Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 146：Goodbye, Charlotte

Milo's figure froze completely, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

A broad, heavy sword rested on his shoulder, its sharp edge exposed, and even though it was a slight distance from his neck, it still caused a stinging pain on his skin.

There was no doubt that the sword would sever his neck if he made even the slightest movement.

What terrified him, even more, was how the woman had silently approached him from behind, despite him setting up a fourth-level magic barrier around the house yesterday.

There was only one possibility: the woman behind him had a six or higher power level.

As a magician, he had almost no means of defense when it came to close-quarters combat.

Thinking about the various rumors regarding the Abyss, cold sweat slid down his forehead and cheeks.

Even if he died in the Abyss, the Physicians Association would simply send someone else.

Individual deaths in the Abyss were too common to warrant further investigation.

"I... I don't know how I have offended you, but if I have done anything to offend you, please allow me to apologize and offer all my wealth as recompense, begging for your forgiveness."

Milo immediately surrendered, as he didn't believe that as a water mage with a few tricks up his sleeve, he could escape or counter-attack a Level 6 powerhouse.

"Speak up, why did the Physicians Association send you?" The woman's voice remained cold, devoid of any emotion.

Milo was taken aback. The fact that his identity was known to the other party was surprising, as only two or three people within the Physicians Association were aware of his mission this time.

"You have three seconds to answer truthfully, or you die."

The cold voice interrupted his thoughts, and the sharp sword pierced his skin, allowing blood to flow down his neck.

"I... I was sent to investigate Charlotte. There were reports that he was using demonic powers to harm patients in the Abyss," Milo hurriedly replied.

"Then, what did you personally witness?"

"He... he saved people through surgery and potions. Yesterday, he saved over a hundred wounded individuals. Based on that alone, it is difficult to say that he's a disciple of demons using demonic powers," Milo said, forcing himself to speak despite the pressure.

The heavy sword weighing down his shoulder made it hard for him to breathe, and his neck remained motionless, afraid that even the slightest move would cause his head to fall.

"Heh."

The woman seemed to laugh, but her voice grew even colder.

"So, you intend to destroy him once again?"

Milo's pupils suddenly dilated, and he glanced sideways at the broad, heavy sword on his shoulder. Memories and revelations flooded his mind.

He seemed to have figured out who the woman behind him was.

The sole daughter of Lord Calver, the renowned sword prodigy of recent years—Elizabeth.

Three years ago, if it weren't for the Lord of the City's intervention, Charlotte would have been burned to death at the stake.

And it is said that Miss Elizabeth forced the Lord to intervene by threatening to kill herself.

However, their engagement has been canceled, and recently the second son of the Duke of Cornwall, Capas, personally came to propose marriage to Charlotte.

The news of the impending alliance between the two families has spread throughout the continent of Isor.

So initially, Milo didn't even consider her.

And besides, shouldn't her strength be that of a high-level knight? How could she have already broken through to the sixth level?

A legendary knight at the age of twenty!

This is even more shocking than when Charlotte became a high-level healing mage at the age of twenty!

"I will report truthfully to the guild president that Charlotte is practicing medicine and saving lives without any issues," Milo quickly replied.

He could be very certain that Elizabeth was on Charlotte's side.

At a time like this, if you don't submit, you die.

Knights are not merciful individuals.

"Remember what you said, Milo Klaus. If you act contradictorily, I will find you and kill you."

Elizabeth looked at him coldly, her blood-stained armor replaced by a white combat suit, exuding a chilling aura.

Milo felt a chill run through his body, and quickly nodded, "I... I will return to Calva and report truthfully to the guild president!"

The fact that she could accurately state his name indicated that the young lady of the Lord's mansion was very knowledgeable about their Physician Association.

With her terrifying strength as a legendary knight, killing him, a nobody would be as easy as flipping her hand.

"I'll be watching you."

The heavy sword resting on Milo's shoulder was put away, and the gaze that chilled him disappeared as well.

Milo remained in a stiff posture for a while before daring to slowly turn around.

The room was empty, just as he didn't know when she entered or when she left.

This is the absolute suppression of strength.

Milo sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

In just a few minutes, it felt like a century to him. The danger he faced was unlike anything he had ever encountered in his life.

You see, in Calva, he was a respected physician; even the nobles greeted him with smiling faces.

But in this run-down house, he had a sword pressed against his neck and narrowly escaped death.

After sitting on the ground for a while, allowing his emotions to calm down, he hurriedly got up and roughly stuffed his belongings into a spatial ring belonging to him, then put on a loose robe and grabbed a bucket, ready to leave.

He didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place for even a second longer.

After returning to the Abyss, he planned to hide in a secluded corner for a couple of days before reporting back to the Physician Association.

Elizabeth's aura was too terrifying, and he couldn't even muster a trace of rebellious thoughts.

What does a legendary knight at the age of twenty mean?

That signifies someone who will stand at the pinnacle of the entire Iso continent in the future.

And she is also the only daughter of the Lord of Calva.

What benefits could he possibly gain by provoking such a prominent figure?

He is just a small fry on the fringes of the Medical Association, he can't even see the threshold of the Elder Council, so why bother working so hard?

Elizabeth appeared in the room again, standing by the window where Milo had disappeared into the mist, a slight smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, revealing a hint of satisfaction.

She hadn't left the room earlier, but that guy was just too afraid for his life, he didn't even have time to put up a magical barrier.

She shifted her gaze and looked across at the medical clinic opposite.

On the second floor, the window directly facing her suddenly pushed open, and a man in loose gray pajamas stood by the window, his handsome face sporting a smile as he stretched lazily with both hands raised.

Elizabeth was instantly stunned, staring blankly at the man, her eyes gradually turning red.

Three years ago, she watched him limping out of the city gate and into the wilderness.

At that time, he resembled an injured little dog, his eyes filled with despair and resentment.

She never expected that after three years, of seeing him again, she would be able to see the bright smile once more on his face, just like when he was eighteen, full of vigor and confidence at the Calva Medical School.

Charlotte stretched lazily, looking somewhat puzzled at the shop opposite. He felt like someone was watching him, but at the same time, it felt like no one was there.

After a moment's hesitation, he reached out and closed the window.

When did Buddy encounter someone who rented the shop opposite? He hadn't seen anyone since yesterday.

He hoped it wasn't some kind of creepy voyeur.

He felt a bit anxious.

Elizabeth, who had taken a step back, walked back to the window, her face showing a slight smile as she watched the closed window opposite.

How come he could still sense someone watching him?

"If you're doing well, I won't disturb your life anymore," Elizabeth muttered softly to herself. "Goodbye, Charlotte."

She pushed open the window and gracefully descended onto the street.

In a white robe, she quickly blended into the white mist, disappearing.

On the second floor of the clinic, Charlotte suddenly opened the window, sticking his head out to look at the suddenly opened window opposite.

For some reason, he felt a sense of emptiness.

"Are you hungry this early? Or should I go make some knife-cut noodles for breakfast?" Charlotte withdrew his gaze and made his way to the kitchen.

"Good morning, boss." Vivian happened to come out of her room, brimming with energy as she greeted him.

"Morning," Charlotte nodded.

"Boss, the potion you gave me last night was too powerful. I almost passed out on the spot," Vivian said eagerly before Charlotte could inquire.

"After drinking it, I felt incredibly refreshed, and all my fatigue instantly vanished. And my skin even improved!"

"Is that all?" Charlotte frowned.

"Huh?" Vivian was momentarily stunned. Were these benefits, not enough? It was just a potion after all.

Charlotte casually picked up a heavy decorative vase from the corner of the wall and handed it to Vivian.

"This is too heavy..."

Before Vivian could finish her sentence, Charlotte had already let go of the vase.

As she watched the vase drop towards the floor, Vivian instinctively reached out and caught it by the neck.

To her surprise, she firmly held the vase with just one hand, despite it being filled with nearly 100 kilograms of water.

The corridor suddenly fell silent.

"This... Wait... Oh my goodness!" Vivian looked at the vase she held effortlessly with her small hand, her face brimming with disbelief.josei

Just yesterday, she struggled to carry even a bucket of water for her bath.

And now, she was effortlessly holding a vase weighing 100 kilograms in one hand, without breaking a sweat.

"Am I dreaming? How is this even possible..." Vivian muttered to herself before letting go of the vase.

Before the vase landed, Charlotte reached out and caught it, then placed it back in the corner.

Clank!

He flicked Vivian's forehead with his hand, speechless. "If the vase had shattered, it would have cost a fortune. Wake up."

"Ouch... that hurts!" Vivian rubbed her forehead, tears welling up in her eyes, both surprised and hurt. "It hurts! That means it's not a dream! When did I become so strong!"

"It seems like you've secretly been exercising, haven't you?" Charlotte teased.

He confirmed that after Vivian consumed the strength-enhancing potion, she gained the same increase in power.

Judging by her ability to effortlessly hold a hundred-kilogram vase with one hand, her newfound strength was likely around 100kg as well.

"Really? Yesterday night, I just... carried a dozen buckets of bathwater," Vivian looked at her own hands in astonishment and delight. "In that case, tonight I'll reward myself with another bath."

Charlotte:...

Fine, he ended up with an assistant who didn't use her brain much, but sometimes, it was quite convenient.

However, for the time being, he didn't plan on giving Vivian any more strength-enhancing potions. With her talent as a mage, having too much physical strength might not be beneficial for her magical training.

"Boss, what was the name of that potion yesterday? When do you plan to teach me how to make it?" Vivian eagerly approached, full of anticipation.

"The Miracle Elixir. I even forgot the recipe myself. I'll teach you when I learn it," Charlotte casually replied as he walked into the kitchen.

"What are we having for breakfast then?"

"Noodle soup."

"What?"