I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Very good, this is the standard." Charlotte took out a clean potion bottle and collected all the powder on the forging table.

Guy, Abu: (ΩДΩ)!!

If it weren't for the fact that the same blue stone was on the table, Guy would have thought Charlotte was joking with him.

The blue stone, which he could only crack with all his might, was pulverized by Charlotte with a single blow. What terrifying strength was that?!

"It really is a problem with the tools. Forces are reciprocal, and the bottom has to be hard enough to prevent the force from being dissipated," Charlotte muttered to herself, pulling another blue teardrop from her cloth pocket.

boom!

boom!boom!

In the time it takes to hammer a dozen or so times, a bag of blue teardrops was hammered into a dozen bottles of blue powder.

Charlotte only used 50% of her strength; half the credit goes to Guy's forging table and heavy hammer.

"Thanks! I'll have to ask you again next time I need a stone this hard." Charlotte put away the powder and said with a smile.

Guy was completely numb, and gave a stiff smile, saying, "If it's this difficult, you'll have to do it yourself."

Charlotte carried the bag back to the clinic. As soon as she entered, she saw a tall, thin elf with a full head of white hair standing in front of the potion cabinet, holding a bottle of golden stamina potion in his hand.

Kasha and Vivian stood to the side, behaving respectfully. The latter blinked at him frantically as he entered.

"You are...?" Charlotte asked tentatively.

  

The elf turned around, looked at Charlotte, and smiled, "Charlotte, right? I'm Benjamin."

He was tall and thin, with a full head of white hair neatly combed back. You could see the vicissitudes of time on his face, but not many wrinkles. His blue eyes were as deep and serene as the sea, and his tone was calm and gentle, like a wise elder.

"Hello," Charlotte said respectfully.

But at this large-scale offline meetup for netizens, why do they all start by giving their real names?

Shouldn't we exchange secret codes first?

"It's great to finally meet you," Charlotte said eagerly as she stepped forward.

The hermit was both a teacher and a friend to him.

Although he received the Black Stone and the Judgment Sword from the Judge, he was too badly injured to provide him with much guidance.

It was the Hermit who gave him the Sword of Judgment and the Three Thousand Lights and Shadows, enabling him to continue the legacy of the Judges and rise again.

Therefore, he felt a natural affinity for this elder.

"These potions you've concocted are quite interesting. Is this Golden Stamina Potion made primarily with Golden Vine?" Benjamin asked with a smile, holding the potion in his hand.

"That's right, your appraisal skills are amazing," Charlotte exclaimed.

"It's not an appraisal, it's experience." Benjamin shook his head with a smile. "I also considered using golden vine to make a potion to restore strength, but after trying many formulas, I still couldn't completely eliminate the side effects, so I had to give up. The color and state of the failed product are quite similar to your potion, which is why I was able to tell the difference."

"You also enjoy making potions?" Charlotte asked, somewhat surprised.

"Among the elves, it is a tradition to use herbs and various materials to make potions. However, in the last thousand years, the Medical Association has forcibly elevated the status of healing arts to the orthodox position, rejecting other treatment methods, which has caused potions to gradually become unknown." Benjamin sighed softly.

"In the eyes of the Medical Association, I am definitely a heretic," Charlotte laughed.

"I heard from Lois that you treat patients with surgery and medicine in a unique way, but with excellent results. I'm quite interested in that. Could you please explain the principles behind it?" Benjamin put down the medicine bottle in his hand and asked sincerely.

Charlotte smiled and explained, "I wouldn't presume to offer my advice. Actually, the so-called surgery is simply about repairing what's missing and treating what's painful, based on the patient's condition, to restore the patient to their original physical state as much as possible."

For example, if a patient has a comminuted fracture of their arm, I would cut open their arm, piece the broken bones back together, fix them in place, and then suture the cut arm back together. Through medication and the patient's own healing abilities, the arm can recover to a healthy state.

"Restore the body to its original state." Benjamin said thoughtfully. "This is essentially the same as healing magic."

"They are all treatment methods, and the goal is the same." Charlotte nodded as well.

"But your ideas and methods are very bold. Most people wouldn't dare to cut open a patient's body to treat their illness." Benjamin looked at Vivian. "Moreover, you have already proven the teachability of this method."

"You're right, our boss's surgeries are really easy to teach. I picked them up very quickly, and now I do dozens of surgeries a day." Vivian finally found a chance to chime in. "And there are no restrictions. Even an ordinary human who can't use magic or become a knight can become a doctor who can heal and save lives after learning the techniques."

Benjamin's eyes lit up as he looked at Charlotte, his expression fervent. "Perhaps you are the 'answer' that Adolf and I have been searching for."

"Answer?" Charlotte asked, puzzled.

Benjamin solemnly stated, "For the past thousand years, we have been discussing how to make doctors more accessible so that more people can receive help from doctors when they need it."

He chose to participate in the establishment of a medical association, trained batches of doctors, and established large-scale medical schools in major cities, which alleviated the problem of difficulty in accessing medical care to some extent.

I stayed in the Elf Forest, but I could only barely ensure that the elven people had access to medical care when they were sick, and I was unable to include more races.

All we do can only serve a minority.

The surgical treatment method you created, combined with medicine, will completely remove the constraint that only "healing magicians" can become doctors, leading to a leap in the number of doctors.

The lower cost allows more impoverished people to receive treatment.

This is the answer we've been searching for.

Charlotte pondered. Benjamin was right. In their previous life, China achieved basic universal healthcare by vigorously developing basic medical care.

There are no magicians in China, nor are there any doctors who can perform dozens of surgeries a day like Vivian.

If we can train surgeons on a large scale and establish hospitals, the popularization of medical care to the general public is not a pipe dream, but rather a highly feasible one.

He does have the idea of ​​training doctors and opening a chain of hospitals, but his resources don't allow it.

The sheer size of the Abyss Medical Center already kept him incredibly busy.

As for leaving the abyss, I'll open a clinic in a city with a branch of the medical association, where surgery is the primary treatment method...

He had already tested the law three years ago, and the result was disastrous. His magical origins were destroyed, and he was expelled from Kalva.

"The answer you gave may not be accepted by others at present," Charlotte said with some helplessness.

Benjamin immediately understood Charlotte's meaning. Recalling his past experiences, he said, "I don't have much influence in Kalva, but in the Elf Forest, my words still carry weight. If you'd like, you can open a second clinic in the Elf Forest, and you can also recruit elven apprentices there."

Charlotte hesitated when faced with Benjamin's offer.

Too fast. The Abyss Medical Clinic has barely been established, and now he's already planning to open a second clinic in the Elf Forest. This seems a bit too fast for him.

But Benjamin was the High Priest of the Elves. For such a powerful figure to extend a hand to him with such a sincere invitation, if he missed this opportunity, he might not have another chance.

"I understand your concerns, after all, this is your means of making a living, so I will fully guarantee your interests. For example, if you open a clinic in the Elf Forest, you will receive all the profits. You can also sign agreements with the doctors you train, stipulating that they can only work in your clinic for a period of time in the future," Benjamin continued.

"I accept your proposal, but the opening of a branch clinic may have to be postponed for a while. The Abyss Medical Center is still in its growth phase, and we are not strong enough to open another clinic." Charlotte made up her mind and said sincerely, "However, I can recruit a few elves from the Elf Forest first, train them, and when they are able to stand on their own, we can consider opening a clinic for them in the Elf Forest and settling them down."

"That's a good plan," Benjamin nodded, adding, "I can select a group of talented elves for you."

"If possible, I'd like to choose the right people myself." Charlotte looked at him and explained, "Learning how to perform surgery is a tedious and boring process that requires patience and the ability to endure hardship. And after they complete their training, a low-cost clinic like mine is destined not to provide them with extremely high incomes, which may be quite different from their expected doctor's salary. So I want to find people who can accept a normal income."

Benjamin nodded: "No problem, you can come back to the Elf Forest with me and choose the right person yourself."

Look at that, that's the demeanor and magnanimity of a high priest.

Charlotte certainly wouldn't refuse a trip to the Elf Forest, and while she's there, she can pick out a few suitable elven apprentices.

Vivian is now capable of performing surgeries independently, except for a few complex procedures.

But when things get busy, he still can't get away from his work; the biggest problem is the lack of manpower.

Furthermore, elves possess racial talent bonuses, being renowned for their dexterity and long lifespan, which is also a form of talent.

It is said that surgeons become more skilled with age, but there is a limit to how old they can become. A complex surgical procedure places extremely high demands on a doctor's physical strength and condition.

The experienced doctor, despite his wealth of knowledge, is now facing the embarrassing situation of his body no longer being able to keep up.

But elves are different; their base lifespan of 800 years means that once they become doctors, they can have a peak period of hundreds of years.

It's hard to imagine what kind of superb surgical skills an elf would possess if he became a surgeon in his twenties or thirties and reached the age of six hundred.

Their long lifespans will allow them to become the best surgeons.

"Knock knock!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door; a patient had arrived.

"I'll go take a look." Charlotte opened the door, and what was standing in the doorway was a huge tree-man's head, almost filling the entire door frame.

"Amos?" Charlotte asked, somewhat surprised.

He looked extremely weak.

"Doctor, have you found a solution?" Amos took a step back, half-kneeling on the ground, and asked weakly.

The bark on his body had almost completely peeled off, his body was withered and yellow, and there were many charred and rotten parts. He spoke weakly, as if he would collapse at any moment.

Charlotte frowned. He hadn't seen Amos for over a month, having been so busy that he'd forgotten about the dark magic curse.

But judging from his current state, the curse seems to have worsened, and the situation is very bad.

However, he didn't have any special solutions.

"Are you under a dark magic curse?" Benjamin asked, looking at Amos as he came to the door.

Amos's somewhat confused gaze fell on Benjamin. The pure white robe, the old elf whose strength was impossible to discern, and those deep eyes that seemed to pierce through his soul all brought a glimmer of hope to Amos's eyes. He hurriedly said, "Yes, I have been cursed by a necromancer and can no longer see the sun. I am about to die. Please, my lord, save me. Amos is willing to become your servant."

Benjamin's face showed a hint of pity. Elves and tree people had always had a good relationship, and he knew how vicious the curse of being unable to bask in the sun was for a race of the sun. A black magic wand appeared in his hand, and he said, "I can try for you, but it may not work."

"Thank you," Amos said gratefully, looking at Benjamin with hopeful eyes.

Charlotte took a step back, looking at Benjamin with equal anticipation.

As one of the few god-level beings on the continent of Aesop, it was obviously lucky for Amos to encounter someone willing to lend a helping hand.

On Bacca Street, many people also noticed Amos kneeling in front of the Abyss Medical Center.

When they saw Benjamin standing at the entrance of the clinic, they all looked puzzled.

Where is Dr. Charlotte? How did she turn into an old elf?

The next second, dazzling holy light illuminated Baka Street, enveloping the giant tree-man Amos.

A god-level light magician!

Charlotte's eyes lit up with shock.

He had no idea that Benjamin was a light magician.

"What powerful Holy Light!"

"Who is this spirit? Its power seems terrifying!"

"Could it be Benjamin, the high priest of the elves? I've heard he's a god-level light magic user."

Passersby whispered among themselves, their eyes filled with shock.

Black curses began to emerge from the surface of Amos's body, flowing wildly under the holy light. Some of them began to dissolve, but most of them were like worms, constantly struggling and trying to escape before burrowing back into his body.

what--

Amos let out a painful growl, his breathing becoming increasingly unsteady.

"Holy Light spell ineffective?"

Benjamin lowered his wand, the Holy Light spell vanished instantly, and he raised his hand to cast another healing spell, trying to restore Amos's condition.

However, the healing spells applied to him were blocked by the black curse and were rendered ineffective.

Looking at Amos, who was lying on the ground, growing weaker and weaker, Benjamin fell into deep thought.

This situation has rarely occurred since he became a light magician.

"This..." Charlotte felt as if she had been electrocuted when she saw the blocked healing spell. She recalled Kaisa's previous situation, where the healing spell was also ineffective against the wounds corroded by seawater!

Kai'Sa was cursed because she was corrupted by the Mist of Resentment, which was caused by the night of the Red Moon.

A bold idea rose in his mind, and he turned and strode toward the alchemy room. A moment later, he came out with three bottles of green liquid.

"Senior, please cast Holy Light again," Charlotte said to Benjamin.

"But Holy Light won't work, and it will cause him pain," Benjamin said hesitantly.

Charlotte looked at the dying Amos and said helplessly, "There's no better way. Please trust me this once, I want to test my idea."

Benjamin looked at the green potion in Charlotte's hand, hesitated for a moment, and then raised his magic wand.

Holy light shone again, falling upon Amos.

The black curse surged wildly.

Charlotte opened a bottle of green potion, flicked her wrist, and the liquid sprayed out like a light rain, landing on Amos.

A miraculous scene unfolded: the stubborn black curses that had been stubbornly resisting the holy light instantly vanished into wisps of black mist upon contact with the green liquid.

"It really worked!" Charlotte was overjoyed.

"It actually disappeared." Benjamin was somewhat surprised.

"Amos, open your mouth and drink these two vials of potion," Charlotte stepped forward and shouted.

The weakened Amos obediently opened his mouth.

Charlotte forcefully waved her hand, splashing the two vials of liquid deep into Amos's throat.

As Amos swallowed with difficulty, a faint green light emanated from his body, and strands of the black curse hidden inside him were forced out, turning into wisps of black mist that completely dissipated.

Under the holy light, the black curse no longer surged; it had been completely eradicated.

Amos braced himself on the ground, panting heavily. He could feel that the curse within him had been completely removed. Although he was still very weak, he should be able to recover in a few years.

"Thank you... thank you all..." Amos said gratefully, tilting his head back.

Benjamin withdrew the Holy Light spell and raised his hand to cast another healing spell.

A surge of green light flowed into Amos's body, his cloudy eyes became clear, and his withered, yellowed body turned lush and vibrant green at a visible speed. Tree bark regenerated, and even his severed right arm grew new branches and transformed into a hand.

Almost overnight, Amos transformed from a seemingly listless and crippled tree-man into a vigorous and robust young tree-man.

The onlookers gasped in amazement at the scene, which seemed like a miracle.

Charlotte was equally shocked.

In his understanding, healing techniques could be used to heal wounds and reattach severed limbs.

With a casual wave of his hand, the god-like being restored the treant to its optimal state, as if it had been reborn.

Amos, who was lying on the ground, was stunned for a moment. He moved his limbs and then knelt down, looking at Benjamin gratefully and saying, "Thank you for saving me, sir. Amos is willing to become your servant and serve you for a hundred years."

Although he didn't know the identity of the elf in front of him, a simple healing spell from the elf saved him from years of painful recovery and brought him back to his peak condition. He would never forget this kindness.

"You don't need to thank me too much, and I don't need you as my servant." Benjamin shook his head and looked at Charlotte: "You should thank Charlotte. He removed the black magic curse from you, otherwise the Holy Light and healing spells would have been ineffective. He saved you."

Amos understood Benjamin's words, then turned to Charlotte and solemnly said, "Dr. Charlotte, thank you for saving my life. Please allow me to become your servant and serve you for a hundred years as a token of my gratitude."