I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Two orcs, one fat and one thin, stared at Charlotte with their large, copper-bell-shaped eyes, their expressions malicious.

The weapon at his waist was faintly visible, giving him an air of ruthlessness that suggested he would demolish the clinic at the slightest provocation.

Patients in front of the clinic looked over, some with worried expressions, others with smiles on their faces, as if they were watching a good show.

Charlotte glanced at the young man in black sitting on a recliner not far away, then looked back at the two orcs and smiled.

"What...what are you laughing at! If you delay our brother's treatment, you won't be able to escape!" the skinny orc said, his voice trembling with fear.

The fat orc drew his large black sword and whispered, "Hurry up! Let us in!"

Charlotte looked at the two of them and said calmly, "Is this your first time here? Then let me tell you the three rules of the clinic: First, patients come in on a first-come, first-served basis, and those who are in urgent need are given priority. Please line up to enter, otherwise you will not be seen. Second, you must show basic respect to the doctor, otherwise you will not be seen. Third, the doctor will decide whether to see a patient based on their condition."

"I can't cure you guys, so I won't treat you. You don't understand basic respect, so you won't treat me either."

"You lowly human, how dare you set such rules? How arrogant!" The fat orc raised his longsword and roared, "I'll smash this lousy clinic of yours today!"

Upon hearing the commotion, the skinny orc pulled out a large iron bar, threatening to smash the clinic's signboard.

"Do you know whose territory this is? Whose shop this is?" Charlotte said calmly, without even the slightest intention of backing down.

"No matter whose territory it is, I'm going to chop you up today, you bastard!" The fat orc suddenly attacked, loosening his grip on the goblin's hand, gripping the black longsword tightly with both hands, leaping high into the air, and slashing down at Charlotte's head.

The skinny orc also sprang up instantly, turning the iron bar that was about to smash the signboard around and bringing it down on Charlotte's waist.

  

The iron bar, as thick as a thigh, came with ferocious force. If someone were hit by it, half of their bones would probably be broken.

The goblin they called their leader had been thrown to the ground and was on the verge of dying.

Now, it's obvious to anyone with eyes that these two orcs aren't here for treatment at all, but rather to cause trouble, and they probably want to kill the doctor!

"Boss, watch out!" Vivian, standing in the shop, exclaimed in surprise, instinctively reaching for her magic wand.

"So eager?" Charlotte was somewhat taken aback by the sudden attack of the two orcs.

He initially thought the two were just trying to cause trouble at the hospital, but surely they should at least wait until the goblin died in his hospital bed? He never expected them to be so impatient, resorting to assassination without a word.

Charlotte watched the long sword, glowing with an eerie light, descend from above, and felt the whistling wind of the staff beside her ears. Her body tensed abruptly, and she instinctively took two steps back.

The long stick brushed past his clothes, creating a whistling wind that made his clothes flutter.

In a flash, Charlotte moved her feet and twisted her body ninety degrees.

The long sword grazed his nose and stomach, and his toe slashed the ground, carving a deep pit in the stone steps.

The two orcs were shocked. Although they hadn't used their full strength in that attack, they were facing an ordinary human whose magical abilities had been destroyed. It was a sure kill situation, yet he had managed to avoid it.

Even Charlotte herself was stunned, and a bead of cold sweat slowly slid down the tip of her nose.

His improved physical fitness greatly enhanced his reaction speed and agility, allowing him to narrowly avoid the attacks of the two orcs.

But if there had been even the slightest deviation, he might already be beheaded.

When the two orcs started fighting, the crowd erupted in uproar, and the wounded men queuing in front of the door quickly moved aside.

The Abyss is indeed a chaotic and disorderly place, but it is not common for someone to storm a shop and kill the shop owner in broad daylight.

The shop owner is ruthless, but the landlord of this shop is not someone to mess with.

The commotion attracted the attention of the neighbors, and many people stood at their doorways, looking around and discussing it.

"Why is it Dr. Charlotte again? Has she offended someone?"

"He's run a clinic here for three years and never caused trouble, so why is he always getting harassed these days?"

"I heard that they've messed with Carol of the Judson family. Once someone sets their sights on you, the outcome is usually not good."

"Fortunately, our Dr. Charlotte has already gotten on Miss Diana's good side, and last night dozens of fox guards were dispatched to protect him."

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"Who dares to cause trouble here!"

A furious shout rang out, and three figures rushed toward the clinic.

Charlotte was instantly jolted awake and instinctively jumped back a large step, narrowly avoiding the fat orc's upward slash with his blade.

The tall, thin orc raised his club and was about to smash it at Charlotte again.

Whoosh!

A whooshing sound rang out, and a black whip tail, like a serpent, pierced through the air.

Snapped!

It wrapped itself directly around the orc's hand and tightened abruptly.

The raised iron bar stopped abruptly. No matter how the orc struggled, the whip wrapped around his hand tightened, leaving a deep bloody gash on his wrist, as if he had been cut by a knife.

Meanwhile, the other end of the whip was held in the hand of a young man in black. His gaze turned cold, and with a yank, he pulled the orc away like a sandbag, sending him flying to the ground.

The floor tiles shattered, and the orc lay on the ground howling in pain.

The other fat orc had a fierce look on his face, but before he could make any further move, a sword was already at his neck.

Three fox guards clad in black iron armor arrived and the situation was brought under control instantly.

According to Charlotte's observation, the two orcs were roughly at level two in strength, weaker than the orcs who launched the night raid last night.

This level of strength is clearly insufficient against a Fox Guard who is at least at level three.

"Causing trouble on Baka Street is tantamount to making enemies of the Harriman family!" The lead fox guard's gaze swept over the few orcs accompanying him in the crowd, his warning clear.

The orcs all avoided eye contact; some feigned concern for the patients they had brought, while others simply slipped away.

Charlotte bowed to the fox guards in gratitude.

The two orcs who caused the trouble and the dead goblin were taken away by the fox guards, and peace was restored in front of the clinic.

Charlotte looked at the emaciated goblin being carried by the fox guard, and felt inexplicably depressed.

Addictive drugs are extremely harmful, corrupting a person's will and body.

In the abyss, there are many others like them whose bodies have been hollowed out by addictive potions. They come from all races and have become tainted by the potions for various reasons, ultimately stepping into the abyss of death.

They huddled in the dark alley, awaiting the end of their lives.

The root of all this is the addictive drug sold by the Judson family, which they have given a name: Ecstasy.

If given the chance to bring down the Judson family, Charlotte would definitely be eager to kick them while they're down and send them crashing into the abyss of garbage.

Vivian breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the troublemakers being taken away by the fox guards. Fortunately, her boss was not injured. However, those two orcs were so fierce, yet her boss managed to dodge them. Was this really the agility a mage should have?

That's really puzzling.

The Fox Guards intervened to suppress the troublemakers, successfully deterring any further troublemakers.

On Bacca Street, there aren't many people who dare to challenge the Fox Guards.

Charlotte resumed seeing patients as usual, and patients began to enter the clinic one after another.

However, he still refused to treat three dying patients, two of whom were also severe victims of addictive magic drugs, with serious damage to their internal organs, beyond saving even by a miracle. Even Vivian's healing magic was powerless to save them.

Three days ago, he was just a junior veterinarian skilled in performing spaying and neutering surgeries on cats and dogs. He didn't really think of himself as a savior just because others called him a doctor.

In the abyss, you have to be careful to survive.

The morning clinic hours ended quickly, but because the number of patients had increased compared to usual, Charlotte extended the clinic hours by half an hour to prevent patients from waiting in vain.