Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

"Damn it! Peeping Tom! Luckily I didn't take off my pants!"

Charlotte was shocked and quickly poured two more buckets of water before hastily finishing up.

But come to think of it, that girl did look quite pretty.

The clinic next door was a bookstore that specialized in all sorts of serious and not-so-serious books.

You could find books like "The Centaur Girl and the Unspeakable Secrets of the Dragon" or "My Mischievous Years on Amman Street." They even had special editions with illustrations, and there was even manga!

Don't ask how Charlotte knew all this.

Just ask.

He bought them.

Not him, though. It was the original owner.

The ten or so books on the top shelf of his bookcase were all covered with new jackets. Among them were a few remarkably lifelike manga volumes.

The paneling wasn't the best, but the artwork was solid, with a delicate style and an imagination that knew no bounds. Centaurs and man-tigers were considered reserved subjects.

Of course, Charlotte had no interest in such things.

When he first transmigrated, he studied the entire bookshelf to quickly familiarize himself with the world. Since he was used to reading from top to bottom, he initially thought they were nonfiction manga and literature, which shattered his worldview.

It wasn't until he delved into some serious literature that his worldview returned to normal.

And yet... he felt somewhat disappointed?

But that wasn't the point. The point was that if he remembered correctly, the owner of the neighboring bookstore seemed to be a thin, balding middle-aged man.

There weren't many records in the diary about the bookstore next door, but there was one entry that was heavily emphasized: Limited edition manga released on the 8th of every month!

Was this manga part of that?

Was it serious?

So, who was that girl who peeked at him while he was bathing?

Of course, it was also possible that he had misunderstood and maybe she was there first.

But if he undressed and bathed in front of a young lady, wouldn't that be indecent?

Charlotte dried his hair and changed into clean clothes, deciding not to dwell on the identity of the girl who peeked at him.

Now that he had acquired his martial skills and successfully transitioned to becoming a knight, albeit still at the lowest level of knight apprentice, as long as he continued to drink powerful potions, he would continue to grow stronger.

Earning money = getting stronger.

It truly was an eternal law.

He just needed to manage the clinic well, improve its reputation, and earn more money.

It was still early, so Charlotte prepared to go upstairs and cook porridge.

However, there was a knock at the door.

"So early? Don't they know the rules?" Charlotte was somewhat surprised but hesitated for a moment before walking to the door.

Looking outside through the door crack, there was no one outside.

"Doctor... save me..." A faint cry for help came from below, and Charlotte's gaze shifted downward, noticing a figure crouched in front of the door.

It was an orc with antlers on its head, emaciated and showing typical signs of magical drug addiction.

Charlotte's attitude towards such people was somewhat complicated.

Those who willingly indulged themselves in it for temporary pleasure did not deserve pity, but in a place like the Abyss, many addicts were forced into it.

The Jadeson family had done a lot of evil to expand the market for magical drugs, exploiting more people.

Magical drug addiction caused immense harm to the body. In the later stages, the internal organs would deteriorate, and it was almost impossible to save them, let alone for someone like him, a veterinarian.

"I can't drink the magical drug anymore... they... they forced me to sell my daughter... I can't sell Dora..." The orc's voice sounded intermittent and weak. He tried to crawl up, trembling and slipped weakly to the ground. He could only despairingly grab his hair, with veins bulging on his emaciated forehead, displaying immense pain.

Charlotte's expression couldn't hold up any longer. He glanced left and right through the door crack, made sure there was no one else, and opened the clinic door.

The orc propped himself up and tried to reach for the door instinctively, but found nothing to hold onto. However, this time he wasn't thrown to the ground. Instead, a pair of strong hands grabbed him and helped him up.

The orc was not tall, similar in height to Charlotte. He was extremely thin, weighing less than eighty pounds, with a pale complexion and a look of extreme weakness. However, his hazel eyes had a transparent quality like glass.

"Doctor!" The orc looked at Charlotte, his eyes brightening. He instinctively tightened his grip on Charlotte's hand and said, "Save me, I can't drink the magical drug anymore."

"Come inside first." Charlotte supported the orc into the clinic and closed the door behind them.

He had the orc sit on a chair and poured a glass of water for him, saying, "I'm Charlotte, the owner, and doctor of this clinic. Tell me about your situation."

"I know you. My name is Ivan, and I live on Tova Street. Half a year ago, I was drugged for the first time by them in a tavern, and I became addicted to the Blue Flame magical drug. For the past six months, I've had to drink a bottle of Blue Flame magical drug almost every day. I know it's wrong, but I can't control myself. When the addiction kicks in, it feels like ants are devouring my body. Only by drinking the magical drug can I find relief..."

Ivan's hand holding the ceramic cup trembled, while his other hand clenched into a fist. His face was filled with pain as he continued, "But ever since I started taking the magical drug, I've been in a daze. I can't even work properly. When I ran out of money, I started selling off my possessions. I sold everything that could be sold in my house, until yesterday... they made me sell my daughter... so I could get two bottles of magical drug..."

"These beasts! That's my daughter we're talking about!" Ivan's emotions suddenly became agitated, choking on his words. "Her mother passed away, and I raised her on my own. She's only eight years old, and they wanted to sell her to Anman Street... even if I die, I can't do such a thing!"

Charlotte listened silently, his expression turning grim. If it weren't for the fact that he still had a daughter, he wouldn't have even let Ivan in.

But if magical drugs were so easy to quit, they wouldn't strike fear in people's hearts.

Forcing a sudden withdrawal from the drug would cause excruciating withdrawal symptoms, making the addict's life worse than death.

The orc before him was clearly in great agony, despite his efforts to restrain himself.

One positive aspect was that he at least had the determination to quit voluntarily.

"Wait here for a moment." Suddenly, something came to Charlotte's mind, and he quickly walked toward the study.

Pulling out a diary from the top shelf of the bookcase, Charlotte rapidly flipped through it, then stopped.

"The weather is nice today, although the sun and clouds are still invisible. A late-stage magical drug addict came by, and his will to survive is quite strong. I gave him some blood and provided comfort therapy. He should be gone by tomorrow, hoping he can find peace."

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