Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 135?Tell Me, How Many Things Are You Still Hiding From Me?

Chapter 135?Tell Me, How Many Things Are You Still Hiding From Me?

"Doctor Charlotte! Get inside!"

At that moment, a door on the side of the street suddenly swung open, and a middle-aged man who looked like the shopkeeper stood in the doorway, shouting at Charlotte.

The bank!

Charlotte's eyes lit up.

There was also a fourth-level magic protection barrier here.

As long as he hid inside, it meant safety.

But before he could turn around, two fireballs blasted in front of the bank's door, causing a burst of flames that instantly blocked the entrance.

The bank's magic protection barrier trembled in chaos, startling the shopkeeper and the assistants, who hurriedly retreated.

Charlotte had no choice but to continue charging forward, catching a glimpse of a leaping hellhound from behind. He stomped heavily on the ground and dashed towards the left.

Seemingly anticipating Charlotte's evasive maneuver, another hellhound had already pounced towards its left, raising its claws high, ready to tear him apart in one swipe.

Another hellhound flanked from the side, its gaping mouth prepared to feast.

"Oh no!" exclaimed the people inside the bank.

In the medical hall, Menier struggled to get up, leaning against the door and watching the scene, his eyes filled with rage.

However, with a sharp swipe of its claws, the figure was torn apart and dissipated into nothingness.

It turned out to be an illusion.

Meanwhile, Charlotte appeared in front of the hellhound at the bank's door.

"Ice Seal!"

Charlotte flicked his hand and a seal of ice magic flew out.

Caught off guard, the hellhound was instantly frozen.

Taking advantage of the momentum, Charlotte's Judgment Sword pierced through the hellhound's left head, which was gathering fire breath.

The sharp blade of the Judgment Sword went through its head like a hot knife through butter, piercing out from the back of its skull.

Then, with his left hand, Charlotte smashed the ice block in front of its head, along with breaking one of its front teeth. As soon as he released it, a fourth-level Fireball spell erupted instantly.

Boom!

A loud explosion rang out.

The right head of the hellhound was instantly blown apart, leaving only a half-charred corpse.

"Such amazing agility!"

"Doctor Charlotte managed to successfully kill a magical creature!"

"This... this is too incredible!"

The shopkeeper and the assistants in the bank watched this scene up close, their mouths agape in astonishment.

"So that's how Fireball spells are used." Menier was completely stunned.

The rumors about Doctor Charlotte using Fireball spells to kill the werewolf were true. He just demonstrated it again, showing how he stuffed the magic spell into the hellhound's mouth and then blew off its grotesque head.

However, due to the close-range explosion of the fourth-level Fireball, Charlotte was also blown away and crashed into the stone wall across the street.

Cough...

Charlotte coughed up blood and looked at the wide-open bank door about ten meters away, with a bitter smile on his face.

There was a slight deviation in the angle calculation. The original plan was to fly into the bank with the shockwave from the explosion, but he got sent flying and crashed into the wall.

He felt that several ribs were probably broken, unsure if his internal organs were injured, and although the burns weren't severe, he had lost all combat ability and even had difficulty moving.

He looked at the two hellhounds rushing towards him in the distance, his smile becoming more bitter.

The last Thunderstorm spell was already held in the palm of his hand.

It seemed that he couldn't hide this precious spell any longer if he wanted to save his life.

He had temporarily restrained the movement of one hellhound with Ice Seal, so he had a chance to enter the bank.

But looking at the ugly appearance of the hellhound, he impulsively stabbed it with his sword, then decisively cast another Fireball spell.

Perhaps it was because of the fox guard that had been eaten while protecting Baka Street earlier.

There was a fire burning in his heart that needed to be released; otherwise, he would feel extremely uncomfortable.

With a cold gaze, Charlotte looked at the two hellhounds charging towards him, the ground cracking beneath their feet, flames gathering in their mouths, and their crimson eyes filled with madness, as if they wanted to tear him apart and devour him.

"I did it for the sake of protecting Baka Street's property. I must make the landlady compensate me afterward. It hurts so much." Charlotte raised his hand with a pained expression, the Thunderstorm spell in his palm shimmering with lightning.

"You filthy dogs! How dare you run wild on my Baka Street!"

Just then, an enraged female voice echoed from the distance.

To Charlotte's ears, it sounded as melodious as heavenly music.

On the long street, a galloping horse approached, with Diana riding on its back.

Her clothes fluttered, and she flew up from the horse's back like a celestial being.

Five white fox tails unfolded behind her, transforming into five white spears that crisscrossed and pierced the two hellhounds lunging toward Charlotte.

Squelch!

Blood splattered on Charlotte's face.

He looked extremely disheveled, having fought with all his might and barely managed to kill the hellhounds, consuming two magic runes in the process.

The hellhounds, pierced by the fox tails, fell to the ground with a thud, twitching twice before becoming motionless.

Charlotte slowly sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall. She felt completely drained as if all her strength had been sucked out of her. She took deep breaths, trying to catch her breath.

In an instant, Diana appeared in front of her, bending down to look at her with concern in her eyes.

She asked, "Are you hurt?"

"I killed that guy and broke a few bones, but it's not too serious," Charlotte said, unable to hold back a cough. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

Diana glanced at the charred remains of the half-burnt mantis by the entrance of the money house, a mixture of surprise and curiosity in her expression.

"How much do you enjoy playing with Palm Thunder? And when did you become a knight?"

Similar to Wolverine, this mantis was also killed by the fireballs stuffed into its mouth.

It takes boldness, attentiveness, exceptional reflexes, and speed to avoid blowing oneself up in close-range explosions.

Charlotte had survived twice, so she didn't believe she was just a washed-up mage.

"If I could defeat it, I wouldn't have bothered with Palm Thunder," Charlotte muttered under her breath.

"I just exercise regularly, and as for being a knight, do you think someone my age can switch professions?"

"Miss Diana is here!"

"We're safe now!"

"Thank goodness!"

The bank manager and his assistants were the first to snap out of it.

They looked at the dead mantis and Diana, who was talking quietly with Charlotte and couldn't help but cheer.

The previously tense and silent Baka Street suddenly came alive.

Limping, Menier walked over, his eyes red as he reported to Diana, "Miss, Ian... He's dead."

Diana looked at Menier, his face covered in blood and injuries, nodded, and said, "You all did well. I'll make sure Ian's compensation is given to his daughter, ensuring that she'll never be mistreated again. You can go back now and rest for a few days before returning to duty."

"Thank you," Menier respectfully nodded and then bowed deeply to Charlotte, grateful.

"Doctor Charlotte, thank you for saving me, putting yourself in danger, and getting seriously injured."

Charlotte looked at Menier, the young fire mage, with a serious expression.

"Study magic properly. Don't learn from me and play with Palm Thunder. That playstyle doesn't suit a mage. Only a pauper with just one magic spell in hand would use such a desperate tactic.

If you can make your enemies fear your firepower, then you'll be a competent magic spellcaster."

Menier stood in place for a long time, his eyes gradually brightening as if he had realized something. He bowed deeply to Charlotte again and said gratefully, "Doctor, I understand."

After saying that, he boarded the carriage with the support of two Fox Guards.

Charlotte: ??

What did you realize?

He looked at the slowly departing carriage, not knowing what this young man had realized.

"Come back to the manor with me. I'll have someone treat you first," Diana beckoned, calling over a carriage and having the Fox Guards lift Charlotte onto it.

Charlotte didn't refuse this arrangement. His current condition couldn't be healed with just a couple of bottles of hemostatic potions.

Instead of wasting magic potions at the clinic, it was better to lie down and wait for Diana to find a healing magic mage to perform a healing spell.

He didn't want to be bedridden for three months due to bone and muscle injuries.

Besides, Vivian was also at the Harriman Manor. Even if he wanted her to heal him, he had to go to the manor.

Charlotte lay comfortably in the carriage, and after a while, Diana also got in. She closed the door with a wave of her hand and set up a soundproof barrier.

"This... isn't it a bit inappropriate?"

Charlotte looked at the landlady slowly approaching, dressed in a purple soft armor, unable to hide her graceful figure.

Diana sat down opposite him, leisurely scrutinizing him from top to bottom as if she wanted to see through him completely.

"I know, I look exceptionally handsome today," Charlotte felt a bit uncomfortable being stared at. "But you don't have to keep looking at me like that, do you?"

"Tell me, what else are you hiding from me?" Diana held a black magic wand in her hand.

"Well, I'm still a virgin," Charlotte said seriously.

"They say you single-handedly delayed three mantises and killed one of them. You moved with incredible agility and used afterimages to deceive your opponents..."

Diana lightly lifted Charlotte's shirt with the magic wand in her hand, revealing his well-defined eight-pack abs.

"So, you were stripped of your magic source and became a knight?"