78. A Temporary Solution

Gavin stops his practice when he hears a knock at his door. A quick scan with his spiritual field reveals that it is already morning. A maid has arrived with two servants carrying water and clothes. 

Gavin says, "Come in," then pays them no further attention. 

He closes his eyes again and checks his professional progress, finding that he is only 30% away from reaching Rank 4. 

The maid says, "Sir, we are leaving. Do you need anything?" 

Gavin stands and heads into the bathroom to freshen up—not because he needs to, but because he must act human in this world. He also changes into local attire, adapting to the customs. 

This world resembles the ancient Asian world he had seen in movies and dramas in his previous life. 

When he exits the bathroom, he finds Sterza waiting. 

"Why are you here?" he asks. 

Sterza replies, "Help me learn the language of this world." 

Gavin raises an eyebrow. "The language proficiency scroll you used is finished?" 

Sterza shakes her head. "I don't know why, but its effect wears off in a day instead of lasting a week." 

She frowns. "Something is wrong with this world." 

If Sterza hadn't brought this up, Gavin wouldn't have noticed. 

He expands his spiritual field and focuses on the world's energy. 

He soon realizes that this world does not use spiritual energy but a different type of energy. 

This energy contains no elemental power, moves slowly, and feels heavy. 

The locals call it Vital Energy because of its healing properties. 

He and Sterza had not noticed it before because they are of the Blood Race—even though Sterza only has a quarter of Blood Race blood. 

Their bodies are naturally attuned to absorbing healing energy from any source, automatically converting it into magic energy. 

If they had been from another race, they would have noticed the difference immediately. 

Gavin shares his discovery with Sterza and then creates a memory file to help her learn the language spoken in this world. 

Without warning, he sends the memory file directly into Sterza's mind. 

She clutches her head, wincing at the sudden intrusion of such a large amount of information. 

After five minutes, she rubbed her temples, glaring at him. "You should have warned me before shoving such a huge chunk of memory into my mind!" 

Then, catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her expression darkens further. 

"My hair is ruined because of you!" 

Gavin simply shrugs, unconcerned. 

At that moment, he hears footsteps approaching from the distance. 

With his spirit field, he identifies the person—Lou Xi. 

His gaze shifts to Sterza, who is hurriedly trying to fix her hair. 

If Lou Xi were to see her in Gavin's room with her hair disheveled, he might misunderstand. 

So, with a flick of his spirit power, Gavin restored her hairstyle to how it was before. 

Sterza, catching her reflection in the mirror, blinks in surprise. 

"You can do this?" 

Gavin shrugs again and replies, "Your admirer is here." 

Sterza, distracted, asks, "Who?" 

Just then, a voice calls out, "Miss Sterza and Mr. Gavin." 

Gavin stands and walks out of his room, spotting Lou Xi outside Sterza's door. 

"Mr. Lou," Gavin greets. 

Lou Xi turns toward him, then notices Sterza stepping out of Gavin's room. 

A flicker of emotion crosses his face, but he quickly composes himself. 

Walking toward them, Lou Xi says, "I came to call you both for breakfast." 

They follow him to an outdoor table, set under the morning sun. 

The air is crisp and cool, a reminder that it is autumn in this world.

After breakfast, Gavin says, "Can anyone lead me? I want to check on the plague patients." 

Fang Ping responds, "I'm going to check on some potions. You can come with me." 

Gavin nods. "Then, thank you, Mr. Fang." 

Fang Ping waves it off. "No need for such respect. You're helping the people of my city. Just call me by my name." 

Gavin replies, "Then you can also call me by name." 

Lou Xi turns to Sterza. "Miss Sterza, what are you planning to do today?" 

Sterza answers, "I will follow Gavin." 

Fifteen minutes later, Gavin, Fang Ping, Lou Xi, and Sterza are inside a carriage, leaving the mansion. 

Gavin has already formed a plan to develop believers in this city. 

For a week, he will use energy from the Life Sculpting Profession to slightly heal patients, easing their symptoms for two or three days. 

Then, he will create a potion that temporarily improves their condition for a week—making them feel better without obvious signs of the plague. 

For those on the verge of death, the potion will lower the fatality rate from 60% to 40%. 

After some time, they arrive and step out of the carriage. 

Gavin looks around. The streets are nearly empty, with only five to seven people visible, all fully covered. 

They are not covered due to fear, but because the plague only affects those below True Rank. 

Following Fang Ping, they enter a house where a plague patient is in critical condition—dying and moments away from death. 

Fang Ping examines the patient, then steps back and sighs. "I can't help him." 

Gavin, without a word, sends a wisp of life energy into the patient's body. 

Lou Xi, standing beside him, notices the action and asks, "What did you just do?" 

Before Gavin can respond, Lou Xi notices the patient's pale cheeks regain color and their breathing steady. 

Eyes widening, Lou Xi shouts, "Fang Ping, come here!" 

A minute later, Fang Ping rushes back. "What is it?" 

Lou Xi gestures toward the bed. "Check the patient." 

Fang Ping examines him, his expression shifting from disbelief to shock—the patient has returned to normal.

Fang Ping examines the patient, his expression shifting from disbelief to shock—the man has returned to normal. 

"How?" Fang Ping asks. 

Gavin replies, "It's because of my internal energy, but it will only last for three days. After that, he'll return to his previous condition." 

Fang Ping checks the patient more carefully and confirms Gavin's words. The man stirs, groaning as he slowly opens his eyes to see four people hovering over him. Recognizing Fang Ping, he weakly asks, "Dr. Fang Ping, am I okay?" 

Fang Ping shakes his head. "No. This gentleman's internal energy has only suppressed the plague inside your body for three days. If we don't find a solution by then, you'll return to the same condition you were in a few minutes ago." 

Hearing her husband's voice, the man's wife rushes into the room. "This gentleman can help my husband again after three days, right?" 

Gavin shakes his head. "No. My internal energy can only support him once." 

The wife, desperate, falls to her knees, clutching Gavin's leg. "Please, you have to save him!" 

Gavin gently pries her off and lifts her to her feet. "I don't have a cure for the plague, but I can prescribe a medicine that will strengthen his body. A stronger body can resist the plague longer." 

The man's eyes light up. "Doctor, please give me the prescription!" 

Gavin warns, "Using this medicine will cause bone-wrenching pain." 

The wife, determined, replies, "It's better than dying." 

"Bring me something to write on," Gavin instructs. 

The wife rushes out of the room. 

Fang Ping turns to him. "What's in the prescription?" 

Gavin tells him the ingredients. Fang Ping's face darkens. "That's poison." 

Lou Xi, Sterza, and the patient freeze in shock. 

Fang Ping quickly clarifies, "It's a slow-acting poison. If taken regularly over a long period—about a month—the poison will take effect." 

Gavin reassures them. "Don't worry. I'll also write an antidote." 

The wife returns with writing materials. Gavin writes both the prescription and the antidote. 

Handing it to the man, Gavin explains, "Mix the medicine in a large tub and soak in it for as long as possible. That will maximize the effect. Only then should you take the antidote. Since you're sick, limit it to once a day." 

Leaving the house, Fang Ping turns to Lou Xi. "You should go to the Herb Center run by the city. Otherwise, they may refuse to provide the necessary herbs. Explain the situation to the doctors there." 

Lou Xi nods. "I'll go." 

Gavin adds, "Sterza, you should go with him." 

Sterza frowns. "Why?" 

Gavin's expression hardens. "The plague isn't natural. It was man-made." 

The three freeze. 

"What?" Fang Ping asks, stunned. "Are you sure?" 

Gavin nods. "At the Herb Center, there may be accomplices of those who created the plague. They could try to interfere when they hear about the solution. If that happens, you'll need to use force to take control." 

Lou Xi hesitates. "That's a crime." 

Fang Ping sighs. "Desperate times call for desperate measures. If no one tries to stop you, then Miss Sterza won't have to act. But if they do, you'll know they're involved. This is about saving lives." 

Lou Xi clenches his fists before nodding. "Alright." 

Gavin says, "Then let's split up." 

Lou Xi and Sterza leave. 

Fang Ping turns to Gavin. "How many people can your internal energy heal?" 

Gavin, knowing he could heal as many as he wanted, simply says, "Twenty-five a day." 

Fang Ping nods. "Then let's get started."