Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 110: I'm Afraid of Pain, You Know

"No, it's for my assistant," Charlotte glanced in the direction of the door.

Vivian, who was standing at the door, waved her hand at them to signal them.

"I see. No problem," Guy let out a sigh of relief. If the surgical knife that Charlotte had customized broke so quickly, it would be a big embarrassment for him.

Charlotte handed the blueprints of the surgical knife and suturing needles to Guy and arranged to pick them up in three days.

As for the price, it would be the same as last time.

Guy said he would give the suturing needles for free, but Charlotte insisted on paying 1000 copper coins for them.

The smaller and more delicate the object, the more forging skills and time it required, and Charlotte understood that well.

Although they were familiar with each other, Charlotte still had to pay for the goods.

"Have you had any more seizures these days?" Before leaving, Charlotte whispered to Klee.

"So far, I haven't had any more. But whenever I think of that thing, I feel nauseous," Klee replied in a low voice. His admiration and gratitude towards Charlotte were beyond words.

"Then enjoy your new life," Charlotte patted his shoulder with a smile and left.

"Boss, the weak dwarf, did you save him?" Vivian asked quietly on the carriage.

She could tell at a glance that the man had been tormented into such a state due to his addiction to magic medicine.

"Yes," Charlotte nodded slightly, "That young boy is his son, named Ab. He's a very sensible child."

"You've saved another family. That's great," Vivian looked at Charlotte with admiration in her eyes.

It was different from the stories she had heard from teachers in medical school about heroic warriors who defeated dragons, cured serious illnesses for kings, and single-handedly changed the course of battles.

In Charlotte's small clinic, Vivian encountered more real and down-to-earth stories.

She was well aware that her mentality had undergone a tremendous change.

In the eyes of medical students trained in medical school, their service targets were nobles, landlords, and business magnates. Their future circles consisted of doctors with lofty status and huge wealth.

The poor?

They had long overlooked the existence of the poor as servants of God, using exorbitant prices to discourage them.

But now, she no longer believed that was right.

A true doctor should be like Charlotte.

Every life they saved might also save an unfortunate family.

Such significance far outweighed the growth and accumulation of wealth, as well as those hypocritical balls and banquets.

Charlotte wasn't as good at divergent thinking as Vivian. The carriage stopped in front of Harry's grocery store, and he asked Vivian to wait in the carriage while he went into the store.

"A regular customer, Doctor Charlotte. What are you here to buy today?" Old Harry sat up from his recliner, smiling as he asked.

"Do you have any anesthetic potions? The kind that can make people lose consciousness for a while," Charlotte asked.

"Oh, so you've set your sights on a certain lady? Can't get her, so you want to resort to force?" Harry approached with a gossipy look on his face.

Charlotte ignored the old troublemaker and calmly said, "It's for the patients. After all, some patients have severe injuries and need an anesthetic to relieve their pain."

"Well, this sedative potion, after drinking it, you'll immediately lose consciousness. It suits your needs. However, there are some side effects. After waking up, you'll feel dizzy and have a headache, and during the coma, you'll be quite active," Harry took a bottle of pink potion from the medicine cabinet in the middle, "We're old acquaintances, so it'll be 1500 copper coins for a bottle."

Charlotte took the potion and held it up to the light. It was a pink turbid liquid. When he opened the bottle, a strong cheap perfume smell wafted into his nostrils.

"This scent is quite strong," Charlotte frowned.

"Huh, you need to mix it with strong liquor," Harry chuckled awkwardly.

"Take a look at this bottle," Charlotte took out a bottle of colorless transparent liquid from his pocket and placed it on the counter.

"What's this?"

"It's an anesthetic potion, my latest creation."

Harry examined the potion in the light. It was a completely transparent and clear liquid, like a bottle of water.

Then he opened the bottle and gently waved his hand over the opening, revealing a very subtle fragrance that was hard to detect without careful sniffing.

"How effective is it?" Harry became interested.

"I used it on a patient this morning, half a bottle's worth. The patient was a big half-orc who had been shot with four arrows and had a wooden skewer pierced through his foot. After drinking it, it took effect in one minute and he fell asleep in three minutes. He didn't have any reaction during the entire surgery and had no adverse effects upon waking up," Charlotte explained.

"This is a great thing! Truly amazing," Harry exclaimed in amazement. After a while, he finally put down the bottle of potion and looked at Charlotte, asking, "How much do you plan to sell it for?"

"For patient use, I charge 1000 copper coins per bottle. Since we're so familiar with each other, let's say 1000 copper coins for you," Charlotte said.

Harry became anxious, "We're so familiar, and you're giving me the retail price?"

"The patients are my bread and butter, and you're my friend. I'll give it to you at their price. Isn't that considerate enough? Your low-quality sedative potion was priced at 1500," Charlotte retorted.

Harry: ...

He realized that something unusual had happened. Recently, Charlotte seemed to have gained a lot of eloquence, and even he couldn't outwit him.

"600 copper coins per bottle, and I'll buy 100 bottles from you," Harry proposed a new offer.

"Deal," Charlotte nodded.

Harry: ...

That was hasty! He called the price too high!

Harry felt like his heart was bleeding.

"However, I have a condition. I can allow you to sell this anesthetic potion, but you must ensure that it won't be used as a sedative," Charlotte looked at Harry with a serious expression.

"I know your eyes are sharp enough to see through people's intentions."

"You also know that I run a business here to make money. How can I choose my customers?" Harry frowned.

"We can earn clean money too. This potion is a lifesaver in the hands of patients. But if it's used to harm innocent girls, I won't earn that money," Charlotte's attitude was firm.

After thinking it over seriously, Harry reluctantly nodded.

"Fine, I'll go along with your plan. But I can only order 20 bottles for now. If they sell well, I'll increase the order. If they don't sell, you'll have to buy them back from me."

"No problem," Charlotte agreed.

After glancing at the shelves filled with various potions, Charlotte added, "How much is your cost price for this hemostatic potion? I can supply it to you, guaranteeing better quality than what you currently have."

"This intermediate-level hemostatic potion sells for 200 copper coins, and the wholesale price is 100 copper coins," Harry took a bottle of red potion from the shelf.

Charlotte shook the potion in his hand and then took out a small knife from the side. He grabbed Harry's hand and made a cut on his finger, then poured the hemostatic potion on it.

The bleeding from the fresh wound quickly stopped, leaving only a scar that showed signs of slow healing.

"What are you doing?" Harry pulled his hand back, his face filled with pain.

"I'm testing the potion."

"But couldn't you use your hand?"

"I'm afraid of pain, you know."

"Damn it!"