People are in Hogwarts, What the hell is the flood system?

Chapter 193: The shock of the Pharmacist! Why ten years? Today!

As Rhein produced the seals of those renowned wizards, Doctor Richard's expression changed repeatedly, from anger and shock to bewilderment.

Merlin above, where did this deity come from?

If he just gave me a few of these seals to stamp on my papers, wouldn't I be published in the top journals of wizarding medical magic?

Which short-sighted editor would dare reject a paper stamped with Dumbledore's or even Nicolas Flamel's seal?

But these were all unattainable; those arrogant masters would never bestow their seals upon wizards with mediocre talent.

Yet now, these legendary artifacts were appearing right before his eyes.

This child before him…

Another Albus Dumbledore in the making?!

Remembering how Dumbledore rose to fame, facing skepticism from several older wizards who later became laughingstocks in magical history, Doctor Richard couldn't help but shudder, and his tone immediately softened.

"You, ah no, please, have a seat, let's talk while sitting."

"I'll go get paper and a pen."

Madam Augusta, standing beside him, was also in a daze.

She had long heard Neville mention Rhein's genius in his letters, praising Rhein and predicting that he would become the most outstanding wizard, perhaps even surpassing Dumbledore.

Although she believed Rhein was talented, she dismissed the idea of surpassing Dumbledore as mere childish exaggeration.

But she never expected Rhein to be such an utter freak.

Then, Madam Augusta's face flushed with excitement.

It wasn't that she was being snobbish, but becoming friends with a wizard who would obviously achieve extraordinary things in the future would be excellent news for both Neville and the Longbottom family.

In a moment, Richard, bowing slightly, scurried over with paper and a pen, also bringing a cup of tea, which he held with both hands and offered to Rhein.

At this time, Doctor Richard carefully inquired,

"You just said that this treatment plan wouldn't work. May I ask what the problem is?"

On the system's light screen, the words were now spirited and vibrant.

[Faced with the ridicule of the Medicine King Valley's apothecary, you simply presented the Jade Tablet of a Jade Void Palace disciple]

[A true disciple of the Chan Sect appears, with extraordinary aura. The Jade Tablet even bears the power imprints left by Quasi-Saints and Golden Immortals such as the Antarctic Immortal and the Grand Unity True Man]

[Instantly, the Medicine King Valley was filled with radiant light and auspicious energy, shaking the hearts of all]

[You chuckled lightly, 'Is this enough to qualify me to speak?']

[The Medicine King Valley apothecary, who had previously been disrespectful to you, immediately turned pale and repeatedly bowed]

[I didn't know that an esteemed disciple of the Chan Sect had arrived. Please forgive any offenses, Immortal Master!]

[The system suggests that the host add a sentence here—'Why so arrogant before and so respectful now? It's laughable!']

[This would be a devastating blow!]

Rhein's cheek twitched.

Damn system, you're enjoying the pretense, aren't you?

However, Rhein wasn't there to offend people, so he certainly wouldn't say what the system suggested.

He said leisurely.

"Doctor Richard, the plan you just mentioned references the Wolfsbane Potion and other potions that suppress madness."

"However, the mechanisms of these potions are almost all focused on calming the aggressive, irritable madness, in other words, they have a shocking and clarifying effect."

"This has a significant effect on madness caused by werewolf transformations or other curses and potions in a short period of time."

"If Neville's parents had been given this type of treatment shortly after being tortured by the Cruciatus Curse, it should have worked."

"But now, based on my observations, the magic that caused Neville's parents' madness over the years still remains in their brains, and it is impossible to dispel it completely."

"Not only that, but the magic from the various spells and potions used by St. Mungo's Hospital over the years to alleviate their pain is also entangled in their brains."

"To put it more figuratively, the magic in their brains is now like a tangled ball of yarn, completely knotted."

"Using another potion similar to Wolfsbane Potion will only add another strand to this yarn, turning it into an even bigger ball of yarn."

Richard's expression changed repeatedly as he listened to Rhein's explanation.

Wait, does this little wizard really understand?

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead guiltily and asked several key questions that Rhein had just mentioned.

"Regarding the magical properties of Wolfsbane Potion and its derivative potions, the characteristics of the magic in the brains of patients tortured by the Cruciatus Curse…"

"Where did you see these?"

Rhein glanced at him, quite surprised.

"In the entire process of inventing Wolfsbane Potion, there are thirty-seven classic papers of great significance. Sir Damocles' paper cited Sir Maxim's conclusion, which also led to three derivative minor papers."

"The magical characteristics of Wolfsbane Potion that I just mentioned are in these derivative papers. Haven't you read them?"

Richard blushed, feeling somewhat ashamed.

He was studying medicine, not specializing in potions.

Although he knew how to prepare some common potions, he wasn't a potions master, so how could he have read all these trivial papers?

Then, Rhein went into more detail.

At first, Richard tried to keep up with Rhein's pace, but after a while, he could only listen mechanically, taking notes furiously.

Until a moment later, Richard's quill ran out of ink. He only dipped it in ink for two seconds, but when he looked back and listened again, he found that he couldn't write anything down.

Richard stood up abruptly.

Rhein looked at him.

"So, do you understand?"

Richard coughed.

"I'll go ask the director."

Soon, in a flash, Richard came back with a bald middle-aged male wizard, his head lowered, and the sound of their low conversation could still be heard in the air.

"A little wizard?"

"You have to fill the quill with ink first?"

"Why don't I believe it? Is it that weird?"

Then, they came to Rhein's front.

The bald middle-aged male wizard said.

"Ahem, I introduced this treatment plan to St. Mungo's Hospital. I heard that a little wizard has some unique opinions."

"We can discuss it."

On the system's light screen, another line of words appeared.

[The Medicine King Sect apothecary boasts of his superior skills in medicine. Even if you are a true disciple of the Chan Sect, with a noble status, you may not necessarily be able to make a final decision on medicine]

[The Medicine King Sect apothecary discusses medicine with you]

[The Medicine King Sect apothecary was ashamed and speechless, and hurriedly returned to his sect to invite the Elder of the Medicine King Sect]

[The Elder of the Medicine King Sect examines you, calling it a discussion, but his eyes are full of suspicion]

[The system suggests that the host should sneer at this moment—'Can mere mortals also qualify to discuss the Dao with me?']

Rhein was now accustomed to the dog system's arrogant and complacent behavior at this moment, and ignored it, instead starting to talk about the previous papers again.

The newest and most complete novels are first published here!

The bald middle-aged male wizard showed a look of surprise.

"Those three extremely obscure minor papers?"

"You've read them too?"

"The little wizards of Hogwarts these days are really amazing…"

Rhein also showed a look of surprise.

"Ah?"

"Obscure?"

"These are the collaborative papers of two former members of the Order of Merlin. Can these also be considered obscure?"

"In my opinion, these three minor papers also use twenty-seven other papers published by unknown wizards in several second-tier journals over the past century. Although the two knights gave very brilliant summaries, the original descriptions still have their own unique points, which are well worth reading."

"These twenty-seven papers also involve curse principles and spell principles, and the things cited here are somewhat obscure."

Ten minutes later, the bald middle-aged male wizard looked bewildered.

Rhein looked at him and asked.

"Do you need me to slow down?"

The bald middle-aged male wizard opened his mouth, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and shook his head repeatedly.

"I, I'd better read those papers you mentioned first…"

"As for this treatment plan…"

The bald middle-aged male wizard's face was full of frustration.

"It seems that it is not mature enough. I will withdraw it from the hospital first."

[After a discussion, the Elder of the Medicine King Valley looked ashamed and was completely convinced]

[As expected of a true disciple of the Chan Sect, not comparable to small sects like us]

[The old Daoist has lived in vain for a hundred years, boasting that he has entered the hall in medicine, but today he knows that he is a gnat seeing the blue sky]

[Having practiced medicine for half his life, he is ashamed and may as well smash this signboard to avoid harming the world]

At this time, the bald middle-aged wizard sighed again.

"But this plan is already the most advanced plan in the magical world. If this doesn't work, it may not be possible to have a new, promising treatment plan for the Longbottoms in ten years."

Madam Augusta, standing beside him, suddenly turned pale, and the hope in her eyes was shattered.

Before this, she also knew that the hope was slim.

But even slim hope is still hope.

She, an old woman, had been struggling to support the Longbottom family for more than ten years.

Those who were unconscious there were her beloved son and daughter-in-law.

Neville cried every time he came here, and how could she not?

She hadn't heard their voices in many years.

Ten years…

After ten years, will there really be hope?

But a strange look flashed in Rhein's eyes.

The magic of the magical world indeed cannot cure the condition of Neville's parents.

But the mastery of medicine from the ancient times, that may not be the case!

During the Investiture of the Gods tribulation in ancient times, Yu Hua once wielded the Blood-Transforming Divine Saber.

This saber was unusually ferocious, and the wounds it left behind were very difficult to deal with, like a maggot attached to bone, eroding both the flesh and the soul.

Even Yang Jian, who had cultivated the Eight-Nine Arcane Art to a very deep level, was helpless when wounded by the Blood-Transforming Divine Saber, and could only watch as his flesh and soul were almost completely eroded.

But True Man Jade Cauldron took action and was able to find a way to treat the wounds of the Blood-Transforming Divine Saber.

Once the elixir arrived, the injury was cured in an instant.

Rhein now possesses the mastery of medicine from True Man Jade Cauldron. Even if it is certainly far inferior to True Man Jade Cauldron's own medicine, it is already enough in the magical world.

Even the wounds of the Blood-Transforming Divine Saber, like maggots attached to bone, can be cured, let alone this madness that entangles the body in the magical world?

If this can be accomplished, there will be great merit!

Immediately, in the incredulous expressions of Richard, the bald middle-aged male wizard, and Madam Augusta, they heard Rhein speak.

"It doesn't take ten years."

"Perhaps—"

"It will be today."