Chapter: 508

The absence of labels on the vial surfaces hinted at their unconventional origin. Clearly not the product of a formal pharmaceutical company. They likely bore the hallmark of individual craftsmanship.

Norah wagged her finger playfully, dismissing his response with a shake of her head.

“I spent the entire afternoon crafting them myself," Norah confessed with a hint of pride in her voice.

Her words filled Sean with surprise, prompting him to glance at Norah repeatedly, his expression reflecting his astonishment.

"You crafted them yourself?" Sean echoed, his voice tinged with appreciation.

Given Norah's medical expertise, her ability to concoct medication didn't seem entirely far-fetched. "You're incredible!" Sean exclaimed, admiration evident in his tone.

“You can say that again." Norah presented a porcelain vial to him, her eyes gleaming with confidence. "This contains antidotes capable of counteracting most knockout agents," she explained. “Just take one, and its effects will be instantaneous."

At the thought of Sasha's knockout drops, a shadow passed over Norah's features, betraying a hint of unease.

“The reason I was apprehended by the Breaker was due to the rapid onset of someone's knockout drops," Norah confessed, her voice tinged with frustration. "I didn't stand a chance to react."

At that critical moment, Norah carried several antidotes with her, yet the fleeting seconds robbed her of the opportunity to administer them.

“Take a few with you, just in case of any unexpected situations,”

Norah suggested, her voice tinged with concern.

Accidents were an inevitable part of life, reminding them of the importance of foresight and preparedness.

"Actually, I've delved into nearly all the knockout concoctions out there. Yet, I've never come across the knockout drops wielded by the Breaker. Sasha crafts them. Today, I managed to replicate a fraction of her formula. I can't help but ponder if mine can rival her signature knockout blend." Norah positioned the vial strategically before her, a silent barrier intended to thwart any attempt by Sean to lay claim to it.

“Did you replicate a similar drug just by catching a whiff of Sasha's knockout drops?" Surprise flickered across Sean's face, his eyes widening in astonishment.

Norah nodded affirmatively. "Indeed, but its effectiveness remains uncertain." Her nonchalant demeanor gave off the impression that she was discussing dinner plans rather than a serious matter.

Despite Sean's limited knowledge of pharmacy, he couldn't help but perceive Norah as a true prodigy in the field. Norah's competence was such that she could craft a drug bearing resemblance to Sasha's knockout drops after merely catching a single whiff of them.

"Here, take this antidote. You won't be needing those knockout drops, will you? I'll keep those for self-defense," she asserted, tucking it away securely. "And this is the hemostatic."

Norah then unveiled the centerpiece of her pharmaceutical venture. It was a remedy she planned to mass-produce in Otland.

"The hemostatic takes effect instantly," Norah explained, her voice laced with confidence. "Once applied, bleeding ceases immediately.

But it's somewhat less potent for staunching bleeding from deeper or larger wounds. Its efficacy primarily hinges on the severity of the injury." She paused, a proud glint in her eyes. “This is the pinnacle of my hemostatic concoction. I call it Rejuvenation Powder."

At the mention of the Rejuvenation Powder, Sean's eyes sparked with recognition. "Is this the Rejuvenation Powder they're peddling on the international black market for a hundred dollars a gram?" he inquired, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Rumors of the Rejuvenation Powder's miraculous effects spread far and wide. Word had it that once applied, any wound ceased to bleed.

Moreover, those treated with it were said to defy death's grasp, as if granted a reprieve by some divine intervention.