I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

For the next patients, Charlotte, who was seriously injured, explained and taught the two of them as she worked, while Lena handled the minor injuries that only required cleaning and suturing.

The efficiency of receiving patients has decreased, but both Lina and Amiro feel that they have benefited greatly.

In particular, Lina's suturing skills became increasingly proficient after she began performing surgeries on patients.

Unlike practicing on mice, suturing patients requires more focus and care, but it is actually simpler in practice. The more you suture, the faster you can go.

The morning passed by in a flurry of activity. Because Lina was assigned to perform some of the surgeries, my shift ended about an hour late.

"Ugh, I'm so tired." Vivian came out of the operating room and looked at Charlotte, asking, "Boss, what happened today? You saw about the same number of patients as me."

"Junior Uncle, it's not the teacher's fault. It's because I was too slow in suturing the patient, which caused a lot of delays," Lina quickly explained.

"Oh right, Lina, you officially started performing surgeries today. How many surgeries did you do this morning?" Vivian asked her with some curiosity.

Myron, who had followed them out, was also looking at Lina.

Lina said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm not very skilled yet; I've only performed fifteen simple debridement and suturing procedures."

"Fifteen units!"

Vivian and Myron were both surprised.

Myron looked on with envy. He was still just a skilled assistant surgeon, and it would be a long time before he could perform a surgery on his own. Lina, on the other hand, had already completed fifteen surgeries on her own today. Even the simplest debridement and suturing was enough to make him envious.

That truly saved fifteen patients.

Vivian pondered, "This talent is amazing. It's your turn to perform my surgery tomorrow, right? How about I add another operating table and you can specialize in debridement and suturing? It would be a waste of your talent to have you assist me."

"Your operating room isn't very big to begin with. Adding another operating table would not only make it too crowded, but it would also make it difficult to avoid contamination during the surgery," Charlotte said, shaking her head directly.

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"It's alright, I'll assist you and learn from you better," Lina said with a smile.

Vivian nodded and said, "You have such a sweet tongue. Then I'll just do what your master does and entrust you with some simple surgeries. If you can grow into a qualified surgeon as soon as possible, your master and I will be able to save a lot of trouble."

"Okay, thank you, Junior Uncle." Lina nodded obediently.

"A patient has been admitted to the ward?" Vivian looked at Charlotte again.

"Yes, a little boy whose hand was bitten off by a vicious dog. The dog owner refused to take responsibility and even threatened to drive Edith and Norman out of the abyss." Charlotte briefly explained Edith and Norman's situation.

"That mother and child are so pitiful, and that Anselm is such a bastard!" Vivian clenched her fists after hearing this.

"I'll go see if the child is awake yet." Charlotte walked towards the ward.

"I'll go see him too; maybe I can help ease some of his pain." Vivian quickly followed.

Charlotte reached out and knocked on the door of the ward.

"Doctor, you've arrived." Edith opened the door shortly after. Her eyes were still red and she looked somewhat weak, but her emotions were much more stable than in the morning.

"Is the child awake?" Charlotte asked.

"Yes, Norman just woke up." Edith nodded and quickly made room for him by the door.

Charlotte and Vivian entered the ward. On the bed, the little boy opened his eyes and looked at them timidly, somewhat nervous and shy.

"Don't be afraid, Norman. These are the doctors who saved you. They are very kind people," Edith said gently. She walked to the bedside and looked at the two of them somewhat apologetically. "The child was a little frightened. He's not usually like this. He's a very polite child."

"It's okay." Charlotte nodded slightly. After something like this happened, even an adult would be traumatized, let alone a five-year-old child. Norman had already shown enough courage, waking up without crying or making a fuss.

"Hello Norman, I'm Charlotte from the Abyss Medical Center. This morning, Lina, Amiro, and I performed surgery on you." Charlotte approached the bedside and looked at Norman gently, asking, "Does your wound still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Norman stared at Charlotte with his bright black eyes, shook his head slightly, and said softly, "Thank you for saving me, doctor."

"You're welcome," Charlotte said with a smile. He was indeed a polite child, but his behavior made Charlotte feel a little uncomfortable.

Five hours have passed since the limb replantation surgery. The anesthesia has long since worn off, and this should be the most painful time for the wounds. Five wounds on his hands, shoulders, and legs—how could a five-year-old child endure this? Most likely, it was to avoid worrying Edith.

"You probably didn't eat breakfast this morning, did you?" Charlotte asked Edith.

"This happened before I even made breakfast this morning, so I haven't eaten yet." Edith nodded somewhat apologetically, glanced at Norman, and then said, "Doctor, regarding Norman's condition, can I take him home? The child might be a little hungry, and I'd like to go back and cook for him."

Charlotte shook her head and said, "The child doesn't need to rush back. His hand has just been reattached, and the back-and-forth movement is not good for his recovery. Let him stay in the clinic ward for a couple of days. After you confirm that his function has returned to normal, you can take him home. You don't need to rush back to cook either. We'll make two extra portions for you when we have lunch later. After we eat, take me to Margo Street."

"Go to Margo Street? You'd better not go looking for Anselm. He's not someone to mess with, and I'm afraid he'll just cause you more trouble." Edith looked worried and took out her purse. "I have 862 copper coins here. I know that's definitely not enough for the medical expenses. Tell me the amount for the medical expenses, and I'll go and raise the money."

"I told you, you don't need to worry about the medical expenses. Anselm is going to pay for it. And it's not just about the money; he's a repeat offender who condones vicious dogs attacking people. This kind of scum needs to spend a few years in jail before he'll learn his lesson." Charlotte looked at Edith and said firmly, "Do you want anyone else to be bullied by him like you and your son have been?"

"I..." Edith clutched her skirt, unsure of what to do.

Lying in his hospital bed, Norman's eyes lit up as he looked at Charlotte.

"Mother, we should listen to the doctor." Norman reached out his right hand from under the covers and gently grasped Edith's hand.

Edith looked at her son, meeting his clear eyes. Thinking of the terrible scene that morning, and Anselm's ugly face and actions, she seemed to suddenly gain courage and strength. She looked at Charlotte and said, "Okay, I will cooperate with you."

Charlotte nodded slightly, indicating that they should rest in the ward for a while.

"Boss, should I use my healing spell to ease little Norman's pain?" Vivian came out, her face full of pity.

Even an adventurer would be in excruciating pain and crying out for their parents after surgery for such an injury, but the child didn't cry or make a fuss, acting as if nothing had happened.

"No need. Little Norman's endurance is stronger than I expected, so let's not use healing spells on him for now." Charlotte shook her head, and seeing Vivian's puzzled look, she explained, "If we want to get justice for them, the injuries are very important evidence. Using healing spells will inevitably make his injuries look less serious, which will not help them get more compensation."

"I understand." Vivian nodded thoughtfully.

"After lunch, I'll give him another half-bottle of anesthetic to ease his pain and let him get some more sleep," Charlotte said.

Vivian asked with some concern, "What are you planning to do about Anselm? According to Edith, he's a bully and related to the Duru family by marriage. It'll be difficult, won't it? Should we ask our landlady for help?"

"Let's not talk to the landlady yet. The Abyss has officially been established, and such a grand ceremony was held before. I want to see how it will be handled if an ordinary person sues this kind of bully." Charlotte shook her head. "After lunch, Edith and I will go to Margo Street first, and you go to the city lord's mansion to file a complaint. Tell them that Ansem of Margo Street condoned his vicious dog's attack, biting off little Norman's hand, refused to apologize or compensate, and issued death threats to Edith and little Norman. Please ask the city lord's mansion to intervene."

"Then why don't you take Edith with you to the city lord's mansion to file a complaint, and then go to Margo Street with the police? Wouldn't that be safer?" Vivian asked, puzzled.

“Anselm is a local tyrant, he’s been operating on Margo Street for years, and he’s also related to the Duru family by marriage. If I take Edith directly to sue him, the most likely outcome will be a lenient sentence, with him just paying some medical expenses.” Charlotte said with a slight upturn of her lips, “I’m taking Edith to Margo Street first to get myself involved in this case, to become a party to it, so that this matter can’t be resolved so easily, thereby achieving the goal of punishing Anselm.”

"Brilliant!" Vivian's eyes lit up; Charlotte's deduction was spot on.

She had seen this kind of thing many times when she was in the capital. When noble children committed crimes, they could basically get away with it by relying on their status and connections, pay a small amount of money and be done with it. It didn't cause any serious harm, let alone have any deterrent effect.

After losing money, those scumbags often take pride in it and become even more arrogant and rampant, often even harming the victims a second time.

If the city lord's mansion intervenes and only makes Ansem pay some medical expenses, it is likely that the mother and son will have a hard time surviving in the abyss in the future.

Vivian added worriedly, "But wouldn't it be very dangerous for you to go there now? If Anselm sets his dogs on you, can you handle it? Maybe you should bring Martha with you."

"It's alright, I know what I'm doing, there won't be any problems," Charlotte said with a smile.

Last night he killed Lorenzo, a level seven expert. Anselm is just a local bully on the street. It's uncertain whether he has a level five expert in his family, let alone a level six or seven expert.

He took Edith to Margo Street, which was hardly an incursion into the lion's den; he was perfectly confident in their safety.

Lunch was simple; I only made one stewed meat dish and one stir-fried vegetable dish.

However, Charlotte cooked a separate pot of lean meat porridge for little Norman, which was easier for him to eat.

Edith was invited upstairs to have lunch with them, while Lina offered to have lunch later so she could feed Norman porridge first.

Edith was deeply moved and shed tears several times over her help from Charlotte and the others.

After lunch, Charlotte changed her clothes and went downstairs to give Norman half a bottle of anesthetic.

Seeing Norman fall into a deep sleep, Edith felt a little relieved.

"I know the child is in pain, but he won't utter a sound so as not to worry me. He's as stubborn as his father." Edith sighed softly and wiped away a tear from the corner of her eye.

"He is indeed a sensible child." Charlotte nodded. "Let's go, we should head to Margo Street."

"Do you need to bring some help?" Edith looked at Charlotte. The doctor gave her a gentle feeling. He was tall and slender, but did not look very strong. Compared with the servants kept by Anselm, he seemed rather thin.

"No need. The clinic is full of young girls; bringing them along would only be a burden." Charlotte shook her head. "I've already given Vivian the address of the Anselm family. She'll be going to the city lord's mansion to complain later. Let's go to Margo Street first. Don't worry about Norman; Kasha will be watching over him."

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions." Edith didn't ask any more questions. Charlotte dared to accompany her into the lion's den, so how could she back down?

Norman's life was saved by them, and now that her safety is guaranteed, she has nothing left to worry about.

Margo Street is not far from Bacca Street, only three blocks apart, about a 20-minute walk.

Charlotte was too lazy to rent a car, so she simply took Edith and walked to Margo Street.

Vivian went out with them and walked two blocks together before parting ways.

According to Charlotte's observations recently, the daytime order in the Abyss has become quite good. There are patrol teams on every main street, and as long as you don't go into secluded alleys, you don't need to worry too much about your safety.

Moreover, as Adolf's beloved apprentice, Vivian possesses a thick stack of talismans, trigger-activated magical shields, and a considerable number of level four and five instant-cast magic talismans. If any foolish thief dares to touch her, they'll be in deep trouble.

Along the way, Edith also provided Charlotte with some information about Anselm.

Anselm was indeed a tyrant on Margo Street, but his influence was limited to the not-so-prosperous Margo Street. In addition to keeping more than a dozen vicious dogs, he also kept more than a dozen strong servants in his mansion. With the help of vicious dogs and servants, he bullied men and women on Margo Street, and his behavior was extremely vicious.

After the Tru family collected rent once, Anselm wanted to collect rent from the residents of Margo Street again per capita.

His status as a relative by marriage to the Tru family made it even more difficult for the neighbors to speak out against him, as they dared not oppose him at all.

"Who in the Tru family did his daughter marry?" Charlotte asked.

Edith shook her head: "I'm not too sure about that. It's said to be some young master from the Duru family."

"Young Master." Charlotte pondered for a moment. Roland was definitely out of the question, so it must be the two vengeful brothers, Alvin and Alvana.

Whether the Tru family was aware of Anselm's forced collection of poll taxes, whether it was tacitly approved, or whether Anselm used the pretext of the tax to collect it secretly, is a matter worth investigating further.

The three major families control all the land in the Abyss, renting out houses to residents as a way of collecting taxes.

Even with the construction of the city in the Abyss, this model remains unchanged. However, according to Diana, the council is currently discussing a certain degree of rent standardization based on the area to ensure that residents can afford it.

Anselm's decision to charge rent a second time was like adding insult to injury for the residents of Margo Street, causing considerable public resentment, which was suppressed only out of fear of the Trudeau family.

During our casual conversation, we arrived at Margo Street.

Margo Street is not wealthy or bustling; it is filled with old, dilapidated houses and has almost no shops, making it far inferior to Bacca Street.

According to Edith, most of the residents here are quite poor.

The Tru family didn't value this place much; it's only because the rent is cheap that it has become so popular.

But as Anselm became increasingly greedy, charging hundreds more in rent each month, the value for money on Margo Street dropped significantly, and residents had to be wary of being bitten by vicious dogs when they went out. As a result, many residents have begun to consider moving away from Margo Street.

As for why so many people still live here, it's because Anselm declared that anyone who tries to leave will be killed unless they leave the Abyss, leaving many people with no choice but to continue living here.

Charlotte was now quite curious whether Roland and his father, Lord Joseph, knew about this. If they condoned the existence of such people and things, her opinion of the two men would change.

"That's Anselm's mansion." Edith stopped and pointed to the imposing mansion in the middle of Margo Street, a hint of fear in her eyes.

The mansion, built of flat, black boulders, has walls that are over five meters high, creating a striking contrast with the low houses around it, and it occupies a large area.

Two large dogs, about half a person's height, were chained to the door with thick iron chains. Judging from their breed, they were large dogs that were crossbred with hyenas. They had big mouths full of sharp teeth and very developed shoulder and back muscles. As soon as they saw a passerby, they would suddenly pounce, and the three-meter-long iron chains would be suddenly tightened, scaring the passerby into screaming and forcing them to quickly walk away along the other side of the road.

Margo Street is only about six meters wide, and the vicious dog's chain is three meters long. It can leap into the middle of the street in one go. If a passerby is not prepared, they can easily be pounced on and bitten.

The two tall orc servants guarding the gate watched this scene, but instead of stopping the vicious dogs, they laughed heartily at the passersby's panicked escape.

"Norman was bitten by those two dogs this morning, and they weren't chained up at the time," Edith said angrily, clenching her fist.

"Let's go, let's go meet them first." Charlotte led Edith towards Ansem's mansion. These two vicious dogs looked more ferocious than many of the level-one magical beasts that roamed the wilderness. Even adults would avoid them. Ansem was a truly wicked man for letting his dogs hurt people.