Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

The money obtained from selling the collateral was added to his wealth points, but the 4,000 deposit given by Diana did not increase his wealth points. This was not difficult to guess; most likely, the system considered the transaction incomplete.

"I'm only 452 copper coins short, I'll have to wait another day," Charlotte sighed lightly, still looking forward to the opening of the system shop. Perhaps with virtual wealth points, he could exchange them for good things produced by the system.

For now, he could only go to the alchemy room and continue researching the formula for the hydrating essence.

...

In the dark alley of the 7th lane of Baka Street, three curled-up orcs were lying on the ground. Two of them were already lifeless, while one clutched his chest and moaned softly.

Standing beside them was a burly man, carrying a bulging cloth bag on his back and holding a silver heavy sword in his hand. He wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and sneered, his foot stepping on the neck of the orc who was still convulsing.

"Don't even bother asking who Lord Andre is! You dare to rob me! You're asking for death!" The orc made painful breathing sounds from his throat, his blood-soaked hand trying to break the man's leg.

Andre remained unmoved, and the orc's struggle only seemed to excite him. He increased the force on his foot, and with a ferocious expression, he said, "Insects like you should be crushed."

Pfft!

A sharp sword pierced through his back, directly piercing his chest.

Andre widened his eyes in disbelief and looked down, seeing the bloodied tip of the sword quickly retracting before swiftly stabbing him three more times.

Instinctively, Andre swung his sword backward, but the shadow behind him dodged it easily and snatched away the bundle behind him.

Unable to hold on any longer, Andre fell to the ground and saw a figure swiftly escaping, disappearing into the mist in an instant.

"Damn, it..." Blood gushed out of Andre's mouth. Trembling, he reached into his pocket and took out a bottle of intermediate hemostatic potion, drinking it down. However, the wound, which had been penetrated, continued to bleed profusely, and he couldn't stop the blood flow at all.

As his life force rapidly drained away, his body grew colder, and the fear of death enveloped him.

The orc he had stepped on suddenly grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming in the darkness as he exhaled heavily, finally succumbing to death.

"I need to find a clinic..." Andre's will to survive urged him to crawl out of the alley and head towards the main street.

He had been careless just now.

Otherwise, with his strength as a Fourth-Rank Advanced Knight, he wouldn't have been stabbed so badly.

Losing the bundle was even more heart-wrenching. It contained the valuable items Carol had given him: twenty gold coins and a bag of high-quality magic potions.

He had come to the Abyss on the orders of Viscount Kappas, but he had gained quite a lot in return. After wandering around before leaving, wanting to enjoy himself on the legendary Aman Street, he didn't expect to run into trouble in the gutter.

Aside from losing his money, he had now been stabbed four times, and his life was at stake.

The hemostatic potion had some effect, and with his strong physique and will to survive, Andre finally managed to crawl out of the alley. But as blood rapidly flowed out, his consciousness started to blur.

Looking up, there was no one on the street.

However, in the Abyss, no one would consider it a good thing to be seriously injured.

Andre focused his gaze and his eyes lit up. Ten meters away, the sign of a clinic was faintly visible.

Driven by a strong desire to survive, Andre forced himself to keep going, crawling toward the direction of the clinic.

The sign of the clinic was like a candle in the night.

Thud... Thud, thud...

Charlotte and Vivian were busy in the alchemy room when the sound of knocking suddenly came, causing both of them to stop what they were doing.

"I'll go check," Charlotte untied his apron and picked up the Judgment Sword from the counter, cautiously walking towards the door.

Opening the door in the middle of the night was dangerous. The newly acquired iron rod didn't seem so reliable, at least not in the Abyss.

With a weapon in hand, Charlotte felt a bit more secure internally.

Arriving at the door, Charlotte looked outside through the crack.

Outside the door... there was no one.

"Hmm?"

Charlotte furrowed his brows. He heard the knocking.

This made him feel slightly nervous.

Knock, knock...

The knocking sound came again, accompanied by a weak cry for help: "Help... save me..."

This time, Charlotte understood. The voice came from below.

His gaze shifted downward, and there was a black figure lying in front of the door, accompanied by the smell of blood.

It seemed like a seriously injured person.

"Who are you?" Charlotte cautiously asked.

Never underestimate the acting skills of the Abyss residents. Excessive kindness can easily cost one's life.

Vivian also arrived at the door and looked at Charlotte.

Charlotte gestured to her to be quiet.

"I... I'm seriously injured. Save me... I will be deeply grateful..." The voice outside grew weaker.

"Listen to his breathing. He is seriously injured," Vivian said.

Charlotte nodded, indicating for Vivian to step back. He raised the iron rod on the door and held the back of the Judgment Sword behind him, slowly opening the door.

The light from the clinic fell onto the doorstep, revealing a burly figure lying there, with a pool of blood and a strong smell of blood.

Charlotte's gaze briefly paused on the man's black leather armor and his calloused hands. He was a human, and likely a knight, not an Abyss native but someone from the outside.

A local knight with some strength would not be stabbed in such a miserable state in the middle of the night.

Most likely, he was an outsider who didn't understand the passionate customs of the Abyss and was wandering the streets late at night.

When walking in the Abyss, one must go out at noon.

Because something would happen in the morning and evening.

"Help... save me..." Andre struggled to lift his head and looked at Charlotte, pleading softly.

"Bring him inside first." Charlotte approached and, with Vivian's help, struggled to carry the nearly two-hundred-pound man into the clinic and onto the examination bed.

"His injuries are severe..." Vivian looked at the man whose breath was weak and turned to Charlotte with an inquiring look.

If they used healing magic at this moment, there was a high probability that they could save him.

Charlotte saw through her thoughts at a glance and shook his head slightly. "Close the door, give him three bottles of hemostatic potion to drink, and I'll examine his injuries first."

An unidentified knight appearing in the Abyss at this time, who could guarantee that he wasn't here to capture Vivian?

If she exposed her healing magic now, she might heal the man and then he would turn around and capture her.

Charlotte used a small knife to cut open Andre's leather armor and clothing. There were four wounds on his chest, pierced from the back.

Judging by the location, they should have avoided his heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long and crawl here seeking medical help.

Blood was still flowing out, but based on the bleeding from the wounds, it seemed that he had already taken hemostatic potions himself.

The strong physique of a knight allowed him to have a stronger vitality, which was the main reason he could hold on until now.

"First stop the bleeding, clean the wounds, and then suture them up." Charlotte calmly said, taking a bottle of hemostatic potion from Vivian and pouring it directly onto Andre's wounds.

The painful stimulation made Andre regain consciousness. He muttered something in his mouth and then howled in pain, gritting his teeth. "What... what are you doing? Where's the healing magic? Where's the magic?"

"Sorry, I don't know magic. I can only use magical potions to treat your wounds and perform surgery to suture them and stop the bleeding." Charlotte gestured to the bottle of potion in his hand and said calmly.

"Surgery?" Andre frowned, feeling like he had entered a fake clinic, but the intense feeling of weakness in his body left him with no choice but to nod. "As long as you can save me, I will reward you generously. But if you can't heal me, you're finished..."