I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

In the prosperous capital, magnificent buildings can be seen everywhere.

But in this megacity with a population of over one million, the tallest building is not the king's magnificent palace, but the nine-story Star Gazing Pavilion standing in the north of the city.

Although the tower has only nine stories, it is over 300 meters tall.

Built of massive white stones, it shines brilliantly in the sunlight during the day, majestic and magnificent, and is a landmark building in the capital.

But when night falls, the tower blends into the surrounding darkness, with not a single ray of light visible.

Legend has it that the king once wanted to place a meter-sized luminous pearl on top of the tower to show the grandeur of the Star Gazing Pavilion, but the pavilion master refused, citing that it would affect stargazing.

The reason why the Star Gazing Pavilion holds such a high position in the Lance Empire is not because of deception.

The successive leaders of the Star Gazing Pavilion have used astrological predictions to guide the Lance Empire through a difficult period of inter-racial warfare, enabling it to build a vast human empire and become a powerful force on par with dragons and elves, earning the deep trust of the king.

Therefore, since the founding of the Lance Empire, this nine-story tower has been the tallest building in the capital, even shorter than the royal palace.

The current head of the Star Gazing Pavilion is over three hundred years old. He has seen two kings pass away, and the third one is said to be nearing the end of his life.

  

In recent years, the head of the Star Gazing Pavilion has rarely made public appearances. The last time was three years ago when he attended the King's birthday banquet, where he did not utter a single word.

Nowadays, only the young master Maria occasionally enters the palace to meet the king, serving as the face of the Star Gazing Pavilion.

Even so, no one would underestimate the Star Gazing Pavilion. Even the old nobles would show more respect when they met the young pavilion master.

Everyone knows that this young master is the great-granddaughter of the old master and the future master of the Star Gazing Pavilion.

Meanwhile, on the ninth floor of the Star Gazing Pavilion, the young pavilion master, dressed in a white dress, was holding a black square stone with a golden star on it, her brows slightly furrowed.

"You're learning pretty fast." Maria slid her finger across the screen.

The Light Chaser: [Remember, you're the one asking me for a favor.]

Miracle: [Your proactive approach shows we share the same goal. I give you what you want, and you do me a small favor—that's fair.]

Chaser of the Light: [Tell me first what you want me to do for you.]

Miracle: [After obtaining the contents of the notebook, spread the word in the capital that Vivian has returned.]

"Interesting." Maria's lips curled into a slight smile. After a moment's thought, she replied: [Deal.]

The contents of this notebook are extremely valuable, something Chancellor of the Exchequer Frank Bernice was desperately trying to protect. If used properly, it could indeed bring Cromwell to his doom.

Miracle: [Wait a moment, I'll send you all the content tonight, but it will take some time.]

Chaser of the Light: [Okay, I'll spread the word tomorrow.]

……

Charlotte concluded the transaction in a good mood, took out the handwritten copy Vivian had given her, and began editing the contents for the Light Chaser.

It feels so good to have connections!

Diana was temporarily shielding him from the threat from Carol, but the threat posed by Capas was far more deadly. If he remained in Calva and continued to track Vivian's whereabouts, it would be like a sword hanging over his head, ready to take his life at any moment.

Therefore, his deal with the Light Chaser only had one request: to transfer Kapas back to the capital.

This would make Vivian safe and greatly reduce his stress.

He killed two birds with one stone, and all he had to do was put in the physical effort of copying the text.

As he copied down the contents of the notebook, he couldn't help but wonder about the identity of this Light Chaser. He really had some nerve to dare to attack Cromwell.

Despite being Vivian's father, the Chancellor of the Exchequer, and possessing such crucial evidence, Cromwell still managed to destroy her family and cause her to lose her wife and children.

Cromwell's immense power in the Reims Empire is evident.

However, Charlotte didn't have a strong desire to explore. Everyone in the Red Moon organization was talented, and he, as a newbie, only needed to stick close to the big shots.

Cromwell is too far away and too powerful; it's not his place to worry about him.

Charlotte stayed up all night copying the entire notebook and sent it to the Light Chaser. If it weren't for the increased strength boosting her hand speed, she probably wouldn't have finished typing by dawn.

Then he slept soundly, with fox guards protecting him outside, making him feel exceptionally safe.

He was woken up early the next morning by a knock on the door.

Rubbing her sleepy eyes, Vivian opened the door and stood outside, looking at Charlotte in her pajamas with some surprise. "Boss," she said, "there's a long line of patients outside..."

Charlotte glanced at the daylight outside the door and was taken aback. Had she overslept? It seemed that staying up all night typing had really taken its toll, but she still calmly said, "I'll wash up and come down."

"Okay, sure." Vivian nodded and turned to go downstairs.

Charlotte changed into a white robe, quickly washed up, and went downstairs. When she opened the door, she saw that there was indeed a long queue outside, with more than a dozen patients waiting to be seen.

It was a bustling scene, something rarely seen at a clinic.

Given his current reputation, seeing ten patients a day is considered a normal patient volume.

At first glance, there seemed to be several seriously injured people, each supported and held by several strong men.

Charlotte's gaze lingered for a moment on the orcs guarding the seriously wounded, then subtly shifted away.

"Trying to cause trouble at a hospital? How annoying!" Charlotte's gaze fell on the first patient.

Two burly orcs were supporting a thin goblin.

This goblin didn't look very old; considering their average lifespan of over three hundred years, he was just barely an adult.

Yet this goblin, in the prime of his life, was so thin he was skin and bones, as if all the flesh on his body had been sucked dry. A green skin covered his skeleton, his eye sockets were sunken, his breath was extremely weak, and green saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth.

"Doctor, this is our boss. He was fine yesterday, but suddenly he's like this today. Please save him!" the orc on the left said anxiously.

"Is this your boss? I'd believe you if you said he was your father!" Charlotte glanced at him, and if it weren't for the corners of his mouth turning up in a wide grin that couldn't hide his smile, she would have almost been fooled by his clumsy acting.

The goblins had picked it up from who-knows-which alley; its body was clearly ravaged by the potion and was on the verge of death.

Charlotte really had no way to deal with this patient.

Surgery was clearly useless, and he didn't know magic. If they gave him a stamina potion, he would probably die on the spot.

These two are here specifically to cause trouble.

"I'm sorry, I can't treat your boss's illness. Turn left up ahead and walk two more streets. There's a large clinic there. Take your boss there quickly, don't delay his treatment." Charlotte stood in front of the door, raised her hand, and refused to see him directly.

This left the two orcs completely bewildered.

Their mission was to send the person inside, wait for the goblin to die from the treatment, then cause trouble and take advantage of the chaos to kill the doctor.

The two exchanged a glance, and the orc on the right, glaring with his large, round eyes, shouted, "I don't care! This is a clinic, so you have to treat my boss! If you can't cure him, I'll tear this lousy clinic down!"