I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

The meeting room was completely silent. The doctors from the Fran Medical Center stared wide-eyed at the young man at the door.

"What...what did you say?" Andrew suddenly stood up.

"Miss Ruth's illness has been cured..." the young man whispered.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Andrew waved his hand forcefully, his brows furrowing deeply.

He was the one who made the diagnosis for Lucy. As a high-level mage, he was absolutely certain that healing magic had no effect on Lucy's condition, which was the evidence that she was diagnosed as "the one abandoned by God".

Healing mages have greater abilities the higher their level.

However, once you reach the level of an advanced mage, you have already mastered most of the skills required by a doctor, which is enough to support a clinic.

Higher magic levels provide more powerful healing effects and shorter casting times.

Therefore, high-level healing mages are important support in the battle process, and a healer with unlimited healing power is loved by combat-oriented classes.

As the chief physician of the Fran Medical Hall and an experienced senior healing mage, he has always been very confident in his diagnoses.

There is no possibility of misdiagnosis.

Moreover, before coming to the Fran Medical Clinic, the other three medical clinics had already diagnosed him as a "forsaken person".

Including the Dr. Trudeau Clinic across the street, whose diagnosis was reportedly made by Dr. Roland.

Seeing the disbelief on the faces of the chief physician and his colleagues, the young doctor did not argue. The situation at the Dr. Trudeau clinic was not much better than this. He simply whispered, "Right now... she's in the clinic across the street."

Andrew paced back and forth in the conference room a few times, then turned and walked out, saying as he went, "Meeting adjourned. I'm going to check things out across the street!"

Truman Medical Center, inside the luxurious examination room.

Ruth sat at the gold-rimmed examination table, with a cup of tea at a comfortable temperature beside her, and three doctors with solemn expressions sitting opposite her.

Between the two middle-aged doctors sat a young doctor, wearing a white robe, his hands clasped together on the table, his slender fingers with distinct knuckles.

He looked to be in his early thirties, with his short brown hair neatly combed up. He had a handsome face with delicate and three-dimensional features, especially his brown eyes, which were deep yet gentle, hidden under his long eyelashes, making it easy to fall into them.

At that moment, he stared at Ruth, his eyes slightly narrowed, as if trying to see through her.

Ruth felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. She picked up her teacup, took a sip, and then looked at the young doctor, saying, "Dean Roland, I'm just here to remove my scars. There's no need for you three high-level mages to consult with me."

"I'm sorry, Miss Ruth, please forgive our rudeness and abruptness, but after all, we were the ones who diagnosed you as 'the one forsaken by God' ten days ago. If it was a misdiagnosis on our part, we need to offer you our sincere apologies," Roland said in a gentle tone. "Before that, please allow us to re-examine your body so that we can make a proper assessment of your condition and avoid any oversights."

The other two doctors looked somewhat awkward, but still nodded in agreement.

If Ruth is cured, it will be a Waterloo for them in their medical career.

"I already told you I'm all better, there's nothing wrong with me..." Ruth looked at the three of them with a hint of helplessness, met Roland's calm and gentle gaze, extended her right hand, and sighed softly, "Alright, you can check me out."

"Thank you for your cooperation." Roland smiled, a green light shining from the tip of his right index finger. He gently placed it on Ruth's wrist, the green light entering her wrist, while he closed his eyes.

The examination room was quiet.

  

Andrew somehow managed to sneak into the examination room and saw Roland examining Ruth. He refrained from asking the doctor next to him any questions.

Both the Fran Medical Clinic and the Duru Medical Clinic belong to the Duru family, so although they seem to be doing business across the street from each other, doctors can move around if either clinic is too busy, and they are quite familiar with each other on a regular basis.

All the doctors and nurses held their breath, quietly awaiting Roland's diagnosis.

Although the dean is young, no one would question his abilities.

He graduated from the Calva Medical College and became a fourth-level advanced mage before the age of thirty. If he hadn't been overshadowed by that man, he would have been a genius with great renown.

Given his status, if he doesn't work hard, he could really go home and inherit trillions of dollars.

After all, he is Roland Trudeau.

But today Miss Ruth is sitting here saying that Dr. Charlotte cured her illness.

Charlotte...what a familiar name.

That almost forgotten name was mentioned again, bursting into everyone's minds.

The Abyss is so close to Kalva that every medical practitioner there has inevitably heard about his legend over the past few years.

He became a high-level magician at the age of twenty and graduated from the Calva Medical College. At the age of twenty-three, he was arrested and imprisoned, and his magical origins were destroyed.

A brilliant yet short-lived life of genius.

For the past three years, very little news has been released about him.

It's as if people have almost forgotten that such a person ever existed.

That man showed up again today!

Charlotte!

And it even cured Ruth!

Ruth looked relaxed, and seeing the doctors' tense expressions, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and she even wanted to laugh.

Some time ago, they issued a death notice for her, labeling her "the one abandoned by God," which caused her to suffer not only from illness but also from rumors and gossip.

Charlotte saved her, so she came today not only to get her scars removed, but also to let these people know that there are exceptionally capable doctors like Charlotte in this world!

Three minutes later, Roland opened his eyes, looked at Ruth and smiled, "Miss Ruth, you are in excellent health. Your previous symptoms have completely disappeared. You are indeed cured."

The examination room was deathly silent; even the sound of breathing became exceptionally clear.

All the medical staff looked at Roland in disbelief.

Andrew's mouth gradually opened wide, his wide eyes filled with disbelief.

"This...how is this possible!" The first to speak was the fat doctor sitting next to Roland, the vice president of the Dr. Duru Medical Center, who placed his trembling hand on Ruth's wrist.

All eyes turned to the vice president with hope. Although the president was young and promising, he was still quite young, and perhaps his diagnosis was wrong?

The vice president is a veteran doctor with decades of experience; there certainly won't be any problems.

Three minutes later, the vice-dean opened his eyes, his fat face trembled, and he lowered his head in shame, squeezing out a low voice from his throat, "It's really healed..."

Now, everyone was speechless.

The dean personally inspected it, and the vice dean confirmed it again. Who would dare to have any doubts?

Andrew didn't say much and prepared to sneak away when no one was looking.

"Isn't this Chief Andrew? What brings you here? Oh, and I should thank you for the painkillers you prescribed for me last time. They were a bit expensive, but they saved me a lot of suffering," Ruth's sweet voice rang out.