Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

The prosperous imperial capital was filled with magnificent buildings.

However, in this city with a population of over a million, the tallest structure was not the splendid palace of the king but the nine-story Observatory Tower standing in the north of the city.

Although the tower only had nine floors, its height reached a staggering 300 meters.

Constructed with white giant stones, it shimmered under the sunlight during the day, majestic, becoming the landmark of the imperial capital.

But at night, the tower merged with the surrounding darkness, devoid of any light.

It was said that the king wanted to place a meter-sized night pearl on the top of the tower to showcase the grandeur of the Observatory Tower. However, the chief of the observatory rejected it, citing that it would affect stargazing.

The reason why the Observatory Tower held such a lofty position in the Lance Empire was not through deception.

Throughout the ages, the chiefs of the observatory had guided the Lance Empire's direction with their astrological predictions, leading the empire through the difficult period of interethnic conflicts. They established a vast human empire, allowing them to stand on equal footing with dragons and elves, earning the king's trust.

Since the establishment of the Lance Empire, this nine-story tower had been the tallest structure in the imperial capital, even taller than the king's palace.

The current chief of the observatory was over 300 years old and had witnessed the departure of two kings. The third one was said to have a short lifespan.

In recent years, the chief of the observatory rarely appeared in public. The last time was three years ago when she attended the king's birthday banquet, where she remained silent throughout the entire event.

At present, the Observatory Tower only had the young assistant chief, Maria, occasionally visiting the palace, serving as the face of the observatory.

However, no one dared to underestimate the Observatory Tower. Even the long-established aristocrats showed a hint of awe when they encountered the young assistant chief.

Everyone knew that the young assistant chief was the great-granddaughter of the former chief, destined to become the future chief of the observatory.

At this moment, on the ninth floor of the Observatory Tower, the young assistant chief in a white dress held a black square stone with a gold star on her forehead, her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

"You've learned pretty quickly," Maria murmured as her fingers lightly slid across the screen.

Light Chaser: [Remember, it was you who sought my help.]

Miracle: [Since you're so proactive in assisting me, it shows that our goals align. I'll give you what you want, and in return, you'll help me with a small task. That's fair.]

Light Chaser: [Tell me what you want me to do first.]

Miracle: [After you receive the contents of the notebook, spread the news in the imperial capital that Vivian has returned.]

"It's interesting," Maria's lips curled slightly. After a moment of contemplation, she replied: [Deal.]

The contents of this notebook were of immense value, something that Finance Minister Frank Bernis had risked his life to protect. If utilized properly, it could truly bring about the downfall of Cromwell.

Miracle: [Wait a moment. Tonight, I'll send you all the contents, but it will take some time.]

Light Chaser: [All right, I'll spread the news tomorrow.]

...

Charlotte ended the transaction in a pleasant mood and took out the hand-copied book given to him by Vivian. He began editing its contents for the Light Chaser.

It felt so satisfying to have the upper hand!

For now, Diana was helping him deal with the threat from Carol, but the danger brought by Karpas was far more deadly. If he continued to stay in Calva, tracking Vivian's whereabouts, it would be like a sword hanging over his head, capable of taking his life at any moment.

That's why he made a deal with the Light Chaser, with only one request in mind: to bring Karpas back to the imperial capital.

This would ensure Vivian's safety and greatly alleviate his pressure.

Killing two birds with one stone, and all he had to do was exert a bit of physical effort in transferring the text.

Transcription of the contents of the notebook, he couldn't help but be curious about the identity of this Light Chaser. They dared to go after Cromwell, showing great courage.

As the Minister of Finance, Vivian's father held such important evidence, yet he was destroyed by Cromwell, losing his family and being driven to ruin.

Cromwell's immense power in the Lance Empire was evident.

However, Charlotte didn't have a strong desire to investigate. Everyone in the Crimson Moon organization was talented, so as a newcomer, all he needed to do was cling to their thighs.

Cromwell was too far away and too powerful, so it wasn't his concern.

Charlotte stayed up late to transcribe the entire contents of the notebook and sent it to the Light Chaser. If it weren't for the increased speed brought by his enhanced abilities, he probably wouldn't have finished before daybreak.

Then he had a good sleep, feeling at ease with the Fox Guards guarding outside.

The next morning, he was awakened by a knock on the door.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Charlotte opened the door to find Vivian standing outside, looking somewhat surprised at Charlotte in his sleepwear. She said, "Boss, there's already a long line of patients waiting outside..."

Charlotte glanced at the daylight outside and was momentarily stunned. Had he overslept? It seemed that staying up late to type had indeed taken a toll. However, he remained calm and said, "Let me freshen up, and I'll be down soon."

"All right," Vivian nodded and turned to go downstairs.

Charlotte changed into a white robe, quickly freshened up, and then went downstairs. When he opened the door, he saw a long line of patients waiting outside. Over a dozen patients were waiting to be treated.

It was an unusual scene at the clinic.

Considering his current reputation, seeing ten patients in a day was normal customer flow.

At first glance, it seemed that there were several severely injured patients, each supported by a few burly men.

Charlotte's gaze lingered on the orcs guarding the injured patients for a moment before discreetly shifting away.

"Want to cause a ruckus? How annoying!" Charlotte's gaze fell on the first patient.

Two robust orcs were supporting a frail goblin.

The goblin looked young, considering their average lifespan of over three hundred years, he appeared to be just of age.

However, despite being a young goblin in his prime, he was thin, as if his flesh had been sucked dry. His skin clung to his skeletal frame, his eye sockets sunken, his breath extremely weak, and green saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

"Doctor, this is our boss. He was fine yesterday, but today he suddenly became like this. Please save him quickly," the orc on the left said anxiously.

This is your boss? I'd believe it if you said he's your father! Charlotte glanced at him, barely containing his laughter at the exaggerated performance.

It was clear that this goblin had been drained by some sort of potion and was in a critical condition, on the verge of death.

There was nothing Charlotte could do for this patient.

Surgery was useless, and he didn't know any magic. If he were to give him a bottle of stamina potion, he would probably die on the spot.

These two were here to cause trouble.

"I'm sorry, but I can't treat your boss's condition. Take a left turn ahead and walk two more streets. There's a large medical clinic there. Hurry and take your boss there for treatment, don't delay his condition," Charlotte stood at the door, waved his hand, and directly refused to treat them.

This caught the two orcs off guard.

Their mission was to get the goblin inside, create chaos, and take the opportunity to kill the doctor.

The two exchanged glances, and the orc on the right, with his large copper-bell eyes, shouted, "I don't care. This is a clinic, so you must treat my boss! If you can't cure him, I'll demolish this lousy clinic of yours!"