Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 237: Boss, could you please speak? (2)

Chapter 237: Boss, could you please speak? (2)

Since half a month ago, someone had already gone to the Physician Association to complain. The association might have been watching him, and Vivian's astounding talent was far too conspicuous within the clinic.

Charlotte was also worried about this matter, so he had no reason to refuse the pillow that Adolf had thrown at him.

"Oh," Vivian didn't fully comprehend the situation, but obediently hung the pendant around her waist and kept the two magic charms close to her.

"By the way, who was that lovely elven lady earlier?" Vivian asked curiously.

"She's the Elven Clan's Saintess."

"Is she Elven Clan Saintess Louise? No wonder she's so stunningly beautiful. Seeing her in person is truly awe-inspiring."

Vivian exclaimed and couldn't help but gossip, "What illness does she have? Why did she especially come to the Abyss to find you? Could it be that even Master Adolf couldn't cure her?"

"Acute appendicitis, the same illness as Ruth had before. It's said that both Hayward and Adolf couldn't treat her, so she came to me." Charlotte calmly explained.

"Boss, you're amazing! If news of this gets out, you'll become famous again," Vivian said admiringly.

She spoke from the bottom of her heart.

Hayward was the President of the Physician Association and belonged to the same legendary level as Adolf.

The fact that Charlotte cured an illness that these two legendary figures couldn't if spread, would shake the entire medical community.

"Being famous, sometimes it's not a good thing," Charlotte shook his head slightly, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Based on the information he had previously obtained, Hayward was the kind of powerful person who lacked foresight.

If he became the background board for someone like him, an insignificant nobody, he would not give up easily.

Moreover, in a situation where medical treatment was ineffective, he managed to save Louise through surgery.

This undoubtedly slapped Hayward and the Medical Association in the face, and it was quite a loud slap.

The elf race might give him some face because of Louise, but after all, the Elf Forest was too far away, and Calva was too close.

The conflict between him and the Medical Association would inevitably erupt sooner or later. He just hoped that this time could be postponed, at least to make him stronger.

He didn't want to repeat the same mistakes as three years ago.

...

Lucian, hidden in the shadows, watched as Louise, who walked out of the clinic in the forefront, made his eyes widen in astonishment. His face was full of disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.

"This...How is this possible!" Lucian's voice trembled. The scene he had expected was Betty coming out of the clinic, holding Louise's lifeless body with a grieving expression.

Louise, who had fainted from the pain when she arrived, had miraculously bounced back to life in less than half an hour.

Looking at her rosy complexion, energetic spirit, and bright eyes, you couldn't tell at all that she had been on the verge of death before.

In the treatment room, Lucian had witnessed firsthand the treatments of the president and Adolf, which did not affect her condition.

Who would have thought that the disease that neither Hayward nor Adolf could cure was cured by Charlotte?

If this news got out, not only would President Hayward lose face, but even the Medical Association would be brought down from its pedestal.

Adolf and Jacques came out as well, and the four of them boarded two carriages amidst the astonished gazes of the patients in line in front of the gate and left.

"No, this news must be reported to the president as soon as possible. Let's see how he decides," Lucian slapped his forehead and quickly turned towards his carriage.

The situation had changed, it had changed.

In the second carriage, Adolf and Jacques sat facing each other.

"Jacques, why didn't you speak up for me earlier? Instead, you stopped me?" Adolf looked at Jacques discontentedly.

"Master, taking in a disciple is not something to be rushed. The more you press on forcefully, the more scared the girl becomes. She even made up the excuse of being pregnant," Jacques said with a smile, "Do you know why she is resisting becoming your disciple?"

"Why?" Adolf asked, equally puzzled.

Jacques took out a talisman and stuck it on the interior wall of the carriage, creating a temporary soundproof space, before continuing, "Have you ever heard of a genius girl named Vivian from the Imperial Medical Academy these past two years? She is exceptionally talented."

"I have heard of her," Adolf nodded.

"What does she have to do with this?"

"Vivian Bernice is the daughter of Frank Bernice, the Minister of Finance of the Lancelot Empire. About a month ago, the Minister of Finance was convicted and sentenced to hang, and his family was also imprisoned. Only his daughter Vivian's whereabouts are unknown," Jacques smiled slightly.

"Then, in a chaotic and lawless place like the Abyss, there appeared a talented girl named Eileen, who willingly became an assistant in a small clinic instead of becoming an apprentice to the best physicians. What do you think is the reason for this?"

"Are you saying that this girl is Vivian?"

Adolf suddenly realized and understood why Vivian resisted becoming his disciple she was afraid of her true identity being exposed.

After a moment of thought, he continued, "If that's the case, I can simply inform the Imperial Court of Lance and they should dismiss her charges, considering the respect they have for me. She can then safely study under my guidance."

Jacques shook his head, saying, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. It is said that the fall of the Minister of Finance is not unrelated to Duke Cromwell. You have always had conflicts with him, and if you forcefully intervene in this matter, it won't end well, and it may even bring disaster to that girl."

Adolf's face turned serious as well. It had been over thirty years since he last visited the Imperial Capital of Lance due to his conflicts with Duke Cromwell.

"From Charlotte's reaction, he must surely know about this, which is why he made her hide her identity with animal ears and straightforwardly refused you," Jacques chuckled and said with a hint of emotion, "This young man is quite remarkable, with a compassionate heart."

Adolf's expression softened slightly as he nodded, "Yes, such young people are rare to come by."

"I just saw Luxian peeking at Louise from the front carriage. This news will surely reach Hayward soon. I'm afraid he intends to harm Charlotte again. What should we do to prevent the tragedy that happened three years ago from repeating?" Jacques asked with a solemn expression.

Adolf pondered for a moment before saying, "Hayward cares the most about his reputation. If it becomes known that he couldn't cure a patient but Charlotte successfully did, he will not let Charlotte off lightly.

However, he won't be able to restore his reputation or the reputation of the Physician's Guild either. It would be better to make a deal with him. It could prevent him from immediately going after Charlotte and perhaps even remove her name from the expulsion list."

"That's a good plan," Jacques brightened up at the suggestion.

The master and disciple began to work out the details.

In the carriage ahead, Louise lifted the corner of the curtain and curiously looked at the street scenery outside.

Due to her status, she seldom left the Elven Forest. Even the number of times she had been to Calva was few, let alone a place as chaotic and lawless as the Abyss.

"Betsy, it seems that rumors are not always reliable. Look, the Abyss may be shrouded in mist, but it isn't as chaotic and lawless as the rumors say. People still go shopping and have to pay for things," Louise said softly, feeling a sense of marvel.

"You're right; it's not exactly as the rumors describe," Betsy nodded gently. She had also heard plenty about the Abyss, but today, seeing it for herself, she realized that rumors were mostly exaggerated.

"Doctor Charlotte is quite an interesting person. I wonder how Master knows him. I'll have to ask Master about it when I get back," Louise muttered softly to herself.

...

Charlotte went to the neighboring bakery and bought three soft bread rolls for breakfast. Since the clinic had made a fortune opening yesterday, he arrogantly requested some with filling.

The patients in line were curious and inquired about the beautiful elf from earlier, but Charlotte pretended not to know and dismissed their questions, using the excuse of being an ordinary patient.

He didn't want to use this incident to boost his reputation and risk ruining the good impression he had among the elven race. It would do more harm than good.

"Today, the Abyss Clinic is introducing a new stamina recovery potion called Golden Stamina Potion. It can restore 25% of the stamina of intermediate knights and is priced at 800 copper coins. If any of you are interested, you can order it. We only have fifty bottles available," Charlotte took the opportunity to promote the new stamina potion he had just synthesized the previous night.

This announcement immediately caught the attention of the knights and adventurers present.

"Golden Stamina Potion? Can it restore 25% of stamina for intermediate knights? Is that true?" a muscular man asked.

Others also looked at Charlotte with anticipation. The recovery effect seemed too powerful.

"I can vouch for the clinic's credibility. If it doesn't meet the recovery effect, you can come and destroy the clinic at any time," Charlotte said calmly.

His words instantly silenced any doubts.

The Abyss Clinic had become popular among adventurers. If severely injured, they could come to Doctor Charlotte for surgery at a discounted price with significant results.

For minor injuries, they could purchase an emergency kit. The low-tier kits cost only 200 copper coins, while the intermediate ones cost 400, which were much more affordable than other clinics that charged over ten thousand copper coins.

"If it truly has this effect, I'll take two bottles," the man who had asked earlier said. "Last time, I was chased by a large cat for over thirty miles and barely made it with a stamina potion that only restored about 10%, and it cost 200 more coins."

"I'll take one bottle."

"I'll have two bottles."

People immediately started placing orders.

Only those who risked their lives in the wilderness knew how useful such potions could be in critical situations.