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Supreme therapist:My healing potions can even poison the gods

John gets a second chance at life, going back to the time before "The Gate to Another World" appeared. Betrayed in his past life as a pharmacist, he decides he can't trust anyone anymore. So, he opts for a hidden profession, becoming a poison master disguised as a regular pharmacist to everyone else. To the other awakened ones, John is just your run-of-the-mill potion maker. Little do they know, every healing potion he brews is laced with deadly poison. "John, heal me quick... Fuck! John, what did you do to me? Why have I turned bald?" "John!!Why did my penis turn into a mushroom after drinking your potion?" "You guys dare to drink John's healing potions? I saw with my own eyes last time, he threw a bottle of his healing potion and it directly stank a Corrupt Lord to death!" "And that's nothing! I saw a toxic serpent bite John, and guess what? The serpent got poisoned to death by him!" John sneered at the collapsed crowd, "I've said it before, though my potions are free, they come with some minor side effects. Want to get rid of the side effects? That'll cost extra!" ---------------------- Update Daily! 9 AM PST Please show your support if you enjoy the story! How can you show your support? Gift Power Stone! 150=1 bonus chapter 200=2 bonus chapters 500=3 bonus chapters Bonus release will drop the following week!

Doubleyolkeggs · Fantasia
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The Character of the Plague Doctor of Death?

The flames quickly spread from the trunk of the tree, eventually engulfing the entire demonic tree in intense fire, causing it to sway violently as if in agony.

The vines that had ensnared their prey gradually lost their strength, and the three people hung from the tree fell to the ground one after another.

John went over to check their injuries. All three of them were too weak.

Only Sini managed to struggle up from the ground, while the other two remained unconscious.

"Can you walk?" John asked, looking towards Sini.

Having been suspended for too long and having inhaled a significant amount of toxic miasma, Sini could barely keep herself upright.

She looked gravely at her ankle, which, due to the prolonged constriction by the vines and lack of blood circulation, had turned bruised and purple. Even the slightest movement caused her intense pain.

"I probably can't walk, sorry..." Sini said with a helpless and bitter smile.