I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

After washing the rice and putting the porridge in the pot, Charlotte went downstairs to her study and, as usual, wrote down her morning's patient diary entry.

The power of habit is indeed terrifying.

Compared to the previous few days, the number of patients seeking medical treatment today has increased significantly, reaching eighteen. Most of them suffered from external injuries, which were relatively simple to treat. The average price per person was around 500 copper coins, and a total of 8423 copper coins were collected, with 1210 copper coins in collateral.

Charlotte closed her diary, took out the cash box from under the counter, and began to count the consultation fees from this morning.

Opening a clinic is indeed a good business.

If no one wanted to kill him, his steady daily profits would have been enough to make him live a very comfortable life in the abyss.

If I have nothing to do today, I'll have enough to listen to music in the brothel.

But the thought that the son of the powerful duke of the Lance Empire wanted to kill him, and that Carol of the Jadson family, one of the four great families of the Abyss, wanted to get rid of him, made him feel a strong sense of crisis and he had to seriously think about how to save himself.

Money can't be spent recklessly. A level two magic shield can only serve as an early warning and temporary defense; it's unrealistic to expect it to withstand a powerful invading enemy.

Once he saves up another sum of money, he'll upgrade the protective shield.

He set his sights on a level four protective shield, made of metal, with the magic core of a saber-toothed beast as its core. It was designed for offense and defense, capable of releasing powerful sword energy to slay any invading enemies.

It's just a bit expensive.

Priced at 820,000 copper coins.

  

Good things naturally won't be cheap.

I had plain rice porridge for lunch.

Vivian wasn't picky about food; she drank three bowls, let out a satisfied burp, and ended her lunch contentedly.

Anna, on the other hand, didn't even glance at the bowl of porridge she had poured for Charlotte. She circled the stove a few times, then meowed at Charlotte a few times.

"What kind of family is this? There's no way you can eat meat every day." Charlotte held a large bowl, drinking porridge as she earnestly lectured, "From today onwards, you'll have to get used to this kind of hard life."

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In the evening, Charlotte, who couldn't stand a life without any meat, still spent 31 copper coins to buy a pound of venison from a meat stall on the street.

The shirtless, bald, greasy butcher chuckled as he handed Charlotte a deer penis hanging high up, whispering, "Dr. Charlotte, this deer penis is for you. It's a real gem; they say it's excellent for making medicinal wine. I'll have to ask you to put in a good word for me with Miss Diana and maybe get a rent reduction."

"Ah, this..." Charlotte, carrying the indescribable object that was heavier than the meat she had bought, met the butcher's eager smile and the envious yet slightly jealous gazes of the others, and felt a mix of emotions.

What's wrong?

Do you think Diana was after my body?

Couldn't it be that you admire my talent?

"Thanks, boss." Charlotte picked up the meat and turned to leave.

It would be foolish not to take advantage of such a bargain.

The butcher's meat stall was the most successful shop on Bacca Street. Every day, he would buy wild animals hunted in the wilderness from adventurers, butcher them, process them, and then sell them.

The abyss itself is materially scarce, and only a few people are capable of hunting in the wilderness.

So not only does the butcher's head have a shiny grease coat, but his front bag is also full of oil.

The venison is still very fresh; it must have been delivered around noon.

Deer antler velvet is indeed a good thing; it nourishes the kidneys and enhances male virility. The butcher wasn't exaggerating. If this stuff finds a buyer who likes it, it can easily sell for a thousand or eight hundred.

The butcher used this to get closer to him, out of consideration for Diana.

Since the flag has already been raised, Charlotte is going to play her part completely, so she takes the deer antler velvet and gives the neighbors more room for imagination.

As for how to cook it after taking it back, he still needs to think about it carefully—whether to stir-fry it, braise it, or stew it.

He's been taking a powerful tonic lately, so he's strong and healthy, and he doesn't reward himself often, so he probably doesn't need any special supplements.

However, since we've already got the food, it would be a waste not to eat it. No matter how much they boast about it, it's essentially just two pounds of lean meat.

On the way back, Charlotte went into the general store and bought some spices; if the smell wasn't masked, it probably wouldn't be edible.

Charlotte wanted to handle the situation discreetly, but when he opened the door, Vivian was already downstairs, holding Anna and waiting for him to come home.

"Meat!"

Vivian and Anna's eyes lit up at the sight of the braised meat Charlotte was carrying.

"Boss, didn't you say we were going to have to live a tough life?" Vivian looked at Charlotte with some confusion, having just finished eating a bowl of porridge.

"You are at the age when you are growing, so we can't let the children suffer no matter how hard it is," Charlotte said earnestly.

Perhaps because his physical condition has improved recently, his body is also expending more energy. He ate four bowls of porridge for lunch today, and soon he felt very hungry.

Without some oil or fat in the diet, it's really hard to keep going.

No wonder the ancients said that scholars are poor and martial artists are rich; a martial artist can spend a lot of money on food every day.

"The boss is so kind!" Vivian was deeply moved, her gaze falling on the meat Charlotte was carrying. "This piece of meat looks a little strange, doesn't it?"

"Ah... these are deer antlers. I'll go prepare the meat first." Charlotte carried the meat and hurried upstairs.

"Are deer antlers supposed to look like this?" Vivian frowned in thought.

The venison was stewed into a soup, while Charlotte braised the deer penis.

Anna drank some soup and ate a few pieces of venison, but avoided the braised deer penis.

Vivian, on the other hand, really enjoyed the braised deer antler and ate quite a bit with rice. "These deer antlers taste really good, they're so chewy."

Charlotte looked at Vivian, whose face was flushed, her head was covered in sweat, and she seemed a little tipsy, and couldn't help but worry. It seemed that the medicinal effects of this dish were a bit too strong.

He ate quite a lot. At first, he didn't feel anything, but when he was halfway through, an inexplicable fire rose in his abdomen and spread throughout his body. His blood vessels seemed to have been opened up, and his whole body felt hot, somewhat similar to the feeling when he drank a powerful potion.

After finishing the meal, adhering to the principle of not wasting food, there was nothing left in the pot.

"Ugh... It's so hot, and I feel dizzy. I'm going to sleep..." Vivian stood up and stumbled towards her room. After a few steps, she collapsed to the ground.

"No way?" Charlotte rushed forward and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her breathing was a little rapid but her vital signs were stable.

I picked her up from the ground. She was tiny, probably weighing less than 80 pounds, but her whole body was burning hot like a furnace.

"Hot...so hot..." Vivian's hands naturally wrapped around his neck, her warm breath blowing on his neck, making it feel tingly and numb.

"Wake up, you're still a child!" Charlotte pried her hands off, sent her back to the room, and threw her onto the bed.

Seeing Vivian writhing on the bed, Charlotte took a half step back. Sure enough, you can't just eat anything, and tonics are even worse.

After confirming that the windows were locked, Charlotte left the room.

After being treated with seven bottles of the Power Potion, he was completely immune to this level of discomfort and wouldn't be so prone to inappropriate behavior after a meal that he would embarrass everyone.

After cleaning up the pots and pans, Charlotte took a cold shower.

After carefully sensing it, I found that the deer antler whip wasn't entirely ineffective.

At least he could feel his strength had increased somewhat, though of course, it was far less potent than a bottle of power potion.

But at this moment, he became extremely excited and had no sleepiness, so he could only go downstairs to refine two more pots of moisturizing essence.

As soon as Charlotte went downstairs, she noticed two more rolls of paper on the counter.