Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 67: A New Scalpel

Anna was in charge of handling the white mice, but they still needed one more bottle of magic potion.

Buying it with money was not practical. Charlotte wasn't a pig, so there was no way he would spend several thousand copper coins on a bottle of poison.

Moreover, the Jardeson family controlled all the channels for magic potions in the Abyss. Considering his current relationship with them, buying the potion would be like walking into a trap.

After careful consideration, he came up with a plan. Since he couldn't buy it, why not steal it?

In the streets and alleys of the Abyss, magic potion transactions could be seen everywhere. The eternal mist of the Abyss provided the perfect camouflage for criminals. Beyond a few meters, people couldn't see clearly.

However, there were still significant risks in carrying out operations during the day. After weighing the options, he decided to wait until it was dark.

The Abyss was indeed more dangerous at night, but he had the black cloak left by the Judicator, which could conceal his presence and serve as a powerful tool for stealth.

Under the cover of darkness, once he succeeded, it would be easier to escape the pursuit of the Black Guards.

From what he knew, magic potion transactions took place day and night. When the addiction struck, nobody cared whether there was danger lurking in the darkness.

The Black Guards didn't directly participate in the sale of magic potions, but they were responsible for protecting the sellers and the potions themselves.

The Black Guards were at least second-level Orcs and had a tradition of taking potions before going into battle. With the enhancement from the potions, their strength could reach the level of third-level Orcs.

Charlotte was only a knight apprentice. If he couldn't catch them off guard and launch a successful ambush, it would be very difficult for him to escape unscathed.

As a cautious person, he wouldn't take on such a high-risk task.

Having set his plan, Charlotte inspected the Judgment Sword and the mysterious black cloak.

The cloak was extremely spacious and made of a material he couldn't identify. It was as soft and smooth as silk but had the toughness of metal.

On that day, when the Judicator was poisoned, even his bones were turned into a puddle of blood, but only the Judgment Sword and this black cloak remained undamaged.

The Judgment Sword was forged from an extraterrestrial meteorite. But what material was this black cloak made of?

Although the tip of the Judgment Sword was broken, the cut was even, and its sharpness remained undiminished.

In that mysterious space, Charlotte had used this broken sword, so there was no problem with its usability.

Currently, he couldn't find a better sword that suited him.

However, the broken sword had its flaws. If he had the chance in the future, he wanted to ask the technicians in the Red Moon Group to help him recast the Judgment Sword.

Only with a complete sword could he better unleash the power of his swordsmanship.

Sheathing his longsword and placing it along with the black cloak under the counter, Charlotte turned and entered the alchemy room to begin his potion-making.

Recently, Vivian's hemostatic potions had been made quite well, and Charlotte had been busy fine-tuning the Moisturizing Essence.

He was curious whether fully mastering the skill and reaching an intermediate level would significantly improve the quality of the hemostatic potions he made.

With some free time today, he entered the alchemy room and brewed three batches of hemostatic potions, filling twenty-four bottles.

Looking at the proficiency of the hemostatic potions in the attribute panel, which had increased from 90/1000 to 330/1000, he made a firm resolution to brew two batches every day from now on.

Perhaps it was related to the significant decrease in patient mortality rate at the clinic recently. The number of patients seeking treatment had noticeably increased, and the number of patients being received had risen from ten to twenty.

It's not that Charlotte's medical skills are much better, but as someone who has received modern veterinary education, his mastery of surgical techniques is more scientifically sound.

In the past, the cause of death for many patients was not necessarily due to severe injuries but rather an improper wound treatment and lack of sterilization of surgical instruments, leading to wound infections and death.

Charlotte pays great attention to the disinfection of the surgical environment and is very strict in handling surgical instruments. As long as the patient's injuries are under control, the mortality rate can be well managed.

Since most patients have traumatic injuries, the consumption of hemostatic potions is significant, and there is no waste after brewing.

Before going out to buy groceries, Charlotte counted today's morning revenue.

A total of 21 patients were treated today, and he received 6,310 copper coins in cash and 620 in equivalent collateral.

Compared to when he first took over the clinic, the revenue had doubled.

With more experience in wound suturing, he became increasingly adept, with improved speed and technique.

After counting fifty silver coins and putting them in a money pouch, Charlotte took a few silver coins and put them in his pocket. He then left, heading straight for the blacksmith's shop.

Inside Guy's blacksmith shop, the heat was still intense, and the clang of iron echoed throughout.

Charlotte lightly knocked on the door, and a dark little head appeared from behind the forge. The young voice shouted inside, "Master, we have a visitor!"

The sound of hammering abruptly stopped.

With his bare upper body and only wearing a leather apron, Guy wiped off his sweat with a towel and walked out of the forge. When he saw Charlotte at the door, a smile immediately appeared on his face. "Doctor, why have you come? I was planning to deliver the surgical knife you ordered to you later."

"No need to trouble you to deliver it. I'll come to pick it up myself." Charlotte smiled and glanced at the small dwarf hiding behind the stove. "And who is this?"

"This child is my apprentice, whom I just took in a few days ago. He's the child of an old friend." Guy sighed. "He was doing well and was a somewhat famous blacksmith before he got involved with magic potions. Now, he can't even swing a hammer properly and is barely hanging on to half a life. The poor kid couldn't even get a decent meal, so he was sent to me."

Charlotte contemplated for a moment, realizing yet another family was harmed by magic potions. Looking at the small dwarf covered in soot, despite his coal-black face, his pair of brown eyes were bright, timidly looking at him, as if wanting to say something.

"Please wait a moment. I'll get your things." Guy turned and entered the inner room, then soon came out with two surgical knives of the same style but vastly different sizes.

The blade of the surgical knives, made of refined iron, gleamed with a polished sheen. The blade made from black meteorite iron was as dark as ink, finely sharpened.

One knife was similar in size to a regular surgical knife, suitable for operating on normal-sized creatures.

The other one was forearm-length, meant to deal with unconventional patients, such as that tree man who could swallow several of him whole.

Being a surgeon in this world required being prepared for any situation.

Charlotte took the smaller surgical knife, and the familiar grip almost moved him to tears. He had become so proficient that he could skillfully perform surgery using a dagger.

The details were meticulously crafted, and the grip was excellent. Although he hadn't tried it yet, he had no doubts about the sharpness of the blade made from black meteorite iron.

"This is the agreed-upon fifty silver coins. You can count it if you like." Charlotte took out a money pouch and handed it to Guy.

"No need to count. I still can't trust your character entirely." Guy directly tucked the money pouch into his chest and grinned. "If it doesn't suit you, feel free to bring it back for modifications or even remake it."

5,000 copper coins for two surgical knives with refined iron bodies and black meteorite iron blades, exquisite craftsmanship, and exquisite details. He had made a fortune.

Guy's enthusiastic service even made him feel tempted to pay more.

Fortunately, he resisted the temptation.

"Thank you. I believe this will be the best surgical knife I've ever used." Charlotte put away the two surgical knives, thanked Guy, and turned to leave.

"Doctor, please save my father! I beg you!" A young, urgent voice came from behind.