I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte stopped three meters from the gate.

The two vicious dogs spotted Charlotte and immediately lunged at him and Edith, howling.

Edith looked at the vicious dog that was lunging at her with its gaping maw and took two steps back in terror.

The three-meter-long chains of the two vicious dogs suddenly tightened, colliding with the iron pillar with a muffled thud. The dogs, which were lunging forward, were pulled back, their gaping maws less than twenty centimeters from his neck, snapping and biting wildly. The sharp, jagged teeth collided, making a cracking sound, as if trying to bite his neck off in one bite. It looked quite terrifying.

Charlotte stood calmly in place, without retreating or even blinking.

The two orc servants, who had hoped to see Charlotte startled, turned grim. One of them immediately shouted, "Who are you?!"

"I am Charlotte, a doctor from the Abyss Medical Center. This morning, your vicious dog bit Edith's son, Norman. Why didn't you accompany the child to the hospital?" Charlotte said, looking at the two men.

"Edith?" The two servants then noticed Edith, who was half-hidden behind Charlotte, and sneered, "Your stupid son should be dead by now, right? You wretched woman, are you here to ask our master for money? Let me tell you, no way! Not only will you not get any money, you'll also have to pay compensation. Look at the mess you made of our master's beloved dog, it has a huge bloody welt on its back. Since you've delivered yourself to our doorstep, you're not leaving."

As they spoke, the two men grinned maliciously and walked toward Edith.

They all knew that the master had taken a liking to this widowed woman, but she was ungrateful and refused him time and time again. This morning, it was the master who deliberately ordered them to set the dogs on her son.

Her husband is dead, her son is dead, where can she run to? She can only let the master play with her as he pleases.

  

Now she's come to us of her own accord. If we catch her, we'll definitely get a reward. Maybe when the master gets tired of her, they can have some fun too.

Thinking of this, the smiles on their faces grew even more sinister.

Edith was filled with fear. If they caught her and took her into that mansion, with its high walls and courtyards, no matter how much she cried for help, no one would be able to save her.

"What? Not only are you not going to pay for medical expenses, but you also want to abduct women in the street? How dare you!" Charlotte said coldly.

The two servants stopped and looked Charlotte over again.

A thin human, claiming to be a doctor at some Abyss Medical Clinic, which is some kind of small clinic.

They only recognize the Drew Medical Center and the Fran Medical Center, both of which belong to the Drew family, their master's in-laws.

The tall servant sneered at Charlotte, "Kid, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Don't you even know who our master is? You dare come to Margo Street demanding medical expenses? Is it worth risking your life for a dead brat? If you know what's good for you, get lost right now, and we'll pretend we never saw you. If you still don't know what's good for you, I'll unleash the dogs!"

Emboldened by their master's power, the two vicious dogs bared their teeth and barked wildly, straining their chains so hard they clanged loudly, as if they might break free at any moment.

Edith watched Charlotte's retreating figure, her face full of conflict. If Dr. Charlotte were to get hurt because of her, then she would be in grave danger.

Anselm's wicked servants were used to bullying people on Margo Street. When they said they would unleash the dogs, they weren't just bluffing. There was a neighbor who had offended Anselm before, and his dog had bitten off his leg and he died a few days later.

The passersby also slowed down their pace.

They had all heard that Edith's son had been badly bitten by a dog that morning, with his hand even bitten off. Many people felt sorry for her, saying that her husband had just died last month, and now her son was gone too.

Unexpectedly, she brought a man back that afternoon to confront Anselm.

Although they had many grievances against Anselm, they knew he had a powerful background and dared not provoke him, so they could only swallow their anger and resentment.

Who is this rather handsome man?

To dare speak to Anselm's wicked slaves like that, and to remain so composed in front of vicious dogs.

Charlotte looked at the two of them calmly and said, "First of all, Norman is not dead. His severed hand has been reattached, and he is currently recuperating and under observation in my clinic. Secondly, the dog belongs to your master. Since it was off-leash and bit someone, your master must pay for the medical expenses. I'll say it one last time: go and call your master out immediately to settle my medical bills."

"Damn it! You dared to threaten my master on Margo Street? You think you can get away with this?! You're not going home today!"

The two wicked servants, their faces contorted with malice, immediately untied the chains binding the two giant, vicious dogs.

Wang! ! !

Once freed from their restraints, the two vicious dogs immediately pounced on Charlotte from the left and right.

"Doctor, hurry!" Edith exclaimed, instinctively lunging forward to try and block one of the dogs with her body, buying Charlotte some time.

As a frail woman, this was all she could do.

Even if it costs him his life, he will repay Charlotte for saving Norman's life.

However, just as she lunged forward, Charlotte grabbed her waist and pulled her into her arms, causing her to fall into his embrace.

Two vicious dogs pounced on him in the blink of an eye, leaping up and lunging at him simultaneously, their gaping maws capable of biting off an adult's head in one bite.

Edith closed her eyes in fright. It seemed that she and the doctor were going to lose their lives here today. She was just a worthless life, so she might as well die. It was just a pity that Charlotte, such a good doctor, would also die at the hands of this vicious dog.

"idiot!"

The two wicked servants looked at Charlotte, who stood there as if stunned, and both of them sneered. They were already used to dealing with these kinds of troubles that came knocking on their master's door.

The neighbors also lamented in their hearts, what an upright and fearless doctor he was, what a pity, that he encountered Anselm's evil servants, who were unreasonable and set dogs on people to bite.

If you take that bite, you might not even survive, right?

Just then, Charlotte moved.

With his left arm around Edith, he shifted his feet slightly, advancing instead of retreating, and crept up to the two vicious dogs that had leaped high into the air. He then delivered two simple, unadorned punches, slamming them hard into the dogs' jaws.

Boom!

The two vicious dogs, each weighing over 200 pounds, were thrown backwards as they were hit, crashing into a black lacquered gate several meters away.

With a deafening roar, the four-meter-high, heavy door collapsed inwards.

The two vicious dogs trapped inside the gate had their heads completely deformed and were no longer breathing.

The sudden turn of events brought the scene to a standstill.

Passersby stared wide-eyed at the collapsed black gate and the two vicious dogs that had been punched to death.

For a long time, the black gate of Anselm's mansion was like a gate of sin to the residents of Margo Street, guarded by vicious dogs and wicked servants. Once someone was led through the gate, they could never come out again.

Today, however, this young man punched the guard dog to death and smashed down the black gate.

If they weren't wary of Anselm, they would definitely be cheering.

Edith, who was leaning against Charlotte's chest, opened her eyes and stared in shock at the messy door and the two dead dogs. She had been so frightened that she had closed her eyes and hadn't seen what had happened.

But the dog wouldn't die on its own, and the Anselm's door wouldn't fall down for no reason, so the only explanation was that Dr. Charlotte did it.

This seemingly gentle and refined man punched and knocked over the vicious dog, smashing down the door and saving her life.

No wonder he dared to bring her alone to find Anselm; it wasn't arrogance, but rather he had formidable strength to rely on.

Charlotte had already released his grip on her waist and stepped forward to shield her. Thinking of the scene where he had pulled her into his arms and protected her earlier, Edith blushed slightly.

The two wicked servants turned ashen-faced as they looked at the dead dog and the smashed gate.

This kid looks thin, but he's surprisingly strong. He actually killed the master's beloved dog and knocked down the front door.

Now, the two of them will inevitably be punished by the master.

A burst of barking dogs and hurried footsteps echoed in the courtyard, indicating that the master and other guards had come running at the sound.

"You bastard! You dared to kill my master's vicious dog! And you even dared to smash down the front door! You've got a death wish!"

The two wicked servants shouted and drew their broadswords, lunging at Charlotte, intending to subdue the boy before their master arrived so they could report back to him.

This time, Charlotte didn't wait for them. With a swift movement, she crashed into the orc's arms on the right, grabbed his right hand holding the knife, and twisted it. With a series of cracking sounds, his right hand was twisted into a pretzel, and countless bones were broken.

Ah!

The orc cried out in pain, his face turning deathly pale, and the greatsword in his hand fell to the ground.

Charlotte raised her leg and kicked him in the knees with both feet.

With two sharp cracks, his kneecaps collapsed, and he fell to his knees with a thud, instantly losing all mobility.

Upon seeing this, the other servant's expression changed drastically. Realizing that the two of them were no match for Charlotte, he turned and ran towards the gate.

But Charlotte was much faster than him, catching up from behind and kicking him in the back of the knee.

The wicked servant slammed his knees down onto the stone slab, his bones piercing through and leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

what--

The wicked slave let out a scream, turning back in terror to look at Charlotte as she approached, pleading, "Don't kill me! Don't kill me..."

Charlotte stomped on his left hand, breaking it at the forearm. The broken bone protruded from the wound, making it look quite gruesome.

"How does it feel to have your hand severed?" Charlotte looked down at the orc screaming in agony and asked coldly.

"stop!"

"Who are you! How dare you cause trouble on Margo Street!"

At this moment, a fat middle-aged man dressed in bright yellow fine clothes strode out of the gate, surrounded by a group of orc servants leading vicious dogs, and shouted angrily.

The onlookers quickly retreated, afraid of being targeted by that group.

However, seeing Charlotte kill the vicious dogs, dismiss the wicked slaves, and smash the gate, everyone's faces couldn't hide their excitement.

These are all things they wanted to do but couldn't. They never expected that the reinforcements Edith brought today would be so powerful and audacious.

The wicked servant, trampled under Charlotte's feet, suddenly brightened up and shouted, "Master! It was that bitch Edith who brought him here to cause trouble. She killed your beloved dog and crippled us! You must seek justice for us..."

The middle-aged man also noticed Edith, and waved his hand with a dark expression.

A dozen or so wicked servants, leading vicious dogs, immediately surrounded Charlotte and Edith.

Charlotte glanced around and saw that apart from the burly male orc standing next to Ansem who had level three strength, the other slaves were generally at level one or two, posing no threat to him whatsoever.

Anselm is a human, probably a level two mage. Judging from his pot-bellied appearance, he probably didn't even bring a magic wand with him.

"You are Anselm?" Charlotte kicked away the wicked slave at her feet, summoned Edith to her side, and then looked at Anselm and asked.

"That's right, I am Anselm. Who are you? What is your relationship with Edith? Why did you hurt my dog ​​and servants!" Anselm saw that Charlotte remained calm despite being surrounded, as if she had something to rely on. He couldn't help but feel uneasy, worried that he had kicked a hornet's nest, so he didn't rush to have his wicked servants release the dogs.

Charlotte looked at him and said, "I am Charlotte, a doctor at the Abyss Medical Clinic. Your vicious dog bit Edith's son, Norman, and brought him to my clinic for treatment. I'm here to collect the medical fees. Your wicked servants don't distinguish right from wrong; they let the dog bite me and tried to stab me with a knife. I acted in self-defense and subdued them. Isn't that reasonable?"

Self-defense? Reasonable?

Anselm and his servants looked at the servants whose hands and feet had been crippled, and the two dogs nailed to the gate, their expressions slightly strange.

Anselm doesn't go out much, but he has heard of the Abyss Medical Center, which is said to have some connection with the Harriman family.

So what if he has ties to the Harriman family? He's related to the Truman family by marriage!

This guy in front of him killed his beloved dog, crippled his servants, and even tore down his front door!

Edith, that bitch, I don’t know what benefits she promised him, that she dared to cause trouble at his house. Today I have to teach her a lesson. Even if I don’t kill her, I have to cripple her. Otherwise, how will Anselm ever be able to stand on Margo Street?

"Go, call the son-in-law here, and tell him that someone is causing trouble here," Anselm instructed the servant beside him.

The servant understood, went back, rode a horse, and went to fetch someone through the back door.

He'll get his backer first. Even if things escalate to the Harriman family, with the Tru family backing him up, he won't be afraid.

"Kid, that little bastard Edith provoked my dog ​​and got bitten. If my dog ​​hadn't held back, that little bastard wouldn't even have a bone left." Anselm looked at Charlotte and sneered, "You killed two of my dogs and crippled two of my servants. Tell me, how do you want to settle this score?"

"Anselm, you're lying! Norman always avoids your dog. You deliberately let the dog bite him. How could you do such a thing to such a small child!" Edith roared at Anselm with a face full of resentment. If she weren't weak, she would have liked to tear his mouth apart.

Anselm glanced at her and sneered, "Edith, do you really think he can protect you and your child? If you want to survive in Margo Street, you'll have to live at my beck and call. You should know what happens to those who don't know what's good for them."

Edith's face paled, and she instinctively took a step back.

The onlookers all lowered their heads, their eyes filled with resentment, but they dared not show it in the slightest.

Anselm's words were addressed to Edith, but they also carried a warning, telling them not to try anything.

"I, Charlotte, will protect Edith and her son." Charlotte stepped aside to shield Edith behind her, and looked at Anselm with a smile, "The Abyss has been built into a city, and now it has a set of laws that are not quite complete, but they are more than enough to punish a bully like you who bullies men and women and lets his dogs hurt people."

"What a joke!" Anselm laughed loudly, looking at Charlotte with a mocking expression. "Kid, the Abyss has been built as a city, but do you know who I am? The Duru family is now the city lord's mansion, and I'm related to the city lord by marriage! Do you think the laws of the Abyss can apply to me? I'll arrest you and tie you up in a moment, and take you to the city lord's mansion to make you compensate me for the losses of my two beloved dogs and two servants."

The servants surrounding Charlotte and the others burst into laughter upon hearing this, and the large dog they were holding barked incessantly.

"Go, go outside and find the Abyss Patrol. They'll be there to collect these two guys' bodies later. If they dare to come here, you'll be leaving Margo Street in a daze today," Anselm ordered. A servant immediately obeyed and ran towards the main road outside.

"Neighbors, I reiterate: I am here today to demand medical expenses for Edith and Norman, who were attacked and mauled by Anselm's vicious dogs: 100,000 copper coins for surgery and 50,000 copper coins for post-operative care." Charlotte's gaze swept past the thugs and landed on the neighbors watching from a distance. She declared loudly, "Anselm abused his power, allowing his vicious dogs and servants to attack and maul me and Edith at will. We were forced to defend ourselves, and Anselm will bear all the consequences."

"Who the hell on this street dares to testify for you?!" Anselm arrogantly pointed at the onlookers, and wherever his finger pointed, the neighbors all lowered their heads in fear.

Anselm waved his hand smugly: "Unleash the dogs! Bite those two scoundrels to death!"

The wicked slaves laughed and released their chains, and a dozen or so vicious dogs, which had been eager to pounce, suddenly rushed towards Charlotte and Lois from all directions.

The neighbors couldn't bear to look away. These vicious dogs kept in the inner courtyard were even more ferocious than the two from before, and there were more than a dozen vicious servants surrounding them. Charlotte and Edith were probably going to be torn to pieces and bitten to death on the spot.

Edith retreated to Charlotte's side, glaring at Anselm with resentment, but she was no longer so afraid.

Anselm grinned as he looked at Charlotte, who was surrounded by vicious dogs. In all these decades, no one on Margo Street had dared to challenge his authority like this. This guy had to die!

He's just a doctor. Even if he has some connections, his son-in-law can easily smooth things over with a few words. There's nothing to worry about.

It's just a pity about Edith, that little vixen. Last month, we finally managed to kill her husband, but she's so stubborn. Today, we planned to kill her son to completely break her will, but she ended up hiring this hothead.

Charlotte stepped over the pack of dogs, looked at Anselm's smug smile, and a smirk crookedly appeared on her face.

A black sword light suddenly flashed, slicing through the twelve vicious dogs that pounced on it.