I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Hmm... I was a little scared." Heidi nodded slightly. The feeling of being watched by a group of people was really awkward for her. But she was already here, and she was hoping that Charlotte would take her back later. Otherwise, if she stood on the street and asked her father to open the door, she would get scolded again.

She stared at the roasted lamb on the grill, which was gradually turning golden brown, wanting to minimize her presence as much as possible, then eat a large piece of lamb, drink a bowl of hot lamb offal soup, and run away.

"What does Miss Heidi do for a living?" Charlotte, who was turning the roast lamb, didn't give her that opportunity and asked in a friendly manner.

Everyone's curious gazes turned to Heidi again. They had already gotten to know each other before, so they were naturally more curious about the newcomer.

"I..." Heidi's face turned even redder as she glanced at Charlotte, who had a mocking smile on her lips.

This girl is definitely doing this on purpose. Is she going to say she draws erotic comics? That would be absolutely infuriating!

"Actually, I'm a writer," Heidi said.

"writer!"

"That's amazing!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes lit up as they looked at Heidi, filled with a natural sense of admiration.

Heidi's smile was forced; she just wanted the topic to pass quickly and stop revolving around her.

"So, what works have you written? Could we read them to you?" Charlotte continued to ask with a smile.

Are you being polite?!

Heidi was stunned. She looked at Charlotte with a mixture of resentment and pleading in her eyes. Luckily, she was wearing a long dress and cotton shoes today, otherwise they would have definitely seen her kicking the three-bedroom apartment.

She's an artist, but even a real writer wouldn't want the people around them to know what they're writing, right? Is it something that people around her can know?

  

"Yes, Kasha loves reading. Why don't you let her see the book you wrote?" Vivian suggested.

Kasha stared at Hattie, her eyes filled with anticipation and admiration.

"My books are all pretty boring and not really suitable for a cute girl like Kasha to read. Maybe you shouldn't read them," Heidi said, blushing, her eyes scanning the ground as if trying to find a crack she could crawl into.

"It's okay, I like reading all kinds of books. I can learn a lot from them," Kasha said with a slight smile, looking at Heidi with anticipation.

"I see..." Heidi looked at Kasha's innocent and naive appearance and decided to end the conversation: "Okay, then come to the bookstore to find me tomorrow, and I'll give you a copy."

Yes, her family owns a bookstore.

There are tens of thousands of books on the bookshelf, many of which are old, written by unknown authors, or even deceased. Just pick one to give to Kasha to get by; why bother with this?

"Miss Heidi, may I have the opportunity to read your masterpiece?" Charlotte asked again.

"Why don't you wait until Kasha finishes reading before you read it?" Heidi also hardened her stance. She was determined to fight back and not let Charlotte lead her by the nose like this. This girl had a frighteningly sinister quality.

"Okay." Charlotte nodded with a smile, no longer teasing her.

This made Heidi, who was gathering her strength to counterattack, feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if she had punched a piece of cotton.

At that moment, she deeply felt the feeling of being manipulated and controlled.

This also strengthened her resolve to stay away from this man; he was too high-level, far beyond what a homebody like her could handle.

This also made her doubt herself about her previous works. The male protagonist who mingled in Amman Street was greedy and lustful, and belonged to the kind of ordinary and common people.

But the real Charlotte in front of her gave her a different feeling.

Although he was confrontational and used threats and inducements against her, she had taken advantage of him when he jumped down earlier, and he was actually quite gentlemanly in holding her hands, without taking advantage of her.

But that doesn't mean he's a good person. He can easily exploit her weaknesses and hit her sore spot with just a few words. This kind of man is even more terrifying.

Charlotte focused on roasting the lamb and stopped teasing Heidi.

He actually gets along quite well with the bald owner of the bookstore next door; in a way, she's practically his niece.

If I really make her cry, it will be so awkward when we meet again.

But watching her dodge and turn on the edge of social death is really amusing.

Since Charlotte didn't speak, the conversation gradually shifted away from Heidi and continued to discuss the customs and culture of the Elf City.

Heidi watched the four elves intently as they described the elven city and the elven forest.

She carefully observed Lina and Ino. These two elven sisters were incredibly beautiful. This was the first time she had observed elven beauties so closely. Lina had a cooler demeanor, giving off a neat and straightforward feeling, while Ino had curved eyebrows and eyes, making her look very likable and approachable. Dressed as a maid, she looked even more obedient.

Amiro is a typical elven boy, with delicate features, a gentle and friendly temperament, and a youthful charm that makes people feel at ease.

Myron had the biggest impact on her. In her mind, elves were the darlings of the gods and should all be handsome men and beautiful women. Myron, on his own, shattered this fantasy.

With a square face and an honest appearance, if it weren't for his distinctive pointed ears, it would be hard to imagine that he was a purebred elf.

In the past, she would have felt guilty if she had drawn an elf even slightly ugly.

But reality told her that what she painted was still too conservative.

Most of her painting inspiration comes from books; the books on her bookshelf are her endless source of inspiration.

But she suddenly realized that interacting with real people and observing their words, actions, and appearances was completely different from what she had imagined.

Her most satisfying work is the "My Years of Hanging Out in Amman" series. Perhaps the most important reason is that the main characters were drawn based on her persistent observations during that period.

After all, she had peeked at him taking a shower at least ten times.

This led her to reflect on her actions, locking herself on the second floor and refusing to see anyone. It seemed that she had reached a creative plateau.

After learning that Miss Ruth had left Amman Street, her desire to create the Amman Street series vanished instantly.

Amman Street without Miss Ruth is like a street without a soul, and without a soul, Amman Street is no longer captivating in her writing.

Most importantly, it seems Charlotte really isn't going to Amman Street anymore!

He's changed!

This man transformed from a playboy who lingered in the streets of Amman into a dedicated and ambitious man!

The dilapidated clinic has been renovated into the brand-new Abyss Medical Center, and patients have gone from being few and far between to now lining up every day.

Last year, some patients even banged on his door and cursed him as a quack doctor who disregarded human life. But lately, all I hear are praises for his superb medical skills, handsome appearance, and kind heart.

His originally slender physique now boasts eight-pack abs, a firm and elastic chest, and beautiful lines that make one blush and their heart race.

In addition to his clinic, he also opened a pharmacy, which reportedly occupied a large area and employed many workers.

This is a classic case of a prodigal son returning home, and a powerful resurgence.

How should I get her to continue drawing "My Years of Hanging Out in Amman"?

Ruth left, so he could hang out with those frivolous women?

Even she herself couldn't bring herself to write it.

In comparison, the domineering and wealthy landlady, the obedient and sensible mermaid maid, the innocent and romantic assistant doctor, the blonde animal-eared loli... are much more wonderful!

How about finishing the "My Years of Hanging Out in Amman" series and then starting a sequel: "Daily Life in the Abyss Medical Center"?

The idea that popped into her head startled Heidi herself.

She had clearly said that she wanted to stay away from this man.

But her mind had already started to wander uncontrollably into the plot. Charlotte, who had been hanging around Amman Street for three years, suddenly obtained a magical item, had an epiphany, and began her path to a powerful rise to power.

During this process, the proud and beautiful landlady takes a liking to him, the innocent and romantic assistant doctor falls in love with him, and a pure and lovely mermaid maid comes knocking on his door...

As the reputation of Abyss Medical Clinic continues to grow, more and more patients come seeking treatment there, and unexpected romantic encounters also occur.

Elf saintess, Lance Empire princess, dragon queen... there's no limit to what you can imagine!

Just thinking about those charming and noble women being conquered and tamed by Charlotte made Heidi's breathing quicken.

Excitement is the most important source of creativity!

If a work cannot excite the creator even when it is in their mind, then it will definitely not be a work that can move the reader.

"Heidi, what's wrong? Are you too hot?" Vivian looked at Heidi with some confusion. Heidi's face was flushed, fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breathing was a little rapid.

"N-nothing...it's nothing." Heidi's wandering thoughts were pulled back. She glanced at Charlotte and, after confirming that he wasn't paying attention to her, breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Her creative desire was ignited, and she became very certain about what she would draw next.

That's right, it's "Daily Life at the Abyss Medical Center"!

Although the risk is a bit high, as long as my father doesn't sell it to Charlotte, there shouldn't be any problems.

Her picture books were produced in small quantities, and ordinary readers wouldn't take them around to promote them, so they couldn't possibly have ended up in Charlotte's hands.

Moreover, to avoid some trouble, she decided to change her usual rough drawing style, enhance the storytelling and ambiguity, and avoid overly direct explicit and violent scenes.

Charlotte didn't care, but Diana was different. Even if she had three times the courage, she wouldn't dare to draw recklessly!

That woman was so powerful that the entire Bacca Street would tremble with a single stomp of her foot.

As Heidi was lost in thought, a steaming bowl of mutton offal soup was placed in her hands.

She caught it somewhat clumsily, looked up and said, "Thank you."

She was startled when she met Charlotte's smiling eyes. Her face flushed red and she quickly looked away.

"Drink it while it's hot, there's more in the pot," Charlotte said with a smile, returning to her seat.

The thick, white broth was sprinkled with tender green scallions and contained several pieces of lamb offal. The rich aroma of the broth was irresistible, with no trace of muttony smell, only the rich fragrance of meat and scallions.

Scoop up a spoonful, blow on it, and then feed it to the mouth.

So delicious! The soup made from fresh goat bones has a naturally sweet and savory flavor, and it's seasoned with just a little salt, which is all it takes to make it even better.

The lamb offal has a crisp and refreshing texture, and the cooking time is just right. It's flavorful and the more you chew, the more fragrant it becomes.

Before she had finished her soup, Charlotte cut her a bone-in lamb chop and handed it to her. The lamb skin was roasted to a golden brown and crispy, and it was still sizzling with oil after being cut off the grill. The rich aroma of roasted meat wafted into her nose, and she couldn't resist taking a bite.

Click!

The crispy lamb skin even crackled, and the combination of the crispy outside and tender inside was absolutely delicious!

Heidi looked up at Charlotte, who was slicing roasted lamb. His tall figure, handsome profile, and delicious cooking skills made him incredibly charming.

Ino sipped the soup, her eyes shining. It was so delicious!

And it really doesn't have any strange taste at all!

Charlotte's complicated processing method completely removed the gamey smell from the offal, and the soup made from stewed sheep's head and bones was incredibly delicious.

She took a bite of the lamb offal, which was usually the most disliked part – intestines – but it was very soft and delicious.

Charlotte's cooking skills really surprised her; this bowl of lamb offal soup completely exceeded her expectations.

She was also given a spare rib, which is the crispiest part of the lamb, with the skin on both sides roasted to a golden brown and crispy, glistening with an enticing sheen and an irresistible aroma.

I opened my mouth and took a bite. The crispy, fragrant lamb skin wrapped around tender, juicy lamb meat. The aroma of the sauce and the juices intertwined, creating an unparalleled delicious experience.

Delicious! Absolutely delicious!

Back when her father was a hunter, he would occasionally bring home rabbits and pheasants that he couldn't sell, and he would roast them and eat them.

However, the taste and texture were far inferior to Charlotte's, which had a crispy exterior and tender interior. Paired with the perfect sauce, the mutton's gamey smell was completely absent. Cooking skills are indeed the most important factor.

Ino looked up at Charlotte, who was quietly drinking her soup. It was wonderful to have a teacher like him. She was sure she could learn a lot from him.

Choosing to become an apprentice was probably the best decision she ever made.

Lena munched on the lamb chop in her hand, her face also full of amazement. This was far better than her own cooking skills. Her cooking skills were only enough to support her and her younger brother and sister, while Charlotte's roasted lamb could easily be used to open a restaurant.

"The teacher is amazing!" Amir and Mellen, holding a large piece of roasted lamb, their hands and mouths covered in oil, couldn't help but praise.

They had worked hard all afternoon and were exhausted and hungry. After a bowl of hot soup and some delicious roasted lamb, they felt very satisfied.

They had a big pot of stewed meat for lunch, and a whole roasted lamb for dinner. This kind of meal was something they could never enjoy in the Elf City.

The relaxed atmosphere of chatting around the fire was a new experience for them.

Although the abyss is a bit small, the air quality is a bit poor, you can't see the sky, and the security is a bit chaotic, it seems... not bad at all.

Charlotte ate half a lamb's hoof and drank two bowls of lamb offal soup. After putting down her bowl, she said to Lina and the others, "The dormitory has been set up. You can go over and choose your own room later. Come back at seven o'clock tomorrow morning for breakfast."

"Okay." The four nodded quickly.

Charlotte looked at Martha and said, "I have to go out for a bit, Martha. You take Heidi back later."

"Mmm." Martha, who was happily gnawing on a whole lamb hoof, replied without even looking up.

"Thank you," Heidi said, feeling a warmth in her heart. He really was a thoughtful man, even making arrangements for her before leaving the house.

Charlotte went upstairs to take a shower, washing away the grease and grime, and changed her clothes. She walked to the second-floor window, where a carriage bearing the Harriman family crest was already parked in front of the clinic. A lamp hung in front of the carriage, and Buddy was driving it.

"Buddy, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting." Charlotte carried a wooden box downstairs, opened the door, and went out, looking at Buddy sitting in the car, holding the reins with one hand.

Buddy smiled and said, "You're too kind. I've only been here a short while."

"Let's go then." Charlotte carried her suitcase and boarded the carriage. Once settled, the carriage smoothly drove away from the clinic.

"Buddy, you were also on the Abyss entrance defense line during the last Red Moon night, right?" Charlotte asked, opening the car door halfway.

"Yes, almost all the Fox Guards have been deployed to the entrance defense line," Buddy nodded.

Charlotte then asked, "Based on your observations, are there any obvious instances of the berserk monsters attacking the Abyss in clusters?"

"This..." Buddy pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Based on my observation, the beast tide shouldn't be heading towards the abyss. Most of it is heading towards Kalva, but some of the relatively weaker magical beasts were pushed to the side and had to pass through the abyss, where they clashed with us."

Charlotte seemed thoughtful. The abyss, located five or six hundred meters underground, didn't seem to hold much appeal for magical beasts.

Moreover, the presence of a megacity like Kalva nearby attracts the vast majority of hatred points, further reducing the Abyss's appeal.

The long battlefront of the beast tide inevitably meant that the demonized beasts had to pass through the abyss. Without the magical protective shield, the beasts might have fallen directly into the abyss, causing casualties to the abyss's inhabitants.

"However..." Buddy hesitated for a moment, then said, "The beast tide seems to be getting stronger. If the next one is even stronger than this one, or if a high-level magical beast happens to pass by, we might not be able to hold out."

On this night of the Red Moon, the Abyss Guards mobilized almost their entire force, yet they still suffered heavy casualties, losing half of their forces, to barely hold the entrance.

Even a strong city like Kalva experienced the perilous situation of its walls being breached.

If the next beast tide is even stronger, the Abyss will probably have a hard time stopping it, and even if it manages to hold it off, the casualties will be enormous.

So, who will be able to withstand the beast tide on the next Red Moon Night?

Charlotte could tell what Buddy was worried about. This was the observation and speculation of a guardian fighting on the front lines, and it was also a crisis that cities large and small across the entire continent of Aesop were facing.

Tonight, he went to see Diana, and one of the topics he wanted to discuss was related to this.

The carriage entered Harriman Estate and stopped in front of Diana's villa.

Charlotte got off the carriage carrying her suitcase and headed straight for the villa gate.

Agatha was already waiting at the door. When she saw Charlotte approaching, she immediately opened the door to greet her, saying in a soft, charming voice, "Dr. Charlotte, Miss Charlotte is already waiting for you inside."

"Okay." Charlotte nodded and carried her suitcase into the villa.

The lights in the villa were dim tonight, and the color was an ambiguous pink, making it somewhat enigmatic.

Charlotte paused for a moment, then continued walking inside.

Diana, dressed in a red silk nightgown, reclined on the sofa, a glimpse of her fair skin peeking out from beneath the loose collar. Her shapely, long legs stretched out like two large white pythons, appearing particularly alluring in the pink candlelight. Her beautiful eyes, brimming with seductive charm, gazed at Charlotte as she entered, and she chuckled, "What, you even brought your own props?"