This was a tenfold dilution of the Healing Potion. It wasn't that she was a profiteer.
Rather, it was a formula she'd developed after a series of experiments.
The formula's hemostatic effect wasn't bad, it just didn't heal wounds as quickly.
The price she set was also just 50 regular Crystal Cores for a small vial.
"Can I buy a few more vials?"
Fern Spencer asked.
But Claire Warner shook her head.
"There's a limit of one vial per person."
She did this to prevent people from hoarding large quantities of the hemostatic spray.
"Alright, I'll just take one then."
Fern Spencer understood the reasoning; good things couldn't be in unlimited supply.
Fortunately, although the spray vial was small, it could be used many times.
After all, bleeding out in the open was a death sentence.
As long as it could stop the bleeding, it was life-saving medicine.
"By the way, that blondie named Keith Dempsey is probably one of Hugo Crawford's men."
Fern Spencer said before she left.
