I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Charlotte had long heard of Roland Truss's reputation.

Roland, the eldest son of the Tru family and the designated heir, is also the director of the Tru Medical Clinic.

He was more than capable at a young age, and it wouldn't be wrong to say he was born with exceptional talent.

Aside from his status as the eldest son of the Duru family, Roland is also a high-level healing mage.

Charlotte became a high-level magician at the age of twenty and was touted as a genius that comes along only once in a century.

Before this, the genius senior from the Calva Medical School was the man standing before us.

In a way, they were from the same school.

Why did this eldest son of the Duru family suddenly come knocking on our door?

"Dr. Charlotte, I've heard so much about you." Roland got out of the car, walked up to McGonagall, and extended his right hand.

"Senior Roland, it's a pleasure to meet you." Charlotte shook his hand and smiled.

Since the other party has expressed goodwill, he doesn't mind getting a little closer to them.

The Duru family controls most of the Abyss's imports and has a strong economy, as evidenced by their ownership of two medical clinics.

It's better to be friends with someone like that than to have another enemy like that.

"I've come here today hoping to have a chat with you. Would you mind coming in and sitting for a while?" Roland said gently.

Charlotte couldn't tell what Roland was up to, but Roland clearly didn't want anyone to overhear the rest of the conversation, so she stepped aside and said, "The house was robbed last night, and I'm just about to rebuild it. Please come in."

Roland walked into the clinic.

Buddy nodded slightly to him, then left the clinic, closing the door behind him.

"It seems you and Diana have a good relationship," Roland said with a smile.

"It's hard to dislike a tenant who pays rent on time," Charlotte said with a smile. "It's just a small clinic; please excuse the poor quality, senior."

"Though small, it has all the essential parts. You're too modest, junior." Roland looked around the clinic, his gaze falling on the medicines on the shelf. Rows of small glass bottles contained medicines of various colors, and there were quite a few of them.

"Moreover, you cured Miss Ruth's abdominal pain, which taught all of us clinics a good lesson." Roland casually walked to the shelf, staring at the small medicine bottles, and said, "You have quite a variety of medicines here."

"Without magic, I can only use potions. Such petty tricks are not worthy of your attention, senior." Charlotte sized up Roland. Did this guy make a special trip just to exchange empty compliments with him?

He performed Ruth's appendectomy, and unexpectedly, the news reached Roland's ears.

Although Charlotte wanted to make a name for herself with her surgery, she sometimes worried that if the guys from the Medical Association heard about it, they might come after her again.

Those old guys in their fancy white robes are all cunning old foxes.

The person whom God had forsaken was saved by surgery; what a slap in the face!

Or did Roland come here today specifically for this? To silence him?

"Here, do you have any potions that can cure potion addiction?" Roland turned around, looked at Charlotte, and lowered his voice.

  

A flicker of surprise crossed Charlotte's eyes, but her face remained impassive as she chuckled, "Such a wonderful thing exists in this world?"

"I didn't believe it before either, but last night I saved a father and daughter who were both deer-like." Roland smiled slightly. "Perhaps you should know them."

"Ivan and his daughter." Charlotte's heart sank. It was clear that the people Roland had rescued were Ivan and his daughter, who had been forced to flee the previous night.

The good news is that they are still alive.

The bad news is that it seems Ivan has betrayed him.

This is not hard to understand. Roland is an experienced physician and would definitely be able to see Ivan's condition at a glance. A patient with severe drug addiction, yet his addiction is not acting up, which is enough to raise suspicion.

While Charlotte was still pondering how to reply, Roland had already gotten the answer from her expression.

"They used to praise you as a once-in-a-century genius doctor, but now it seems you are also a once-in-a-millennium genius pharmacist," Roland said sincerely.

Charlotte sighed inwardly; at this point, there was no point in making excuses.

Looking at the young nobleman in front of him, his mind raced as he considered how to recruit him and add fuel to the fire in the destruction of the Judson family.

"Carol is going to kill me," Charlotte said, seemingly out of context.

"That potion is a fine knife," Roland replied, seemingly unrelated to the question.

"Come inside, let's talk in detail." Charlotte walked into the study.

Roland entered the room, casually closed the door, and went straight to the point: "With Diana protecting you, Carol can't touch you for the time being, but if you want to take action against the Judson family, perhaps we can cooperate."

"I already confirmed the collaboration with Diana last night, so I'm afraid I can't make the decision on this matter anymore," Charlotte said, shaking her head slightly.

"I can talk to Diana in person, but I need you to give me a straight answer: do you intend to use this potion to make money, or to use it to kill the Judson family?" Roland looked into Charlotte's eyes.

"If it were you, what would you choose?" Charlotte countered.

"This potion could certainly make a lot of money if used to make money," Roland said calmly but firmly. "But I would rather use it as a knife to kill the heinous Judson family and save countless people like that deer-man father and daughter from the bottom of society."

Charlotte looked at Roland in silence for a long time, then slowly extended her right hand. "It seems we can discuss the details of our cooperation."

The two men clasped hands tightly together.

Half an hour later, Roland left the clinic.

Charlotte emerged from the study with a radiant complexion, feeling completely refreshed.

The healing spells of advanced mages are indeed more effective than those of intermediate mages.

All his visible and invisible injuries have now disappeared, and his physical condition is now at its peak.

No wonder healing mages are so popular. Once you become a high-level mage, with that kind of recovery ability, having one by your side is like having a super healer.

Charlotte has made up her mind to properly nurture Vivian.

This girl has been slacking off lately; I haven't seen her practice magic at all. When will she ever break through to become a high-level mage?

Charlotte was in a good mood as she boarded the carriage back to the manor.

Roland's addition undoubtedly made their alliance even stronger.

However, the specific details of the cooperation still need to be discussed with Diana to finalize the plan to take down Judson, this local bully.

Throughout the journey, Buddy didn't ask him about Roland, but he knew that Diana might have already received the news.

As the carriage entered the manor, Charlotte lifted a corner of the curtain to survey the luxurious estate.

It was too dark last night, I couldn't see anything clearly.

In the center stands a magnificent white hall, and in the square in front of the hall stands a sculpture of a nine-tailed fox.

The carriage circled the square, and the stone-paved road was lined with shady trees, and luxurious villas were nestled among the flowers and trees.

Most importantly, the thick fog that seemed impenetrable in the abyss appeared to thin out here, and one could even vaguely see the clouds in the sky when looking up.

Sunlight streamed onto the manor, where lush green trees provided ample shade, and golden chrysanthemums bloomed in full glory.

What is meant by "foundation" or "depth"?

To see the sky even in the deepest abyss—that's true depth.

"I heard Roland came to see you and stayed in your study for half an hour?" Charlotte had just entered the villa carrying her suitcase when Diana, sitting on the sofa, looked at him and said quietly, "You two weren't fencing, were you?"