I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte didn't press further. In the abyss, everyone has secrets they don't want others to touch.

If you ask too many questions, who knows if the other party might kill you to prevent the secret from being leaked?

Bald people are generally not to be trifled with.

When I opened the clinic door, Vivian had already cleaned it spotlessly.

"Here's breakfast, have some." Charlotte casually placed the bread and book on the counter, took ten silver coins, and went out to pay the bald man.

After paying the bill, Vivian was eating bread and flipping through comics when she returned.

"Oh no!" Charlotte exclaimed in surprise, and quickly stepped forward to close the book.

"Boss, this picture book is so interesting, the drawings are so good!" Vivian looked up excitedly. "Can I see it?"

"Didn't you see the warning that it's not suitable for children?" Charlotte pointed to a line of small print on the cover.

"But I'm already an adult, and I've already had my coming-of-age ceremony at sixteen," Vivian said earnestly, puffing out her rather ample chest.

Her confident demeanor left Charlotte momentarily speechless, unable to find a reason to refuse.

But why would a lady from a respectable family like her enjoy watching these kinds of things?

Upon closer reflection, this makes quite a bit of sense.

Many forbidden books in ancient times were deeply loved by young girls.

"Fine, read it if you want." Charlotte tossed the book onto the table and sat down to eat breakfast.

We're all adults, why should we interfere with someone reading erotic comics?

"Thank you." Vivian happily unfolded the comic book again.

This comic isn't all about sex; it also has a story. It tells the tale of a young nobleman born in Kalva who falls into poverty, resents the injustice of fate, and descends into depravity. Relying on his handsome appearance, he encounters and falls in love with various beautiful women in the streets of Amman, leading to honest and intimate relationships.

Charlotte glanced at it; this volume's story unfolds with the protagonist's chance encounter with Miss Rose.

These niche comics are limited by the lack of widespread printing technology, and each volume is hand-drawn by the artist, so they are generally more expensive.

  

To increase visual appeal and generate buzz, thus justifying high prices, it's common practice to include real-life figures in the artwork.

"Is this Miss Ruth the Miss Ruth we know?" Vivian asked curiously.

"If this happened anywhere else, he would definitely be sued for defamation," Charlotte said without looking up.

"Boss, I think this main character looks a bit like you."

"Hmm?" Charlotte took a closer look at the comic book, and her expression gradually became a little strange.

You know what, this protagonist actually looks quite like him from before, with a nose and eyes that resemble his previous appearance.

Tall and thin, with melancholy eyes, he exudes an aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Now, he could no longer look at the comic book the same way.

"How can he resemble me? Look at my muscular chest, my hard biceps, my washboard abs, I don't look like him at all." Charlotte tried her best to prove herself and resolutely denied it.

How could a rising medical giant be the protagonist of an erotic comic?!

He cannot accept it.

Vivian looked at Charlotte, then at the comic book, and after a careful comparison, said, "The face is similar."

"Is he as handsome as me?" Charlotte suddenly leaned forward and stared into Vivian's eyes.

Look me in the eye, you little brat!

The hot breath that almost hit her face made Vivian blush, and she muttered, "I just said you look like the protagonist of this lighthearted comic, is it really necessary to get so worked up..."

"Want to eat this with rice?" Charlotte looked at the girl in front of her with some complicated feelings, then sat back down in her seat.

The world is going to the dogs; people's hearts are no longer what they used to be.

What could possibly make a teenage girl watch erotic comics while eating?!

Behind all this, is it the distortion of human nature or the decline of morality?

Is it a sexual outburst, or the helplessness of hunger?

Vivian flipped through the comics while enjoying her soft bread.

The protagonist and Rose have a beautiful and romantic encounter. After a short period of getting to know each other, there's a scene where the hero saves the damsel in distress, and then... the plot gradually begins to take an indescribable turn.

"Ah, this..." Vivian's eyes widened, her aunt-like smile froze, a blush crept onto her cheeks, and the bread in her hand seemed to lose its aroma.

Her hand, which was trying to turn the page, froze; she couldn't turn that page no matter what she did.

"Why did you stop watching?"

"I...I'm full!" Vivian closed the comic book, hurriedly stood up, and before leaving, she gave Charlotte a look that said, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person."

Charlotte: "???"

It was clearly you who wanted to watch it, okay?

Charlotte picked up the comic and continued reading. The art style remained consistent, but looking at that face that bore a seven or eight-tenths resemblance...

The sense of immersion is stronger.

A noble young man fallen into the abyss, a handsome young man lingering in the streets of Amman—see, isn't that a great sense of immersion?

He now strongly suspects that the author of this comic used him as a reference for the protagonist.

So, who is the author of this comic?

If I see him next time, I'll have to give him some feedback.

Ruth's figure was drawn too conservatively, even though...

No, the key is to find out which pervert is hiding in the shadows and observing his life!

……

The morning's consultations went very smoothly; there were no difficult or complicated cases, and Carole's people didn't cause any trouble.

Because of what happened that morning, Vivian didn't talk to Charlotte while eating, and just kept her head down and ate her rice silently.

"Why are you just eating rice? Would you like some snacks to go with it?" Charlotte asked with a smile.

Vivian's face flushed red, her eyes widened, and she shouted, "I was misled! I'm not that kind of person! I never read those kinds of comics! Absolutely! Absolutely!"

Charlotte smiled and remained silent, refraining from further teasing her.

After a quick lunch, Charlotte went into the alchemy room and prepared four more bottles of aversion potion according to the recipe from the morning.

Looking at the dark brown, sinister liquid in the glass bottle, Charlotte fell into deep thought.

According to Vivian, the Abyss is teeming with potion addicts, so finding a few to test the potion on is the easiest thing to do.

However, doing so is extremely risky and doesn't seem very scientific.

The fat owner of the jewelry store was fine after taking the drug, but he died two days later, which shows that taking the drug carries certain risks.

In such cases, a control group experiment must be conducted.

It is truly inhumane to capture people for experiments, and it is also difficult to deal with afterwards.

Then the white mouse became the best choice.

Charlotte opened the cabinet, and there lay a plump, white mouse, fast asleep on a pile of cotton.

It's him, our little hero of drug trials, Jerry!

Anna jumped onto the counter with a thud, craning her neck to look at the little white mouse inside.

Seemingly sensing danger, Jerry opened his eyes, only to be greeted by a huge cat head. Terrified, he immediately spread his limbs and pretended to be dead.

"You've been raising a cat for a thousand days, now you need it for one. Anna, go and catch nine more of these mice for me, and I'll give you an extra chicken leg tonight," Charlotte said, patting Anna's head.

Anna glanced up at him, but remained unmoved.

"Two." Charlotte raised her chip.

Anna remained motionless.

"Three," Charlotte gritted her teeth and raised the price.

Anna swiftly jumped onto the small window, ready to go out.

"Remember, I want the living; the dead don't count," Charlotte instructed.

Meow~

A meow came from behind, but it's unclear whether it remembered it.