I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"You use this to test your cadres? Who can withstand this test?!" Charlotte calmly withdrew her hand and smiled, "There's no need to serve me while I sleep. I just want to get some quiet sleep now. Go back and change your clothes, and get some rest too."

He was discussing a big business deal with Diana; he couldn't let himself be blinded by a little bit of profit.

"Miss, please let me serve you well. Did I not massage you properly just now? You're lying on the bed, and I still have many more tricks to use on you." Agatha pressed herself against him again, her voice soft and seductive, and her slender hands slid under his clothes, moving restlessly.

If Charlotte hadn't been beaten so badly today that his internal organs shifted and he lost a hand and a foot, he would have definitely used this fairy to help him cultivate.

"How about I teach you arithmetic? As a good maid, it's important to master a skill so you won't be left behind," Charlotte said seriously, grabbing her wandering hand.

"count?"

"Yes, here's the question: Chickens and rabbits are kept in a cage. There are 10 heads and 34 legs in total. How many chickens are there? How many rabbits are there?"

Agatha: ...

That night, Agatha, a fox-girl, deeply felt the charm of mathematics.

……

"What did you say! Wolverine is dead?" Carol stared wide-eyed at the Dark Guard in front of her, her face filled with disbelief.

"The... the captain is really dead. He was killed by that doctor with magic, a fourth-order fireball spell. He was a fourth-order mage!" the Black Guard said in a trembling voice.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Carol slammed her fist on the coffee table, shattering the stone surface instantly. "That guy's magical essence was clearly destroyed, how could he still be a mage?"

Carol still couldn't believe that his most loyal and strongest subordinate had been killed by Charlotte.

There was one more thing he didn't say.

Even if Charlotte is a fourth-tier mage, she could never be a match for Wolverine.

Among those of the same rank, Wolverine has virtually no rivals.

But he died.

"Where's that guy? Is he dead?" Carol asked coldly.

"The Fox Guards arrived quickly. I didn't have time to confirm, but judging from the commotion at the scene, he's probably dead..."

Snapped!

"Useless trash!" Carol slapped the Black Demon Guard away, her face ashen. "Go investigate! Find out if that guy is dead or alive! I need to see him, or at least his body!"

"Yes, yes, yes..." The Black Guard covered his swollen face and jogged away.

  

"Damn Charlotte, I'll tear you to pieces!" Carol clenched her fists and muttered through gritted teeth.

……

Charlotte got up early, glanced at the fox girl sleeping by the table, and tiptoed out the door.

"Is Agatha too weak to get out of bed?" Diana, who was eating breakfast, glanced at Charlotte and teased.

Charlotte arrived at the dining table and saw a bowl of milk and a cheese bread prepared for him. Without standing on ceremony, she sat down opposite Diana, took a sip of milk, and smiled, saying, "She's probably tired from last night. Let her get some more sleep."

"Wolverine is dead, and Carol is furious. She's looking for you everywhere." Diana put down her knife and fork, wiping her mouth with a silk handkerchief. "If you're planning to go back to the clinic today, I'll have Buddy go with you."

"Then I'll trouble you." Charlotte finished her bread and milk in a few bites, got up and left.

Agatha rubbed her sleepy eyes as she came out of the guest room. When she saw Diana, she quickly mustered her energy and went up to greet her.

"Looks like you had quite a few fun last night?" Diana asked with a smile.

"The doctor made me do arithmetic all night, and then I was so tired that I fell asleep on the table..." Agatha said with a wronged expression. "Miss, are all the comic books lies? I tried to follow their instructions, but he didn't seem interested at all..."

"Did you do math all night?" Diana was taken aback, then couldn't help but laugh. "This person is quite interesting."

……

Charlotte saw Vivian as soon as she stepped outside. The girl was holding Anna and immediately came up to her, whispering, "Boss, the landlady's breakfast is so delicious, and the bed is so comfortable."

Was breakfast good? I didn't think so. Charlotte ruffled Anna's hair and looked at her, saying, "The clinic will be closed for a few days. The collapsed house needs to be rebuilt. Just to be safe, we'll stay here for a few days. I'll go back to get some things later. You stay here in the manor and don't wander around."

"Mmm." Vivian nodded repeatedly and followed the maid back to her residence.

"The carriage is ready, and I will accompany you," Buddy said as he stepped forward.

"Thank you for your trouble." Charlotte nodded and followed Buddy away.

It was still early, and there were no patients queuing in front of the clinic.

However, the commotion last night was quite significant, attracting many neighbors to come and see what was going on. Upon seeing the dilapidated state of the second-floor bedroom, they couldn't help but start discussing it.

"Who has Dr. Charlotte gotten into trouble with? Why is she being targeted one after another?"

"This must be the doctor's bedroom. The noise last night was quite loud; it even woke me from my erotic dream. Judging by the state of things, it looks like something terrible is about to happen."

"I heard that it was Carol from the Judson family who made the move. If you mess with this guy, you're really doomed in the Abyss."

"Didn't they say Charlotte was clinging to Miss Diana's coattails?"

"Ugh, don't even mention it. Can Diana protect the people Carol wants to kill?"

Just then, a black carriage stopped in front of the clinic.

The carriage door opened, and Charlotte was helped off the carriage by Buddy and walked into the clinic.

"Isn't that Dr. Charlotte?! She's perfectly fine!"

"I told you that the person Miss Diana wanted to protect would definitely not die."

"It looks like he's injured, and quite badly."

The crowd in front of the clinics quieted down for a moment, then became lively again as the doors closed.

On the second floor of the bookstore next door, a young girl peeked down through a crack in the window, a look of delight on her face.

Charlotte ignored the opinions of her neighbors and went straight to the second-floor laboratory as soon as she entered.

The mice locked in the cages have now collectively fallen into a frenzied state of drug addiction.

Some rammed their heads against the railings, drawing blood; some bit off their own tails; and one even managed to bite a hole in a thick wooden plank, with its head sticking out.

Anxiety and pain were clearly visible on these mice.

It does look somewhat similar to a person experiencing drug withdrawal.

This state is the optimal time for medication testing.

Charlotte took the medicine that had been prepared beforehand and fed it to the agitated mice in measured amounts. Then she put a label on the cage according to the different medicines.

After administering the medication to all ten mice, Charlotte moved a small stool over, took a notebook, and began to record the detailed behavior of each mouse after taking the medication.

This is a very important part of the experiment.