Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 150?You Call This Body Movement?

Chapter 150?You Call This Body Movement?

Medical licenses are issued by the Physicians Association.

In places where the influence of the association extends, only doctors with a medical license can open clinics or work in clinics.

Today, the Physicians Association is flourishing and its influence covers almost the entire continent of Isola.

Even Dragon Island recognizes the validity of medical licenses.

The Abyss, on the other hand, is poor and chaotic, and the Physicians Association does not bother extending its influence there.

As a result, doctors with medical licenses are extremely rare, and can only be found in a few large clinics.

Why would a high-level healing mage named Milo suddenly rent the shop across from him?

Moreover, from the scene, he left in a hurry, not even realizing that he had lost his medical license.

The only explanation Charlotte could think of for a high-level healing mage to keep an eye on him was the Physicians Association.

Because this kind of surveillance assignment was unprofessional and even foolish, only those bunch of idiots with eyes on their heads could come up with it.

In Charlotte's life, the Physicians Association was definitely like a dark big boss.

When he was young, his parents died in a beast tide due to the malicious dispatch by the Physicians Association.

And when he grew up, he was framed and had her magic source disabled by the Physicians Association, leading to her exile in the Abyss.

This was a grudge for his parents' death and resentment for sabotaging his future!

Charlotte thought he was low-key enough in the Abyss, to the extent that the Physicians Association wouldn't notice such a small fry with a disabled magic source.

However, it seemed that nothing went as he had hoped.

The appearance of this doctor named Milo shattered her relatively peaceful life.

With the fall of the Jardson family, Carol's death at Diana's hands, and Capas being trapped in trouble caused by the Light Chaser, they had no strength to deal with him.

This was the chance for him to bounce back and grow.

But now he had to face the threat from the Physicians Association.

Based on the timeline, if Milo was ordered to investigate him, he must have witnessed him performing surgeries on dozens of injured people yesterday, as well as the scenes of him using potions to save dozens of patients.

Could it be because of this that he left in haste?

Back then, he was considered blasphemous to the God of Life for performing surgery on someone abandoned by the gods and for violating the rules of the Physicians Association.

That was why his magic source was disabled and he was expelled from Calva.

If they found out that he used surgery to successfully treat more than thirty severely injured patients in one morning, they definitely wouldn't sit still, right?

In their eyes, this was an absolute heresy and a hidden danger that must be eliminated.

Once their belief system collapsed, the lofty position the Physicians Association had built over hundreds of years would also cease to exist.

For a brief moment, Charlotte even had the impulse to grab his belongings and run away immediately.

But as he looked at the cozy and comfortable rooms he had decorated, the clinic he had built according to his ideas, the small reputation he had just gained, and the increasing revenue from his business that was getting on track, he felt some reluctance.

"No! I can't just run away like this!" Charlotte told himself to calm down, closing his medical license in his hands. Abyss was currently the safest place for him.

The influence of the Physicians Association had not yet penetrated there, and with his relationship with Diana and Roland, at least he didn't have to worry about someone in Abyss plotting against him for the time being.

If he were in a city with a powerful Physicians Association, there would truly be no way to escape.

He currently had a safe window of opportunity, and during this time, he had to find a way to make the Physicians Association fear him and not dare to make a move against him.

However, this window of opportunity wouldn't last too long. With the terrifying influence of the Physicians Association, even the Duru Family and the Harriman Family wouldn't be able to protect him, let alone Diana and Roland.

If it came down to it, he would entrust Vivian and Anna to Diana and make his escape.

He was now a mid-level knight, so he still had some ability to protect himself.

At worst, he would seek refuge with merchants.

Considering their partnership in developing antidotes for potions, they shouldn't leave him out on the streets, right?

The huge gap in strength made the option of fighting desperately seem dim.

He seriously pondered many ways to save himself, and the conclusion he came to was... to find a sturdy thigh to lean on!

A thigh is so thick that even the Physicians Association could only stare dumbfounded.

After much thought, his gaze finally settled on the Red Moon Organization.

The powerful channels of the merchants had already shown him the level of strength the bigshots in the group possessed.

And the Lord of the Night, who guarded three cities alone, was his target.

The long lifespan of the Great Dragon, their formidable strength, and the powerful forces backing them on Dragon Island all indicated the thickness of that thigh.

Charlotte didn't think he deserved the support of such a bigshot and was willing to risk a confrontation with the Physicians Association to protect him.

He had to demonstrate his usefulness as quickly as possible, as well as his irreplaceability to the Red Moon Organization.

The more powerful the existence, the less they needed dependents.

If you wanted to leverage his power, you had to demonstrate your value.

For example, as a merchant, if he only developed a simple potion, how could he utilize his channels that spanned across various races?

"Red Moon." Charlotte silently repeated the name in his mind. He must start studying the organization's influence on monsters.

The antidote for potion aversion had earned him the respect of other members within the organization, but that alone was not enough.

They had accepted his entry because the Adjudicator had positioned him as someone capable of rebooting the Red Moon's influence on monsters.

If he could make achievements and discoveries in this area, the Lord of the Night would certainly protect him.

However, he was not too optimistic either. Having experienced the Night of the Red Moon himself and come face to face with the feral bloodhounds, decrypting the Red Moon's influence on monsters was not an easy task.

The Red Moon had existed for nearly a thousand years, and countless talented individuals on the Isor Continent had been helpless against it, only able to continue fortifying their walls and magical shields.

He, a mere veterinarian and a newly promoted mid-level knight, wanted to make a name for himself in this regard.

Restless in his heart, Charlotte took out the black scroll of the Judgment Sword from the space ring, took a deep breath, and slowly opened the scroll.

In the center of the scroll, a figure danced with a sword, the faster the dance, the faster it became.

A strong suction force caused Charlotte to lose consciousness instantly.

When he suddenly opened his eyes again, he found himself once again in the mysterious space.

However, this time he didn't appear on the small floating island but stood on a palm-sized flying rock. Below his feet was an endless void, and an overwhelming flurry of wind blades mixed with stones rushed towards him.

Wind blades, big and small, shot toward him in the chaotic flow, leaving dozens of wounds on his body within moments. He struggled to move his body, barely avoiding the flying boulders.

A graceful figure stood on a square stone not far away, effortlessly avoiding the wind blades and flying rocks. Even his armor remained undisturbed.

"Young man, we meet again," the Judge said, his voice as deep as ever.

"What's going on? Did the floating island sink? Or is there a lack of funding?" Charlotte twisted her waist delicately, trying to avoid some large wind blades and prevent a tragic beheading.

"In real battles, there are no perpetually smooth and comfortable arenas for you to choose from. The lair of the demons is a hundred times worse than this." The Adjudicator gripped the long sword at his waist, and a terrifying aura instantly locked onto Charlotte.

Charlotte instinctively grasped his sword, his gaze focused, staring at the Adjudicator intently.

At this moment, he noticed that the wind blades were not avoiding the Adjudicator, but rather, he was using subtle movements to evade the wind blades coming from behind him.

The movements were minuscule, but incredibly efficient, to the point where it seemed he hadn't moved at all.

This made Charlotte yearn for such exquisite control over his body, a skill that could completely toy with opponents in narrow spaces.

And then, the Judge made his move.

The stone under his feet exploded into powder, and his figure swiftly approached, crossing tens of meters in an instant.

A glint flashed, and the sword silently unsheathed.

Charlotte narrowed his eyes, swiftly turned around, and drew his sword.

"Clang!"

A crisp sound.

The Adjudicator's figure emerged.

A slight smirk appeared on Charlotte's face. Having been beheaded so many times, he could easily see that the previous attack was just a phantom.

Sizzle!

A sword thrust out from his back.

Charlotte looked down in confusion, watching the black longsword dissipating slowly in front of his chest.

Swish!

The intersecting swords pushed his sword aside, and another sword beheaded him.

As Charlotte flew high up, he saw a faint figure dissipating slowly behind him, revealing itself to be just an illusion.

But the blood-stained longsword in the hands of the Adjudicator caught his attention once again.

The tip of the sword was intact!

It was a complete judgment sword!

"What was that just now?" Charlotte touched his neck, still feeling a bit uncomfortable despite being beheaded countless times and coming back to life.

"Body technique."

"You call that a body technique?" Charlotte didn't believe it.

"A body technique that can backstab me?"

"The Three Thousand Lights, Second Stage Shadow Follows Form."

Charlotte fell silent. So it was an advanced body technique, while his mind still lingered on the afterimages caused by speed.

But... this body technique is just too unbelievable! It's like having an attack-capable shadow, an external embodiment!

Although he was tricked by a move, he gradually became excited.

He won't leave until he learns it!

"But what about your sword?" Charlotte stared at the Adjudicator's judgment sword. Earlier, he saw that it was intact, while the one in his hand was still a beheaded sword.

"This is unfair!"

"Fairness is earned by oneself." The Adjudicator stared at Charlotte sternly.

"A knight who neglects the timely repair of their sword, which should be considered a second life, how far can they go?"

Charlotte felt a tremor in his heart, sensing the anger in the judge's tone.

The judgment sword was an important legacy left to him by the Adjudicator, helping him overcome many difficulties and crises.

But he had never thought of repairing the judgment sword and had always considered it sufficient as it was.

"Sufficient is not enough." The Adjudicator looked at Charlotte and slowly pulled out the judgment sword, revealing its black blade.

"I say... could you also give me a complete judgment sword to experience?" Charlotte asked weakly.

In response, a sword full of killing intent answered him.

And his flying head answered in return.