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Putting his phone down, Zhang Mu leaned back on the sofa, scratching his face and thinking.
Will this healing potion work?
While learning how to make potions from Potter, he used a mouse to conduct experiments.
Draw a mark on the front half of the right forelimb with a pen, then cut off the front half and give the mouse a high-level healing potion.
After three bottles in a row, the front half of the mouse's right forelimb grew out successfully, and the mark was still there.
The exact reason is unknown, but this experiment shows that the limbs created by the healing potion are not "new".
If not for this, Zhang Mu would have undergone a complete lung removal surgery long ago.
As for giving medicine to the aunt's child, we have to consider that the person has been stupid for so many years. If he takes healing medicine, the brain cells will be restored to the state they were a few days ago, or a few years ago, or before they were damaged.
Only the last possibility can cure his illness.
If the disease could be cured, Zhang Mu felt that he could prepare a scene of "immortal appearing and bestowing immortal fate".
He stood up from the sofa and was going to the Silent Forest the day after tomorrow. It was noon now, and he still had a day and a half to go to the other world to do experiments.
I summoned the portal and was about to step in when my cell phone rang.
He took out his pocket and saw that it was Song Lan calling to ask him if he had returned to China.
Zhang Mu had returned to China without telling her. When she asked, he said he had already returned.
Upon learning that he had returned home, Song Lan said that a gem auction would be held tomorrow and he must come.
Zhang Mu did not agree immediately, but said that he would come when he had time, hung up the phone and went in.
Chapter 101 Rushing to the Suburbs
It is said to be an experiment, but there are many obstacles in its implementation.
Since the main purpose is to test the maximum time it takes for an injury to heal, the longer the experimental specimen is injured, the better.
This stumped Zhang Mu.
When he arrived at the low wooden house where Domit was temporarily staying, he saw Leah sleeping with her cat ears flicking from time to time. He pushed open the door with his hands behind his back, walked through the yard, and strolled in the village.
After walking around for a while, Zhang Mu stopped beside a low stone house with a gable roof.
I guessed that this village was probably one of the poorer ones in the entire Lake Kingdom.
Looking around, because it is at the foot of the mountain with a large terrain difference, there are small pointed-roof houses that are very different from the rural bungalows on Blue Star, scattered at different heights.
It was afternoon at this time, and the villagers had finished their lunch and went to work in the fields.
He was the only one standing on the maze of narrow dirt roads, under a large tree with lush branches and leaves by the roadside to enjoy the shade. Occasionally, a few children with just grown teeth ran by him.
Sitting on a thick tree root that was halfway out of the ground, Zhang Mu held his chin with his hand and sighed.
Advanced healing potions are not cheap even in the entire Sol continent.
Fortunately, I can bring some of the most precious herbs in the recipe over from Blue Star.
But medicine alone is not enough. Where can I find this experimental sample that has been injured for many years in such a hurry?
Just when I was having a headache, there was a sudden noise from the low stone house behind me. It sounded like something like a bamboo basket fell to the ground.
Bamboo basket?
Zhang Mu subconsciously turned around, and happened to see the door of the wooden house being pushed open from the inside. A short curly-haired young man dressed as a villager walked out, holding a familiar bamboo basket in his arms.
I stood up and looked inside, it was empty.
The young villager raised his hand to throw the bamboo basket down the slope beside the dirt road. Zhang Mu was quick-witted and reached out to grab the bamboo basket that was drawing an arc in the air.
"Where did you get this basket?" Zhang Mu looked at the young man with a smile, who was a little stunned by his sudden action.
"It's my own home." He came back to his senses, said casually, and turned back to the house.
Zhang Mu was wearing a shirt and brown straight pants, and the young villagers could not tell that he was a magician.
But because of the style and fabric of the clothes, it was obvious that only a "master" could afford them, so he still kept a low profile.
If it were an ordinary villager, who is famous for being lazy and gluttonous, he would have waved a stick and chased him away long ago.
Naturally, Zhang Mu would not just watch him leave. He caught up with his back in two steps, raised his hand to grab the back of his neck, and forced him to his knees on the ground.
"Where's my cake?"
In fact, he didn't care about a few pancakes with a little coarse salt on them, and he had no intention of eating them.
But not eating it yourself is one thing, and being stolen before I threw you away is another matter entirely.
He didn't have the time or energy to go look for the thief specifically, and now that he happened to run into him, how could he let the thief go?
Seeing the young villager kneeling on the ground and hesitating, refusing to admit it, Zhang Mu put more force in his right hand:
"You haven't said it yet?"
"Sir, in the room, in the room..."
Letting go of his hand, Zhang Mu strode into the house without paying attention to the young villager who was lying on the ground, covering his throat and coughing.
It was a small, very empty room with no furniture except for an old wooden bed that looked quite old in the right corner.
A lifeless old donkey was lying on the ground next to the bed.
His sight fell on its empty left eye socket, Zhang Mu's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly towards it and squatted down.
Check it out a bit.
He had no eyelids and his eye sockets were dry and rough, obviously he had been blind for quite some time.
After catching his breath, the young man who stumbled in held onto the door frame and opened his mouth gasping for breath.
Zhang Mu interrupted him and asked, "How many years have you been blind?"
Having just faced the threat of death, the young villager did not dare to ask more questions and immediately replied: "Sir, more than ten years."
Hearing this, Zhang Mu took out a bottle of advanced healing potion from his storage bag without saying a word, pried open the donkey's mouth and poured the potion into it.
The effect of the medicine comes quickly.
In just five minutes, clear liquid oozed out of the eye sockets, and granulation tissue began to appear from the innermost part, wriggling and growing and spreading outwards.
A few minutes later, the blind left eye was back to normal.
It became.
Zhang Mu stuffed the crystal bottle back into the storage bag and stood up happily.
After all, it is an advanced healing potion. Although it takes a long time to take effect on injuries caused by magic, it can deal with ordinary physical damage in minutes.
The young villagers here opened their mouths in shock when they saw this scene.
He didn't expect that after he stole the adult's cake, the adult was not angry, but kindly healed the old donkey that had been with him for many years.
He was so moved that he couldn't speak. He knelt down on his knees and said, "Sir, thank you for your mercy!"
Zhang Mu turned around and saw his grateful look, so he asked, "Are you happy?"
"Of course, sir, your tolerance..."
"Then you are happy too early."
He raised his head blankly and looked at Zhang Mu in confusion.
"You fed the donkey with the bread, didn't you?" Zhang Mu tilted his head and glanced at the bread crumbs on the donkey's mouth. "Our family is so poor, I thought of feeding the donkey with the food I stole."
"Sir." He kowtowed in fear, "My parents died a long time ago. It's my only relative. I had no other choice but to steal your tortilla."
"Do you think you are very kind and very affectionate?"
"I only stole a basket of cakes, sir!"
Zhang Mu twisted his mouth and said, "Are you seriously ill?
If you don't talk, then you are healthy, right?"
"This basket of cakes." Zhang Mu picked up the bamboo basket that had just been placed at his feet, "A little boy risked his life and spent a day and a night alone crossing the forest infested with monsters to sell them in Bala City.
You have healthy hands and feet and you're not sick, so you're not even as good as a half-grown child?"
His lips moved but he couldn't utter a word for a long time. He knocked his head against the ground, not daring to meet Zhang Mu's gaze.
Looking at his miserable appearance with tattered clothes all over his body, Zhang Mu suddenly felt a little disgusted.
It looks pitiful, but isn't this just his own fault?
If your fields really were hit by a disaster, then just let it go, after all, it's just a basket of cakes.
But is there nothing you can do about it?
In broad daylight, other villagers are working in the fields, and you are resting at home and saying that you have no choice?
There's no way around this.
Zhang Mu walked out of the house, took a bamboo stick from the bamboo basket and threw it, which accurately pierced the back of his right hand and nailed his palm to the ground.
Then he ignored the screams coming from the house and went all the way back to Domit's cabin.
Zhang Mu was not surprised that Domit had not returned yet. He wanted to teach the villagers the blacksmithing skills as much as possible, and estimated that he would be back late tomorrow night or even the day after tomorrow when he was ready to set off.
He glanced at Leah lying on the bed. She was sleeping soundly and would probably not wake up until late at night.
Seeing this, Zhang Mu summoned a portal and returned to reality.
He took out his phone and took a look.
He went to the other world at noon, walked around the village, and spent some time with the young villagers. It was already a little after five o'clock.
Holding his chin, Zhang Mu estimated that he should have enough time to go to the suburbs.
Having made up his mind, he lost no time, activated the shadow technique and left home.
Chapter 102 How much is your fairy bottle?
Luo Xiling was currently wandering around the camp holding a selfie stick.
It's not about wandering around blindly, but about gathering information.