The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Naanman sat by the window, looking at the gloomy sky outside. Since Gerling left, her mood was like the gray clouds, dull and hopeless. The raindrops outside the window gently tapped on the windowsill, making a slight sound, as if mourning for her loss.

"He's really gone." She said to herself, her fingers gently sliding over the bottle of potion on the table that was flickering with a faint light. The things that Gerling left for her before he left, like the memories he left behind, lingered in her mind. These potions and tools were his expectations for her, and the beliefs he passed on to her.

"Naanman, you must remember that when you encounter difficulties, don't give up easily." She seemed to hear Gerlin's voice again, affectionate and firm.

Her fingers gently stroked the rusty tool, which was once the most commonly used tool by Gerling and accompanied him through countless days and nights. At this moment, this tool seemed particularly important.

She closed her eyes and pictured Gerling teaching her how to use these tools to make medicine—his serious and focused face, his encouraging glances from time to time—coming to her mind.

"Nana, you have to believe in yourself." Gerlin's voice sounded in her ears again, as if it was right next to her.

"But how can I continue?" Naanman whispered to herself, her voice choking with sobs. She knew that Gerling's figure was getting farther and farther away, and she had to face all the challenges in the future alone.

The rain outside the window gradually got heavier, as if urging her to make a decision. Naanman stood up and took a deep breath. The air around her seemed to be soaked by the thick humidity and she couldn't breathe. She silently made up her mind: she must not stop because of Gerling's departure. She would engrave his teachings in her heart and prove herself with her actions.

"If I want change, I must take action," she said to the empty room, her voice gradually becoming firmer.

Naanman walked to the table and carefully examined the potions. Under Gerlin's guidance, she had already learned some basic potion preparations, but now, facing bottles of unfamiliar materials, she was filled with anxiety.

"This bottle is Dream Dew, that bottle is Soul Grass..." She recited them one by one, gradually becoming familiar with them. "Let's try it today and see if I can do it well."

She began to prepare with great enthusiasm, using the tools that Gerling had left for her to configure one by one. However, whenever she held the tools and concentrated, Gerling's figure would always appear in her mind. His guidance and her dream became her greatest motivation.

Just as she was concentrating on preparing the medicine, the door was suddenly pushed open and Lulu rushed in, drenched by the rain.

"Nana! What are you doing here?" Lulu was stunned, her eyes filled with surprise and confusion.

"Lulu, you're here." Naanman raised her head and a smile broke out on her face, but it was immediately covered by a trace of sadness.

"What's wrong with you? Is it because of Gerlin?" Lulu walked closer and asked with concern.

Naanman nodded and whispered, "He's gone. I have to face everything alone now."

"But, can you make so many potions by yourself?" Lulu looked at the bottles and jars on the table and couldn't help but worry for her.

"I have to try." Naanman said in a firm tone: "This is the legacy that Gerling left me. I can't let him down."

Lulu looked at Naanman and felt her stubborn determination. Holding her shoulders, Lulu softly said, "I want to help you too. Although I don't know how to make medicine, I can accompany you and face it together."

Hearing this, Naanman's eyes sparkled with tears, and she looked at Lulu gratefully: "Thank you, Lulu, with you by my side, I am no longer alone."

"Okay then! Let's try it together." Lulu also became excited. She took off her wet coat quickly, rolled up her sleeves, and prepared to help Naanman.

"Can you help me measure these ingredients?" Naanman pointed at the herbs beside her, "Follow the proportions that Gerlin taught me."

"Okay, I'll be right there!" Lulu walked forward, took out materials from different bottles, and weighed them carefully.

In the next two hours, they cooperated well with each other. Although there were several small mistakes in the middle, they always maintained an optimistic attitude.

"Naanman, I heard that a strange disease has recently appeared in the village. Many people are suffering from fever and feeling weak." Lulu said on the side, "If we can make a suitable medicine, maybe we can help them."

"You're right. Gerling always said that medicine should serve people, not just experiments." Naanman's eyes sparkled, and a passion rose in her heart. She felt the responsibility and mission she shouldered, and became more determined.

The two continued to work towards this goal, almost forgetting the time, until night fell and the rain outside finally stopped. The faint moonlight shone through the window, shining on them, as if giving them strength.

Naanman reached out and took the bottle of potion, her eyes full of relief. "Yes, this is just the beginning. Our efforts have not been in vain. I will take these potions to the village to try tomorrow."

“Are you really planning to go? There are many people in the village waiting for our help.” Lulu said seriously.

"Of course, Gerlin's teachings made me understand that as doctors, we have the responsibility to help those in need." Naanman smiled slightly, with determination in her eyes.