I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

The abyss is an extremely dangerous place, where vultures and wild dogs lurk in the shadows, watching over the fat sheep that pass by.

There are no laws here; the natural law of the jungle prevails.

This is the original owner's impression of the Abyss from her memories.

Charlotte stood at the clinic entrance. It was midday, and the surroundings were still shrouded in a misty, dim light.

Looking up, through the hazy gray mist, you can see a narrow strip of white light—this is the sky above the abyss.

The Abyss truly lives up to its name; it is a long and narrow city located in the Great Rift Valley outside the city of Kalva.

Narrow at the top and wide at the bottom, the cliffs, hundreds of meters high, form a natural barrier, blocking the rampaging monsters from the wasteland.

This is one of the few large cities on the continent of Aesop that is not protected by a magical barrier.

Chaos and disorder are the stereotypes people have of the abyss.

But under the control of several major mafia families, the real abyss actually maintains a unique order.

As long as you pay enough protection money, you can also do some small business in the Abyss, such as opening a clinic or something.

Charlotte's clinic is located on Bacca Street, which belongs to the Harriman family. Compared to streets controlled by other mafia families, it is generally more harmonious...

Not far away, two orcs were fighting each other in the street. White knives went in and green knives came out. The victorious orc bent down and snatched the money bag, then turned and disappeared into the mist. The other orc died dead in the street, and no one cared.

Never mind, he took back what he said earlier.

There is no safe place in the abyss.

Poverty is the best passport to the abyss.

Unless you're exceptionally good-looking, few people are interested in a poor person.

Of course, you have to be wary of desperate paupers who will do anything to survive.

Like all social structures, in the Abyss, people are divided into different classes.

The powerful forces represented by the four major mafia families and individuals with great strength are the rulers of the Abyss, undoubtedly the upper class.

They kill and plunder the lower classes at will.

Secondly, there are the middle class who survive cautiously under the protection of gang families by paying protection money; they are also the most favored "fresh and tender leeks" by the upper class.

They are usually the owners of various private shops in the abyss, or criminals, mercenaries, adventurers with a certain degree of self-defense ability...

Charlotte is like a tender leek, working hard every month to earn money, then paying a hefty rent to her landlady, leaving her with only a few coins jingling in her pocket.

  

Earn money in the abyss, spend it in the abyss; don't even think about taking a single penny home.

At the very bottom are still the poor.

Many of them were persecuted in other cities and fell into the abyss. Without the ability to protect themselves or earn money, they could only slowly die in dark corners.

Another group consists of middle-class people who have been ruined by addictive drugs distributed by gangs, losing their fortunes and damaging their health.

Of course, there are also some losers mixed in, these are the relatively harmless poor guys.

Charlotte was determined to be a good leek, working hard to grow fatter and more tender so that the landlady would be happier to harvest her.

The primary goal is to get through each day safely.

Going out involves risks.

Charlotte has compiled statistics showing that in the past three years, he has gone out 204 times and encountered danger 18 times.

Twelve of these incidents were purely robberies, and the victims were left with only a fig leaf to cover their shame before safely returning to the clinic.

After knocking him unconscious from behind twice, they robbed him of all his possessions, leaving him not even a fig leaf.

On two other occasions, the victims were violently robbed in the street, with knives piercing their necks and chests, just millimeters from their carotid arteries and hearts. They survived only through luck and self-rescue.

The most outrageous were the remaining two times.

Once, he was targeted by a female orc weighing over 360 pounds. After being knocked unconscious, she carried him home. If he hadn't escaped while she was out hunting, he would definitely no longer be pure.

Another time, she was kidnapped and sold to a club. She underwent three days of training, but because of insufficient endurance and excessive speed, she was deemed unqualified and thrown out.

Charlotte: ? ? ?

This incident dealt a severe blow to Charlotte's self-esteem, causing her to become so withdrawn that she was unable to open her business normally.

Charlotte glanced at her skin, which was so white it was almost transparent from years of not being exposed to the sun. Luckily, the club was only open to female customers, or she would definitely be filthy.

Looking up at the sky and confirming the approximate time, Charlotte took her first step into the abyss.

Going out at noon is safer.

This is a truth proven by the predecessors' practice.

There was a bakery next to the clinic. Charlotte spent four copper coins to buy two black breads, stood at the shop entrance and stuffed a few mouthfuls into them. Then she gulped down a mouthful of cold water and swallowed the hard bread, finally feeling like her body belonged to her.

Charlotte stuffed the remaining bread into her pocket, glanced around, and strode quickly into the mist along the edge of the street.

Charlotte needs to brew hemostatic and cleaning agents, which are very important in daily medical practice. She found the brewing methods in her diary and can try to brew them.

In addition, he also plans to refine a moisturizing essence, which is a high-profit product. If it can be sold, it will bring him a substantial return.

The pharmaceutical supplies shop was located on Tucker Street, seven or eight streets away from Bacca Street.

Charlotte followed the route she remembered, avoiding some dangerous places, and arrived at the materials shop safely an hour later.

Harry, the owner of the building materials shop, was an old goblin with a pair of shrewd eyes hidden behind thick black metal-framed glasses. When he saw Charlotte enter, he smiled and stood up from his recliner. "Dr. Charlotte, it's been a long time since you've been here. I thought you'd been sold to some club again."

Charlotte's face darkened; this was the kind of embarrassing history she least wanted to be mentioned.

However, he wasn't angry. Harry was one of the few people the original owner could call a friend in the Abyss, and also his stable supplier of medicinal herbs.

Although he likes to take advantage of small things, the quality of the materials he provides is never compromised.

"Don't mention it, things haven't been going well lately. Here's a list of the materials I need this time." Charlotte pulled a list from her pocket and handed it over, speaking in the way they usually did when they were interacting.

Harry took the list and the cloth bag, weighing the materials as he said, "What's going on? Tell me, brother, so I can have a laugh."

"My landlady has fallen in love with me," Charlotte casually changed the subject.

"Impossible!" Harry shook his head decisively, glancing back at Charlotte. "After all, you're a low-quality male demon rejected by the club."

Charlotte: = " = 凸

While chatting idly with Harry, Charlotte looked around the building materials shop.

Silver bats the size of a palm hung on a long pole to dry, a huge, colorful snakeskin wrapped around a pillar, dried green frogs were piled in a corner, and a putrid stench permeated the air.

Harry's supply shop not only supplies magical potion ingredients, but also all kinds of magician supplies. Behind the counter, two rows of exquisite magic wands stand on the cabinet, and each of the brightly colored magic stones is placed in a separate box. Two fist-sized purple magic cores come from the level five magical beast, the Berserker Giant Lizard, from the wasteland and are the shop's prized possessions.

This is one of the most comprehensive magic material shops in the Abyss, and also one of the wealthiest private shops.

Harry had once hinted that this materials shop had connections with the Cade family, one of the four major mafia families, so no one dared to mess with it.

"Has anything interesting happened in Calva lately?" Charlotte asked casually.

Harry spends most of his time traveling between the Abyss and Calva. It is said that he also owns a larger materials shop in Calva. One of the main reasons Charlotte likes to chat with him is that she wants to get some information about the outside world from him.

"What's new under the sun? Those old guys in the council are making Kalva more and more boring. Kalva wasn't like this hundreds of years ago," Harris said with a hint of disdain.

Charlotte remained silent. Hundreds of years ago, Calva had just been established and everything was in ruins, so it was naturally different from the current situation of maintaining the status quo.

"Nothing serious, but there is an interesting story, and it's related to you." Harry pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down to the tip of his nose, and looked at Charlotte with a smile.

"What does this have to do with me?" Charlotte frowned. Could it be that the legend of Brother Kalva still circulates?

"Your former fiancée, Elizabeth, the daughter of the Lord of Calva, is said to have recently been remarried by the Lord to the second son of Duke Cromwell, the Minister of State of the Lance Empire." Harry stared at Charlotte's face, seemingly hoping to see some interesting changes in her expression.

Charlotte's expression remained unchanged as she calmly said, "That sounds like a good match."

As for his childhood sweetheart and former fiancée, he didn't have any particularly strong emotional ties in his memory; at most, he felt a bit humiliated by being jilted after falling on hard times.

Charlotte began studying surgery while attending the Calva Medical School and dedicated herself to medical reform after graduation, resulting in less contact with Elizabeth, who dreamed of becoming a dragon knight since childhood.

The engagement was arranged by their elders when they were children. Charlotte's grandfather was a member of the Calva Council, and her parents were also high-level mages. However, more than ten years ago, her parents died in an accident during a defense operation against a monster attack on Calva, and she became an orphan.

Seeing Charlotte's expressionless face, Harry couldn't help but feel a little bored. He pursed his lips and said, "It sounds like a good match, but the Duke of Cromwell's second son is a notorious playboy. Your ex-fiancée doesn't think much of him, so she's said that if that second son can beat her, she'll marry him, otherwise the marriage is off."

"Then the marriage is off?" Charlotte found it rather amusing.

In his memory, Elizabeth, who had half-elf blood, was already a fourth-tier knight three years ago. None of the younger generation of knights in Kalva could match her, and she was still the best among the younger generation on the continent of Aesop.

"It's hard to say. Duke Cromwell wields immense power, and the city lord needs the support of human councilors to enter the council, which is why he facilitated this marriage." Harry shook his head with a smile. "Perhaps we'll see another forced marriage scenario in the future; it's nothing new."

Charlotte shrugged. It wasn't anything new, but what did it have to do with him?

All he wants to do right now is make money!

"All the materials are here, a total of 15 silver coins. I've rounded it down to four copper coins for you." Harry handed the bulging cloth bag to Charlotte.

"Thanks." Charlotte placed the 15 silver coins on the counter, picked up the heavy cloth bag, and turned to leave.

"I hope to see you again next month," Harry's blessing came from behind.

Charlotte stuffed the remaining two copper coins into his shoe; if all went well, he would be back at the clinic in an hour.

The return journey was the most dangerous. Although the bulging rag bundle contained strange things like silver-winged bats, dried frogs, and blue-eyed gull droppings, it did not diminish its striking appearance.

Moreover, carrying dozens of kilograms of weight on his back greatly limited his agility and speed for his small frame.

However, returning at this time is relatively safe, as most abyssal creatures have only eaten lunch about half an hour ago, which is when they are most exhausted.

When highway robbery becomes a profession, then there will inevitably be a regular work and rest schedule.

Charlotte quickened her pace, hoping to get home as soon as possible.

Then he bumped into a sword at the corner.