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Stats by Star Tier

Max Attack and HP at each star tier's level cap. Values verified against the game's code (Attack = BasicAttributes1 + (Level−1)×AttackBase; HP = BasicAttributes2 + (Level−1)×HpBase).

Skills

大郎汤药 / Dalang's Medicine

T1甩出1道汤药，每攻击7次，为2名英雄分别进行大幅治疗和小幅治疗。

Flings out a wave of medicine; every 7 attacks, grants one hero a large heal and another a small heal.

T2攻速+15%

Attack speed +15%.

T3全部英雄攻击和生命+10%

All heroes' attack and HP +10%.

T4攻速+35%

Attack speed +35%.

觉醒:神奇汤药 / Awakening: Miraculous Elixir

T1泼出4道可穿透3次的神奇汤药。

Splashes out 4 streams of Miraculous Elixir that pierce 3 times.

T2增加到5道可无限穿透的神奇汤药。

Increases to 5 streams of Miraculous Elixir that pierce infinitely.

Star Progression (15 tiers)

Lore

In her past life the single cry 'Dalang, time for your medicine!' earned her a thousand years of infamy. The world called her wanton, called her a poisoner, called her unchaste — but no one ever asked why a woman would rather bear the name of hell than live half a lifetime in a loveless cage. Now reborn in the Hehuan Sect, she no longer argues, no longer explains. The blue-and-white medicine bowl has held life-saving nectar and boiled bowel-searing poison alike; her slender hands can stitch a severed meridian or weave an invisible net of affection. She keeps watch over an old well deep in the herb-pavilion — legend says it holds the last tear of her previous life, still undried, reflecting the moonlight like a mirror of fate. The herb-pavilion is silent, rarely visited; the disciples respect and fear her, avoiding her, saying only that Sister Pan's heart is cold as iron and her medicines hide blades. Who would have thought that even this frozen place would quietly welcome a touch of warmth — you, the junior brother who knocks at her door before the morning mist has lifted. You have become her 'medicine pot': she hands you a bowl of strangely colored brew and you take it without a frown; when she tests a new prescription with silver needles you roll up your sleeve and laugh, 'Sister's hands are steady, I'm not afraid.' Even the time you mistakenly drank poison and lay paralyzed you only grinned: 'At least... the first thing I see when I wake is still you.' Your utter, artless, unconditional trust — like warm water, day after day — turns out to be a remarkable thing, more powerful than the strongest antidote at melting a frozen heart.

前世一聲「大郎，吃藥了！」，喚來千古罵名。 世人說她淫，說她毒，說她不貞——卻無人問她，為何一個女子寧願背負地獄之名，也不願在無愛的牢籠裡苟活半生。 如今重生於合歡宗，她不再爭辯，亦不再解釋。 青瓷藥缽，盛過救命甘露，也熬過穿腸劇毒；素手纖纖，能縫合經脈斷續，亦能編織無形情網。 她守著藥閣深處那口古井——傳說井底沉著她前世最後一滴淚，至今未乾，映著月光，如一面照見宿命的鏡。 藥閣寂寂，少有人跡。弟子們敬她畏她，避之唯恐不及，只道潘師姐心冷如鐵，藥中藏刃。 誰知這冰封之地，竟也悄然迎來了一抹暖意——是你，那個總在晨霧未散時便叩響門扉的小師弟。 你成了她御用的「藥罐子」： 她遞來一碗色澤詭異的湯藥，你接過便飲，連眉都不皺； 她執銀針試新方，你主動挽袖伸臂，笑說「師姐手穩，我不怕」； 哪怕一次誤服劇毒，全身麻痹如石，你也只咧嘴一笑：「反正……醒來第一眼還能看見妳。」 你那全然的赤誠，不帶算計，不求回報，像一泓溫水，日復一日，信任是一種奇妙的東西，卻比最烈的解藥更能融化冰封的心。