Severe contact dermatitis.
This was an occupational disease for emergency room Nurses and one of the sources of suffering for this poor family.
"I think you might need this, Aunt Sarah."
Alice walked over with the glass bowl and handed it to Sarah.
"What is this, some kind of new yogurt? But I don't have an appetite for breakfast right now." Sarah opened her eyes, looked at the bowl of cream-like substance, and frowned.
"It's not for eating, it's for applying."
Alice said as she pulled over Sarah's hand, which was covered in red rashes.
"Alice, stop it. I've tried all the ointments; even steroid hormones are useless."
Sarah instinctively wanted to pull her hand back, but Alice was quick.
A glob of snow-white paste was smeared onto the back of Sarah's red, swollen hand.
The next second.
Sarah's words, originally intended to complain, got stuck in her throat.
The burning, stinging sensation and itching that had been tormenting her every moment miraculously calmed down the instant the paste touched her skin.
The feeling was like dipping hands that were about to burn up into a cool, clear spring in the middle of a hot desert.
"Oh..."
Sarah couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, her furrowed brow instantly smoothing out.
As Alice gently massaged it, the paste was quickly absorbed by the dry, starved skin. The skin, which had been tight, shiny, and covered in cracks, visibly softened, and that terrible deep red color was slowly fading away.
"Where did you buy this?"
Sarah looked at her hand in surprise and raised her head in disbelief.
"This is definitely not that two-dollar-a-tube Vaseline from the pharmacy; it feels even better than that imported French face cream I snuck a use of from the dermatology director's office."
"I made it myself."
Alice turned around and started tidying up the bottles and jars on the counter, her tone as plain as if she were saying, "I fried an egg."
"Using the aloe in the kitchen, a few eggs, and the aspirin and vitamin E in your drawer."
"What?"
Sarah's eyes widened, looking at the magical bowl of paste in her hand, then at the table full of eggshells and medicine wrappers.
"You're saying you used these scraps to make this?"
"To be precise, using acetylsalicylic acid to soften the stratum corneum, combined with ovalbumin to repair the barrier, plus a little aloe extract to soothe and reduce inflammation."
Alice said rigorously.
"As long as you control the reaction temperature and ratio, this kind of basic biochemical synthesis is no harder than baking a soufflé. Of course, for those who can't even memorize the periodic table, this really does seem like magic."
Sarah opened her mouth, clearly not understanding that string of chemical terms.
But the feeling on her hands couldn't deceive her.
That long-lost sense of relief made her want to cry.
"Fine, I don't care if this is Alchemy or what, but this stuff is simply a gift from God."
Sarah carefully held up the glass bowl, as if holding the Holy Grail, looking at it with joy in her eyes.
"I'm going to take it all to the hospital. My God, if you could have made this sooner, maybe I wouldn't have had my bonus docked for being short-tempered."
...
In the evening.
When Alice was sitting on the old sofa in the living room, flipping through a magazine about "A History of Osborn Industries," the apartment door was pushed open violently.
Aunt Sarah rushed in like a whirlwind.
Unlike her decadent state in the morning, she was radiant now, her eyes shining in a frightening way.
"Alice, Alice, you absolutely cannot guess what happened today."
Sarah held out her hands to show Alice, her voice trembling with excitement.
The hands that had been red, swollen, peeling, and even somewhat ulcerated, while not fully recovered to their original state, had seen the redness and swelling subside by 80%. Those tiny cracks had already healed and scabbed over, and the skin showed a healthy pale pink color.
Just one day.
For stubborn contact dermatitis, this was simply a miracle.
"That mean head Nurse, that old hag who picks on everyone all day, after seeing my hands today, actually grabbed me and asked for half an hour what brand of miracle drug this was."
Sarah waved her arms excitedly, like a little girl who had won the lottery.
"She is willing to pay twenty U.S. dollars for a bottle, twenty U.S. dollars!"
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