I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Once the details were finalized, Roland quickly put on a hood and discreetly left through the back door.

Charlotte privately inquired about the condition of Ivan and his daughter, and was relieved to learn that they were alright and had temporarily settled in the Duru Estate.

Back in his room, he took out two money pouches from his pocket and poured them into his hand, the six gleaming gold coins clinking together with a beautiful sound.

"It's so easy to make money off the rich." Charlotte weighed the gold coin in her hand, resisting the urge to take a bite.

Diana paid him his consultation fee according to Roland's standards, which made him feel respected and that knowledge was worth its price.

[Ding! Diana's quest is complete! Reward: 600 Copper Coins.]

The system's voice sounded.

Charlotte's smile grew even brighter as she looked at the six extra silver coins in her hand.

Is there anything more wonderful than making money in this world?

Charlotte put the money away, opened the system shop, and directly exchanged the 60,000 wealth points she had just acquired for six bottles of strength potions.

Charlotte's newly inflated ego suffered a severe blow after her battle with Wolverine the night before.

His overwhelming strength meant that when facing Wolverine, he could only rely on luck to survive.

He is far too weak right now.

This urgent need to improve his strength as quickly as possible made him only want to make money.

With six bottles of power potion in hand, Charlotte locked the door, took off her clothes, and went into the bathroom.

Bottle after bottle, in the blink of an eye, six bottles of powerful potions were in his stomach.

A miracle occurred.

His entire body turned bright red, as if flames were raging inside him, and even smoke was billowing from his nostrils.

  

About ten minutes later, the burning sensation subsided, and he felt as if he had just taken a 105° sauna. The process was hard to describe, but he felt exceptionally comfortable afterward.

Charlotte quickly checked her body parts and found that her original six-pack abs had become eight-pack abs, like neatly arranged chocolates, which looked quite amazing.

The sudden surge of power within him gave him the feeling that he could kill a bull with a single punch.

A punch that delivers 1600kg of force could probably kill a bull.

Muscle density increased, but body size did not become noticeably bulkier.

Charlotte judged that this should be his best physical condition, and that any future strength improvements would only be a continuous refinement of muscle strength and endurance, without significantly altering his physique.

A rider isn't necessarily better the bigger he is; a muscular burly guy who can't even take his own clothes off certainly won't become an excellent rider.

This means you have many blind spots in your defense, making it easy for agile assassins to find weaknesses and kill you in one blow.

After rinsing away the dirt and bloodstains from his body with cold water, Charlotte changed his clothes, lay down on a recliner in the villa's courtyard, and comfortably closed his eyes. A ray of warm autumn sunlight shone through the cracks in the abyss onto his body.

This was the first time he had ever been in the abyss since he arrived.

I was inexplicably moved and wanted to cry.

Is this the privilege of chaebols?

In this abyss where sunlight barely reaches, they can still enjoy a comfortable sunbath.

This feeling is so decadent.

"Doctor, let me give you a massage, I'm very good at it." Agatha's voice came from behind him.

Charlotte opened her eyes and saw a pair of enormous evils.

He nodded subconsciously.

A pair of soft little hands climbed onto his shoulders, their ten fingers nimbly pressing and gently massaging his shoulders and head.

Charlotte closed her eyes again. Agatha hadn't lied after all; she was indeed very good at it.

Limited by the width of the abyss canyon, the sunbathing did not last long, but Agatha's thoughtful massage still greatly relaxed Charlotte's body and mind.

"Doctor, are you satisfied?" Agatha asked Charlotte with her bright, watery eyes as she looked at her after she woke up.

"Very satisfied," Charlotte replied affirmatively.

As Diana's personal maid, Agatha's professionalism was beyond question; he was simply benefiting from his landlady's connections.

Agatha blushed, but she couldn't hide the joy on her face.

Charlotte said goodbye to Agatha and went to the warehouse.

The four mice that had taken the aversion potion were lively and energetic, while the remaining two mice, addicted to the potion, began a new round of self-harm.

There was no need for a drug addiction control group, so Charlotte also fed the two mice a modified version of the potion aversion agent.

After a few drops of the medicine were administered, the previously frenzied mouse quickly calmed down, huddled in a corner and stayed quiet for a while before starting to nibble on bread crumbs.

Charlotte closed the cage, and all she had to do was feed the six mice every day.

Observe for a period of time to see if any other adverse reactions occur, or if drug addiction recurs.

As Charlotte emerged from the warehouse, she spotted a familiar figure sitting on a swing by the artificial lake. The figure was holding a cat in her arms, swinging her short legs as she rocked the swing, and gnawing on a duck leg that was as big as half her face.

"Does the duck leg smell good?" Charlotte walked over and asked in a low voice.

"It smells delicious..." The girl, who was diligently gnawing on a duck leg, suddenly looked up, stared blankly at Charlotte standing in front of her, and exclaimed in surprise, "Boss, what brings you here!"

As she spoke, she looked at the large duck leg in her hand that she had only taken a few bites of, and as if she had made a great decision, she handed it forward, "Here, have some. Let me tell you, this braised duck leg is incredibly delicious! Don't say I didn't think of you when I had something good."

Charlotte couldn't help but laugh when she saw Vivian's greasy mouth and her seemingly rounder face.

Goodness, he's gained weight in just two or three days.

She hadn't eaten properly since she ran away a while ago; apart from her breasts not shrinking, she was extremely thin from hunger.

The food at the clinic wasn't very good; you could say you weren't hungry, and you could occasionally have a treat.

At Harriman Estate, however, Diana declared that there would be no limit to the food and drinks, which made the young girl very comfortable.

If she gains a little weight, she'll look even more delicate and adorable, and she'll have two little dimples when she smiles.

He's just a bit slow.

Not very bright.

"You eat, I just had breakfast not long ago, I'm not hungry." Charlotte smiled and shook her head, looking at Anna who was being pressed down by Vivian's big breasts, and reached out to tease her chin. Why does it seem like Anna has gained weight too? She's almost got a double chin.

Meow~

Anna gave a somewhat perfunctory reply.

Having seen the world these past few days, I no longer care about Charlotte's petty favors.

"Well, we'll go home eventually. Let's see if you'll be craving dried fish then," Charlotte said with a smirk.

"Go home? When are we going home?" Vivian, who was about to continue gnawing on her duck leg, looked up at Charlotte with some nervousness. "Are we going back already? Are we really not going to stay a couple more days? I think it's great here, and the landlady is so nice."

"You think she's nice? You're just after her duck leg, you're such a glutton!" Charlotte rolled her eyes, not wanting to call her out, and said, "The landlady is working hard to fix our house, we'll be able to go back soon."

"So our clinic will be closed for a while? We get so many patients coming to you for treatment every day. If the clinic closes, they…" Vivian slowly put down the duck leg in her hand, a hint of worry on her face, "They won't have money to go to big clinics, they'll die, won't they?"

Charlotte frowned, but couldn't help but think about Vivian's problem.

The patients who came to his clinic were indeed mostly poor people who simply couldn't afford the tens of thousands of yuan in medical fees that large clinics often charged.

In the abyss where medical facilities are extremely scarce, many injuries have a very high mortality rate if they do not receive timely treatment.

The clinic sees most patients every day, and apart from a few with minor cases, most of their wounds require treatment.

Now that the clinic is closed, those patients have nowhere to seek medical treatment, and the outcome is predictable.

Charlotte, after all, was a veterinarian, and her sense of responsibility towards patients was indeed not as strong as Vivian's.

It's unclear how long the reconstruction of the clinic will take. Does this mean the clinic won't be open until the building is finished?

He knew he already had the answer in his heart.

This is not just about making money and improving skills; it's also about healing the sick and saving lives.

"I'll go out for a bit later and see if there are any suitable shops on Bacca Street. I'll rent one from the landlady for a short period so I can reopen the clinic," Charlotte said to Vivian.

"Mmm." Vivian smiled happily, then asked softly, "Are we staying here tonight? Can we have breakfast and dinner here?"

Charlotte found Buddy and told him her thoughts.

Buddy immediately drove him to Bacca Street, showing a very positive attitude.

"Dr. Charlotte, I've had all the items from your clinic moved to the shop across the street. That shop is currently empty, so if it's suitable, you can temporarily open a clinic there," Buddy said from outside the car.

"That would be perfect," Charlotte nodded quickly.

The empty shop across the street... He immediately thought of the goblin tailor who was brutally beaten to death in the street by the bald giant when he first met Diana. If he wasn't mistaken, it should be that empty tailor shop.

That's so tragic...

However, this is quite convenient; you can simply put up a notice in front of the clinic, and there's no need to worry about patients not being able to find the place.

The carriage slowly came to a stop in front of the shops across the street.

Charlotte got off the carriage and was about to go into the shop with Buddy to see how to rearrange it so that they could reopen for business tomorrow.

"Doctor, you died so tragically. How could you leave me without even seeing me one last time? Who...who killed such a kind and handsome person like you..."

A heart-wrenching wail came from across the street, causing Charlotte to stop in her tracks.

He looked closely and saw that the project was progressing well. The original clinic had been demolished, leaving only a pile of construction waste. Several dwarf craftsmen were clearing the ruins.

A woman dressed in fine clothes sat slumped in front of the ruins, weeping bitterly.