I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Patient: Three-headed dog-man, left dog head fell off, dog head sutured back in place, patient died from excessive blood loss, consultation fee: one white cat."

"Patient: Louisa the Slit-Mouthed Woman, left forearm fracture, fracture resetting surgery, successful. Consultation fee: 150 copper coins on credit from Louisa the Slit-Mouthed Woman for one night's service (rejected!)."

"Patient: Miss Mermaid Kasha, facial disfigurement, skin graft surgery successful. Consultation fee: Miss Mermaid's virginity (to be settled). Address: 64 Carfield Street, sewers."

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In the dimly lit study, a thick surgical record book lay open on the desk.

The dim light of the kerosene lamp shone on Charlotte's face, and his expression was one of utter shock: "This doctor, he doesn't actually charge a consultation fee properly? He even lets you pay on credit!"

This was his second day after his time travel.

As a veterinarian at a state-owned livestock farm, the go-to sterilization expert for three pet hospitals, and the king of squeamish among working people, Charlotte ultimately got herself into trouble.

It's not a disease to be lazy, it's poverty that's the problem.

His parents died early, and his grandfather borrowed money to raise him. After graduating, he still hadn't finished paying off his student loans when his grandfather fell ill and passed away, at which point he borrowed another 100,000 yuan.

The insurmountable debt made Charlotte extremely greedy for money; only money could give him a sense of security.

He has always lacked a sense of security.

  

After realizing he had traveled through time, Charlotte was briefly flustered. She first checked her wallet and found only seven copper coins.

They searched the entire clinic, even checking under all the jars in the kitchen where the strange organs were soaking.

He confirmed a terrible fact—he was still a pauper.

Charlotte: 凸（艹皿艹）！

It absorbed the remaining fragments of the original owner's memories. The original owner was named Charlotte, a doctor who ran a private clinic and was quite well-known in the Abyss.

Sounds pretty good?

But this is not Earth, but a bizarre fantasy world called Aesop, where dragons, demons, orcs, elves, dwarves, and humans coexist, and vampires, Frankenstein's monsters, ghouls, and other creatures roam the wilderness.

Compared to the neighboring free city of Kalva, the underground city of "The Abyss" is synonymous with disorder and chaos.

Gang families exploit the common people, addictive drugs are rampant, criminals, monsters, and Frankenstein's monsters lurk in the shadows, and succubi solicit business on the streets.

This place is full of poor people!

You can't be sure if the next patient will be a vampire or a stitched-together monster, and you can't guarantee you'll receive payment.

Being a doctor is extremely risky and offers very low rewards.

However, in Charlotte's memory, he was once the shining light of the prestigious Kalva Medical School, a gifted pharmacist, a fourth-tier high-level healing magician, a promising star doctor, and a prodigy admired by all!

Because of his strong advocacy for medical reform and promotion of surgery, he was not tolerated by the traditional medical community.

The trial by the church led to his expulsion from the Medical Association and the revocation of his medical license within a month, making him a disgrace to the Calva Medical College! A fallen potion master! A despicable butcher!

He was then imprisoned for several surgical accidents and had his magical abilities revoked.

After being imprisoned for a year, he was dumped by his fiancée and expelled from Calva. Left with no other choice, he entered the abyss and opened this private clinic to make a living.

"This is a hellish start!" Charlotte thought with a chill in her heart.

"Calm down! At least you're a proper doctor now, and you have a clinic. Survival isn't a problem." Charlotte tried to calm herself down and then tried to recall memories related to medicine.

Ten minutes later.

Charlotte's eyes were glazed over, and her hands and feet were ice-cold.

All memories related to medicine and pharmacy are missing!

Although the original owner's patients had extremely high mortality rates during surgery, even finger reattachment surgery had resulted in deaths.

But he is, after all, a doctor, and a properly trained one at that.

His medical skills were the foundation upon which he stood in the abyss.

Now that capital is gone!

Charlotte felt a little uneasy. Although his profession was somewhat related to medicine, he was, after all, just a veterinarian.

He's only ever played one doctor simulation game.

Let him treat people?

Wouldn't that make them medical butchers?

Pacing back and forth in the study, Charlotte suppressed her panic and began to consider her current situation.

Today is a business day, and the memo already has three patients scheduled for appointments, with more patients expected to arrive.

If he couldn't complete the diagnosis and treatment, he couldn't afford to offend those terrible patients.

run away?

It's definitely not safe to enter Kalva.

Is it going to be ravaged by a Frankenstein's monster in the wilderness, or to be groped by a gangster hiding in the shadows of the abyss?

What worries Charlotte the most is her lack of money.

My cash assets are seven copper coins, which have a purchasing power in the Abyss similar to seven yuan, just enough for a pancake and a bowl of porridge for breakfast today.

Although there was no large debt, the rent was due soon, and the seemingly kind landlady had reportedly eaten at the expense of three tenants.

Money! Money! Money!

Even after time-traveling, making money remains his inescapable destiny!

As Charlotte stepped out of the study, she began to carefully examine the clinic.

The double wooden doors are three meters high. Inside the doors is the consultation room, and there is a stone bed on the right.

Behind the counter directly opposite the door was a row of cabinets, with dozens of teardrop-shaped glass bottles containing magic potions on the top shelf.

The lower level contained dozens of glass jars filled with a blue liquid, containing various bizarre organs: eyeballs, hearts, fingers...

Charlotte caught a glimpse of the black heart still beating in the glass jar in the corner!

These are the clinic's most valuable assets; even low-level stamina recovery potions can sell for 100 copper coins.

Although the relevant memories are missing, fortunately, the original owner had a good habit of keeping a diary.

Skipping over the records of him walking alone through dark alleys and generously helping the succubus lady, Charlotte found some descriptions of the effects of potions and some of their recipes in the diary.

The various organs were left behind by the guests. Charlotte would collect a portion of the organs from those guests who died on the operating table and were unable to pay their fees.

To the right of the consultation room was an operating room. Pushing open the door, a putrid stench that even medicine couldn't mask wafted out, and the walls were covered with splattered blood.

On the shelf next to the stone bed, a rusty saw still had bits of meat hanging on it, a short knife was stained with blood, and a heavy hammer weighing over ten kilograms leaned against the side.

It looks more like a crime scene.

"Even slaughterhouses are cleaner than this..." Charlotte shook her head.

With surgical instruments that were not sterilized at all, coupled with an extreme surgical environment, it was a miracle that the patient was able to get off the operating table.

The second floor is the residential area, which Charlotte had already familiarized herself with last night.

Besides him, there was also an indigenous person in the clinic.

Charlotte stepped out of the operating room and her gaze fell on the white cat sitting on the counter.

It was a lion cat with heterochromatic golden and blue eyes, long white fur, and a particularly long ring of fur around its neck, making it look like a small white lion.

Its pink little paws were folded together, a rather elegant posture.

This is the consultation fee paid by the three-headed orc who died on the operating table. He had only been at the clinic for three days and was about one year old.

Meow~

Noticing Charlotte's gaze, the white cat retracted its claws, arched its back slightly, raised its tail slightly, and bared its teeth, letting out a low growl as a warning.

Charlotte took a small dried fish from a snack bag and tossed it in front of the white cat, laughing, "Don't be nervous, I'm not planning to eat you. I'm counting on you to help me catch mice."

The white cat looked at the dried fish in front of it, then at Charlotte, seemingly caught in a dilemma.

Bang bang bang!

Just then, a rapid knocking sounded on the door.

The white cat picked up a dried fish and darted under the cabinet, its left front leg seemingly limping slightly.

"Patients are here so early?" Charlotte was surprised, then reassured herself, "If the clinic can stay open even with a mortality rate of over 70% for routine surgeries, I should be able to manage, right?"

"I am Charlotte, I am Charlotte, I am Charlotte..." Charlotte repeated to herself several times. Opening the door to welcome guests meant that she had fully accepted the fact that she had transmigrated and decided to live again in this world as Charlotte.

Making money and living a good life remains his goal.

Taking a deep breath, Charlotte calmly opened the door.

As dawn broke, light pierced through the gaps above the abyss, diluted by the thick fog mixed with coal smoke into a pale, faint glow.

And standing in this misty white fog was a woman.

Her long silver hair reached her waist, and pink, fluffy fox ears peeked out from her hair. Her features were exquisite and alluring, especially her foxy eyes, which seemed to possess a captivating magic.

She wore an ice-blue, tight-fitting long dress, her slender waist accentuating her full breasts. A gentle breeze lifted a corner of her skirt, revealing her long, snow-white, and shapely legs, while her bright red high heels were as vivid as blood!

That's a fairy!

Charlotte looked at the woman at the door and smiled, saying, "Mrs. Diana, what brings you here?"

"Today is rent payment day, you haven't forgotten, have you?" The woman looked at him with a smile, her eyes carrying a hint of allure.

"This..." Charlotte looked troubled. This was the landlady whom the original owner of the body remembered as someone she couldn't afford to offend.

He only has 7 copper coins in his pocket, and he is just 3993 copper coins short of paying the rent.

"No money?" Diana's alluring smile deepened as she casually said, "In the Abyss, the consequences of not paying rent on time are quite severe."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a rock troll kicked open the tailor shop across the street, and the drunken tailor goblin was dragged out.

The burly, imposing rock troll brutally beat a short, skinny goblin in the street. The sound of bones shattering was accompanied by a terrible scream, and blood splattered three meters away. Passersby only dared to watch from a distance.

"Three days after three days! You have money to drink but no money to pay rent! You poor wretches should all be beaten to death and thrown into the wilderness to feed the dogs!" The rock troll's voice boomed, and the shopkeepers who were watching the commotion all shrank back. The goblin on the ground had already lost its human form.

Charlotte was deeply shocked by the bloody scene!

Being beaten to death in the street for failing to pay rent is a common occurrence in the abyss.

"Look, it's really serious." Diana covered her mouth and chuckled.

Upon hearing the sound, the rock troll looked over, his arrogant expression instantly vanishing. His gaze towards Diana was filled with fear as he bowed and said, "I didn't expect to find you here. I'm sorry to have disturbed you." With that, he picked up the goblin's corpse and ran away without looking back.

Charlotte was heartbroken. The landlady was just standing there, yet she scared away the rock troll who was killing people in the street. What did that mean?

"Madam Diana, I recently received a shipment of medicinal materials. Could you please extend my rent payment for a few days?" Charlotte said, forcing herself to speak.

"Your past reputation has always been good, I can give you three days." Diana nodded slightly.

Before Charlotte could relax.

She continued with a hint of amusement, "If you can't collect rent, then collect something else. What do you think you have that would satisfy me?"

【叮！黛安娜向你发布任务：选择一样物品，取悦并满足对方！完成任务奖励：1、交租日期宽限三日！2、铜币+100！3、好感度+10！任务失败：失去身体的某一部分！」】

[Do you accept? Yes! No!]

At the same time, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly rang in Charlotte's mind, while a golden question mark appeared above Diana's head.