I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Jack no longer trusted Charlotte at this point.

He believed Charlotte was just toying with him and had no ability to heal his arm.

"What else do you plan to do? Switch to an axe?" Jack asked with a grim face, his unrestrained murderous aura making him look fierce.

"No, I have an even sharper sword that should be able to cut through your scales," Charlotte said calmly, shaking her head.

"If you lie, I'll kill you," Jack threatened, his menacing vertical eyes fixed on Charlotte.

The air in the operating room seemed to have turned a few degrees colder.

Vivian watched this scene with some horror, clearly not expecting the patient, who had seemed quite amiable, to suddenly become irritable and dangerous.

In the capital, doctors hold a very high status and are treated with deference even by high-ranking mages.

Charlotte felt as if she were being watched by a venomous snake, but she remained calm.

This is the true nature of the abyss; there are no benevolent beings here, and danger lurks everywhere.

Even those who appear honest and kind are mostly pretending.

Kind people cannot survive in the abyss.

Even Vivian, a mid-level healing mage, almost starved to death on the streets.

Jack stared at Charlotte for a while. He was somewhat surprised by the human's character; she showed no fear whatsoever in the face of his threats.

"I'm giving you one last chance. If you keep playing games with me, I'll snap your neck." Jack said coldly as he sat back down on the operating table.

Charlotte laughed, looking at the lizardman's fierce expression, and said in a low voice, "You seem to have misunderstood. You came through this door seeking medical help, not the other way around. If you feel that you can still be a mercenary and survive in the Abyss even with a missing hand, you are free to leave at any time."

"I..." Jack was stunned, his expression shifting between light and dark, but he didn't dare to say anything more harsh.

"Since you want to heal your hand, you have to follow the clinic's rules and show basic respect to the doctor. That's the first rule." Charlotte glanced at him, then turned and left the clinic.

Vivian watched Charlotte's retreating figure, her mouth slightly agape. At that moment, Charlotte's image suddenly seemed to grow taller in her mind.

His composure and calmness in the face of the ferocious and terrifying orcs completely exceeded her expectations.

Is this the same person who was stopped by her the day before yesterday, playing the role of a humble homeless man?

Charlotte walked out of the operating room, her legs trembling involuntarily, and she felt a chill on her back.

It's not that he's particularly brave; he simply refuses to back down in front of any patient. This is one of the survival rules left to him by his predecessor.

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The patients who come to the clinic all have something to ask of him.

As a doctor, you have to be in control in this clinic.

Once you are led by the nose by your patients, you lose the very foundation to stand firm in the abyss.

Despite the numerous debt records in the diary, Charlotte has determined that they were all incurred by female patients.

He wouldn't believe you if you said there wasn't something fishy going on here.

However, he didn't have much expectation of getting his old scores back.

People die in the abyss every day, whether they are men or women.

Where is he supposed to find someone who owes money?

As for this lizardman, judging from his appearance, his strength is around the third tier. If he really acts recklessly, he still has a life-saving magic talisman that is enough to deal with him.

Of course, this is a last resort.

Opening a business is all about making money, and completing tasks will earn you 200 copper coins.

Jack sat on the operating table, the pain in his arm making him increasingly irritable. Hearing the sound, he looked up at the door and his eyes narrowed instantly.

Charlotte returned, this time carrying a black longsword.

The sword was long and slender, its sharp edge almost tangible. Even with the tip broken, it still filled Jack with boundless fear.

This is such a terrifying weapon that even a human like Charlotte, when wielding it, seems to instantly transform into an invincible war god.

"You...you...what are you going to do?" Jack instantly shrank into the corner, his voice trembling and his body shaking.

Faced with this sword, he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

"What am I going to do? I'm going to chop you up, of course." Charlotte walked into the operating room carrying her sword.

"You...you don't come any closer!" Jack cried out, his hands raised in front of him.

Charlotte stopped, looked at the broken sword in her hand, then at the lizardman huddled in the corner trembling, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Unexpectedly, the broken sword left behind by Joseph had such a powerful deterrent effect, causing the level three orc to completely lose his fighting spirit.

"The tools have been brought. The surgery will continue. Go back to the operating table and lie down," Charlotte said as she dipped the longsword in cleaning solution to perform basic disinfection.

Jack lowered his hand and looked at Charlotte, who was wiping her longsword. Charlotte didn't seem to be rushing up to kill him, so he relaxed a little.

Meeting Charlotte's calm gaze, he had no choice but to obediently lie back down on the operating table.

"That sword..." Vivian looked at Charlotte, who had instantly subdued the lizardman, and was equally surprised.

She recognized the sword; she had cleaned it with a cleansing spell the night before.

She had even planned that if Charlotte failed to heal the lizardman, she would secretly use healing magic to heal his arm and prevent him from causing trouble.

Charlotte approached the operating table with her sword, her gaze becoming calm and sharp. She gestured at the lizardman and then brought her sword down.

The scales, as hard as metal against the long and short swords, were like peeled egg whites when they met the black longsword called "Judgment." He didn't even realize he had entered it.

Thud, a small piece of the tail fell to the ground.

The three people in the operating room simultaneously turned their heads to look at the still wriggling tail.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat awkward.

"Ah..." Jack cried out in restraint, his expression pained, but he dared not move.

Vivian glanced at the lizardman, who had lost half of his tail, with some pity. She didn't believe he didn't have some personal grudge involved.

Charlotte remained calm, glancing at the neatly cut tail on the ground. It was just a short piece, and there wasn't even any bleeding. This lizardman probably has a histrionic personality.

Isn't it said that a lizard's tail will grow back if it breaks off?

"I'm testing the sharpness of the scalpel. You don't mind, do you?" Charlotte asked Jack.

"No... I don't mind..." Jack was on the verge of tears. He regretted it so much. He shouldn't have gone into that shady clinic!

"Yes, that's good. It's better than accidentally turning into an amputation." Charlotte nodded, her gaze returning to his fractured left hand, and she raised her longsword again.

"You...you should take it easy, your hand won't grow back..." Jack said cautiously, feeling a deep sense of humility.

This seemingly kind and easily bullied human is definitely not someone to mess with!

This broken sword, radiating murderous intent, alone has chopped off countless heads.