Chapter 403: The Miracle Burn Salve, Cooling Ointment, Was Done

Ian Webberlye's brows drew together on instinct. He had run Benevolent Herb Hall for decades. He had lived and breathed pharmacology. He would not claim mastery of medicine, but he knew enough to read a body at a glance. By his own reckoning, he was still in decent shape. Aside from the occasional bout of fatigue, nothing seemed out of place. "How do you mean, young man?" Ian asked, piling on a genial smile. His tone stayed warm. "These old bones of mine are still sturdy. I haven't felt unwell." "Sir,...