I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Not everyone in this world has professional ethics.

Take, for example, the woman in front of him, her face covered, holding a sword to his neck.

At that time, the sword was only 0.1 to 1 centimeter away from his neck. Because his hand holding the sword was shaking, the distance fluctuated significantly.

Sister, if you have Parkinson's, don't try to rob people like others!

Charlotte was genuinely a little scared, afraid that if she shook her hand, she might cut his carotid artery.

"Robbery!" the woman said in a deep voice.

Although his voice was deliberately low, it still carried a hint of childishness, suggesting he was not very old.

And judging from his appearance, he seemed even more nervous than the victim.

The woman was petite, only about 1.56 meters tall, so when he pointed the sword at her, he had to look up at her, which looked somewhat comical and lacked the imposing aura of someone trying to rob someone.

Of course, it would be a big mistake to judge the world's combat strength based solely on appearance.

Even a max-level goblin is only 1.2 meters tall. Can you think he's weak?

"Rob my money, or rob me of my virtue?" Charlotte asked cautiously.

For newcomers like this, extra caution is needed.

Experienced robbers usually have their own professional ethics. Some only rob money and not lives, some only rob sex and not money, and some rob money and sex and then kill the witnesses.

Novice criminals are more random, and sometimes a small action or a word you shouldn't have said could end your life.

Charlotte's hand, hidden in her sleeve, had already grasped a magic talisman, a life-saving measure left behind by the original owner of the body—a fourth-tier instant fireball.

At such close range, he was confident he could burn the woman in front of him to ashes.

But this was his only trump card for self-defense; he had spent nearly ten thousand copper coins to buy this talisman from Harry.

  

If the other party is simply robbing money, the materials in the package are only worth 1,500 copper coins, and the other party may not even want them. The two copper coins in the shoes are negligible.

"Give me all the money you have on you!" The woman's voice rose a few decibels, but she still sounded somewhat unsure of herself.

"I...I don't have any money on me..." Charlotte spread her hands innocently.

"Give me the package!" The woman's sword was still held against Charlotte's neck, but her gaze fell on the package on his body.

"Are you sure?" Charlotte hesitated for a moment.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The longsword was pushed forward, and its sharp edge stung Charlotte's neck, making her feel as if her skin had been cut.

Charlotte immediately and obediently handed over the tattered bundle on her back.

Well!

The weight of several dozen kilograms was clearly beyond the woman's expectations, and it almost knocked her over.

However, a hint of joy appeared in her eyes, clearly indicating that she believed there would be a good find in this heavy package.

She pointed her sword at Charlotte with one hand and untied the package with the other.

what--

A piercing scream echoed through the dimly lit alley.

Charlotte stared blankly at the woman who had suddenly clung to him and was tightly wrapped around his neck.

"Snakes! Bats! Frogs!" The woman's voice was choked with sobs, as if she had been greatly shocked.

Charlotte wanted to laugh, but felt that the occasion was not quite right, so she stiffly hugged her in a princess-like embrace.

Fortunately, the woman was very light, not much heavier than the bundle, and soft, so it was quite comfortable to hold.

After a moment, the woman seemed to realize the awkwardness of the situation and quickly got off Charlotte.

Although her face was covered, the pinkish discoloration around her eyes hinted at her embarrassment.

"Who...who are you?!" The woman pointed her longsword at Charlotte's neck again, her voice filled with shame and anger.

"I'm a wandering scavenger," Charlotte said with a sigh, her eyes downcast. "This is what I've earned in the last two weeks. I plan to take it to the materials shop to exchange for some money so I can buy some food for my child back home. She hasn't eaten for three days."

"You...you have a child?" The woman lowered her longsword slightly, removing it from Charlotte's neck.

"Yes, her name is Anna, she's three years old, and she's a well-behaved and sensible child." Charlotte nodded, his eyes sparkling with fatherly care and tenderness. "Unfortunately, she had an accident when she was little, and she's a little lame."

"Girl, you must have had no choice but to do this, right? You don't need to explain, I understand. That's how the Abyss is. I won't blame you. Take whatever you want, just please don't hurt me." Charlotte looked earnestly into the woman's eyes. "The child is still young, she definitely can't survive alone, and she's terrified of bats and snakes."

The woman instantly broke down, her long sword hanging limply at her side, hidden behind her back, tears welling in her eyes, unable to look Charlotte in the eye.

"You...you should leave."

"And this package..."

"I don't want anything. You can use the money to buy food for the children." The woman shook her head and took a step back.

"Thank you." Charlotte quickly knelt down to re-tie the package, then slung it over her shoulder, ready to leave.

"Wait a minute!" the woman's voice rang out again.

"What's wrong?" Charlotte's heart tightened, and she gripped the magic charm again, slowly turning around.

The woman's longsword had somehow been replaced by a magic wand, and she was chanting something as she pointed it at Charlotte.

A pale green light landed on Charlotte's neck, cool and refreshing. The cut healed instantly, and the stinging sensation disappeared.

"A healing mage!" Charlotte exclaimed in surprise.

He was 100% certain that she had just chanted a basic healing spell; the casting was very smooth and the effect was remarkable.

"You...you're a doctor?!" Charlotte touched her neck, revealing just the right amount of shock and joy.

However, a mage who can fluently cast healing spells will be respected in any city.

How did they end up in this abyss, robbing people on the way?

If we could get her to our clinic...

Stop!

If she knew that he had just been acting and that he didn't actually have a daughter at home, only a lame white cat, she would definitely kill him, right?

What a pity, what a pity...

Charlotte's thigh broke from slapping so hard.

"I...I'm not a doctor." The woman quickly waved her hand, then bowed slightly and said, "I apologize for my previous rash behavior. You are a good father."

This made Charlotte feel a little guilty.

However, this sense of guilt only lasted for a second. In the abyss, if you want to live a long time, superb acting skills are also an important means of self-defense.

His predecessor escaped two crises by feigning death.

Gollum~~

The woman straightened up, but her stomach started growling uncontrollably.

Charlotte sighed inwardly. If it weren't for the pressures of life, why would a healing mage be robbing people with a sword?

"Go on, don't keep the child waiting." The woman turned her face away.

"Good luck." Charlotte took out the leftover black bread from her pocket, stuffed it into the woman's hand, and slung her bag over her shoulder, quickly walking into the mist.

"This..." The woman held the bread in her hand and stared blankly for a moment. When she looked up again, all that was left in front of her was a lingering fog.

The dark bread was dry and hard, but for Vivian, who had been starving for three days, the subtle aroma of wheat was a fatal temptation.

She ripped off her veil, took a big bite, and chewed vigorously, her chubby cheeks puffing out.

After drinking water for three days, my bland taste buds finally regained their flavor.

For the first time, she found dark bread to be so sweet and delicious!

As she was eating, she suddenly burst into tears.

Tears soaked her long eyelashes and dripped down her smooth cheeks onto the black bread.

"Vivian, how could you rob a father who was trying so hard to live! He was such a kind person, what have you done!" Vivian grabbed her hair, her face full of regret and pain.

She fled all the way from the capital of the Lance Empire to the Abyss. In just three days, she was cheated five times, lost all her money, and was almost sold to a lewd old goblin.

This world is too dangerous, but my father said that only here can we escape the capture of the Lance Empire.

She was so hungry, she was almost starving.

But she had to survive. Her father had died protecting her, and her mother was imprisoned in the capital prison, waiting for her to rescue her.

So she abandoned the education she had received over the past sixteen years and chose a man who seemed easy to get and also quite wealthy.

When the sword pierced his skin, she felt pain. It was a terrible torment for a healing mage who had learned how to heal others since childhood to hurt others with a sword.

When she used magic to heal his injuries, she felt her soul was redeemed and gained immense satisfaction.

"I'm destined not to become a proper raider. I must find a safe place to stay as soon as possible, and then strive to become stronger." Vivian wiped away her tears, her gaze hardening again. "But what can I do? My greatest skill is saving people? But in this chaotic abyss, is a doctor even needed? And my father said we must keep a low profile to avoid being hunted down by the Lance Empire..."

……

Charlotte ran wildly with her backpack, only daring to stop and catch her breath after running three blocks.

This world is so dangerous that even teenage girls dare to rob people on the street.

The social atmosphere is extremely bad!

Fortunately, he was a novice and didn't know anything. He was easily fooled and got away with a black bread.

"That's two copper coins! My dinner tonight...it hurts!"

Charlotte muttered something and quickly left.

The rest of the journey went smoothly, and Charlotte returned to the clinic unharmed half an hour later.

After confirming that the strand of hair tied to the doorknob was not broken, Charlotte opened the door to the clinic and then quickly locked it.

"Phew...it's so hard to even go out!"

Charlotte tossed the package onto the stone bed and slumped into a chair, finally relaxing completely.

The white cat sleeping on the top shelf of the cabinet stretched, poked its head out, and glanced down at Charlotte with a cold look.

"From now on, you'll be called Anna. Thanks to you today, I was able to escape safely." Charlotte took the last dried fish from the drawer, tossed it in front of the white cat, and said with a smile.

The white cat glanced at Charlotte, then glanced at Charlotte again, picked up a dried fish, and pulled its head back.

Soon, the sound of cheerful chewing came from above.

After resting for about half an hour, Charlotte got up and went into the study. She took out a diary and, while flipping through it, read aloud: "Hemostatic potion, ingredients: one silver-winged bat, one dried green frog, seven blue beans, three pieces of gray rock ore..."