Constructing-Style Wizard

About injecting the enhancement potion, Noland Lee found himself overthinking.

Having seen too many sci-fi and fantasy works before he time-travelled, an image would always surface in his mind whenever he heard about biochemical transformations and injections. It was a scene from a movie: o

He was stripped naked and then pushed into a big glass jar filled with liquid.

Medical staff operated the injection device inside the glass jar from a mechanical panel nearby. With a slicing sound, a row of needles pierced his skin. Then, he would start to scream, welcoming his transformed body while wailing aloud.

But it wasn’t like that at all.

At least not when taking the first enhancement injection.

Accompanied by Corporal Mars, Noland Lee followed the normal physical examination procedure. He measured his height, weight, blood pressure, and pulse, had his ears, nose and throat examined, and had his blood and urine samples collected.

After he took a bath and changed into a hospital gown, Nurse Melinda, pushing a medical trolley, entered his private room and began to prepare the injector on-site.

The enhancement potion was not ready-made. It required the nurse to mix it on-site before injection, which involved a process of blending various elixirs and medicinal powders.

Corporal Mars glanced at Melinda, who was busy next to the medical trolley, and then turned to Noland, saying:

“I’ll head back to the station first, Jarvis. In a few days, when Sergeant Alvin Stafford gets the spoils of war, I’ll come back with the main force. Just stay here until the adverse reaction disappears. If anything happens, tell Melinda, and she’ll notify me through the medical department.”

“Okay, Chief, don’t forget my book,” Noland said, sitting up on his bed.

“No problem, I’ll leave your books at the door of the medical department before I leave the fortress.”

Corporal Mars walked to Melinda, whispered a few words in her ear, and then he left the single room after giving Noland some lovey-dovey display.

Noland squinted his eyes slightly as he looked at the injector in Melinda’s hand.

A pale golden elixir was slowly being filled into the glass tube of the injector. It was the product Melinda made after mixing several potions, which would soon be injected into Noland’s body.

Noland took a look with his Deconstruction Technique.

It required a whopping 3000 energy points to deconstruct this thing completely. It was undoubtedly the crystal of the biochemical mutation route and the stepping stone to the “Imperial Fist.”

“Melinda, is it possible for this enhancement potion to be cracked by illegal forces?” Noland asked.

Melinda put the injector aside, took an alcohol swab and came over to Noland’s bedside. She asked him to roll up his sleeve.

After some thought, she started to disinfect Noland’s arm, saying:

“It probably won’t be cracked by illegal forces. Regardless, ever since I joined Division Intelligence Unit Three, I haven’t heard of any illegal forces or pharmaceutical groups that have cracked the formula of the enhancement potion. Division Intelligence Unit Three is very careful about this, and they take their security measures very seriously.”

She pointed at the medical trolley:

“Take me for example. You saw how skilled I was when I mixed the medicine on-site, without making any mistakes. But actually, I don’t know the names or effects of those drugs as the nurse. I can only identify them by the characteristics of water and powders given in the operation manual provided by Division Intelligence Unit Three, and then mix them according to the standardized operation process.”

“That’s really thorough…” Noland sighed.

“Yes. I’ll have to return the empty bottles next. They have to be stored in a locked room. Not one bottle can be missing. Even the residue of medicine needs to be removed.”

After finishing the disinfection, Melinda took the injector and aimed it at Noland’s arm.

A short burst of pain was followed by the complete injection of the pale golden plivir

As Melinda quickly cleaned up the medical trolley, she told him:

“You should lie down now. You’ll most likely become drowsy within five minutes. You might sleep for 24 hours. If you wake up, just pull the cord by the bed, and the on-duty nurse will come to check on you.”

“Alright, Melinda, thank you.” Noland stretched out his legs and covered himself with a blanket.

“Did your mission go smoothly this time, Jarvis? Did you run into any dangers?” Melinda asked before she left.

Noland considered for a half-second and then responded:

“It was a bit close. We ran into some difficult enemies, but luckily the legion commander called for backup in time. Once the backup arrived, Mars and I retreated from the Grave Vault.”

. I’m always worried that Mars might not return one day…” Melinda opened the door, pushed her cart out and left.

Noland looked up and saw Melinda’s worried face.

Well, it couldn’t be helped.

In a battle, how could there be no dangers? Especially when the enemy was the Undead.

Noland could only silently send his blessings to the pair.

However, judging from the relationship between Mars and Captain Murphy, Mars’ safety should not be a big problem. After all, he held a copper whistle that could call for Captain Murphy, which meant he could call for powerful backup at any time.

As for Noland himself, he needed to secure more trump cards as soon as possible.

Thinking about his future plans, Noland gradually began to feel sleepy.

He yawned, adjusted his sleeping posture, and closed his eyes on the soft bed.

His consciousness began to dip endlessly, as if sliding into a bottomless abyss. Right on the verge of falling asleep, a line of text appeared in front of his eyes..