Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

With Vivian's addition, the efficiency of the clinic noticeably improved.

Just as Charlotte had anticipated, despite her big appetite, she learned quickly.

During this period of observation, she had already mastered the skill of wound cleaning and dressing. Bold yet meticulous, with delicate operations, her basic medical knowledge was indeed good, having graduated from the medical academy.

However, the number of patients coming to the clinic today was significantly higher than before.

It wasn't because the clinic had gained more popularity but rather due to the backlog of patients from the past two days.

They remained busy until noon, and only then did the long queue outside the door disappear.

Charlotte and Vivian both slumped into their chairs, taking a long sigh of relief as they exchanged glances.

"Although tiring, it feels incredibly fulfilling," Vivian grinned, her small face filled with pride. "I attended to eight patients today."

"You did well," Charlotte nodded slightly. "Next, you can learn to suture. Once you master that skill, you can handle these types of patients with external injuries."

"Suturing? Can you teach me so soon?" Vivian's eyes brightened with anticipation as she looked at Charlotte.

"Don't worry, I won't keep any secrets from teaching you. But I wonder if you mages will look down on it," Charlotte chuckled.

If it weren't for the need to conceal their identities and the inability to use magic, there would be no need for Vivian to learn to suture when she could easily accomplish things with healing magic.

"How could that be? I think your surgical skills are amazing. You dare to open up a person's body, find the lesion, and apply the appropriate treatment. It's even more impressive than magic," Vivian vigorously shook her head, her eyes filled with admiration.

"Moreover, suturing is a fundamental skill. I saw you suturing Miss Ruth's damaged intestines. Such an important skill must be mastered."

In her eyes, the boss was simply too incredible.

As for the Physicians Association's rhetoric about heresy, she had completely cast it aside.

After spending this time with Charlotte and observing him, she was 100% certain that his methods of treating and saving lives were completely appropriate.

Although he didn't use magic, there was no sign of any activity related to devils.

The problem lay with the Physicians Association, which had deprived such a kind physician of his magical source.

Did those esteemed physicians living in grand halls ever spare a glance for the struggling commoners?

The medical expenses, which easily reached thousands of copper coins, were beyond the reach of ordinary people.

From the moment of its establishment, the Physicians Association had served the privileged and the upper class, and they took pride in it.

She no longer wished to become an esteemed genius physician who was praised by others.

She wanted to become a physician who treated and saved people, bringing health and second chances at life to more individuals.

Just like the boss.

Even though he was a bit stingy, it couldn't hide the brilliance and greatness of his humanity.

"Okay, after we return today, go to the kitchen and get two pieces of meat. If there are pig intestines and stomach, even better. I'll teach you suturing," Charlotte was very satisfied with her enthusiasm. It was more efficient than forcing her to learn.

They waited for a while, but no patients came.

Their stomachs started to growl. Charlotte was about to close the clinic and call it a day when a woman in a blue dress suddenly appeared at the door.

Charlotte felt like she floated over because he didn't hear any footsteps, and her speed was somewhat astonishing.

The woman had a tall figure, and her blue dress was long enough to cover her shoes, fitting her tightly as if it were a size smaller. It accentuated her curvaceous body in an overly sensual way. Her plump buttocks were paired with fiery red, wavy hair.

Judging by her figure alone, she was a top-tier female warrior.

However, the woman's face was covered by a thin veil, hiding half of it, only revealing a pair of alluring and affectionate phoenix eyes and delicate willow leaf-like eyebrows. She seemed as though she could speak just with her gaze.

Just one glance and you would conclude that she was an incredibly beautiful woman.

"Doctor, am I beautiful?" The woman opened her mouth, posing a soul-searching question.

"Beautiful," Charlotte instinctively nodded.

"This lady's figure is so good, and... she's so tall... I envy her!" Vivian, hiding behind, also stole a peek.

"What about now?" The woman suddenly pulled down her veil.

Underneath the veil was half a face that split open to her ears, painted with bright red lipstick. When she smiled, it revealed a mouthful of snow-white and menacing teeth.

"The Slit-Mouthed Woman!" Charlotte remembered. Wasn't this the same woman who still owed him 150 copper coins?

Honestly, if it weren't for her overly eerie mouth, she was quite attractive.

Of course, for certain deviants, that small mouth was also quite attractive.

With a sinister smile and a somewhat deranged state, she exuded a powerful oppressive aura, causing Charlotte to instinctively take half a step back.

"What a terrifying mouth!" Vivian covered her mouth in shock. It was her first time seeing someone like this.

[Louisa, the Slit-Mouthed Woman, Strength: Level 4, Specialization: Extraordinarily long tongue, abnormally large mouth. Special attribute: Quick-tempered and irritable personality, enjoys cutting open other people's mouths.]

A line of notes appeared in Charlotte's line of sight.

"And now?" The Slit-Mouthed Woman took a step forward, pressing closer. "Am I beautiful?"

Charlotte glanced at the hand she hid behind her, seemingly gripping a rusty pair of scissors, with a magic sigil already clutched in it.

Level 4, without the Judgment Sword by his side, he didn't have full confidence.

He recalled some urban legends about the Slit-Mouthed Woman. At this moment... If he said she was beautiful, would she cut his mouth like hers? Making him equally beautiful?

If he said she wasn't beautiful, wouldn't the scissors stab into his chest?

This woman didn't look like a good person at all!

Suddenly, Charlotte noticed that her right cheek seemed abnormally swollen, completely mismatched with the left half of her face.

"Are you here for a medical examination or to repay your debt?" Charlotte changed the topic directly.

"A medical examination?" The Slit-Mouthed Woman halted her steps as if suddenly remembering the purpose of her visit. Her expression immediately drooped, wearing a mask of pain as she covered her right cheek.

"There seems to be something wrong with my head. It hurts so much as if something wants to burst out. The doctors in the clinic said there was no hope for me, that I am forsaken by the gods. Doctor, please take a look."

"Forsaken by the gods again?" Charlotte was somewhat surprised, but seeing the Slit-Mouthed Woman holding her face in pain, a genuine look of anguish that didn't seem fake, he nodded.

"Come in first."

"Which clinic diagnosed you as forsaken by the gods?" Vivian curiously asked.

"It's that heartless Jason Clinic. I just bit off one of their doctors' hands, and they wanted me to compensate them with 10,000 copper coins," the Slit-Mouthed Woman complained indignantly.

"And then?"

"And then, I bit off his other hand, and they didn't ask me for compensation anymore. They even recommended me to come here, to see Doctor Charlotte," the Slit-Mouthed Woman looked at Charlotte, full of anticipation.

"Doctor, I remember you. You treated my arm before, so you must be able to cure my head, right? If you can't, I'll bite off your head."

As she spoke, she gestured with her mouth.

That big mouth that split to her ears opened, like the lid of an open trash can, capable of fitting an adult's head inside. Her menacing teeth gleamed, and a flexible tongue writhed like a snake.

Thank your ancestors! Charlotte cordially greeted that colleague in his heart and also understood why the original owner of the body had let her owe 150 copper coins and firmly refused her condition of spending the night together.

With that big mouth, deep throat, and flexible tongue, wouldn't he be completely drained?

"Do you have the money with you? If I remember correctly, I provided you with an arm reattachment and you still owe me 150 copper coins," Charlotte said calmly.

"Money? I don't have any money," the Slit-Mouthed Woman suddenly leaned closer, whispering in Charlotte's ear, "But I can smack you! Consider it as payment."

As she spoke, she extended her moist tongue and licked Charlotte's earlobe.

The soft, sticky, warm sensation made Charlotte shiver.

Ah... I feel dirty!

The Slit-Mouthed Woman got close, but her voice was not soft.

Vivian stared at this scene, her eyes widening involuntarily.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman glanced at Vivian, her smile becoming even more radiant. "Of course, I don't mind a threesome either."

"I... I'm just an assistant," Vivian's face turned red, quickly clarifying, "Just a little helper, assisting with tasks when needed."

"Assistant, isn't that someone who assists when there's something to do and has nothing to do when there's nothing? I understand," the Slit-Mouthed Woman nodded with understanding.

"You understand shit! Lunatic!" Charlotte was speechless. This woman didn't play by the rules, making it difficult to deal with.

Shaking his head, he said, "My clinic doesn't accept payment in flesh."

"So, you don't want to examine me, right?" The Slit-Mouthed Woman's voice suddenly turned cold, and a murderous aura emanated from her.

The oppressive aura brought by a Level 4 powerhouse was suffocating like a tangible blade pressed against Charlotte's chest.

He suddenly realized something. Could this Slit-Mouthed Woman, declared forsaken by the Jason Clinic, have been deliberately brought here?

They couldn't turn against the Harriman family for now, so did they want to use her to kill him?

Charlotte remained calm as he said, "If you kill me, do you think you'll find a second person in the Abyss who can cure you? Being forsaken by the gods, do you understand what that means?"

The Slit-Mouthed Woman looked at Charlotte, and the majority of her murderous aura suddenly dissipated.

Being forsaken by the gods meant there was no cure, and that was why she flew into a rage at the Jason Clinic.

They couldn't treat her and still demanded payment. As someone who was going to die, what else did she have to lose?

"Are you sure you can cure me?" The Slit-Mouthed Woman looked at Charlotte skeptically.

"I'm not sure. Right now, I don't even know the specifics of your condition. How can I guarantee a cure?" Charlotte shook his head. "Sit down and tell me the details of your symptoms."

The Slit-Mouthed Woman skeptically sat down by the stone bed and pointed at her head.

"I feel like there's something inside as if my head is about to burst open. The pain doesn't lessen whether I'm awake or asleep."