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... ed inside the clinic. From where he stood, he could already smell the distinctive fragrance of numerous herbs. With his years of experience as an herbalist, he could already tell from the smell alone that these herbs were precious.

The first floor of the clinic was where the patients are required to wait. It was also where the stock room was located. This stock room was where Leric was planning to meditate. He might even find herbs there that could help him increase his meditation speed! ...

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