I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte looked at the girl in front of him. He knew very well that letting her stay would cause some trouble.

But if we kick her out, she definitely won't be able to survive.

"You can't use magic in front of people, so if you want to stay, you'll have to take on more work," Charlotte said calmly.

"for example?"

"Clean the entire clinic, both upstairs and downstairs, every day, and keep the clinic clean and tidy."

"Okay." Vivian nodded readily. For a water mage, cleaning was a very simple matter.

"You will also be responsible for part of the potion's preparation."

Vivian was startled: "Refining potions?"

"That's right, this is a job that can be done without being in front of people," Charlotte nodded.

He certainly couldn't treat a mid-level mage as just a cleaner; even the production team's oxen wouldn't dare let her rest like that.

"However, I have never studied pharmacy and am not good at potion making," Vivian said apologetically.

The medical school offered pharmacy, but she did not choose to study it.

As a magical prodigy who has been admired since childhood, it would be questionable if she were to waste time studying potion-making.

Charlotte said confidently, "It's okay if you don't know how. As long as you're willing to learn, I guarantee you'll soon become a qualified pharmacist."

Vivian hesitated for a moment, but when she met Charlotte's gaze, she gritted her teeth and nodded in agreement: "I'm willing to learn."

Compared to going out to rob people on the road, making potions should be easier to learn, right?

"If any unforeseen circumstances arise that require your assistance in performing certain surgeries without revealing your magical abilities, you must not refuse," Charlotte added.

Vivian thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement.

Charlotte's demands were not excessive.

"Very good, from now on you're an employee of the clinic." Charlotte finally smiled and extended her right hand to Vivian. "I'm Charlotte."

Vivian stared blankly at Charlotte's warm smile, her blue eyes clear as water, as if light shone upon her.

"Charlotte?" Vivian felt the name sounded familiar, but couldn't quite place it. She reached out and gently shook hands with Charlotte.

The warm touch brought her back to her senses; she had finally found a place to rest in the abyss.

An ordinary little clinic.

A young boss.

Charlotte withdrew her hand and looked at Vivian, continuing, "The job duties are what I just mentioned. The monthly salary is 1000 copper coins. If your performance is good enough, you will become a full-time employee after one month and receive an additional 200 copper coins."

Furthermore, there's an extra commission for brewing potions: 1 copper coin for each bottle.

"Okay." Vivian's face showed a hint of surprise; this was even better than she had expected.

"Let me show you around the clinic first. The first floor is the work area, and the second floor is the living area." Charlotte's gaze fell on the white cat on the counter. "And this is Anna, the clinic's mascot."

  

"Come on, Anna, smile."

"Meow—" The white cat let out a warning meow at Charlotte, its raised tail trembling slightly.

"Very good, you see, she seems to like you a lot," Charlotte said with satisfaction.

"Huh?" Vivian looked at Anna, who arrogantly jumped back onto the cabinet, and didn't feel any liking.

Although the clinic was very clean, it was indeed very rudimentary.

The existence of the operating room surprised Vivian. As a medical student, she had always been taught that therapeutic techniques and internal medicine were the orthodox methods.

Surgical procedures were something only lowly barbers would perform.

In the capital city, every year many ordinary people from the lower classes believe in so-called bloodletting therapy, but instead of being cured, they die.

Could her new boss be someone like a hairdresser?

Vivian couldn't help but feel worried. It would be terrible for her, a healing mage, to be an assistant to a charlatan.

"This is the alchemy room. Potions are made here, and it will also be your work area from now on," Charlotte said, opening a door.

Vivian looked at the simple alchemy room, and the most eye-catching thing was the large iron pot placed on the stove in the middle.

Those so-called medicines with miraculous effects were boiled in that big iron pot?

This made her increasingly feel like she might have stumbled into a den of thieves.

Charlotte then showed her the second-floor space. There were four rooms on the second floor. The largest room was Charlotte's bedroom, and the other three empty rooms were filled with miscellaneous items.

Charlotte let Vivian choose a room as her bedroom, and he planned to turn the smallest room into a kitchen.

He had already thought it through. Now that there was an extra person at the clinic, they definitely couldn't eat that dark and hard bread every day.

His body is very weak now, partly due to the aftereffects of his magical origins being destroyed, and partly due to malnutrition.

Of course, from a dialectical perspective, we cannot rule out the possibility that it may be related to some bad habits of the predecessor.

"You can clean the room yourself. I'm going out to buy you some daily necessities," Charlotte said, looking at Vivian, whose face was beaming with joy.

"Mmm." Vivian nodded repeatedly, but her stomach started growling uncontrollably.

Gollum-

Vivian blushed and lowered her eyes shyly.

You can't blame her; from yesterday until now, she's only eaten the bread Charlotte gave her.

Because she couldn't find a safe water source, she didn't even drink more than a few sips of water.

Charlotte sighed inwardly, "I'll buy you some food while I'm at it."

"Thank you, boss!" Vivian said gratefully.

She suddenly felt ashamed of her earlier thoughts. Even if he was a fraud, he was the only one willing to provide her with food.

An ordinary person without magic will inevitably have to put in much more effort to survive in the abyss.

Charlotte went downstairs and out the door, while Vivian couldn't help but spin around in the room.

The room was very simple. The wooden floor was pitted and uneven due to its age. The walls were made of rough stones. Although the gaps between the large and small stones prevented light from passing through, there was still some draft.

The only piece of furniture was a wooden bed against the wall, but it was missing a leg.

Because it had been left unused, everything was covered in a thick layer of dust.

Pushing open the wooden window, the hazy, abyss-like light didn't brighten the room much, but it made her feel as if the dark world had been illuminated a little.

She now has her own room, like a drifting duckweed that has finally taken root in the abyss.

After her family suddenly fell into misfortune, she fled south and endured countless hardships, witnessing the deaths of her closest family members. Her fearful and grief-stricken heart finally found a place to rest.

Even the simplest things are better than wandering in the wilderness.

"Let's clean up first and finish today's work!"

Although she was very hungry and felt a little weak, Vivian felt full of energy!

……

Charlotte first went to the general store on Bacca Street and bought a quilt, some toiletries, and a black wig, spending 250 copper coins.

"Damn, a poorly made wig costs 180 copper coins." Charlotte came out of the general store, glanced at the wig with loose threads in her hand, and cursed under her breath.

This was one he had carefully selected, and it had the fewest flaws.

Then he went to the bakery and bought four black breads.

"Doctor, you've had a good appetite these past few days," said Bella, the old lady at the bakery, as she handed Charlotte a loaf of bread.

"We just hired a new floor cleaner. You know how big the orcs' appetites are," Charlotte said with a helpless expression as she took the bread.

This old lady is the owner of a bakery, has a big mouth, and is the news production center of Bacca Street.

"She must be a pretty orc girl around twenty years old, right?" the old lady asked with a smile.

"You guessed it all!" Charlotte exclaimed in surprise.

"Hehe, I've seen how devoted you've been for the past three years." The old lady's eyes were almost slits from smiling.

Charlotte was a little confused; this was quite different from what was recorded in the original owner's diary.

"You've always liked girls around twenty years old; your taste has never changed," the old lady added.

"You really know me." Charlotte grabbed the bread and ran off. What kind of reputation is this?

Charlotte paused for a moment as she pushed open the clinic door.

He believed he had cleaned the clinic quite thoroughly these past two days, making it a completely different state from the original owner's previous doghouse.

But he had only been gone for a short while when the clinic had completely changed.

The marble floor was so shiny it reflected light, and the walls, ceiling, and furniture were spotless. Even the air seemed a bit fresher.

The counter had been rearranged, with glass jars and medicine bottles arranged neatly in order of size, and even the empty bottles were placed symmetrically.

"What kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder is this?" Charlotte couldn't help but complain.

On the other side, Vivian, sitting behind the counter, was holding Anna. The little one sat obediently on her lap, letting her gently rub his belly, and even making soft purring sounds.

"Huh? A cat with white eyes!"

Charlotte said she couldn't accept it, since he was the one who arrived first.

"Boss." Vivian stood up.

Anna, interrupted from enjoying herself, rolled her eyes at Charlotte.

"Here are the bedding. Have some bread to tide you over." Charlotte put the things on the counter and then poured Vivian a glass of water.

Vivian's eyes lit up when she saw the bread. She had just used a cleaning spell to wash both the top and bottom layers, and incidentally washed a kitten as well, making her feel completely drained.

Forget about being ladylike or not, she took a big bite of bread, a big gulp of water, and the whole black bread was gone in the blink of an eye.

After finishing one, Vivian glanced at Charlotte, then looked at the remaining bread.

"Eat up. The clinic is very clean. Thank you for your hard work," Charlotte said with a smile, very satisfied with Vivian's work attitude.

Starting today, he can say goodbye to the tedious job of cleaning.

That thousand copper coins was really worth it!

With Charlotte's nod, Vivian picked up another loaf of bread, but this time she didn't wolf it down. She ate it in small bites, savoring the comfort the food brought to her hungry stomach.