The Diagnostic Apothecary

A Healer Shopkeeper LitRPG

Six months since her last licensed brew. Three weeks until the lease lapses. The Verolan Cleric's Guild expelled Sera Wexton at thirteen for diagnosing a senior cleric's hidden curse during evening service — and she has been running her grandmother's apothecary on Threadneedle Lane ever since, the wrong way. The Guild sells diagnoses by tithed subscription and waits six weeks before audience. Sera reads a patient's soul-state and compounds the cure live in front of them. Two stats run her whole class: Diagnosis and Compounding. The System keeps a Casebook. Black ink for correct. Red ink for misdiagnosis. Grey ink for outcomes she never learns. In chapter one, a beggar named Cole walks in with a temple-curse no licensed cleric will read — and pays her in a wax-sealed token bearing the personal seal of the Verolan High Arbiter himself.