One potion

Rose eyed the potion feeling surprised. She was not expecting Russell to bring something so fast.

"But, you told me that your medicine would take atleast three weeks to get ready. Then what is this?" she asked feeling pleasantly surprised.

Russell grinned proudly.

"Like I said, that one person came to help you today" he spoke mysteriously.

Rose did not understand what he meant.

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously.

He smiled, vaguely remembering the day when he saved this particular tribal doctor.

"It doesn't matter now. What matters is this. Drink this potion now. It will give the strength you need to save the babies" he told her and gave her the potion.

Rose took the potion and pulled open the lid. The smell of the leaves and something else assaulted her senses. The smell itself is not unpleasant, but different.

"Grandpa, this smells, weird" she observed and looked inside the pot curiously.

Russell chuckled with mirth.

"This is the raw version of your medicine. I didn't get a cha