I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Anna is handling the lab rats; all we're missing is a potion.

It's obviously unrealistic to spend money to buy it; he's not a pig, how could he possibly spend thousands of copper coins to buy a bottle of poison?

Moreover, the Judson family controls all the potion supply channels in the Abyss. Given his current relationship with the Judson family, buying potions there would be tantamount to walking into a trap.

After much deliberation, he came up with a plan: since he couldn't buy it, why not just rob it?

Potion trading can be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys of the Abyss.

The ever-present mist of the abyss is the best camouflage for criminals.

People can't be seen beyond a few meters.

However, acting during the day was too risky, so after some consideration, he decided to wait until it got dark before taking action.

The abyss under the cover of night is indeed more dangerous, but he has a black cloak left behind by the Judge, which can conceal his presence and is a powerful tool for night travel.

Under the cover of night, once they succeed, it will be easier to escape the Black Guard's pursuit.

As far as he knew, the potion trade took place day and night, and when the craving hit, no one cared about the dangers lurking in the dark.

The Black Guardians do not directly participate in the sale of potions, but are responsible for protecting the sellers and the potions.

The Black Guard is at least a level two orc, and has a tradition of taking potions before battle. With the help of these potions, his strength can reach the level three.

Charlotte is just a knight's apprentice. If she cannot successfully launch a surprise attack, it will be very difficult for her to escape unscathed.

As a cautious person, he wouldn't do anything that was too risky.

Having finalized her plan, Charlotte first inspected the Judgment Sword and the mysterious black robe.

The black robe was extremely large, made of some unknown material, as soft and smooth as silk, yet possessing the toughness of metal.

That day, the judge was poisoned so badly that even his bones were turned into a pool of blood, but the Judgment Sword and the black robe remained undamaged.

The Judgment Sword was forged from a meteorite from outer space, so what material is this black robe made of?

The tip of the Judgment Sword had broken off, but the break was clean and its sharpness remained undiminished.

Charlotte used this broken sword in that mysterious space, so there was no problem with it being awkward to use.

He cannot find a better or more suitable sword for him at the moment.

  

But the broken sword is still flawed. If he has the chance in the future, he wants to find a technician in the Red Moon group to help him reforge the Judgment Sword.

Only a complete sword can bring out the full potential of swordsmanship.

Charlotte sheathed her longsword and placed it under the counter along with her black robe. Then she turned and went into the alchemy room to begin concocting medicine.

Vivian's hemostatic medicine has been quite successful recently, while Charlotte has been busy adjusting the moisturizing essence.

He had always been curious whether the quality of the hemostatic medicine he could produce would be significantly improved after maxing out his proficiency and reaching the intermediate level.

I had some free time today, so I went into the alchemy room and refined three batches of hemostatic medicine, which were then bottled into twenty-four bottles.

Seeing his proficiency in hemostatic potion increase from 90/1000 to 330/1000 in the attribute panel, he secretly resolved to refine two batches every day from now on.

This may be related to the recent sharp drop in the clinic's patient mortality rate, which has led to a significant increase in the number of patients visiting the clinic and the number of patients received has increased from ten to twenty.

It wasn't because Charlotte's medical skills were much better; it was simply that, having received modern veterinary education, he had mastered more scientific surgical methods.

In the past, many patients died not because of the severity of their injuries, but because of improper wound care and failure to disinfect and clean surgical instruments, which led to wound infection and death.

Charlotte places great emphasis on the sterilization of the surgical environment and is very strict in the handling of surgical instruments. Therefore, as long as the patient's injuries are under control, the mortality rate can be well controlled.

Since most patients suffer from traumatic injuries, the consumption of hemostatic agents is extremely high, so there is no waste after refining them.

Before going out to buy groceries, Charlotte tallied up the sales figures for this morning.

Today, we treated a total of 21 patients and received 6310 copper coins in cash and 620 equivalent collateral.

Compared to when I first took over the clinic, the turnover has doubled.

With more experience in suturing wounds, I've become increasingly adept at it, and my suturing speed and technique have improved considerably.

Charlotte counted fifty silver coins, put them in a money bag and tucked it into her bosom, and then took a few more silver coins and put them in her pocket before leaving the house and heading straight for the blacksmith's shop.

The blacksmith shop was still sweltering, with the clanging of hammers echoing throughout.

Charlotte knocked lightly twice on the door, and a small, dark head peeked out from behind the fireplace. It glanced at Charlotte standing in the doorway, then called out in a childish voice, "Master, we have guests!"

The sound of hammering stopped abruptly.

Bare-chested and wearing only a leather apron, Guy walked out of the forge wiping away sweat with a towel. Upon seeing Charlotte, he immediately smiled. "Doctor, what brings you here? I was just about to deliver your custom-made scalpel to you later."

"It's too much trouble for you to deliver it; I can pick it up myself," Charlotte said with a smile, glancing at the little man hiding behind the stove. "And this is?"

"This child is my apprentice, whom I just took on a couple of days ago. He's the son of an old friend." Guy sighed. "Why would a perfectly healthy person have to get involved with magic potions? He used to be a well-known blacksmith, but now he can't even swing a hammer anymore. He's barely hanging on by his life. The child is so unfortunate; he can't even get a decent meal, so we sent him here."

Charlotte pondered for a moment. Another family poisoned by magic potions. She looked at the dwarf, whose face was covered in soot, but whose bright brown eyes stared at her timidly, as if he had something to say.

"Please wait a moment, I'll go get the things for you." Guy turned and went into the inner room, and soon came out with two scalpels that were the same style but completely different in size.

The blade, forged from refined iron, is bright and shiny, while the edge, forged from black meteorite iron, is as black as ink and extremely sharp.

A scalpel, similar in size to a regular scalpel, suitable for operating on normal-sized biological organisms.

The other weapon is forearm-length, which is used to deal with some unconventional patients, such as that tree-man who could swallow several of him with his mouth open.

Being a surgeon in this world is always a good idea.

Charlotte took the smaller scalpel, and the familiar grip almost moved him to tears. He was already skilled at using a dagger to perform surgery.

The details are very well crafted, and the grip is excellent. Although I haven't tried it yet, I don't need to worry about the sharpness of the blade forged from black meteorite iron.

"Here are the agreed-upon fifty silver coins. Please count them." Charlotte took out her money pouch and handed it to Guy.

"No need to count it, I trust you completely." Guy stuffed the money pouch into his pocket and said with a simple smile, "If you don't like using it, you can always bring it to be modified, or even remade."

5000 copper coins, two scalpels with blades forged from refined iron and black meteorite iron, full of detail and exquisite workmanship, he made a killing.

Guy's enthusiastic service even tempted him to pay more.

Fortunately, he held back.

"Thank you. I believe this will be the best scalpel I've ever used." Charlotte put away the two scalpels, thanked Guy, and turned to leave.

"Doctor! Please save my father!" A childish but urgent voice rang out from behind.