I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

A voluptuous and beautiful woman sat slumped in front of the ruins of the clinic, her wailing attracting many passersby to stop and watch.

After learning why she cried, some people spontaneously joined in the mourning, and even patients who had been treated by the doctor shed silent tears.

It had turned into a memorial service.

"Who is this a memorial for?" Charlotte watched curiously for a while, and suddenly felt that the woman's voluptuous profile and voice were so familiar. Wasn't that Ruth?

Realizing that Rose was with a group of clueless onlookers lamenting his untimely death, Charlotte walked over with a dark expression.

This woman doesn't seem very bright.

"Doctor... how could you just leave me like this? How am I supposed to live without you..." Ruth's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and her body was trembling. She looked really heartbroken, and her crying was very infectious.

Even an elderly woman passing by couldn't help but wipe away her tears, whispering, "Why is this girl crying? Will she get any money?"

"Isn't this Miss Ruth, the top dancer on Amman Street?"

"She really is an exceptionally beautiful woman; even her crying is so beautiful."

"I never imagined that this doctor, who looked so thin and frail, could have won Miss Ruth's heart. It's a pity he's now dead."

Passersby whispered among themselves, and many men's eyes lingered on Ruth.

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Charlotte squeezed to the front and looked at Ruth, who was immersed in tears. She could feel her sadness and pain, but he was still standing there alive, which made the feeling somewhat strange.

He walked up to Ruth and then slowly squatted down.

The noisy crowd immediately quieted down.

Someone recognized Charlotte and almost screamed.

Ruth felt a shadow fall over her, and through her teary eyes she opened them to see a familiar face.

The crying stopped abruptly. Ruth was stunned for a moment, then blinked rapidly until her vision became clearer, and she could see the face of the man squatting in front of her.

"Doctor!" Ruth screamed in surprise and immediately threw herself into Charlotte's arms.

He was suddenly surrounded by a soft, warm body. Charging someone with a ball is the most dangerous thing, but luckily Charlotte was prepared and caught her, so she wasn't knocked to the ground.

"Oh, this..."

The men who had been watching left indignantly, and even the single men in the corner turned their heads away.

Ruth buried her head in his chest and burst into another bout of sobbing. It took a while for her emotions to gradually calm down.

"What are you doing?" Charlotte helped her to her feet, finding it somewhat amusing but not at all touching.

Ruth sniffed, turned her face away to wipe her tears, cupped Charlotte's face in her hands, and couldn't help but laugh again.

Seemingly realizing that her crying and laughing was too crazy, a blush appeared on her face, and she said aggrievedly, "They all said you were attacked at night. When I came, the clinic was just a pile of ruins... I... I thought you were dead."

Charlotte's heart softened when she saw Ruth's red and swollen eyes, filled with worry and joy.

There are people in this world who truly care about his life and death.

It's nice to have people grieve and remember you when you die.

"Silly girl, I'm fine. The clinic was just demolished and rebuilt. I plan to temporarily move to the shop across the street for a while," Charlotte said with a smile, wiping away the tears that were about to fall from the corners of her eyes.

"So...where are you staying now?" Ruth looked at him with concern. "If it's not safe enough, why don't you come stay with me? It'll definitely be safer than staying here."

"Holy crap...!"

Passersby who hadn't gone far all showed expressions of shock.

The men looked at Charlotte with envy, jealousy, and hatred.

Miss Ruth invited him to live together; such a good thing actually fell into the hands of this pretty boy.

They suddenly understood why Charlotte was always being attacked.

Anyone would want to give him a good thrashing.

"No need, I'm staying with Miss Diana now, and Harriman Manor is still very safe," Charlotte said with a smile. It would be too painful to refuse such an invitation to stay on Aman Street.

However, these words were heard differently by the onlookers.

"What?! He's living at Harriman Estate!"

"Shocking! He's living with Diana!"

"Holy crap! He rejected Miss Ruth only because Miss Diana was keeping him!"

Look, each rumor is more outrageous than the last.

Ruth was also stunned for a moment, then exclaimed in surprise, "You mean...you live with Diana?!"

For some reason, she felt a pang of heartache.

"You could say that," Charlotte nodded.

Buddy hesitated to speak, but upon reflection, Charlotte didn't seem to be lying; he did indeed live at Harriman Estate, and in Miss Charlotte's villa.

"Okay, I wish you happiness..." Ruth lowered her head, turned away somewhat forlornly, and tried hard not to let tears slide down her cheeks.

"Does your stomach still hurt? Has the scar gone?" Charlotte asked casually, a little puzzled.

"I knew you still cared about me, and that you still couldn't let me go." Ruth smiled again and turned around, saying, "It doesn't hurt anymore, and the scar is gone. I had it removed by Director Roland at Dr. Duru's Clinic."

"Roland..." Charlotte smiled; the abyss was indeed very small.

Charlotte went to look at the shop across the street, and Ruth insisted on going with her.

This shop was half the size of his original clinic, only about 100 square meters, but it was quite clean. The things he had moved from the clinic were neatly stacked in the shop, including the two stone beds in the diagnosis room and the operating room.

"This is too small, and the layout is bad. We need to build a wall here, use the outside as a diagnosis room, and the inside as an operating room. That will be barely usable." Ruth pointed out the problems, acting like the lady of the house.

Buddy glanced at Charlotte.

"The operating room does need to be separated to avoid wound infection. The wall will be built in this location, and this cabinet will be pushed to the side of the wall so it doesn't take up space in the middle. This stone bed will be placed here..." Charlotte began to plan the layout of the temporary clinic.

Since it's just for temporary use, Charlotte won't be too picky; as long as it meets the needs of her daily house calls, it'll be fine.

"I understand. I'll have them make the necessary changes according to your requirements later." Buddy nodded slightly.

"Thank you for your trouble," Charlotte said, taking paper and pen from the bookshelf, writing a notice, sticking it on the board, and then placing the board in front of the clinic across the street to inform patients that the clinic had temporarily moved to the other side of the street and would begin seeing patients tomorrow.

With Buddy's help, Charlotte replaced the tailor shop's sign with the clinic's original sign, and the temporary clinic was thus established.