Chapter 855

• He popped the cap, poured the pills into his palm, brought them to his nose, then cracked one open with his phone. A harsh, chemical sourness exploded out, tangled with a bitter tang that was hard to describe.
• “This isn’t right. Rifaximin shouldn’t sting your nose like rancid acid. And the lactitol? The smell and purity are way off.” The doctor pinched a bit of the crushed powder, lifted it into the light. “Too dark. Unknown crystalline junk in it. My advice? Call 911.”
• With that, the doctor waved his assistant in and sent the meds off for testing.