Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 180: Potential danger

Chapter 180: Potential danger

"Knock, knock, knock..."

A teacup rolled down the wooden staircase, spinning on the floor.

"What's that?" Charlotte curiously leaned over.

"It... it might be a mouse," the bald-headed boss quickly walked over to pick up the cup, feeling annoyed.

"There are too many books in the house, attracting mice. They've chewed up quite a few of my books."

"I see. I'll have Anna help you catch the mice someday, especially those deep-seated, big ones. She's excellent at catching them," Charlotte said with a smile before leaving.

After a while, a girl's head peeked out from the stairs, stuck out her tongue, and whispered, "Father, does he know about me?"

The bald-headed boss glanced outside to make sure Charlotte had returned to the clinic before helplessly saying, "Don't secretly watch people taking showers anymore. You're a young girl, and having a bad reputation isn't good."

The girl shrugged her shoulders and spread her hands.

"I didn't mean to peep. I was originally enjoying the view there, but he came in to take a shower. Can't blame me, right?"

The bald boss shook his head and didn't know what to say.

"But did he sleep in Miss Ruth's room last night? My goodness, she's my goddess, and he managed to get her?" The girl's face was full of unwillingness.

"Didn't you already storyboard it in advance? Maybe he just followed the plot you drew and won over Miss Ruth."

"Oh yeah! That guy must be like that!" The girl suddenly realized, but quickly looked troubled.

"But... his physique seems to have improved recently. Not only does he have six-pack abs, but he also has broad shoulders, and a slender waist, and his back looks very reassuring.

It's as if he suddenly changed into a different protagonist, completely different from the sickly-looking young man he used to be.

So, should I draw him based on his current physique?

The art style would completely change, and even the poses would have to be changed, right?

With this strong physique, I can unlock a lot of new poses, and I'll sound more assertive when I speak, right? Like: kneel..."

"Go upstairs! Close the door and think about it slowly. Don't let anyone hear your strange words," the bald boss said helplessly, urging the girl upstairs.

...

"Kasha, you don't know, today I helped the boss maintain his reputation outside. If the Medical Association finds out that the boss isn't some wasteful womanizer, they'll come after him."

"What kind of person is the boss?"

"Of course, he's an ambitious and excellent young man. Although men are inevitably lecherous, he's relatively restrained. At least he hasn't made any advances towards us two beautiful girls."

"How can I make him make advances towards me?"

"Uh... well..." Vivian looked at Kasha, who was asking seriously and was at a loss for words.

After listening at the door for a while, Charlotte pushed the door open and glanced at Vivian with a black line on his face.

This girl is ignorant. What kind of thoughts does she have in her head? She even helps him maintain his reputation like this?

Charlotte felt that even Kasha was being influenced by her.

"Boss, you're back!" Vivian stood up and approached, looking at him with gossip in her eyes. "Did you sleep in Miss Ruth's room last night?"

Kasha also looked at him with curiosity.

"Yes, I slept in Ruth's room," Charlotte nodded.

"Ah, although I guessed it, why does it feel like it's not worth it for Miss Ruth? She's such a perfect lady, a beauty that even women like to look at," Vivian sighed as if a fine piece of art had been tarnished.

"Isn't your boss handsome enough for her?" Charlotte replied unkindly.

Vivian stared at him for a moment and reluctantly said, "He's okay."

Kasha lowered her head, feeling a little disappointed. It turns out that the master doesn't avoid staying over, he just doesn't want to stay in her room.

"I went to discuss things with Ruth last night, and it got dark so I couldn't come back. So I just stayed there for the night, we slept separately. Don't go around saying things, don't tarnish her reputation," Charlotte said seriously to her.

Vivian saw that he wasn't joking and obediently nodded, "Oh, I won't say anything."

"Go buy a few soft bread rolls for breakfast, I'll take a shower, and then get ready to open the shop," Charlotte tossed a silver coin to her and turned to go upstairs.

Charlotte entered the bathroom and took out two bottles of power potions from his spatial ring. He chugged them down.

After drinking these two bottles, his strength would reach 4,400 kg.

He still had three bottles of power potions left, and his wealth balance was close to seventy thousand, enough to exchange for seven bottles of power potions.

Although he appeared to be very wealthy, he glanced at his attribute panel.

[Level: Intermediate Knight: 4,400/10,000]

Even if he drank the remaining ten bottles of power potions, he would still be less than halfway to upgrading to an advanced knight.

There was a huge gap between the fourth and third tiers, even greater than going from zero to the third level.

This applied to both knights and wizards.

That was also why he was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius when he advanced to become a high-level wizard.

Parting ways with Ruth this morning seemed carefree, but it made him feel somewhat frustrated.

He couldn't even protect the woman he loved; he felt utterly helpless.

A real man couldn't tolerate such frustration!

If Amos came knocking on his door someday, what would he use to protect Vivian and Kasha?

Would he have to play out a tragic ending with them again?

The more he thought about it...

The angrier he got. Charlotte exchanged seven bottles of power potions from the mall and chugged them down with the remaining three bottles.

The potions turned into a hot stream, cleansing his limbs and bones. His bones made crackling sounds, and his whole body turned blood red. Faint bloodstains and dirt emerged from his pores.

After breaking through to an intermediate knight, his physical attributes greatly improved.

Even if he drank twelve bottles of power potions at once, he didn't experience the discomfort he had before.

Closing his eyes, he waited for the effects of the potions to wear off. His whole body felt as if it had been submerged in a 105C hot bath, incredibly comfortable.

When he opened his eyes again, there wasn't any obvious change in his appearance. But when he clenched his fist, the tremendous strength surprised even himself.

[Level: Intermediate Knight: 5,400/10,000]

5,400 kg of strength was his current limit.

To put it in perspective, the highest weight level of Olympic champions in the previous world for clean and jerk was just over 200 kilograms, a difference of more than twenty times.

Compared to when he first arrived in this world, when he was weak, it was like night and day.

He turned on the shower, and the pouring cold water quickly calmed him down.

The expansion of strength indeed made one's state of mind expand as well, but the gap of 4,600 kg with the fourth-tier advanced knight brought him back to reality.

Amos wasn't a good person, and he had to be on high guard against him.

Of course, if there was a chance, he wouldn't mind taking the opportunity to deal with him in the depths of the abyss.

That way, it would at least reduce the danger and temptation when Ruth went to the Succubus Clan.

He washed away the dirt from his body, dried his hair with a towel, and changed into a clean white robe. Charlotte had already calmed his emotions as he went downstairs to prepare for business.

...

"Young master, I have confirmed it. Charlotte did indeed stay in Ruth's room last night. They were alone together the whole time, so it's impossible for nothing to have happened," the old servant respectfully said to Amos, who was smoking magical drugs.

Smash!

Amos dropped the empty bottle in his hand, which shattered on the ground. His face turned dark, and he sneered, "This slut just couldn't resist seducing men. It's a waste that my superb furnace has been taken advantage of by a useless person."

The servant cautiously asked, "Are you planning to go and catch that slut or report to the high priest first before catching her?"

"She is the one chosen by the high priest. Naturally, I will report this matter to him first before catching her. I want to see how the high priest will handle that slut!"

Amos stood up and walked toward the door, lewdly saying, "Once the high priest gives up on her, then she will belong to me as a plaything."

"What about that useless Charlotte? How should we deal with him?" the old servant asked again.

Amos calmly instructed, "You will go and deal with him tonight. Be clean about it, so that Diana won't trace it back to us."

"I understand. I will make sure he disappears completely, and no one will be able to trace it back to you," the old servant said, understanding the message.

"Anyone daring to touch the woman I have set my eyes on should be prepared to die."