I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

There were no overly complicated love-hate relationships; the feud between the tree-man Amos and the dark sorcerer was simply a beautiful encounter, ending with the question, "What are you looking at?"

You might not believe it, but this seemingly aged tree-man was a vibrant and spirited young man just five years ago.

At 180 years old, a tree-man's long life is only just coming of age.

A fourth-tier treant versus a fourth-tier high-level dark mage!

As the saying goes, youth has the upper hand in a fight. The aging black magician was ultimately no match for the young and strong tree spirit and met his end on the spot.

However, this old man who practiced dark magic, before his death, used his life as a price to cast a curse on the treant, which became a shadow that shrouded the treant for the rest of its life.

The black magician practiced magic that allowed him to prolong his own life by absorbing the life force of living beings, and he also viciously refined the undead as a means of fighting enemies.

The curse on Amos is also related to the undead.

Whenever he is exposed to the sun, the curse corrodes his body, and the vengeful spirits that appear cause him great psychological harm.

Charlotte looked at the treant earnestly and suggested, "Then you should find a mage skilled in Holy Light and Purification spells; that should be able to remove the curse, right?"

As a former high-level magician, Charlotte has some knowledge of magic.

Necromancers are a despised profession in the magic world. Refining and controlling the undead can make necromancers far more powerful than other mages of the same rank, but their training methods are extremely cruel.

In order to quickly become stronger, necromancers often carry out large-scale massacres of ordinary people, and these massacres are extremely cruel, thus creating vengeful spirits in large numbers.

As necromancers grow stronger and control more undead, their minds are influenced by the undead, causing them to become bloodthirsty and insane.

Therefore, necromancers have always been the target of everyone's hatred. In recent centuries, Kalva has even set up a bounty board, where the heads of necromancers on the list can be exchanged for a very generous reward.

Charlotte had good reason to suspect that the hot-blooded young Amos had once considered trading human heads for wine.

Of course, this is not the point.

As a dark magic user, necromancers are naturally countered by light magic users, as a single Holy Light spell is enough to remove any attached vengeful spirits.

Even if light magic users are too rare to find, finding a high-level magic user who knows the Great Purification spell shouldn't be too difficult, right? Although the effect is a bit weaker than Holy Light, casting the spell a few more times should still be able to remove the curse.

Finding someone who can't use magic and is currently only a surgeon and a half-baked pharmacist is just a waste of time, isn't it?

Amos's eyes dimmed, and he shook his head, saying, "That's what I thought at first too, but neither Holy Light nor Great Purification had any effect on this curse. I exhausted all my wealth, including the bounty I got from exchanging that black mage's head, but I still couldn't find anyone who could heal me."

  

"This doesn't make sense!" Charlotte frowned.

Holy Light is ineffective against Curse of the Undead?

Isn't this challenging the fundamental settings of this world?

"Are you sure you didn't encounter a scammer? Like someone using Illumination as Holy Light?" Charlotte offered her conjecture.

"The other party is Professor August from the Calva Magic Academy."

"Then there's no problem." Charlotte knew about Professor August; light magic users were a rare species in the industry, and Kalva could count them on one hand.

"Professor August said that the rules of this curse are somewhat unique, and that it is cast at the cost of the caster's life, which he has never heard of before. Even with his strength, the Holy Light spell he cast could not destroy the curse." Amos lowered his eyes, and the atmosphere was somber.

Charlotte sighed inwardly. With Professor August's knowledge and expertise in this field, what could a medical student like him possibly do about a black magic curse that even he had never heard of?

Let's offer some comfort.

"Could you activate the curse and show me its characteristics so I can look it up later?" Charlotte remained calm.

Amos looked up, then looked around, took two steps back, and stretched his left hand into a patch of dim sunlight.

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As if sulfuric acid had been poured on it, white smoke instantly billowed from Amos's left hand, and the back of his hand was corroded at a visible speed, leaving black pits.

Suddenly, wisps of black mist appeared around his body, accompanied by a mournful growl and a putrid stench.

Charlotte narrowed his eyes slightly, peering through the mist. He saw some strange runes, symbols he had never seen before, unlike any other script in this world.

Even more bizarrely, these runes are not static, but rather change constantly, like living insects.

After staring at it for a while, Charlotte felt a strong sense of dizziness and a feeling of nausea rose from the bottom of her heart, accompanied by a whisper like that of a demon.

"Oh no!" Charlotte exclaimed in surprise, and quickly bit her tongue.

The intense pain pulled Charlotte out of his daze, and he quickly looked away, no longer daring to stare at the runes.

On the other side, Amos had returned to the shadows, and the black mist was slowly calming down.

The process, which appeared to be extremely painful, did not cause him the slightest fluctuation in expression; he seemed to have already become accustomed to it.

Charlotte swallowed the blood in her mouth and looked at Amos, saying, "I understand the situation, but you don't need to have too much hope. I'm just an ordinary doctor. Even professors at Calva University can't solve this curse, so I can only do my best to find some solutions for you."

"Thank you. I'll come see you again in a few days." Amos nodded and turned to leave.

"What a load of crap! It almost killed me. I'll never take on those high-reward hidden quests again." Charlotte turned and closed the door, still shaken.

He had no idea what terrible things would have happened if he had fallen into that curse.

In this bizarre world, he must constantly remind himself to be careful.

Before her memory faded, Charlotte returned to her study and drew the runes she had seen earlier.

Even static runes on paper still exude an eerie aura.

"Necromancers are not to be trifled with. Let the adventurers and mercenaries handle the job of exchanging heads for bounties." Charlotte covered the paper with runes with a book, out of sight, out of mind.

Tonight he will take some time to browse through the books in his study to see if he can find any useful information.

If he couldn't find it, he planned to give up on the task.

Although it is a valuable hidden mission.

But there's no penalty for not completing the task!

The next task is to be even more obedient.

Charlotte was filled with confidence for the day after opening the shop and achieving a turnover of one thousand copper coins.

Soon, more patients came to the door.

A poor goblin who had just been robbed had been stabbed twice in the left chest, but luckily his heart was on the right side, so he played dead and escaped.

Charlotte treated his wound and stitched it up.

He thought the goblin would be penniless after being robbed, but he pulled out six silver coins from his remaining crotch to pay for his medical bills.

Charlotte was amazed, but also lamented the robbers' lack of professionalism, as she remembered being robbed naked several times before.

Charlotte treated ten patients that morning; apart from the tree spirit who arrived early, all the others had external injuries.

"This is a hemostatic agent. There's half a bottle left. If your wound reopens and bleeds after you get home, you can apply a suitable amount to the wound to stop the bleeding. Remember, avoid strenuous exercise and keep the wound dry for the next few days. That'll cost 300 copper coins in total. Thank you for your patronage..."

Charlotte watched the orc, whose arm had been slashed seven times, leave. She glanced at the daylight; it was already noon. She flipped the wooden sign on the door, announcing that the day's business was closed.

"Now comes the most wonderful moment: the inventory check!"

Charlotte took out her money bag and poured all the morning's revenue onto the counter.

The clinking sound of coins is mesmerizing.

After careful counting, there were 24 silver coins and 425 copper coins, which translates to 2824 copper coins.

Of these, 550 copper coins came from system task rewards.

In addition, there is collateral worth 500 copper coins.

This is the clinic's normal daily revenue. Yesterday's revenue of over four thousand was boosted by the hydrating essence.

Charlotte took the opportunity to check her savings. After two days, and deducting the fifteen silver coins she bought yesterday, she now had 5640 copper coins in her savings.

That's enough to cover the rent!

Opening your own clinic is definitely better than being a wage earner!

Of course, this money cannot be counted as net profit.

These past two days he's been consuming all sorts of medicines on the shelves. He's run out of stamina potions, hydrating essence, and only two bottles of cleansing medicine left.

Currently, the only medication he can restock on his own is hemostatic drugs.

He withdrew the forty silver coins he was supposed to give to the landlady the day after tomorrow and hid them separately in a hidden compartment under the counter. He now had 1640 available funds.

The wealth value in the personal panel has reached 7148.

If I'm lucky, I can break 10,000 tomorrow and unlock the system shop!

"I need to make two more batches of hemostatic medicine today, and I also need to try to make the cleaning medicine, otherwise I'll have to buy a batch from the pharmacy, and the price will be different."

Charlotte put away the money, took out a piece of black bread, took a bite, and began to arrange her work for the afternoon.

Hard work leads to wealth; this is a fine tradition of the Chinese people and a truth that Charlotte has always believed in.

Boom!dong dong!

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Isn't there a 'Closed for Business' sign on the door?" Charlotte remained seated, thinking that the person outside would probably leave after knocking for a while and receiving no response.

However, Charlotte was a little worried about the person's patience outside the door. The knocking continued until Charlotte finished eating the unpalatable black bread and even drank a glass of water in between.

"Can't you read?"

Annoyed by the knocking, Charlotte had no choice but to get up and open the door.

Standing outside the door was a petite girl, dressed in an ill-fitting black outfit, with her long brown hair tied back. She had a pretty face and a touch of baby fat.

She lowered her eyes and twisted her hands together, looking somewhat nervous.

How could it be her?

Charlotte's eyes widened instantly upon seeing the familiar figure before her.

The girl looked up at Charlotte standing inside the door, her eyes widening in surprise.

Oh wow—