Chapter 8: Grand Opening

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Nash stood in front of his small clinic, looking up at the sign above the door. "Not bad, that's a pretty classy name!" he thought to himself. "From now on, this is the name I'll go with!" "Just wait, Harmony Clinic will make a name for itself!" Nash began checking the clinic's supply of medicine. The clinic practiced traditional medicine, which fit perfectly with Nash's identity as the Medicine King. There were still a bunch of herbs left, but business had been so bad that most of them had probably gone bad. But that was no issue for Nash. He selected the good herbs, discarded the bad ones, and gave the entire place a thorough cleaning. With everything in place, Nash began planning his next steps. The clinic might be small, but as long as the medicine was effective, he could still make a profit. "Yes, it's all about the medicine!" he affirmed. "Even though there aren't enough herbs to make any high-level pills, I can still whip up some energy-boosting and body-strengthening stuff." "Once I make some money, I'll buy better herbs and start making the good stuff. I'll be rolling in cash!" Fired up, Nash holed up in the clinic all day, busy making medicine. When he got hungry, he ate leftover instant noodles from his room. When he was thirsty, he just drank tap water. Without spiritual power, Nash worked way slower than usual. Normally, he could finish these simple medicines in under ten minutes, but it took him all day. By the end, he had made 50 bottles of Energy Tonic and 50 bottles of Body Strengthening Tonic. He also made three batches of medicine to treat his bladder infection. With everything set, Nash looked forward to making a killing the next day. That night, Nash fell asleep with a big smile on his face, dreaming sweet dreams. He dreamed of crowds packed in front of his clinic, all scrambling to buy his tonics. He dreamed of getting rich overnight. He even dreamed that his clinic would become the most famous in Nytherea. The sweet dreams faded as morning came. Nash got up early, cleaned up the front, and brought out a wooden sign he'd made. On it he'd written: "Peerless Miracle Medicine! Energy Tonic, Body Strengthening Tonic, 100 each! Don't miss out!" With everything ready, Nash sat at the clinic with a hot cup of tea, waiting for the crowds of patients to rush in and buy his Miracle Medicine. "Hahaha!" he laughed to himself. One Energy Tonic for 100 ten would be 1,000. Plus the Body Strengthening Tonic, he could easily rake in nearly 10,000 in a day. Nash's eyes burned with excitement as he stared at people walking by. The street was packed with people, but nobody even looked his way. "These ordinary people have no taste," he muttered. "Can't even recognize the Miracle Medicine made by the Medicine King. Are they blind or what?" Still, he told himself, all it would take was one patient, and his Miracle Medicine would be famous all over town. Sipping his tea, Nash comforted himself as time ticked by. An hour passed. Then two. Before he knew it, the entire morning had slipped away. Other than a dog peeing by his door and a five-year-old kid stopping for a second, not a single living soul came by. Nash couldn't help feeling a little bummed out. But hey, all great things start small. He wasn't giving up yet. That afternoon, Remy called out, "Hey Nash, are you running some kind of sale here?" Nash jumped up when he saw Remy. "Yeah, Remy!" Nash said excitedly. "I'm having a special sale today. Want to try some medicine?" Remy was a good guy. He'd always looked out for Nash. "Of course, we're neighbors," Remy said. "What kind of medicine do you have? I'll buy to help you out." Remy walked over as he spoke. "Remy, you're the best! I made two kinds of tonic yesterday. Energy Tonic, which gets your blood pumping, and Body Strengthening Tonic, which makes you strong as an ox." Remy laughed, "Nash, you're getting funnier every day. So how much are they?" "Not much, just 100 a bottle!" Nash said. "What? 100?" Remy was taken aback. "Yes," Nash confirmed. Remy's face fell. He ran a diner, so 100 was a lot. "Uh, Nash, can I get half a bottle? You know, business isn't great at my shop," Remy said. Nash smiled. "No worries, Remy! Since it's you, I'll give it to you for fifty bucks." "Awesome, thanks, man!" Remy said, heading back to get the cash. Nash was pumped. Finally, he'd made his first sale. Just as Nash was daydreaming, a sharp voice rang out. "Remy Wade, if you dare spend money on Nash's medicine, I'll divorce you!" Nash turned and saw a plump woman storming out of the diner, waving a stick in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. Remy, looking miserable, quickly tried to dodge. "Honey, come on! I'm just helping Nash out. We're neighbors…" "Help, my foot!" she snapped. "You think Nash's medicine is safe? The last time you took his hemorrhoid medicine, your mouth was swollen for half a month! You call that real medicine?" Nash and Remy were speechless.

Chapter 8: Grand Opening

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