I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Andrew paused, feeling the gazes of the doctors in the examination room fall upon him. His face flushed and paled in turns, but he eventually smiled and turned around.

But the smile was somewhat droopy, as if she were crying.

What do you mean by this?

Why not just stay in your own clinic? Why come here to watch the commotion?

Ruth's words were full of praise, without a single swear word, yet he felt as if she were pointing a finger at him and cursing him behind his back.

Thinking back to how he had boasted to his doctors at the last meeting about how he had earned an extra 30,000 copper coins from Ruth, he felt his face burning even more now.

"Well... I'm so glad you're alright," Andrew said, looking at Ruth.

Do not believe?

Wouldn't that be a slap in the face to your own boss?

With Roland and the vice president both endorsing him, he had to swallow his questions, no matter how many he had.

  

He was both angry and curious about that guy named Charlotte. How did he cure his illness, which even healing magic couldn't work?

This not only ruined his reputation, but also damaged the reputations of four medical clinics in the Abyss.

"Yes, thank you." Ruth smiled and nodded, her gratitude genuine.

Andrew gave an awkward smile, then slipped away under the watchful eyes of the doctors.

Andrew left, and the other unrelated doctors, under the vice president's signal, also left the examination room with complicated expressions.

All the doctors couldn't understand how Charlotte had managed to cure Ruth, who had been labeled a "forsaken person."

Could it be that all four clinics misdiagnosed the patient at the same time? Does that mean they are not skilled enough?

But if it wasn't a misdiagnosis, then it's even more frightening.

Those abandoned by God can be saved, and their faith in studying medicine will completely collapse at this moment.

Only Ruth, Roland, the two vice presidents, and Ruth's personal caregiver Hattie remained in the examination room.

The atmosphere became a little strange.

After confirming that Ruth had recovered and her symptoms had disappeared, the two vice-deans suddenly lost their usual commanding presence, lowering their eyes and avoiding eye contact with Ruth.

If Roland hadn't been sitting here, they would have made an excuse to run away long ago.

"I'm sorry, Miss Ruth, we apologize for the previous misdiagnosis." Roland stood up and bowed ninety degrees to Ruth in apology.

The two vice deans were shocked by what they saw and quickly stood up to apologize to Ruth.

This bow was tantamount to admitting to Ruth that they were not qualified enough and had misdiagnosed her.

If this gets out, it will damage the reputation of Dr. Tru's Medical Clinic...

However, Roland is the director, and the Drew Medical Clinic is owned by his family, so they can't interfere.

"It's alright, Dean Roland. Other families have made the same diagnosis. It's not your fault," Ruth said with a smile, trying to comfort her.

The two vice-deans blushed even more. Their Duru Medical Hall had three fourth-tier high-level healing mages and always considered itself the best medical hall in the Abyss.

Ruth's words of comfort sounded particularly harsh.

Roland, still wearing a gentle smile, sat down again. "You said Charlotte cured your illness. May I ask how he treated you?"

Upon hearing this, the two vice deans also looked up at Ruth, their eyes filled with a thirst for knowledge.

Ruth's illness was very strange. The pain in her lower abdomen was extremely severe and was not caused by external injury. Healing magic was useless and even worsened the pain. As for painkillers, they only temporarily relieved her pain and did not help her condition.

Therefore, they were equally curious about how Charlotte cured Ruth.

As a vice dean, there are some things I'm embarrassed to ask directly.

Vivian gestured towards her abdomen and said, "Dr. Charlotte made an incision in my abdomen, removed a section of my rotten intestine, and then the pain disappeared."

The examination room remained quiet for a long time.

The three people sitting at the other end of the table could not hide their shock.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!" The fat on the vice dean's face was trembling, and his expression was as if a goddess had been desecrated. He was just short of climbing onto the table to bite Ruth.

The other vice dean was much more restrained, but judging from his trembling hands and lips, he seemed to have been greatly shocked as well.

What is surgery? That's something only a butcher would do!

Poor people who couldn't afford to see a doctor would go to butchers for so-called bloodletting treatment, making their already weak bodies even weaker.

Physicians are an elegant profession, using magic to heal and save lives. This is a power bestowed upon them by God; they are God's messengers.

Ruth actually said that her illness was cured by surgery?

This is ridiculous!

Charlotte was quite famous in the medical community a few years ago; even those in the deepest abyss had heard of her.

A genius hailed as a once-in-a-century talent at the Calva Medical School was imprisoned for a so-called surgical procedure, stripped of his magical abilities, and expelled from Calva.

Unexpectedly, three years later, I heard his name again in this way.

Roland, being the youngest, quickly composed himself and glanced at the vice dean beside him.

The chubby vice-dean sensed the cold aura, his lips moved, but he held back from continuing his rambling.

"Harty said you're here today for scar removal surgery?" Roland didn't ask for further details about the surgery, but instead asked.

Ruth wasn't intimidated by the two vice deans' performance. Having spent so many years in the Abyss, she had seen all sorts of vicious people, and these two were nothing compared to her.

Their reactions, however, pleased her greatly, giving her a strange sense of exhilaration, as if her man's display of skill had shocked the world.

Charlotte's small clinic, which doesn't even have a name, has had a tough three years; it's heartbreaking.

"Yes, the surgery left a scar, and I'm going to perform on stage tomorrow, so I came to have it removed," she replied.

"Hatty, take Miss Ruth to change her clothes and to her private room. I'll come over later to remove her scars," Roland instructed Hattie, who was standing in the corner.

"Yes, Dean." Hattie, who hadn't dared to utter a sound until now, quickly said and led Ruth away.

"Dean, about this matter..."

"I hope this matter doesn't get out of our circle," Roland said calmly. "Ruth's illness has indeed been cured. Charlotte has done what we couldn't."

"The fact that the person forsaken by God was healed, could it be that he became a slave to the devil after his magical origins were destroyed..." the fat vice-dean whispered.

"Don't talk nonsense without any basis!" Roland glanced at him, his eyes full of stern warning.

The chubby vice dean's expression changed slightly, and he quickly shut his mouth.

"You could say he was lucky to have found the source of the problem and saved Ruth's life, but such a heinous crime as making a deal with the devil is deadly." Roland's voice was somewhat cold. "He just saved a young life, no matter how he did it."