Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

As Adolf and Jacques left with Louise, the treatment room on the ninth floor of the White Tower became quiet again.

The elders all looked towards Hayward.

Adolf's previous actions had completely disregarded Hayward's face.

Taking Louise to the Abyss and seeking treatment from Charlotte was a resounding slap to Hayward and the Physician Association.

Adolf and Hayward had never gotten along well, but Adolf had not been involved in Association affairs before and they had not torn their faces.

"The events of today must not be leaked. If it does, we will find out who leaked the information, and don't blame me for being merciless," Hayward coldly said while looking at the crowd.

"Yes." The elders all nodded in agreement, their expressions becoming serious.

"You may disperse," Hayward waved his hand.

The elders then dispersed one by one.

Only Lucian and Chester, his two close associates, remained.

"President, Adolf and Jacques' actions today have seriously crossed the Association's bottom line. I suggest we convene an elder meeting to remove them from their positions," Lucian proposed.

"I agree. That old fool has completely lost his mind. He doesn't even know what that kid Charlotte has done. He dared to bring the Elven Saint to seek treatment. If Louise dies because of him, not only that kid Charlotte will pay with his life, but our Physician Association will also be shamed," Chester also voiced his support.

Hayward pondered for a moment and said, "Today, we couldn't find any means to cure Louise's illness. It seems that she is a forsaken one. Adolf sees her as the hope of the Elven race and naturally doesn't want to see her perish. However, as the Grand Elder of the Physician Association, he should have been more considerate and cautious in his actions. This kind of behavior is truly reckless."

Lucian's eyes lit up and he suggested, "President, how about I go with them to investigate the situation? I can also see how that boy Charlotte is doing now. Last time the person we sent reported that he had opened a clinic without any abnormalities, but I suspect it's not so simple."

"If he's content staying in the Abyss, then so be it. But if he wants to return to Calva or attempt to promote surgery, we'll have to find a way to get rid of this trouble," Lucian continued.

Hayward nodded slightly and agreed with Lucian's proposal.

Chester caught up with Lucian on the first floor and asked in a low voice, "Second Elder, are you going to the Abyss?"

"This is a perfect opportunity to kick Adolf out of the Elder Council. The President has been wanting to get rid of that old man for a long time. After he's gone, I'll become the Grand Elder, and you'll become the Second Elder. Moreover, Jacques contradicted the President today and ignored his warning. He will be kicked out of the Elder Council as well. We can arrange for someone of our own to take his place," Lucian whispered.

"This is killing two birds with one stone," Chester said with excitement, rubbing his hands together.

"Contact the other elders. If Louise died in Charlotte's hands, the President would definitely hold Adolf and Jacques responsible, and the Elven race won't let Charlotte off the hook either," Lucian said.

"Alright, I'll take care of it," Chester nodded, and he saw Lucian off before leaving.

...

Charlotte had been practicing swordsmanship on the rooftop for two hours until he was drenched in sweat. As the sky began to brighten, he descended the stairs and went back inside to clean up and change into clean clothes.

When he returned to his room, he was pondering what to make for breakfast when he heard an urgent knocking on the door downstairs.

The fourth-level protective shield of the clinic trembled violently as if it could break at any moment.

Charlotte was startled and quickly approached the window, leaning slightly to get a slanted view down below.

By the dim light of the oil lamp hanging at the entrance, he could see four figures standing in front of the door.

An old Elven man with white hair, a middle-aged man with a square face and steady demeanor, and a slender Elven woman holding a young Elven girl in her arms, with one hand gripping the door.

Almost simultaneously, the gazes of the three people downstairs were fixed on the window of the second floor.

Charlotte was taken aback. The strength of these three individuals was terrifying. He only took a glance, but he was already discovered.

"Charlotte, my young friend, there is a medical emergency. Please open the door and treat the patient," the elderly elf spoke, his voice steady and powerful, as if it echoed in Charlotte's ears.

They were not Abyssal people. If they were, he should have some recollection of these powerful individuals, especially since one of them was an elf.

But they addressed him by name and called him a young friend. Could it be that they were acquaintances?

Due to the absence of inherited memories, Charlotte dreaded encountering familiar faces. A slight misstep could raise suspicion.

However, since they had already spotted him and openly requested urgent medical assistance, he had no reason to hide.

After all, their strength far exceeded the limits of his magic protection barrier. He couldn't possibly refuse their existence.

"Just a moment, I'll come downstairs," Charlotte readily agreed, turning around and quickly descending the stairs.

The elf girl in his arms was probably the patient. He wondered what ailment she had that required her to be brought to him before daybreak.

Standing at the door, Charlotte's expression had returned to calm as he pulled back the latch and opened the door.

Betty, holding Louise in her arms, looked at the young and handsome Charlotte with a slight frown. A mid-level knight, and such a young one at that—would he truly be able to save the saint?

Adolf, looking at Charlotte, also expressed surprise. He had not been involved in the events three years ago, so he was not familiar with this young man named Charlotte. However, one thing was certain: his magic source had been severed before being expelled from Calva.

Currently, there was no trace of magic power emanating from him, which was astounding, yet he had become a mid-level knight.

With his loose robe, he appeared quite slender but hidden within his clothes was a strong physique.

"He..." Jacques was even more astonished and opened his mouth wide. Due to his appreciation of his talents, he visited the prison multiple times to see Charlotte. He knew very well that at that time, Charlotte had not undergone knight training. How did he become a mid-level knight in just three years?

At a glance, Charlotte spotted the elderly elf and the emblem of the Elder Council of the Physician Association on the white robe worn by the middle-aged man behind him. His heart raced for a few beats, and his gaze quickly shifted to the elf girl in Betty's arms.

The Elder Council of the Physician Association, the elderly elf—this was likely the Grand Elder, Adolf.

As for the middle-aged man with a square face and a calm demeanor behind him, he was most likely Adolf's apprentice, the Tenth Elder, Jacques.

These two big shots from the Physician Association personally brought a young elf girl early in the morning for medical help. It made him feel like he was stepping into a trap, despite being aware of it.

What's the matter?

The Grand Elder of the Physician Association, a Level 9 healing magic user, couldn't cure the patient. Instead, he sought medical help from a powerless individual like him, whose magic source had been severed.

Even he found it hard to believe there wasn't some trap or pitfall here.

But when his gaze fell on the elf girl lying on the operating table, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

The girl possessed a stunning face, a small and straight nose, a cherry-like mouth, and a pair of pointed ears hidden amidst her golden hair. Her eyes were tightly shut, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly as her brow furrowed in pain, evoking a sense of pity.

She perfectly embodied all the beautiful fantasies about elves.

Flawless beauty.

"Please come in. What's the condition of the patient?" Charlotte stepped aside, making her way towards the operating room.

Betty glanced at Adolf.

"She's experiencing severe pain in the lower left Abmen. Healing spells and detoxification spells have been ineffective. I must confess, we haven't been able to identify the cause or find a treatment. That's why we've come to seek your help, young friend," Adolf sighed, following as they entered the room.

"Lay the patient flat on the operating table," Charlotte instructed Betty and Betty complied without questioning, gently laying Louise on the table and stepping back.

"Severe pain in the lower left Abmen, ineffective healing spells..." These symptoms seemed familiar to Charlotte.

Seeing the elf girl still pressing on her lower Abmen while lying on the operating table, he had a pretty good idea. Could it be another case of acute appendicitis?