Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 116: They All Have a Bright Future

Chapter 116: They All Have a Bright Future

Grover's pestimony gave the Magic Repulsion Potion a reliable reputation.

People marveled at the efficiency and magical effects of the Magic Repulsion Potion.

The remaining nine bottles of the Magic Repulsion Potion were instantly sold out for 100 gold coins each.

Those who couldn't get the potion couldn't help but regret not being more active during the auction and missing out on this batch of Magic Repulsion Potion.

"President Harold, when will the next batch of Magic Repulsion Potion be available? Can I reserve one in advance?"

"President, I want two bottles. I have two useless juniors at home who have fallen victim to magic addiction, and it's impossible to bring them back. Now, with this potion, they can be treated."

"President, count me in for a reservation too!"

The guests who missed out on the potion surrounded Harold and clamored to reserve their share.

Harold smiled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. I'll have my staff record your orders, and when the new batch of Magic Repulsion Potion arrives, you will be given priority."

"Truly a person doing big business," Diana said as she looked at Harold surrounded by the crowd.

"Not everyone can do this kind of business," Roland also remarked.

Just from today's ball, Harold could receive orders for no less than a hundred potions, which, at 100 gold coins each, amounted to 10,000 gold coins.

How much money could she make in a year in Baka Street?

It couldn't compare to a hundred potions that were casually sold.

She suddenly felt that Charlotte might not be as poor as she imagined; he might even be wealthier than her.

When she got back, she should consider raising his rent.

With all the Magic Repulsion Potions sold out, the auction came to an end.

Although only ten bottles were sold, the fame of the Magic Repulsion Potion would undoubtedly spread to the major cities of the Isor continent from tonight onwards.

Those troubled by magic addiction would be moved to come and buy the potion with their pockets full of wealth.

Roland and Diana were well aware that the Abyss, bordering on Calva, would soon receive the news.

The Jardson family, which had made its fortune with magic potions, would undoubtedly be in a panic. As for whether the Black Magic Guards controlled by the Jardson family would become disloyal, it all depended on how their plans unfolded.

With the high price of 100 gold coins and the scarce supply, it would become a barrier for the Black Magic Guards to purchase the Magic Repulsion Potion on their own.

The time before the price reduction of the Magic Repulsion Potion would be the best opportunity for them to win over the Black Magic Guards.

"Is this all part of his plan? No wonder he was recognized as a genius of the Calva Medical Academy after me. He's in complete control of everything." Roland pondered and raised his evaluation of Charlotte.

Charlotte did an excellent job in creating a sensation, quickly spreading the fame of the Magic Repulsion Potion, and giving it a high value.

Early tomorrow morning, he would return to the Abyss and promote the relevant information as quickly as possible.

Then he would contact Gabriel to discuss future cooperation.

However, Charlotte had to be responsible for fulfilling the promise of providing Gabriel with the Magic Repulsion Potion.

If he had to go to Harold to buy it, not only would a bottle cost 100 gold coins, but it might not even be available.

Diana and Roland nodded slightly in agreement and left the banquet hall.

If it weren't for being unable to leave the city at night, she would have to drag Charlotte out of bed and interrogate him about all his secrets.

To see just how many secrets he was still hiding.

...

While earnestly refining the anesthetic potion, Charlotte sneezed and rubbed his nose in puzzlement. He wasn't catching a cold, so could someone be talking ill of him behind his back?

In three hours, he had refined a total of twelve furnaces of anesthetic potion, with three of them being successful. The success rate was quite impressive.

He had successfully refined a total of eighteen bottles of anesthetic potion, adding two more from yesterday's batch to fulfill the order for Harry.

If it weren't for running out of a few materials, he would have continued refining more.

After continuous adjustments, he gained considerable expertise in controlling the heat. With continued practice, the success rate would undoubtedly improve.

On the other side, Vivian was diligently sewing pig intestines. The pig intestines had been sewn inside out multiple times, with knife marks all over the place.

To be fair, after practicing all night, Vivian could now make a straight incision on the pig intestines and then sew them back together.

Her skills might not be comparable to Charlotte's, but at least she didn't need to re-thread the needle anymore.

Due to her dedication and diligence, her progress was visible to the naked eye.

Charlotte was refining anesthetic potions nearby, and Vivian didn't even glance at him throughout the process, completely immersed in her sewing skills.

Charlotte was very satisfied with her enthusiasm.

At this pace, she would soon become a beginner veterinarian.

Yes, a veterinarian.

He wouldn't dare say that his meager skills were enough to train a qualified doctor.

So far, he could only be considered a quack doctor.

But what was wrong with being a veterinarian?

Treating Centaurs, Catgirls, and Foxgirls, wasn't that being a professional in the right field?

Seeing that Vivian wasn't tired of sewing yet, Charlotte didn't rush her to rest. He cleaned the pot and began refining hemostatic potions.

Hemostatic potions were basic potions that were used in the clinic daily, and today, Harry had promised to make a bulk purchase.

Following the principle of not wasting experience, Charlotte began to refine hemostatic potions to improve his proficiency.

Today, Harry boasted that the hemostatic potions in his shop were intermediate, but in reality, their effects were not much different from the ones Charlotte refined.

Now, Charlotte was curious whether refining hemostatic potions to an intermediate level would further enhance their efficacy.

Regarding the level of potions, this was a new knowledge point.

Charlotte had specially looked up books for information and found that it ultimately boiled down to the efficiency of materials utilization.

When refining a pot of potion, many materials needed to be added to the pot and catalyzed through flame heating to obtain the required potion. Residues of herbs would remain at the bottom of the pot.

The same materials, when refined by different-level potion masters, could produce vastly different effects due to differences in material utilization.

The higher the utilization rate, the better the effect of the refined potion.

As Charlotte understood it, as he continuously refined the same type of potion, his mastery and understanding of the refining process would become more proficient, gradually increasing the material utilization rate, improving the efficacy of that potion, and ultimately raising the potion to a new level.

So, even for such a simple basic potion as the hemostatic potion, Charlotte approached each pot with extraordinary seriousness and rigor to ensure that he was improving his skills and not wasting time.

The four beast oil lamps in the laboratory burned brightly. One person was earnestly refining medicine, and the other was diligently practicing sewing.

They both had a bright future ahead.

"I can't find any more places to cut, boss. I'm really tired, and I want to go back to sleep."

In the end, Vivian couldn't hold on any longer. She put down the last piece of pig intestine, which was almost filled with stitches, and yawned.

"Pack up and go back. After I finish this pot, I'll also go back," Charlotte replied without even looking back.

Vivian wearily tidied up her workstation and carried a bucket of meat as she left.

After finishing another pot of hemostatic potion, Charlotte also left the laboratory.

As soon as he sat on the bed, the Black Stone trembled slightly.