I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Damn! A peeping tom! Thank goodness I didn't take my pants off!"

Charlotte was shocked, quickly rinsed two more buckets of water, and hurriedly finished.

On second thought, the girl was actually quite pretty.

Next to the clinic is a bookstore that specializes in all sorts of books, both serious and unserious.

You can find serious books like "The Centaur Girl and the Dragon's Unspeakable Secret" and "My Years of Hanging Out in Amman" there. You can also spend more money to buy illustrated versions, and even comics!

Don't ask Charlotte how she knows.

ask.

I have bought it.

However, it wasn't him, it was the original body.

The dozen or so books on the top shelf of his bookshelf are all legitimate books with new covers.

Among them are several incredibly lifelike comic books.

The storyboarding is a bit lacking, but the drawing skills are solid, the art style is delicate, and the imagination is beyond the sky. The centaur and the tiger are considered reserved.

Charlotte, of course, had no interest in such things.

When he first transmigrated, in order to quickly understand this world, he carefully studied all the books on the entire bookshelf.

Because I was used to looking from top to bottom, I once thought it was documentary comics and literature, and my worldview was shattered.

It was only after being exposed to some serious literature that my values ​​were corrected.

Surprisingly... a little disappointed?

These are not the main points. The main point is that, if he remembers correctly, the owner of the bookstore next door seems to be a skinny, bald middle-aged man, right?

There aren't many entries about the bookstore next door in the diary, but one entry is highlighted: Limited edition comics are released on the 8th of every month!

This comic?

Is it serious?

So, who exactly is the girl who peeked at him while he was taking a bath?

Of course, it's also possible that he misunderstood them; maybe they arrived first?

So, if he takes off his clothes and takes a shower in front of a girl, isn't that indecent?

Charlotte dried her hair, changed into clean clothes, and stopped worrying about who the girl was.

Now that he has mastered the martial arts, he has successfully become a knight. Although he is currently only a low-level knight apprentice, he can continue to grow stronger by drinking power potions.

Making money equals becoming stronger.

  

It is indeed an unchanging law.

All he needs to do is run the clinic well, increase its visibility, and earn more money.

It was still early, so Charlotte prepared to go upstairs to cook porridge.

But then there was a knock at the door.

"So early? Don't you know the rules?" Charlotte was a little surprised. After a slight hesitation, she still walked to the door.

Peeking through the crack in the door, there was no one outside.

"Doctor... help me..." A faint cry for help came from below. Charlotte looked down and noticed a figure lying prone in front of the door.

He was an orc with antlers on his head and a thin, wiry body—typical symptoms of a potion addiction.

Charlotte's attitude toward this kind of person was somewhat complicated.

Those who fall into addiction for momentary pleasure are not worthy of pity, but in this abyss, many addicts are forced into addiction.

The Judson family committed numerous atrocities in their quest to expand the sales of their potions and exploit more people.

The addictive drug is extremely harmful to the body. In the later stages, all the internal organs are destroyed, and even a god cannot save him, let alone a veterinarian like him.

"I can't drink potions anymore... They... They're forcing me to sell my daughter... No! I can't sell Dora..." The orc's voice rang out intermittently. He leaned against the door, trembling as he tried to get up, but he slid weakly to the ground. He could only desperately clutch his hair, his thin, bony forehead bulging with veins, showing extreme pain.

Charlotte finally couldn't hold back her emotions any longer. She glanced left and right through the crack in the door, and after confirming that no one else was around, she opened the clinic door.

The orc struggled to his feet and instinctively reached for the door, only to find it empty.

This time, however, he didn't fall to the ground. Instead, he was grabbed by a pair of strong hands and helped up.

This orc was not tall, about the same height as Charlotte, and was so thin that he was skin and bones, weighing less than eighty pounds. He was pale and looked extremely weak, but his brown eyes had a clear, glassy quality.

"Doctor!" The orc looked at Charlotte, his eyes lighting up, and instinctively grabbed his hand. "Save me, I can't drink any more potions."

"Come in first." Charlotte helped the orc into the clinic and closed the door behind her.

Charlotte helped the orc to sit in a chair, poured him a glass of water, and said, "I'm Charlotte, the owner and doctor of this clinic. Tell me about your situation."

"I know you. My name is Ivan. I live on Tuowa Street. Half a year ago, I was drugged by them in a tavern and drank the Blue Flame Potion for the first time and became addicted."

For the past six months, I've been drinking a bottle of Blue Flame Potion almost every day. I know it's wrong, but I can't control myself. When the craving hits, it feels like there are ants gnawing at my body, and only drinking the potion brings relief..."

The orc's hand holding the ceramic cup trembled, while his other hand clenched into a fist. His face contorted with pain, he continued, "But ever since I took the potion, I've been completely disoriented and unable to work. When I ran out of money, I started selling off my possessions—everything I could sell. Until yesterday… they made me sell my daughter… so I could get a couple of bottles of potion…"

"These beasts! That's my daughter!" Ivan suddenly became agitated, choking back tears. "Her mother died young, and I raised her alone. She's only eight years old, and they want to sell her to Amman Street... I'd rather die than do such a thing!"

Charlotte listened to him in silence, then calmly asked, "So, you want to quit potions?"

"Doctor! Please, save me! I can't go on like this. I can't sell Dora. I'll die if I keep drinking the potion. Dora won't survive in the Abyss without her father." Ivan knelt down with a thud.

"Get up first." Charlotte helped him up again, but her heart sank to the bottom.

If it weren't for the fact that he had a daughter, Charlotte wouldn't have even let him in.

If potions were so easy to quit, they wouldn't be so feared.

Forced withdrawal from medication can cause extremely painful withdrawal symptoms, making addicts wish they were dead.

Although the orc in front of me was trying his best to restrain himself, judging from his behavior, he must be suffering a lot right now.

The good thing is that he at least has the determination to actively quit.

"Wait a minute." He suddenly remembered something and strode towards the study.

Charlotte pulled out her diary from the top shelf, quickly flipped through it, and then stopped.

"The weather is nice today, although we still can't see the sun or the clouds. A guy with severe drug addiction came by, but his will to live is quite strong. I bled him a little as a form of comforting therapy. He should be gone tomorrow; I hope he can pass away peacefully."

No, not this page.