I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Tucker Street is the most bustling and commercially vibrant street in the Abyss.

This street belongs to the Tru family, and on this street, as long as you have money, you can buy anything you want.

Besides addictive drugs.

The Duru family has explicitly prohibited all transactions related to addictive potions from taking place on this street.

Even the Judson family failed to extend their reach into this area.

A magical general store offering all sorts of materials, a jewel-encrusted gem shop, a large magic core trading market, and monthly auctions...

Some say that you can find the feeling of living in Kalva here.

Most importantly, two of the Abyss's only four large medical clinics are located on Tucker Street, right across from each other.

One was the Fran Medical Clinic, and the other was the Trudeau Medical Clinic.

Unsurprisingly, they all belong to the Tru family.

Moreover, these two clinics have a better reputation than the clinics owned by the Daniel family and the Judson family. After all, the Drew family's clinic only cares about money, while the other two clinics are deadly; losing a kidney is considered a stroke of luck.

The pumpkin carriage arrived and stopped in front of Tru's Medical Clinic.

Ruth, dressed in a gorgeous long dress, stepped lightly from the carriage.

Her graceful figure immediately attracted many eyes, and the doctors and nurses coming in and out of the two clinics across the street recognized her.

Of all the patients who were deemed God's forsaken during this period, Miss Ruth was clearly the most regrettable.

The most alluring dancer on Amman Street, the woman who haunted the midnight dreams of countless men, was diagnosed with an incurable disease and abandoned by God.

Her painful appearance and listless state, as she went back and forth between several clinics, all indicated that her days were numbered.

  

She hasn't performed on stage for a long time, and there are even rumors that she has died.

But today, Ruth appeared at the entrance of Dr. Tru's Medical Clinic dressed to the nines. She looked radiant and full of energy, the center of attention wherever she went, as if she were glowing. There was not a trace of illness in her.

"Is this a final burst of energy before death? Or has Miss Ruth's illness been cured?"

"Nonsense! She is a person forsaken by God! Moreover, she was diagnosed as such by four different medical institutions at the same time."

"Judging from her condition, I think you look more like the one who's sick than she does."

"Go and inform Master Andrew immediately; something is amiss here."

At the entrance of the Fran Medical Clinic, two doctors who had just started their shift whispered to each other before quickly entering the clinic.

At the entrance of Dr. Truman's clinic, a young and beautiful nurse greeted Ruth with a smile as she entered the clinic.

Miss Ruth is quite famous in the Abyss and is a high-end client of Duru Medical Clinic. She comes to their clinic whenever she has a headache or fever, and spends more than seven figures on beauty treatments every year.

Such high-quality clients all have their own dedicated butlers; Hattie is Ruth's dedicated butler.

"Miss Ruth, are you planning to continue with your examinations today?" Hattie asked with a smile, but a hint of worry was in her eyes.

Two weeks ago, Ms. Ruth came to Dr. Tru's Clinic for treatment because of abdominal pain. She was diagnosed by three doctors as "a person abandoned by God".

She came several more times, but the result was the same each time.

Burdened by the incurable disease of being "abandoned by God," Miss Ruth was tormented by illness. Her bright eyes gradually lost their color, and her elegant figure seemed to become hunched over, no longer possessing the radiance she had on stage.

However, she seemed to be in good condition today, which made Hattie even more worried.

This made her wonder if Miss Ruth had taken a magic potion. It is said that addictive magic potions can make people temporarily forget their pain and become mentally excited.

But this will not alleviate the condition; on the contrary, it will accelerate the progression of the disease and burn away life.

The doctor, whom Ruth knew, stopped and greeted her, but both hesitated to speak.

They all share similar ideas with Hattie to some extent.

Ruth seemed to sense their thoughts, stopped, and said frankly, "No, my illness has been cured by Dr. Charlotte. I'm not here for a check-up, but for scar removal surgery."

In the lobby of the clinic, many doctors came and went, all paying attention to Ruth.

Upon hearing this, there was an uproar, and the doctors were shocked.

"What...what did she just say? She's cured?!"

"How could someone diagnosed as God-forsaken by four different clinics possibly be cured! This is not theological!"

"Charlotte? That name sounds familiar. Is there a doctor like that in the Abyss? Which clinic does she work for?"

The doctors whispered among themselves, their usual composure gone.

Hattie was stunned, looking at Ruth with some disbelief. A person forsaken by God was essentially sentenced to death, yet Miss Ruth actually cured him?

She was just a receptionist at the clinic and didn't have a particularly deep understanding of the phrase "abandoned by God".

So when she heard Ruth announce with a radiant smile that her illness had been cured, she was not only surprised but also genuinely happy.

Even as a woman, I couldn't help but take a second look at a beautiful woman like Ruth with such a great figure. It's such a wonderful thing to be able to continue living and dancing.

"Please come with me. There aren't too many patients this morning. Which doctor would you like to see? The hospital director is also here today..." Hattie led Ruth toward the special consultation room, where premium clients can enjoy premium resources.

As Ruth left the lobby, the doctors erupted in an uproar.

Many people expressed disbelief at the news that Ruth had been cured.

It's understandable for one clinic to make a misdiagnosis, but it's unacceptable for all four clinics in the Abyss to make a misdiagnosis simultaneously.

This is an insult to all medical professionals in the Abyss.

Koru is standing here today, all lively and energetic, talking about scar removal in a relaxed tone.

What does this even mean?

"Does the dean know about this? He made the diagnosis last time along with two other vice deans."

Shh! The less you say, the less likely you are to make a mistake.

"I'll go take a look."

The more experienced doctors all left their seats and headed to the consultation room. This was no small matter; it even concerned the reputation of their clinic.

Across the street.

French Medical Clinic.

Chief Physician Andrew is holding his routine morning meeting. Today's topic is: how to make patients feel more comfortable and thus cooperate with more expensive treatment options.

This is truly a good doctor who serves the people.

"Chief, Miss Ruth is alive!" A young doctor rushed into the conference room and said excitedly.

All eyes immediately turned to him.

Andrew closed his notebook, looking at the impetuous young man with some displeasure. "Miss Ruth is dead? That would be news. She's not dead, so of course she's still alive."

The meeting room erupted in laughter, and everyone looked at the young doctor with more pity.

Being targeted by a CEO who loves to stir up trouble is not a good thing.

The young doctor swallowed hard, shook his head, and said, "No...no, I just saw her get off the carriage looking very energetic and go into Dr. Duru's clinic. I followed her out of curiosity and took a look. She actually said in public that her illness was cured! It was cured by that Dr. Charlotte!"