I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte continued flipping through the diary.

"The weather isn't very good today. There must be a strong wind blowing in the wilderness. The fog is full of small sand particles, ugh!"

Another person who wanted to quit potions came along. He was the fat owner of a jewelry store on Bacca Street. He was quite wealthy, but his health was failing. He was worried that his three wives would end up with other women, so he made up his mind to quit.

It would be foolish not to make money when you can. I used green-haired rats, three-eyed cockroaches, silver-winged bats, giant red earthworms... to grind and mix three bottles of potion, named them Magic Potion Aversion Potion, and sold them for 5200 copper coins.

Don't overthink it; it's just a placebo. There's no such thing as a magic potion or aversion potion in this world.

Charlotte turned to the next page.

"The weather is still bad today."

But that's not important. Yesterday, that fat boss came again and said that the potion I gave him was very effective. After drinking it, he vomited as soon as he smelled the magic potion and didn't want to drink it anymore. He planned to order ten more bottles.

I was a little confused, and feeling guilty, I made another 20,000 copper coins.

Turn the page.

"The weather is nice today."

The fat boss didn't come, but his driver did.

The fat boss is gone. It's said that he went home yesterday and suffered from vomiting and diarrhea. He was too weak to handle it.

I suspect the problem is probably with the wrong medicine. It would be a miracle if that randomly concocted potion could cure magic, but logically it shouldn't kill anyone.

Thankfully, they weren't there to blame me for selling fake medicine; they were just inviting me to a banquet.

I gave 300 yuan as a gift.

The food was pretty good.

Good heavens, his three wives are all more beautiful than the last, and his concubine is a succubus. With such a lucrative shop, I wonder who will benefit from it in the future.

That concubine even gave me a flirtatious wink in front of the coffin?

Forget it, I'm not that kind of person.

This medicine is poisonous; patients addicted to magic potions will no longer be able to be treated.

Charlotte flipped back two pages, her gaze settling on the potion formula.

This placebo, named "Potion Aversion Agent," seemed to have a good effect on suppressing drug addiction, so the fat boss bought ten more bottles the next day.

However, whether it was due to the fat boss's weak constitution or a problem with the medicine, he died on the third day.

Green-haired rats, three-eyed cockroaches, silver-winged bats, giant red earthworms... these materials are readily available and Charlotte can use them when making cleaning and hemostatic potions; they are always kept in the warehouse.

  

Although these things look creepy and are usually made into external medicines, they are actually non-toxic.

Although the original owner was just randomly paired up, it wouldn't be enough to pair up a bottle of poison to harm people.

But he never expected that this magical potion, which brought together creatures that fly in the sky, run on the ground, burrow in caves, burrow in the soil, and swim in the water, could actually suppress the addiction to the magic potion.

At the time, he was even a little scared.

If this gets back to the Judson family, they'll probably come knocking on their door and kill him.

Fortunately, the fat boss died on the third day.

Not many people know about this.

Whether the medicine is truly ineffective or just a sham remains to be verified.

Charlotte used to fear retaliation from the Judson family, but she's no longer afraid.

It was an open secret in the Abyss that Carol wanted to kill him.

If they could actually develop a "Potion Aversion Agent," it would not only benefit those persecuted by the Judson family, but also fundamentally shake the foundation of the Judson family's existence.

A bold plan began to take shape in his mind.

Since Carol wants to kill him, and he can't afford to offend the Judson family, he might as well just destroy them.

Charlotte closed her diary and came out of the study.

Ivan leaned back in his chair, trying to sit up straight. His right hand gripped the armrest tightly, veins bulging, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, as if he were enduring immense pain.

"Are you experiencing drug withdrawal?" Charlotte asked, looking at him.

"Yes," Ivan said with some difficulty, his mouth full of blood from clenching his teeth so tightly.

"Potion addiction is both an illness and a disease, and even the medical clinics can't cure it. You should know that very well," Charlotte said calmly.

The light in Ivan's eyes dimmed instantly, and all his strength vanished, almost causing him to slip off the chair.

Charlotte was telling the truth; ever since he discovered he had been tricked into drinking the potion, he had sought help from several large medical clinics.

But there is no cure for potion addiction, and healing magic is powerless against it, which is why things have gradually come to this point.

I came here today because of a rumor, and with a glimmer of hope.

It seems this doctor was also helpless.

"However, I've come across a prescription that might be worth a try, but the medicine is extremely potent with severe side effects. Are you sure you dare to use it?"

Ivan abruptly looked up, his fiery gaze fixed on Charlotte, and declared resolutely, "I dare!"

"If you can't withstand the effects of the medicine, you might die," Charlotte said solemnly.

"I won't live much longer in this state. When the drug addiction becomes uncontrollable, I was already planning to commit suicide with the child. I can't sell Dora to that beast Siba. I don't want her to suffer in this world." Ivan's expression was exceptionally firm.

Charlotte looked at him in silence for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay, you wait here, I'll go get the medicine for you."

Following the recipe in her diary, Charlotte quickly brewed a pot of dark black potion.

The pungent smell hit her face, and Charlotte gagged several times just from smelling it. Luckily, she hadn't eaten breakfast yet, otherwise she would have wasted a meal.

He now suspects that this thing may not only suppress potions, but also greatly affect appetite.

Out of caution, Charlotte bottled it only half a bottle.

This pot contained eight bottles.

The fat boss died suddenly three days after drinking it. Now, with Ivan in this situation, he can only try anything as a last resort. Whether he can survive depends on how tough his life is.

"Boss, what are you cooking so early in the morning? It stinks..." Vivian, who had just finished washing up, came downstairs covering her nose. She was stunned when she saw Ivan sitting in the chair, and immediately shut her mouth.

This orc looks like he's addicted to potions. Hasn't the boss been refusing to treat patients with potion addictions these past few days?

Why did you let in a drug addict before we even officially opened for business today?

Vivian looked puzzled and turned to Charlotte for help.

Charlotte ignored her, took the half-open bottle of potion and walked straight to Ivan, saying, "Here, try drinking one first."

Ivan took the medicine and brought it to his lips. The pungent stench made him gag several times, but he didn't hesitate and tilted his head back to gulp it down.

"By the way, tell me your detailed address. If anything happens, I'll take care of your daughter," Charlotte asked, taking the vial from Ivan.

Ivan looked up at Charlotte, tears welling in his eyes, and quickly said, "Tova Street, Lane 8, Ivan's Tailor Shop... ugh..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ivan threw himself into a nearby trash can and began to vomit violently.

Charlotte retreated tactically.

"Boss, what's going on?" Vivian leaned forward and asked in a low voice.

"Drug testing," Charlotte replied in a similarly low voice.