Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

"Are you testing us with this? Who can withstand such a test?!" Charlotte withdrew her hand calmly and smiled, saying, "You don't need to attend to me while I sleep. Right now, I just want to sleep quietly. Go back and change your clothes, and get some rest yourself."

He was discussing a big business deal with Diana and couldn't let himself be swayed by petty gains.

"Sir, let me serve you properly. Did I not massage you comfortably earlier? You lie on the bed, and I still have many techniques to use on you." Agatha leaned in again, her voice alluring, and her delicate jade hand slipped under Charlotte's clothes, becoming restless.

If it weren't for Charlotte's internal organs being displaced and his limbs broken today, he would need this fairy to assist him in his cultivation.

"How about I teach you some arithmetic? An excellent maid needs to master a skill to avoid being replaced." Charlotte grabbed her wandering hand, adopting a serious tone.

"Arithmetic?"

"Yes, please listen to the question: There are chickens and rabbits locked in a cage, a total of 10 heads and 34 feet. How many chickens are there? How many rabbits are there?"

Agatha: ...

That night, the young fox girl Agatha deeply experienced the charm of mathematics.

...

"What did you say? Wolverine is dead?" Carol stared with disbelief at the Black Magic Guard in front of him.

"Captain... Captain is dead. The doctor killed him with magic. It was a fourth-level Fireball spell. He was a fourth-level mage!" The Black Magic Guard's voice trembled.

"It's impossible! Impossible!" Carol slammed his fist on the tea table, shattering it instantly. "That guy had his magic source destroyed. How could he still be a mage?"

Carol couldn't believe it. His most loyal and strongest subordinate was killed by Charlotte.

He still had one unspoken thought.

Even if Charlotte was a fourth-level mage, she couldn't possibly be a match for Wolverine.

At the same level, Wolverine was virtually unbeatable.

But he was dead.

"What about that guy? Is he dead?" Carol asked coldly.

"The Fox Guards arrived quickly. I didn't have time to confirm, but judging from the commotion at the scene, he might be dead..."

Smack!

"Useless!" Carol slapped the Black Magic Guard, sending him flying. His face turned grim, and he said with clenched teeth, "Investigate! Find out if that guy is dead or not! We must see his body, dead or alive!"

"Yes, yes..." The Black Magic Guard held his swollen face and quickly left.

"Damn you, Charlotte! I will tear you into a thousand pieces!" Carol clenched his fist, grinding his teeth and muttering to himself.

...

Charlotte woke up early and glanced at the young fox girl sleeping by the table. He quietly left the room.

"Is Agatha too weak to get out of bed?" Diana, who was having breakfast, glanced at Charlotte and teased, "If you plan to go back to the clinic today, I'll have Buddy accompany you."

"Thank you for your concern." Charlotte finished the milk and cheese bread without ceremony, got up from the table, and smiled. "She must be tired from last night, so let her sleep a little longer."

"Wolverine is dead, and Carol is furious. He's looking for you everywhere." Diana put down her cutlery, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said, "If you plan to go back to the clinic today, I'll have Buddy accompany you."

"Thank you for your concern." Charlotte finished the milk and cheese bread in a few bites, stood up, and left.

Agatha rubbed her drowsy eyes as she came out of the guest room. When she saw Diana, she quickly tried to appear more alert and greeted her.

"It looks like you had quite a night of fun, huh?" Diana asked with a teasing smile.

"The doctor made me do arithmetic all night, and I was so exhausted that I ended up falling asleep on the table..." Agatha looked aggrieved.

"Miss, are all those stories in comics just lies? I followed them exactly, but he seemed completely uninterested..."

"Arithmetic all night?" Diana was taken aback, but couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"This person is quite interesting."

...

As Charlotte stepped out, he immediately saw Vivian holding Anna in her arms, eagerly approaching him. She whispered, "Boss, the landlady's breakfast is delicious, and the bed is so comfortable."

Is the breakfast really that good? I didn't think so.

Charlotte ruffled Anna's head and said, "The clinic will be closed for a few days. The collapsed building needs to be rebuilt. For safety reasons, we'll stay here for a few days. I'll go back to get some things later. You stay here on the estate and don't wander around."

"Okay, okay." Vivian nodded repeatedly and followed the maid back to her quarters.

"The carriage is ready, and I'll accompany you." Buddy stepped forward and said.

"Thank you." Charlotte nodded and left with Buddy.

It was still early, and no patients were queuing up in front of the clinic yet.

However, last night's commotion had attracted many curious neighbors, and they couldn't help but discuss the dilapidated state of the bedroom on the second floor.

"What trouble did Doctor Charlotte get himself into? Why does he keep getting involved in one incident after another?"

"Is this the doctor's bedroom? There was quite a commotion last night. It even woke me up from my sweet dreams. Judging by the state of things, it doesn't look promising."

"I heard that Carol from the Jadeson family was the one who attacked him. If you cross paths with that guy, there's no escape from the abyss."

"Wasn't it said that Charlotte was buttering up Miss Diana? Can Miss Diana protect him from someone Carol wants dead?"

At that moment, a black carriage stopped in front of the clinic.

The door opened, and Charlotte was supported by Buddy as he got out of the carriage and entered the clinic.

"It's Doctor Charlotte! He's alive and well!"

"I told you Miss Diana would protect him. He couldn't possibly die."

"Looks like he's injured, and not lightly either."

The people in front of the clinic fell silent for a moment. As the door closed, the buzz of conversation resumed.

On the second floor of the adjacent bookstore, a young girl was peeking down from the window gap, a look of delight on her face.

Charlotte paid no attention to the thoughts of the neighbors. As soon as he entered the clinic, he headed straight to the second-floor laboratory.

The little white mice locked in their cages had already entered a state of frenzied drug withdrawal.

Some were banging their heads against the bars, causing blood to flow. Some had bitten their tails bare, while one had managed to chew through the thick wooden board, sticking its head out.

Restlessness and pain were visible in these little mice.

It resembled the symptoms of drug withdrawal in humans.

This state was the optimal time for drug testing.

Charlotte took the pre-prepared potions and administered them to the agitated mice one by one, then labeled each cage according to the different potions.

Once all ten mice had been dosed, Charlotte fetched a small stool, grabbed a notebook, and began recording the detailed behaviors of each mouse after administration.

This was a crucial part of the experiment.