I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"50 grams of limestone ore, crushed into granules; 30 grams of green frog ink powder; 30 grams of silver-winged bat ink powder..."

In the alchemy room, Vivian meticulously followed Charlotte's detailed instructions on the hemostatic drug refining process, pre-treating the materials needed for the refining.

These materials were the dried-up reptiles and strange materials that had terrified Charlotte when she robbed her yesterday.

She had been afraid of these things since she was a child. The shriveled green frog was about the size of a palm. Although its internal organs had been removed and it had been dried out, it still had a pair of big, red eyes.

The silver-winged bat looked incredibly lifelike, its silver wings reflecting a mirror-like light in the candlelight, but its grayish-brown rat-like body made Vivian tremble.

Vivian picked up a green frog with fire tongs and threw it into the stone mortar. Holding the pestle, she took several deep breaths and pounded it down hard.

puff!

A large, crimson eyeball was ripped off by the pressure and flew towards Vivian.

ahhh-

The screams instantly echoed throughout the clinic.

Charlotte had just reached the door of the alchemy room after selecting the materials for refining the cleansing potion when a dark shadow flashed by and a pendant appeared on his body.

"What happened?" Charlotte looked down at Vivian hanging around his neck and asked helplessly.

  

"It... its eyeballs flew out!" Vivian was on the verge of a breakdown.

Charlotte glanced at the green frog with a missing eye in the mortar and pestle, her expression immediately turning cold. "If you can't even handle a dried-out green frog, then you can leave. In the Abyss, no one will spend money to keep a mascot that only croaks."

Vivian seemed startled by Charlotte's stern words, and her hand slipped, falling to the ground with a thud.

"I...I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Vivian quickly got up from the ground, bowed her head, and said repeatedly.

Charlotte looked at the girl with reddened eyes, but felt no remorse.

He was telling the truth; ordinary people who want to survive in the abyss must work twice as hard.

He was struggling to survive and almost got his kidneys cut off because he couldn't pay the rent.

His expectations of Vivian went beyond that of a cleaning lady; as a water-based mage, she possessed a natural advantage in potion-making.

If she can become a good pharmacist, she will take on a lot of Charlotte's work.

Moreover, any excess potions produced can be sold to Harry's materials shop, where even at a lower price, there is still a considerable profit.

"Your task this afternoon is to process all the remaining hemostatic agent materials. I'm going to optimize a new agent today, so I hope you can remain calm," Charlotte said to Vivian.

"Yes." Vivian nodded emphatically.

Charlotte turned her gaze away from her and walked into the alchemy room.

Vivian looked at the big eyeball that was still spinning on the ground, struggled internally for a moment, and finally reached out with trembling hands and grabbed the big eyeball.

A strong feeling of nausea surged up, her face turned deathly pale, her hands trembled uncontrollably, and the hand holding the green frog's eyeball almost wanted to throw it away.

But when she thought of Charlotte's earlier words, she held back.

She didn't want to be fired on her very first day at work!

Once she leaves this place, she will likely find it difficult to find another family that can accept her and is willing to conceal her identity.

She needs time to become stronger, and she needs a safe haven where she can hide the ledger.

Her father said that as long as the account book was still in her hands, they would not kill her mother.

Trembling, she walked back to the mortar and pestle, squatted down, put the large eyeball in her hand back into the mortar, and picked up the pestle again.

This time, instead of standing far away in an exaggerated manner, she squatted down directly on the ground, holding a pestle in one hand and pressing the mortar with the other, and started pounding the medicine again with a look of resignation.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The rhythmic pounding sound quickly turned the green frog in the basin into powder. Occasionally, a few fragments would fly out, but she would quickly pick them up and throw them back.

Charlotte glanced at the scene and a smile appeared on her lips.

There are things in this world more disgusting than green frogs; only by overcoming inner fears can one stand firm in the abyss.

No longer paying attention to Vivian, Charlotte began to focus on researching the creation of cleansing potions.

Cleaning agents are very important for clinics that receive a large number of trauma patients.

As the lowest-end among low-end medicines, this cleaning medicine only has a cleaning effect and no therapeutic effect. Its refining method is particularly simple.

To paraphrase what the predecessor wrote in his diary: "Anyone with hands can do it."

"Chop up Blue Silver Grass, Dead Leaf Vine, and Spotted Bamboo, stew them in one pot, and pour out the water when it turns reddish-brown. One pot can be boiled three times."

Charlotte looked at the diary for a while, but still felt that the refining method was too simple.

However, upon further reflection, it's understandable that the cleaning potion is just a low-level potion used to help clean wounds, with mediocre effects and a simple refining method.

Furthermore, this cleaning agent can be quite irritating to wounds when used by patients. The effectiveness of disinfection and sterilization should be considered, while the actual experience of patients using it should be ignored.

Of course, in a place like the abyss, survival and saving money are far more important than the experience.

Charlotte put away her diary, weighed equal amounts of the three ingredients on a balance scale, and began to brew a cleaning potion.

"What kind of potion are you making?" Vivian looked up at Charlotte, who was throwing ingredients into the pot, and asked curiously.

"Cleaning potion," Charlotte replied, tossing all the ingredients into the pot before taking a few steps back.

Yesterday's series of explosions made him realize that making medicine is a dangerous job.

"Is that all?" Vivian looked at Charlotte, who had simply put three kinds of weeds into the pot. Was that all it took to make a potion?

"The cleaning potion is the lowest grade of potion, with ordinary effects. It can only be used for basic treatment of ordinary wounds, so its simplicity is to be expected," Charlotte said calmly. "However, this is a basic potion for the clinic, and it is consumed in large quantities, so we need to refine a lot at a time."

Vivian nodded, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

For Vivian, who had formal training in pharmacy, pharmacy was a completely new field.

Previously, I didn't have time to pay attention to or understand it, and I once thought that it was the work of magicians who were deeply involved, using magic to give those bottles of potions magical effects.

Everything she encountered today completely overturned her worldview.

The cleaning agent is made from three kinds of herbs, and the hemostatic agent is made from green frogs and bats. Moreover, it is made in a large, pitted iron pot with coal burning underneath.

As for magic?

There is no magic here.

"Will the potion made this way really work?" Vivian couldn't help but ask the question that had been bothering her.

"At this point, we must bring out our old friend, our personal pharmacist—Jerry." Charlotte led Vivian out of the alchemy room and opened a drawer in the cabinet.

In the corner, a white mouse, who was sleeping sprawled out on its back, clutching half a piece of black bread, was shaken awake. Its drowsy eyes caught sight of Charlotte, and it instantly snapped awake, cowering in the corner, trembling.

"Meow?" Anna jumped from the cabinet onto the counter, craning her neck to examine the white mouse, her paws rubbing against the tabletop, eager to try it out.

"What's this?" Vivian looked at the little white mouse huddled in the corner, her face full of confusion.

"Let me introduce you. This is the clinic's professional drug tester. You can call him Jerry." Charlotte scooped up the white mouse and deftly tied its limbs to a nailed wooden board, exposing its round belly.

"Weren't you curious about the effects of the potion?" Charlotte took a bottle of cleaning potion and a bottle of hemostatic potion from the cabinet, and then took a short knife from the drawer.

Vivian suddenly realized what Charlotte was about to do and exclaimed in surprise, "You're planning to cut it?"

"If you're interested, you can give it a try." Charlotte flipped the hilt of the knife and handed it to Vivian.

"You should do it," Vivian said, taking two steps back to indicate her refusal.

Anna leaned closer, sniffed the white mouse first, and then raised her cat paw, revealing its sharp claws.

The white mouse, which had been struggling, immediately stopped moving, trembling, and its head lolled to the side; it had fainted from fright.

Anna nudged the white mouse a couple of times with her paws, but seeing no reaction, she lost interest and jumped back onto the cabinet.

"Scared to death?" Charlotte gently pressed the white mouse with her finger. Its heart was still beating. If it wasn't scared unconscious, it was just playing dead.

Charlotte used the knife to cut the wound that had already healed yesterday, and fresh blood immediately flowed from the shallow wound.

Vivian clenched her fists, her expression showing some reluctance.

The mouse visibly trembled, but still tilted its head and pretended to be dead.

Charlotte dipped a cotton ball in the cleaning solution and gently wiped the wound twice. Then she changed to another cotton ball, dipped it in the hemostatic agent, and applied it to the wound.

The wound, which was still bleeding, stopped bleeding immediately after taking effect from the medicine, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wound was completely healed in just three minutes.

Vivian stared in shock at what she saw.

(ΩДΩ)!!: The wound has really stopped bleeding and has even healed!

For Vivian, who had always believed that healing magic was the best in the world, this was nothing short of a collapse of her worldview.

"Jerry, thank you for your cooperation. We'll continue next time." Charlotte took the white mouse off the rack and put it back in the drawer.

"Thank you so much!" The previously unconscious white mouse rolled over and got up, then huddled in a corner and shut itself off.

"Do you have any other questions?" Charlotte asked Vivian.

"Boss, I want to learn this!"

Vivian looked at Charlotte with shining eyes, as if she had discovered a new continent.

If she learns how to make potions, she can heal the sick and save lives without magic!