Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

He opened the cork with caution, but he almost missed it.

This magical potion is indeed wicked.

Looking at the cage, the small white mice that were huddled in the corners have now all come to the front of the bars, sniffing the air with their pink noses, showing signs of restlessness.

"I'll administer the potion to them first. Given their size, a drop should be sufficient," Charlotte muttered to himself as he began administering the potion to the small white mice.

The allure of this substance to the mice was undeniable, so the process of feeding them the potion was quite simple. In no time, all ten mice had been fed.

Charlotte closed the cage and took a step back, observing the mice's reactions after taking the potion.

He thought that it would take some time for the effects to kick in, but unexpectedly, after just a short while, the mice in the cage began to exhibit signs of excitement.

Jerry #1 was frantically spinning in circles, Jerry #2 started banging its head against the bars, Jerry #3 grabbed the bars and emitted a strange howling sound, Jerry #4 showed relatively normal behavior by rolling in place, and Jerry #5 seemed a bit confused as it started doing push-ups...

Watching the mice indulging in their excited states, Charlotte took a pen and made a note of their behaviors before turning and heading downstairs.

This would be the period of heightened excitement after taking the potion. He would have to wait until the effects wore off and the withdrawal symptoms set in before conducting the drug tests.

He went to the alchemy room and wrote down several formulas on paper. He made slight adjustments to different proportions and added or subtracted a few ingredients, then started brewing several batches of potions.

He didn't believe that the original owner could randomly grab a few materials and create a perfect potion to counteract the effects of magic addiction.

But pharmaceuticals were a highly meticulous and complex discipline, and he was far from being an expert.

He could only make minor modifications based on the existing formulas in an attempt to find the optimal solution.

For example, reducing the adverse reactions after taking the potion and lowering the potential mortality rate.

This would play a crucial role in the widespread promotion of the potion to counter magic addiction.

...

Calva, Dino Manor, study room.

Capas looked at the confidential letter that had just arrived and his face gradually darkened.

Seeing Capas's unpleasant expression, Bill asked, "My Lord Viscount, does the Duke's letter contain any important information?"

"Father says that that girl, Vivian, has appeared in the imperial capital," Capas gritted his teeth, "Damn it! How did that brat manage to return to the imperial capital!"

"How is that possible? We were tracking her all the way... She should have entered the Abyss," Bill also expressed great astonishment.

"No mistakes, Father says the notebook has appeared in the imperial capital, and he wants us to return to the capital as quickly as possible, capture that girl, and retrieve the notebook," Capas handed the confidential letter to Bill and couldn't help but pound the table with his fist, "Damn it! We've been played."

After carefully reading the confidential letter for a while, Bill's face became grave and he said, "I will arrange for flying mounts. We will depart for the imperial capital early tomorrow morning."

Capas nodded slightly and muttered, "It seems that the marriage with Elizabeth will have to be postponed for a while. However, Charlotte must die!"

...

Tova Street, Sibar Tavern.

"What did you say?!" Fat Sibar abruptly stood up from his comfortable recliner. "That damn tailor was barely hanging on, and now you're telling me someone killed them with a pair of scissors and escaped unscathed?"

"No... no, boss, they were killed by someone else, one sword strike each," the dog-headed orc trembled as he spoke, "It might be related to the person who snatched the magic potion today. They were all killed with swords."

Sibar's expression changed rapidly. Tonight, someone robbed a magic potion in broad daylight, and Tova Street was turned upside down by the Black Magic Guards, yet they still failed to catch anyone.

This person had guts, and their strength was likely formidable.

Sibar wondered about their connection with Ivan and whether they would come knocking on his door.

Although Sibar Tavern also sold magic potions, it was only a small share of the profits that leaked through the fingers of the Jadeson family's elites, obtained through begging and pleading.

"He's not very brave. He usually likes to bully the weak and fear the strong, which is why he has managed to survive until today," Sibar said.

"Go and inform Lord Black Magic Guard that the deaths of the tailor and his daughter are related to the person who robbed the magic potion," Sibar ordered.

"If I can't have her, then I'll destroy her," a cruel smile appeared on Sibar's greasy face. "The Abyss is not that big. I want to see where you and your daughter can hide..."

...

Nightmare Street, the towering black palace.

Carol stood with his head lowered in front of an extremely muscular tiger-headed orc and asked in a low voice, "Father, is Capas' sudden return to the imperial capital related to something happening there?"

"This is not something we need to worry about."

Elton, the leader of the Abyss's powerful figures, spoke in a low voice, glancing at his youngest son. "But you, a puny human who had his magic source abolished, haven't managed to kill him after so many days?"

The dissatisfaction in his tone, along with the terrifying pressure of a seventh-level powerhouse, made Carol lower his head even further. "This kid somehow managed to get close to Diana. She sent Fox Guards to watch over him all day. We can't act because we don't want to directly conflict with the Harriman family."

"Since when do we have to consider the faces of those foxes when we do things?" Elton's voice turned cold.

"I have already sent a Werewolf to take his life tonight," Carol quickly replied.

Elton no longer inquired, muttering, "Once the channel with Cromwell is established, there is no longer any need for the other three families. The Abyss doesn't need four major families."

"I am willing to share your worries," excitement flickered in Carol's eyes.

With the elimination of the other three families, the Jadeson family would become the dominant power in the Abyss, completely controlling the entire region.

...

Ivan, with Dora by his side, stumbled and escaped from Tova Street, relying on his familiarity with the streets and alleys.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he encountered two wandering magic addicts who attempted to rob them.

Ivan initially planned to hand over his money to secure their escape.

However, to his surprise, after taking the money, the two also had their eyes on Dora.

Enraged, Ivan took advantage of their momentary lack of vigilance, pulled out his scissors, and stabbed one of them to death. He then engaged in a struggle with the other.

Although Ivan ultimately killed his opponent, he received knife wounds to his thigh and abdomen, blood flowing profusely.

Already weakened, Ivan's vision gradually blurred. Dora's panicked cries attracted the attention of nearby vagabonds, who approached like hungry wolves, sensing the scent of blood.

With the scissors tightly gripped in his hand, Ivan smiled bitterly in despair. He knew that once he fell, Dora would face a grim fate.

At that moment, a luxurious carriage, pulled by four pure black horses, approached the long street. A beast oil lamp hung in front of the carriage, illuminating a conspicuous red cross emblem.

A glimmer of light ignited in Ivan's blurry eyes. Summoning all his strength, he pulled Dora's hand and lunged towards the carriage, collapsing in the middle of the street.

The coachman was startled and quickly pulled the reins.

The hooves of the black horses almost trampled Ivan's face but stopped just in time.

"What's going on?" a gentle voice sounded from inside the carriage.

"Dean, a man, and a little girl collided with the carriage. It seems they are injured. I will go and drive them away," the coachman replied, about to jump down from the carriage.

"Wait." The carriage door opened, and a young man stepped out, looking at the man lying in front of the carriage, uncertain of life or death, and the little girl sitting on the ground, crying helplessly. His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly.

He looked around in the darkness, where a dozen pairs of eyes were coveting them.

"Bring them onto the carriage," Roland ordered.

"Yes." Two guards accompanying the carriage jumped down, one carrying Ivan and the other carrying Dora, and they boarded the carriage.

The door closed, and the carriage continued forward, with no one daring to approach.