"You mean it takes at least 3 days to prepare the medicine?" I asked the old man, Avir.
"Yes," Avir nodded with a sleepy sigh. "Thankfully, the ingredients are high grade and quality. Or else I wouldn't even be sure if I could succeed."
"...Alright, I understand." I nodded.
I still didn't know about alchemy or medicine that much. My knowledge was limited only to the Apothecary's First Compendium, which I managed to finish reading just yesterday with my phantom twin's help.
I understood the difficulty and complexity involved.
From what I'd learned from his explanation, creating medicine for someone with such severe internal injuries wasn't like brewing a simple healing potion.
Every ingredient had to be processed at precise temperatures, combined in exact sequences, and the entire process required constant monitoring to prevent contamination or degradation, and so on.
"Sorry, I didn't think about that." I apologized.
