I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

Nightmare Street.

Inside a luxurious villa, in a council chamber, Carroll met with several of his men.

"Lord Carol, that fellow has hidden in Harriman Manor. He's always surrounded by fox guards when he comes and goes, so we can't find a suitable opportunity to strike," an orc reported cautiously to Carol, his head bowed.

"Useless! A mere human, and we haven't even killed him after all these days." Carol was furious and smashed the armrest of the chair with one hand.

The orc who gave the report trembled, and the others in the council hall dared not utter a word.

"My lord, that woman Diana is ungrateful. Why don't we find an opportunity to take her down as well?" A beastman said with a ruthless expression.

Snapped!

A resounding slap.

"Do you even know who Diana is? If you kill her, won't the Harriman family fight us to the death?" Carol said angrily, looking at the orc he had slapped to the ground.

The orc covered his face, not daring to speak, looking aggrieved.

Carol was getting agitated, and Diana's intervention complicated things further.

The Harriman family will have to be dealt with sooner or later, but the time is not yet right. Originally, she wanted to make contact with Capas to help her capture and kill people, thereby expanding the sales of her potions in the Lance Empire. At the same time, she could also borrow a group of people from him to destroy the Harriman and Duru families.

Now he doesn't need to capture anyone anymore, and he hasn't killed Charlotte, whom he wanted to kill. If Capas hadn't already returned to the capital, he wouldn't know how to explain it to him.

"My lord, since we can't afford to openly confront the Harriman family, let's use someone else to do our dirty work." The weasel-like beastman stepped forward.

"Using someone else to do the dirty work?" Carol frowned.

The weasel continued, "I heard that Charlotte saved Ruth, a dancer from Amman Street, a few days ago. Ruth was diagnosed as a person abandoned by God by doctors from four clinics, but Charlotte actually saved her life."

"Doesn't this prove his medical skills are superb?" Carol said.

"That's not necessarily true. Charlotte was a genius magician who graduated from the Calva Medical School. She was expelled from Calva because she performed surgery on a patient without authorization, violating the rules of the Medical Association." The weasel's eyes darted around slyly. "Think about it, he saved a patient whom other doctors deemed a forsaken by God. Do you think he might be an apostle of the devil, making a deal with him? If the Medical Association found out about this, wouldn't they arrest him and hang him?"

Carol's eyes lit up, and she slapped the weasel's shoulder hard with her right hand, praising, "When it comes to scheming and trickery, you're the best."

The other orcs echoed this sentiment and praised it.

The weasel's shoulders slumped, feeling as if several bones had been broken. Suppressing the urge to vomit blood, he continued, "One case isn't enough. We need to have the doctors at Judson's Clinic send him a few more people abandoned by God. If they can't cure him, we'll throw dirty water on him, saying he killed people. If they do cure him, we'll still throw dirty water on him, saying he's an apostle of the devil, and that people abandoned by God were cured because they believed in the devil."

"Very good, very good, go and do it now."

……

Charlotte got up early, carrying her first-aid kit, and went out. Vivian was already waiting outside, holding a food box full of pastries and sweets, her little mouth stuffed full. Anna was perched on her shoulder, her eyes half-closed, seemingly still half asleep.

"Boss, have you had breakfast?" Vivian swallowed what was in her mouth.

"I haven't eaten yet, so I'll help you out a bit." Charlotte took a piece of cream cake from her food box without any hesitation and started eating.

  

Vivian stared longingly at the cake in Charlotte's hand, her lips moved slightly, and she muttered softly, "I was going to say... if you didn't eat any, I'd get you one."

"You've got quite a lot, can you finish it all by yourself?" Charlotte laughed.

"This is breakfast and lunch, not something you can finish in one meal," Vivian emphasized.

"That's great, you know how to manage money. Keep the piece with the meat inside for my lunch." Charlotte quickly made the purchase.

"No, that piece looks delicious. I got it specifically for myself. This sandwich next to it is for you." Vivian refused decisively.

"The car is ready, doctor, you can leave now," Buddy said as he walked in from outside.

"Okay, let's go." Charlotte nodded.

The carriage stopped in front of the makeshift clinic, where five or six patients had already lined up.

"Why are you here so early?" Charlotte asked, getting off the carriage with her medicine box in hand, looking at the patients queuing in front of the door with some surprise.

"Dr. Charlotte, you haven't opened the door for two days. If you don't open it soon, I really can't hold on any longer," the orc at the front of the line said weakly, his face pale.

Charlotte looked at him; there were obvious animal scratches on his hands, legs, and shoulders. The wounds had begun to fester, and what was originally not a very serious injury had escalated to the point of almost killing him.

The other patients who lined up early in the morning had similar situations; they had all been injured a couple of days ago and had not received effective treatment, which had made their conditions worse.

Unable to pay for medical expenses at large medical clinics, people can only endure the pain and wait for them to open. This is the tragedy caused by the severe shortage and inequality of medical resources.

"Line up and come in one by one. We're starting now." Charlotte opened the door with a heavy heart and led the first patient in.

The makeshift clinic was simply laid out. Charlotte placed her medicine box aside, had the orc sit down on the stone bed, disinfected her hands first, and then began to treat his festering wounds.

Most external injuries are actually very simple to treat. You just need to pay attention to disinfecting your tools and hands, and then use cleaning and hemostatic agents.

Even for wounds that require stitches, as long as you are proficient in stitching techniques, you can master them quickly.

"Eileen, starting today, you will be in charge of treating patients with minor injuries," Charlotte said, turning her head to Vivian, who was standing beside her helping to hold the medicine bottles.

Charlotte already had a plan in mind for training an assistant doctor.

"Me...can I do it?" Vivian was taken aback, a hint of nervousness on her face.

"Yes, I know you learn quickly. Simple wound cleaning and dressing changes are no problem for you at all." Charlotte nodded.

Looking at the orc's bloody wounds and disgusting pus, it would be a lie to say I wasn't nervous.

Her childhood dream was to become a doctor who heals the sick and saves lives, but she used healing magic, and that was the kind of education she received from childhood.

But after arriving at Charlotte's clinic, she witnessed a completely different way of saving lives.

The medication was used in conjunction with the surgery, and the entire process, without the involvement of magic, successfully saved the patient.

Even intractable diseases that magic cannot cure can be treated with surgery.

This greatly impacted her worldview and even caused her to waver in her faith in the God of Life.

"Okay." Vivian nodded in agreement. Since she couldn't use magic for the time being, she would find another way to heal and save lives.