was the dad's room;it was common for the poor to make their own stuffs instead of buying them, a lot of things in the Hut was also made by Ying and his dad.
Ying sluggishly dumped the herbs onto the bench and tried to separate the individual herbs, in an attempt to tidy up and see what he have available.
"Yarrow, Goldenrod, Calendula, Grove roots, pink trotes... "
Ying counted the herbs from left to right. He desperate tried remembered the chemistry lesson he had with his dad. His dad was an renowned Potion maker back then and Ying was really proud of his dad. He often boasts to other kids that his dad could make any Potions.
" To achieve perfect 👌 yield and not waste any precious resources, we must make sure the correct ratio for the herbs are in relation to each time the herbs is used... "
Ying was very into watching his dad doing chemistry experiments but he wasn't into chemistry. It was Ying's nemesis. He hated chemistry with a passion.😤😤
Ying first set up the bunsen burner, placed the boiling flask right above the heating mantle. Afterwards, he distilled the crushed Calendula and gathered 150mm of the flower essence, next he crushed yarrow into powdered form 75 gram and heated the goldenrod until it turned into a darker shade of yellow.
"Don't mess this up Ying, Don't mess this up for the love of Gods..." Although Ying tried to compose his himself, his hand couldn't stop quivering. 😖 Because his dad would always beat the shit out of him when Ying screws up, those herbs were relatively expensive. Even though Ying's father was no longer alive, the trauma from his dad reprimanding him with his 10 hour chemistry lecture(which IS worse than physical pain) ironed and is deeply engraved into Ying's skull. It left huge scars on Ying and made him pondered his life decisions over and over again. *his father was part of the reason why he hated chemistry that much
He is still rehabbing today.
Ying cautiously put each ingredients into the boiling flasks and added 350mm of water to dilute the solution. He then heated it with a small fire for an hour.
"Finally it's done!!! " The standard emotionless face of Ying shown some colour of joy for once.
Ying applied the healing medicine onto the girl's wound.
" ugh.. Ahh..eee.." The slumbering girl let out voices of discomfort.
"It will be over soon, endure it... And done! ." Ying said as he tied patches of leaves to cover the wounds.
After the arduous day of labor, he layed his lethargic body onto the cold floor as his current bed is occupied. Within seconds, Ying started snoozing.
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