Medical Genius Unspeakable Marriage (Matthew Larson) novel Chapter 3731

"Don't ask what you should not ask, or I will have my boss turn you into a one-eyed butcher again."

Bailey had learned to answer back without thinking, and her words cut like a knife.

"Alright, Miss High and Mighty, I get it." The butcher spat and shook his head. "Blood smells awful. It tastes worse, and I will kill a few more animals and bring fresh blood to the clinic tonight so you can stop fussing."

Bailey thanked him and left quickly.

At dusk, the butcher rolled a cart up to the clinic, and the cart held a churn filled with animal blood.

Matthew told Bailey to boil the blood down until only thick sediment remained and then to collect the sediment in a jar.

When the city slept, Matthew worked alone, and he used his power to refine the sediment into clear crystals.

He mixed the crystals into the potion he had already prepared, and he added a touch of licorice juice for balance.

He touched the mixture to his tongue, and he nodded because the color, smell, and taste matched the original closely now.

The main parts had been Larkspur Blossom and Grief's Bane, which were poisons, but Matthew weakened their deadly parts, and he extracted the nerve exciting compounds.

The potion gave a fierce rush and a false sense of unleashed power that matched the Medusa Gang's drug exactly.

The worst part was the addiction, and the high always left a hollow exhaustion that pushed the user to want another dose.

As people drank again and again, toxins piled up and the body broke down.

They would become ghosts who lived in dreams and who died inside those dreams.

This was Matthew's plan to break the enemy from within.

"I made enough for months," Matthew said as he filled black glass vials and locked them in the underground chamber.

A few nights later, someone pounded on the clinic door at midnight again.

Matthew expected Sogan, so he let the gorgon mark appear.

They went down into the hidden lab together, and Sogan stopped at the rows of black vials.

His eyes widened with hunger.

"This is excellent. With your skill, we can scale production at headquarters," Sogan praised with real heat in his voice.

Matthew felt anger when Sogan mentioned headquarters.

But he smiled and said, "Please recommend me to the emissary."

Sogan's brow tightened when Matthew said the emissary.

Matthew watched him, and he asked calmly, "Captain, you seem troubled. Tell me what it is."

Sogan looked at Matthew, and he decided to speak because talking was better than brooding alone.

"It is the emissary's assignment," Sogan said, and his voice dropped. "Headquarters needs fetal blood for the next batch of reagents."

When Matthew heard that, his jaw tightened and his hand almost closed on Sogan's throat.

"But our local supply of pregnant women runs out fast," Sogan went on, "I sent men farther out, but they cannot bring back a single sample yet."