Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 53: Does the Dean Know About This?

Chapter 53: Does the Dean Know About This?

Tucker Street is the most prosperous and commercial street in the Abyss.

This street belongs to the Duru family, and as long as you have money, you can buy anything you want here.

Except for addictive demon drugs.

The Duru family explicitly prohibits any transactions related to addictive demon drugs on this street.

Even the Jadeson family couldn't extend their reach here.

There are magical grocery stores that encompass various materials, glamorous gemstone shops, a large-scale magic core trading market, and monthly auctions...

Some say that you can experience the feeling of living in Calva here.

Most importantly, there are only four large-scale clinics in the Abyss, and two of them are located on Tucker Street, side by side, directly competing with each other.

One is the Fran Clinic, and the other is the Duru Clinic.

Unsurprisingly, both clinics belong to the Duru family.

And the reputation of these two clinics is better than the clinics under the Daniel and Jadeson families. After all, the Duru family's clinics only care about money, while the other two clinics focus on saving lives, even if it means sacrificing themselves.

A pumpkin carriage arrived and stopped in front of the Duru Clinic.

Ruth, dressed in a gorgeous long dress, gracefully got off the carriage.

Her graceful figure immediately attracted many gazes. The doctors and nurses from the neighboring clinics recognized her.

Among the patients labeled as "abandoned by the gods" during this period, Miss Ruth was undoubtedly the most pitiful.

She was the most enchanting dancer on Amon Street, the woman who countless men yearned for in their dreams, and yet she was struck by an incurable disease, and abandoned by the gods.

Going back and forth between several clinics, her painful appearance and languid state spoke volumes about her limited time left.

She hadn't performed on stage for a long time, and there were even rumors outside that she had already died.

But today, Ruth appeared in front of the Duru Clinic in all her glory. Looking at her rosy complexion and radiant spirit, wherever she went, she was the center of attention, shining as if she was emitting light. There was no trace of illness left.

"Could it be a temporary recovery? Or has Miss Ruth's illness been cured?"

"Nonsense! She is one of the abandoned by the gods! Moreover, all four clinics diagnosed her as such."

"But looking at her condition, I think you look more sickly than she does."

"Quick, report to Master Andrew. Something is suspicious about this."

At the entrance of the Fran Clinic, two newly arrived doctors whispered to each other before quickly entering the clinic.

At the entrance of the Duru Clinic, a young and beautiful nurse with a smile on her face had already approached Ruth and entered the clinic together.

Miss Ruth had some fame in the Abyss, and she was a high-end client of the Duru Clinic. Whenever she had a headache or fever, she would come to their clinic. The amount she spent on beauty treatments alone exceeded seven figures annually.

Clients of this caliber usually had personal assistants, and Hattie was Ruth's exclusive steward.

"Miss Ruth, are you planning to continue with the examination today?" Hattie asked with a smile, but her eyes revealed a hint of worry.

Half a month ago, Miss Ruth came to the Duru Clinic seeking medical help for abdominal pain. Three doctors jointly diagnosed her as "abandoned by the gods."

She came a few more times afterward, but the results were always the same.

Suffering from an incurable disease as "abandoned by the gods," Ruth was tormented by pain. Her bright eyes gradually lost their luster, and her graceful posture seemed to become hunched, no longer possessing the radiant charm of her stage performances.

However, her condition seemed better today, which made Hattie even more concerned.

She couldn't help but speculate whether Miss Ruth had taken demon drugs. It was said that addictive demon drugs could temporarily make people forget their pain and become mentally excited.

But this wouldn't alleviate the condition; instead, it would accelerate the deterioration and burn one's life away.

The doctors who knew Ruth stopped in their tracks and greeted her but hesitated to speak.

They all had similar thoughts to Hattie's.

Ruth seemed to perceive their thoughts, paused, and confidently said, "No, my illness has already been cured by Dr. Charlotte. I'm not here for an examination today but for scar removal surgery."

In the lobby of the clinic, many doctors were coming and going, all paying attention to Ruth.

Upon hearing her words, there was an uproar, and the doctors were shocked.

"What...did she just say? Her illness has been cured?!"

"She was diagnosed as abandoned by the gods by four clinics. How could she be cured? This is blasphemy!"

"Charlotte? That name sounds familiar. Do we have such a doctor in the Abyss? Which clinic is she from?"

The doctors whispered to each other, losing their usual composure.

Hattie was also stunned and looked at Ruth with disbelief. Being labeled as abandoned by the gods was equivalent to being sentenced to death. Could Miss Ruth have truly been cured?

As a receptionist at the clinic, Hattie didn't have a deep understanding of the term "abandoned by the gods."

So when she heard Ruth confidently announcing that her illness had been cured, she was not only surprised but genuinely happy.

Someone as beautiful and well-built as Ruth couldn't help but attract attention, even from Hattie as a woman. To be able to continue living and dancing was such a wonderful thing.

"Please follow me. There aren't too many patients this morning. Which doctor would you like to see? The dean is also at the clinic today..." Hattie led Ruth toward the specialized treatment room. High-end clients could enjoy premium resources.

As Ruth left the lobby, the doctors exploded in conversation.

They expressed their disbelief about Ruth being cured.

Misdiagnosis at one clinic could be understood, but all four major clinics in the Abyss?

This was an insult to all medical practitioners in the Abyss.

But here was Ruth, standing here today, lively and casually mentioning scar removal.

What was going on?

"Does the dean know about this? The last diagnosis was made by him and the other two vice deans together."

"Hush! Speak less to avoid mistakes."

"I'm going to check it out."

Experienced doctors quickly left their seats and headed toward the treatment room. This was no small matter; it even concerned the reputation of their clinic.

Across the street.

Fran Clinic.

Chief Doctor Andrew was conducting a routine morning meeting. The topic for today was how to make patients feel more comfortable, thereby cooperating with more expensive treatment plans.

He was truly a good doctor serving the people.

"Chief, Miss Ruth is alive!" a young doctor burst into the meeting room, his voice filled with excitement.

All eyes in the room turned toward him.

Andrew closed the notebook in his hand and looked displeased at the impulsive young doctor. "Miss Ruth's death would be the news, of course, she's alive if she hasn't died."

Laughter erupted in the meeting room, and the onlookers regarded the young doctor with some pity.

It wasn't a good thing to attract the attention of the chief, especially if one liked to cause trouble.

The young doctor swallowed hard, shaking his head. "No...that's not it. I just saw her full of vitality getting off the carriage and entering the Duru Clinic. Out of curiosity, I followed and caught a glimpse of her publicly stating that her illness has been cured by a certain Dr. Charlotte!"