Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 103: Attribution

As a professional veterinarian, Charlotte could only pursue the path of a doctor for now.

Therefore, he was well aware of how crucial medicine was for a surgeon like himself.

Charlotte believed that surgery combined with medicine would be the perfect combination if he wanted to promote surgical procedures on a larger scale and train more non-therapeutic magic users to become doctors who could treat ordinary people.

The original Charlotte was ambitious, which was why he was persecuted by the vested interest group, the Physician Association, and stripped of his magic origin before being thrown into the abyss.

He was a lone wolf on the path of surgery.

Not only did he have no peers, but he also faced countless difficulties and dangers.

Despite all of this, he never gave up, even after being thrown into the abyss.

That was why he opened this small clinic, even if he didn’t make much money and was ostracized, suspected, and despised, he persisted in performing surgeries to treat the poor who couldn't afford medical fees.

These past few days had made Charlotte realize why he was so persistent.

Apart from the four expensive medical halls, there was no place in the vast abyss where people could be treated.

Did the poor deserve to die?

Should they be denied medical treatment just because they didn't have ten thousand copper coins to enter a medical hall?

What kind of logic was that?

As a doctor, Charlotte wanted to ensure that patients received treatment and that doctors were respected.

He wanted to inherit the original Charlotte's will and combine surgery with pharmacology, paving a new path for medicine in this world.

Once the system was mature, he would try to promote and export it, train more surgeons and pharmacists, and establish more medical halls on the Isor continent.

"Let's make money first, why bother with ideals for the poor?" Charlotte slapped himself and tried to stay sober.

However, now that the pharmacist upgrade system was in place, how could he improve his level and become stronger?

"Pharmacists can improve their skills, proficiency, and accuracy by continuously refining potions, thus gaining more proficiency.

When the proficiency reaches a certain value, the level can be increased.

Note: The higher the refining level and difficulty of the potion, the faster the proficiency increases. There is a proficiency limit for each potion, so the host should master more potions. "

The system prompt appeared.

The explanation was simple and clear.

If he wanted to level up, he had to refine potions and practice more. Practice makes perfect, and diligence leads to progress.

Moreover, the higher the level of the potion, the more proficiency he could gain. It was impossible to rely solely on cleaning potions to reach the maximum level.

"However, does this system have intelligence? Can it listen to my thoughts? Can it communicate?" Charlotte couldn't help but wonder.

When he was working part-time, he read a lot of web novels on the bus, including some with systems like the one in "The Milk Dad's Interdimensional Restaurant," which left a deep impression on him.

The system in that novel was very resentful and could be controlled by the host.

Now that he had a system, it seemed different. It didn't seem very intelligent.

It only issued tasks in a cold voice or provided a line of text as a reminder.

"System? " Charlotte tried to call out in his mind.

But there was no response at all.

"Well, it seems that this system is quite aloof and not easy to fool." Charlotte thought to himself. It seemed that he wouldn't be able to get any easy benefits from the system.

He collected the six bottles of anesthetic potion and left the laboratory in a good mood.

In an afternoon, he successfully refined an anesthetic potion.

This also meant that his clinic had officially entered a new stage of possessing anesthetic potions.

Returning to the villa, Diana was not there, and Agatha brought him dinner.

After a simple meal, Charlotte returned to his bedroom.

As usual, he took out the black stone and saw that the merchant had sent him a new message.

[Merchant: Miracle little brother, starting from tomorrow, I will begin to promote the anti-magic potion in Calva.

This will be a very meaningful beginning.

In addition, I would like to ask for your opinion, on whether you want to have the right to sign your name.

You should know that this is an opportunity that can go down in history.]

Sign his name...josei

Charlotte fell into deep thought.

It would be false to say that he was not moved.

The anti-magic potion was cross-generational. After its launch, it was highly likely to mark the end of the era of rampant magic drugs.

As the father of the anti-magic potion, he would be remembered throughout history, and mentioned by future generations, just like Edison, who invented the light bulb, or Newton, who was hit by an apple.

But at the same time, he would also become a thorn in the eyes of all the beneficiaries in the entire magic drug industry chain on the Isor continent, including his enemies.

Compared with the opportunity, the risk was not proportional.

After careful consideration, he replied to the merchant's message:

[Miracle: Just sign it as Miracle.]

[Merchant: All right, it's settled then.]

The merchant replied to the message instantly.

...

"Are you sure that Charlotte has cured another abandoned by the gods?" Carol looked at the weasel with a gloomy face and asked.

"My lord, it's true. I saw it with my own eyes.

Something was growing in the head of the split-mouthed woman, and healing magic did not affect her.

She stayed in that kid's clinic for a while, and when she came out, there was nothing wrong with her at all."

The weasel guaranteed, patting his chest.

"In that case, that kid does have some ability, no wonder Diana is willing to offend us to protect him." Carol pondered.

The clinic was extremely profitable, comparable to selling magic drugs.

However, it was not easy to find legitimate healing magic practitioners who couldn't make money elsewhere, so why bother coming to a place like the Abyss, which had no daylight?

The Duru family had many connections outside, and their reputation was good. Roland graduated from the medical college in Calva, so they recruited many physicians and opened two clinics.

The Danielle family's clinic was also a hard-won achievement. The dean was only an intermediate healing magic practitioner, and both the level and scale were limited.

As for the clinic of Charlotte's family, the origins of several physicians were not very legitimate.

The dean had committed a major crime in the imperial capital, and Elton spent a lot of money to bring him to the abyss.

The other physicians were also recruited by deceit.

The Harriman family did not have a clinic but knew that it was a fat piece of meat that they couldn't eat, so they naturally coveted it.

Now that Charlotte had emerged, he had no magic, but he could still treat injuries and illnesses and had already gained some fame.

Naturally, they did not want to miss out on this opportunity.

If this were a normal day, Carol would think of poaching people.

But now, he couldn't even kill, let alone poach.

The weasel smirked and said, "My lord, it's not easy to save someone abandoned by the gods. Charlotte must be a devil's apostle. We just need to send someone to Calva to inform the Medical Association. They will hang him on the gallows!"

Carol's eyes flashed with killing intent, and he nodded, "Good, leave this to you. Go to Calva early tomorrow morning."