He had just finished a re-attachment surgery, his robes still speckled with a fine spray of blood. Jake had been contemplating heading to the cafeteria for a cup of coffee and was about to cast a scourifying charm on his robes when a rough looking man practically carrying another burst through the emergency doors of St. Mungo's.
"Put him on the bed," Jake instructed firmly, as a few medi-witches came to the man's aide promptly. He leaned over the bed to start assessing the situation as the medi-witches rolled the bed and patient into a room.
Jake's eyes went wide as the patient began to speak and for a moment he didn't think he had heard the wizard correctly. That was a potion he had thought only existed in lore.
"Get me a bezoar stone, now!" Jake commanded to one of the medi-witches and began to cast diagonistic charms over the patient. Unknown potions were tricky, and often caustic to try and purge. A bezoar stone would be the quickest way to counter-act the effects and provide an antidote.