Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

"Dr. Charlotte, is he a skilled doctor?" Hattie couldn't help but ask curiously as she led Ruth to change her clothes. Now that there were only the two of them, she wanted to satisfy her curiosity.

"Yes, he is a genius, both in the past and now," Ruth smiled faintly, feeling a strange sense of pride.

After Ruth changed into the patient gown and entered the ward, Roland was already waiting for her.

Hattie closed the door and stood by, ready to assist.

Roland gestured for Ruth to lie down on the bed and said softly, "Miss Ruth, please let me have a look at your scar."

Ruth complied, lifting the edge of her clothes. On her smooth and flat lower right abdomen, there was a conspicuous scar, over ten centimeters long.

Roland gazed at the scar. According to Ruth's account, Charlotte made an incision in this location as a surgical opening, entered the abdominal cavity, removed a section of her intestine, and then sutured it back together to complete the operation.

Even though he had heard about that guy's actions before, Roland couldn't help but curse inwardly, "He's truly insane!"

This was a living person. Even a butcher wouldn't be confident in cutting open a pig's belly, sewing it back together, and having it still alive, right?

However, looking at the scar, the stitches were done beautifully. Even his tailor might not be able to sew skin together so perfectly.

The material of the sutures was unknown, but after the wound healed, the stitches had already dissolved.

However, on a beauty like Ruth, even the smallest scar was unnecessary.

It would make her slightly imperfect when she wore a beautiful dress.

But for a strong man, a mercenary, such a scar wouldn't bother them.

In reality, a scar like this could be easily resolved by a novice mage who had learned Scar Removal Magic. It was a waste of talent for someone like Roland, an advanced mage, to handle such a minor issue.

"May I ask, did Charlotte use magic during the surgery?" Roland looked into Ruth's eyes and asked gently.

"Before the surgery, he gave me pain-relieving and sedative potions, so I'm not aware of the details of the procedure," Ruth shook her head. "And if I had been awake, watching him cut me open, I would probably have passed out from fear, wouldn't I?"

"The bloody scene is indeed difficult to accept," Roland nodded thoughtfully.

This was a good way to make patients cooperate quietly during surgery. By making them unaware of the pain and losing consciousness, the occurrence of accidents during dangerous procedures could be minimized.

It seemed that Charlotte had indeed put a lot of thought into performing surgeries.

"Calva couldn't tolerate him, but can't you tolerate him in the Abyss?" Ruth interrupted Roland's thoughts, staring at his face and asking.

Roland fell silent for a moment and shook his head, "The Abyss is different from Calva. If he truly has the ability, he will find a place to stand."

The conversation between the two ended, and Roland took out his magic wand, devoutly performing magic.

As a green light fell onto Ruth's abdomen, that conspicuous scar seemed to melt away like snow, quickly disappearing without a trace.

Her lower abdomen became fair and smooth once again.

"Thank you, Dean Roland." Ruth got up from the bed and sincerely expressed her gratitude.

"You're welcome," Roland put away his magic wand. "You don't need to pay for the scar removal today, and we will also refund the diagnostic fees you previously paid at the Dru Clinic and the Fran Clinic as compensation for the misdiagnosis."

"This..." Ruth was somewhat surprised.

"Hope to witness your graceful dance tomorrow." Roland nodded slightly and walked towards the door. "Hattie, take Miss Ruth to the finance department to collect the refunded fees."

"Yes, Your Excellency." Hattie quickly nodded.

Ten minutes later, Ruth came out of the Duru Clinic with a puzzled expression and boarded the pumpkin carriage.

She had come for scar removal today, but she hadn't spent a single coin and had even received a refund of 80,000 copper coins.

What kind of world was this?

Did clinics voluntarily give refunds?

...

Charlotte stepped out for a while and used the excuse of delivering the remaining essence to Diana to hitch a ride to Harry's general store.

"Oh, it's our Harriman family's son-in-law," Harry teased as Charlotte entered through the door.

"Who leaked the news?" Charlotte's expression turned serious.

"Alright, the news about you and Diana fighting the Black Guards last night spread early in the morning. Now everyone is guessing about your relationship with Diana," Harry said with a mischievous smile. "Come on, tell your older brother, what exactly did Diana see in you?"

"Probably my handsome face, strong physique, and interesting soul," Charlotte replied seriously.

Harry looked Charlotte up and down, then suddenly jumped up and grabbed his chest in shock. "What kind of powerful medicine have you been taking?"

Charlotte took a step back, looking somewhat guarded at Harry. He wasn't interested in men, let alone the old goblin. "Medicine? How is that possible? Am I the kind of person who would take medicine? This is the result of my recent training."

Rolling his eyes, Harry sat back down in his armchair and casually said, "Did you run out of materials after buying so much the other day?"

"I want to buy a set of household magic shields today."

Harry immediately sat up straight. "Are you sure? That thing is not cheap."

"Compared to money, I think staying alive is more important."

"Indeed, it's better to find a wealthy woman than work so hard," Harry said, getting up and flipping a counter behind him.

Three rows of brightly colored crystal balls appeared on the shelves behind him.

"These are all small-scale shields, ranging in defense level from Level 1 to Level 6, with prices ranging from 10,000 to 5 million. Which one do you want?"

Charlotte looked earnestly at the colorful crystal balls on the shelves. These were the core of magic shields, created by magical blacksmiths with embedded magic cores, connected by beast blood arrays, and combined with various special materials.

Don't underestimate these magic shields. In a giant city like Calva, it relied not on tall walls to resist the magic tide, but on these seemingly thin and smooth magic shields. It was said that the core was four beast rear magic cores, which, with the cooperation of high-level mages, could withstand attacks from beast rear-level magic tides.

"What about that earthy yellow Level 3 shield?" Charlotte asked.

"You have a good eye. This is a Level 3 shield made from the magic core of a Level 2 Burrowing Beast. Besides being able to dig holes, its main features are its tough armor and incredible endurance, which even a Level 3 knight can't do anything about. So, it takes the magic core of a Level 2 magical beast to forge a Level 3 shield. Its characteristics are durability and resistance. Of course, the drawback is quite obvious—it lacks a counter-attack function and is purely a hard-defense shield," Harry explained, standing up.

Charlotte's eyes lit up. This was exactly what suited him!