Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 179?Anticipate the next encounter

Chapter 179?Anticipate the next encounter

Charlotte picked up Ruth, who was lying in his arms, and walked towards the second-floor bedroom. He leaned down and gently placed her on the soft bed.

As he was about to get up, Ruth grabbed his hand.

She opened her eyes, looked at him, and weakly asked, "Doctor, where are you going?"

"I... I have to go home," Charlotte said.

"But it's so dark and dangerous outside. How can I feel at ease letting you go home alone?" Ruth shook her head and suddenly exerted force with her hand.

Caught off guard, Charlotte fell directly onto the bed, almost pressing his whole body on top of her.

The soft blanket, warm body, and fragrance that entered his nostrils intoxicated him.

With blushing cheeks and an innocent yet seductive appearance, Ruth wrapped her snowy white arms around his neck and looked at him with flirtatious eyes.

"Doctor, do you like me?"

It was hard to resist such an adorable beauty.

"Why are you avoiding me then? You... take me," Ruth raised herself and took the initiative to kiss Charlotte's lips. Her nimble tongue pried open his lips and teeth, and her soft body clung to him like fire as if she wanted to merge herself into his body.

Charlotte's mind went blank, and he instinctively responded to her.

But when his hand touched her clothing, he stopped.

If he liked her, then he should help her achieve her dreams instead of selfishly taking away her most precious thing in a moment of pleasure.

The kiss lasted for a long time until Charlotte felt a hint of saltiness between their lips. When he opened his eyes, he discovered that Ruth was already in tears, looking at him with a tear-stained face.

"I know you have made your decision, and I don't want you to stop because of me," Charlotte wiped away her tears, held her in his arms, and whispered, "You want to become the best dancer. Become the top dancer in Amman Street. As long as you dare to dream, you can achieve it. Ruth, you are capable of anything."

Ruth raised her head from his embrace, looked at him earnestly, and said, "Doctor, you wait for me. I will come back to find you. By then, I will be able to protect you, so no one like Amos will dare to say such things in front of you again."

Charlotte smiled slightly and said, "I won't stay here waiting for you to turn around. Keep moving forward, young girl. Maybe one day I will walk side by side with you, standing in front of you. Of course, I can only stand behind you as well."

Ruth looked at him, lost in thought for a moment. Then, her face blushed, and she buried her head in his embrace and softly affirmed.

And so, Charlotte held Ruth in his arms and slept through the night.

When he woke up the next day, he was astonished to find that his hand had somehow ended up inside the young girl's partially undone dress.

The touch was astonishingly soft and delicate.

There was also a quaint piece of intimate clothing on the pillow beside him.

One snow-white and rounded leg rested on his body, revealing a partially exposed bosom. Her hair was disheveled and she had a lazy expression, resembling a well-behaved young girl who had just been taken advantage of.

Ah, what a memory his muscles had!

He carefully withdrew his hand from Ruth's dress, feeling the energetic body of the young girl and its delightful touch, which aroused his desire.

Fortunately, the clothes he was wearing remained intact. It seemed that she was indeed an inexperienced young girl who couldn't undress him properly.

The sleeping girl's face blushed slightly.

It seemed she was pretending to be asleep.

Charlotte pretended not to notice, but he also couldn't help but linger in the embrace of a beautiful woman in the early morning.

If Ruth left the Abyss, who knows when they would meet again?

For some reason, he suddenly felt a bit reluctant.

If he spoke up, she might stay, right?

But what would happen then?

Even he couldn't handle Amos' threats.

Why should he let her stay?

Before becoming strong enough, what's the difference between developing feelings in the Abyss and dealing with a scumbag?

He had too many things to protect, and he wasn't strong enough yet.

When he first arrived in the Abyss, he wanted to survive.

Now, in the medical clinic, Vivian and Kasha relied on him to survive. He didn't currently have the power to protect Ruth.

"Goodbye, Ruth. I look forward to our next meeting," Charlotte said, lowering his head and placing a gentle kiss on Ruth's forehead. He then moved Ruth's legs aside and slowly withdrew his arm from under her head.

Climbing out of bed, he walked towards the door but paused for a moment.

After a brief thought, he took out all the moisturizing essence from the space ring and placed it on the nearby table. He then opened the door and left.

He disliked dramatic farewells, preferring to leave behind beautiful memories and anticipate the next encounter.

As the door slowly closed, Ruth sat up and stared blankly at the eight bottles of pink elixirs on the table. She couldn't help but smile, but as she smiled, tears streamed down her face.

Daisy rubbed her sleepy eyes and watched as Charlotte walked away. She had spent the night outside the door, but nothing strange had happened.

She had been worried that the doctor would treat Miss Ruth roughly, but could it be that he couldn't perform?

...

"Bald Boss, let me tell you, our boss didn't come home last night. He went off to Amman Street to have some fun."

"I see. The doctor is young and full of energy. It's not good for his health if he doesn't release it. I understand, I understand."

"Mrs. Bella, you don't know how much our boss loves watching dances. He talks about Miss Ruth's dancing every day. He didn't return last night, maybe he slept in Miss Ruth's room."

"I enjoy watching Miss Ruth dance as well. Isn't it normal for a young man like the doctor to enjoy watching? If he slept in Miss Ruth's room, now that would be something. Look at my useless son, almost forty and he blushes when talking to girls. All he knows is gambling, and getting spun around by people every day. I wish he had the guts to go have some fun on Amman Street for a couple of days."

Upon returning to the clinic, Charlotte overheard Vivian gossiping with the neighbors, tarnishing his reputation.

Rather than being caught off guard, Vivian looked proud and even playfully winked at him.

"Doctor, did you sleep in Miss Ruth's room last night?" Mrs. Bella asked with a smiling face.

"Don't listen to those kids' talking nonsense. We are decent people. How could we sleep in a girl's room and ruin her reputation?" Charlotte quickly shook his head.

"You young people, I understand," Mrs. Bella smiled like an aunt who knew everything.

Charlotte felt helpless. It seemed that he couldn't explain it to the old lady.

"Doctor, I have some news about the matter you asked me about," the bald-headed boss greeted him.

Charlotte's eyes lit up. The bald-headed boss was indeed efficient. He followed him into the adjacent bookstore.

"Miss Ruth is something. She's every man's dream," the bald-headed boss teased.

Charlotte nodded with a smile. "She dances well."

The bald-headed boss stopped himself from prying further since Charlotte didn't go into details.

He changed the subject, saying, "I received a message this morning, this is the address of the picture book author.

It's from three months ago, so I can't guarantee that he hasn't moved in these three months.

I'll bring those three picture books back when I go to Calva in a couple of days.

Do you have any problems with that?"

Charlotte took the note, which read: West Sixth Street, Glade Avenue, Willow Lane, No.9.

"Our transaction will be complete once I've confirmed that the address is correct," Charlotte said with a smile.

"Do you have any problems with that?"

"That's the way our relationship works," the bald-headed boss nodded.

Charlotte turned around with a smile, but as he reached the door, he paused and looked in the direction of the bookstore staircase. He murmured, "Do you think these picture book authors are afraid of their readers finding them?"

"Anyone who cares about someone in this world wouldn't want others to know about it," the bald-headed boss nodded.

"Do you think what would happen if the author was found by the people they drew?" Charlotte asked with a smile.

"Oh...," the bald-headed boss suddenly looked evasive.