I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

The money obtained from selling the collateral was added to the wealth value, but the four thousand deposit that Diana paid was not added to the wealth value.

This is not hard to guess; it's most likely that the system has determined that the transaction has not yet been completed.

"Only 452 copper coins short, I'll have to wait another day." Charlotte sighed softly, still somewhat looking forward to the opening of the system shop function.

Who knows, you might even be able to exchange virtual wealth points for some good stuff from the system?

Now, all we can do is go into the alchemy room to continue researching the formula for the moisturizing essence.

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In the dark alley of Lane 7, Baka Street, three orcs lay curled up on the ground. Two of them were already dead, and the third was clutching his chest and moaning softly.

Standing to the side was a burly man with a bulging cloth bag slung over his back and a silver heavy sword in his hand. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, placed one foot on the neck of the still convulsing orc, and sneered, "Don't you even know who your grandpa Andre is! You dare to rob me! Don't you want to live?!"

"Heh heh..." The orc let out a painful breath, his blood-soaked hands trying to pry the man's feet off.

Andrei remained unmoved. The orcs' struggles only excited him, and he increased the pressure on his feet, grinning menacingly, "Vermin like you deserve to be crushed."

  

puff!

A sharp sword pierced through his back and across his chest.

Andrei's eyes widened, and he looked down in disbelief. The blood-stained sword tip quickly retracted, followed by a rapid three-stab attack.

Andrei instinctively swung his sword backward, but the shadowy figure behind him dodged it with a quick movement and snatched the bundle from his back.

Finally, Andrei collapsed, unable to hold on any longer. He only saw a dark figure flee quickly, disappearing into the mist in the blink of an eye.

"Damn it..." Blood kept gushing from Andrei's mouth. His hands trembled as he pulled out a bottle of intermediate-grade hemostatic medicine from his pocket and poured it down his throat, but the bleeding from the penetrating wound was so profuse that he couldn't stop it at all.

His life force was rapidly draining away, his body was growing cold, and the fear of death enveloped him.

The orc he had trampled on suddenly grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming menacingly in the darkness. He exhaled a heavy breath, tilted his head, and died.

"I need to find a clinic..." The will to survive made Andrei pull himself together and crawl out of the alley.

He was careless just now and didn't dodge.

Otherwise, with his strength as a fourth-tier high-level knight, he wouldn't have been stabbed so badly.

The loss of the package caused him even more heartache.

Those were all good things Carol had given him: twenty gold coins and a packet of fine potions.

He came to the Abyss on the orders of Viscount Capas, and reaped considerable benefits.

Before leaving, I took a leisurely stroll, intending to enjoy the legendary Amman Street, but unexpectedly, I ended up making a terrible mistake.

Not only have they lost their money, but now they've been stabbed four times and are even at risk of losing their lives.

The hemostatic agent did have some effect; Andrei's strong physique and will to survive finally allowed him to crawl out of the alley.

However, due to the rapid loss of blood, his consciousness became blurred.

Looking up, the streets were deserted.

However, in the abyss, being severely injured is not a good thing.

Andrei looked closely, and his eyes lit up. Ten meters away, a clinic sign was faintly visible.

A strong will to survive dispelled his drowsiness, and Andrei forced himself to crawl toward the clinic.

The clinic's signboard was like a candle in the darkness.

Thump...thump thump...

Charlotte and Vivian were busy in the alchemy room when a sudden knock on the door made them both stop what they were doing.

"I'll go take a look." Charlotte took off her apron, picked up the Judgment Sword from the counter, and tiptoed towards the door.

Opening a door for someone in the dark is dangerous, and the newly replaced iron bar doesn't seem very reliable, at least not in the abyss.

Holding a weapon in her hand, Charlotte felt a greater sense of security.

Upon reaching the door, Charlotte peered through the crack.

There was no one outside the door...

"Um?"

Charlotte frowned; he had clearly heard a knock on the door.

This made him feel a little nervous.

dong dong...

The knocking sounded again, accompanied by a weak cry for help: "Help...help me..."

Charlotte understood this time; the voice was coming from below.

My gaze shifted downwards, and there was a dark figure lying prone in front of the door, with the smell of blood wafting through the air.

He looks like a seriously injured person.

"Who are you?" Charlotte asked cautiously.

Never underestimate the acting skills of the people of the Abyss; excessive kindness can easily cost you your life.

Vivian also arrived at the door and looked at Charlotte.

Charlotte gestured for her to be quiet.

"I...I am seriously injured, save me...I will repay you handsomely..." The voice outside the door grew weaker and weaker.

"Judging from his breathing, he is seriously injured," Vivian said.

Charlotte nodded, signaling Vivian to step back. She then lifted the iron bar on the door, placed the hand holding the Judgment behind her back, and slowly opened the door.

The light from the clinic shone on the doorway, where a burly figure lay sprawled, a large pool of blood beneath him, the pungent smell of blood filling the air.

Charlotte's gaze lingered briefly on the man's black soft armor and his calloused hands. He was human, and likely a knight, unlike the Abyss natives; he seemed to have come from outside.

A local knight with any real skill wouldn't be stabbed into such a miserable state in the middle of the night.

This person is most likely an outsider, unfamiliar with the vibrant local customs and culture of the Abyss, wandering the streets in the middle of the night.

To walk in the abyss, one must go out at noon.

Because something bad was bound to happen sooner or later.

"Help...help me..." Andrei struggled to lift his head and looked at Charlotte, pleading for help in a low voice.

"Bring him in first." Charlotte stepped forward and, with Vivian's help, laboriously carried the burly man, who weighed nearly 200 pounds, into the clinic and onto the examination bed.

"His injuries are so serious..." Vivian looked at the man with weak breaths and asked Charlotte with a questioning gaze.

If healing magic is used at this moment, there is a high probability that it can revive him.

Charlotte saw through her thoughts at a glance and shook her head slightly, saying, "Close the door, take three bottles of hemostatic medicine and feed them to him. I'll check his injuries first."

A knight of unknown origin appears in the abyss at this time. Who can guarantee that he is not here to capture Vivian?

If she reveals that she knows healing magic, she might heal someone and then turn around and capture them.

Charlotte used a knife to cut open Andrei's soft armor and clothes, revealing four wounds on his chest, all of which went through his back.

Judging from its location, it should have avoided the heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long and crawl here to seek medical help.

Blood was still gushing out, but judging from the amount of bleeding from the wound, he must have already taken hemostatic medication.

The knight's robust physique gives him greater vitality, which is the main reason he has been able to hold on until now.

"Stop the bleeding first, clean the wound, and then stitch it up," Charlotte said calmly, taking a bottle of hemostatic medicine from Vivian and pouring it directly onto Andrei's wound.

The pain jolted Andrei back to reality. He mumbled something under his breath, then grimaced and howled, "What...what are you doing? Where's the healing spell? Where's the magic?"

"I'm sorry, I don't know magic. I can only use a magical potion to treat your wound and perform surgery to stitch it up and stop the bleeding," Charlotte said calmly, gesturing to the potion bottle in her hand.

"Surgery?" Andrei frowned, feeling as if he'd stumbled into a fake clinic, but the intense weakness left him no choice but to nod. "If you can save me, I'll give you a generous fee. But if you can't cure me, then you're finished..."