Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 117: Burn the Heretic!

Charlotte reached under the blanket and took out the Black Stone, turning on the screen.

[Merchant: The first wave of hype for the Magic Repulsion Potion has begun, and the current effect is good. I will sell it at 100 gold coins per bottle for a while, and one month later, I will start to lower the price.]

Charlotte carefully counted three times and confirmed that it was 100 gold coins. He couldn't help but exclaim in awe.

"Damn!"

"100 gold coins per bottle, and it's still selling well?"

"I don't get it."

[Miracle: Okay.]

Charlotte replied with a message, although he rented to ask about the profits and distribution, he held back.

A person can be poor, but at least they can't let netizens know, right?

Taking a few deep breaths, Charlotte's mood finally calmed down reluctantly.

The ability of the merchant to sell the Magic Repulsion Potion at 100 gold coins and maintain good sales was beyond doubt.

By choosing him as a partner, Charlotte could earn a share without doing anything, which was the best scenario.

However, he didn't know how much money he would get after deducting the 3,000 gold coins debt to the Judge.

Furthermore, how exactly did the merchant hype up the Magic Repulsion Potion? Did they plaster the streets of Calva with advertisements? Or did they have some rich second-generation magic addicts come forward with their testimonies?

After daydreaming about how he would spend the large sum of money he would get from his share, Charlotte couldn't help but laugh foolishly for a while.

But soon, he snapped back to reality.

The share mentioned by the merchant was not the total sales amount but the net profit after deducting various costs.

Running the operation required money, the distributor needed a cut, pacifying the magic traffickers to keep them from causing trouble required money, and appeasing various factions to prevent them from coveting the profits also required money...

There were many places where money had to be spent in this business.

In the end, how much he would receive remained an unknown variable.

It might take a miracle for him to be able to repay the 3,000 gold coins debt to the Judge.

The daydream suddenly didn't feel so good anymore.

He began to think about how to take advantage of the one-month window of the Magic Repulsion Potion's super-high price to remove this tumor called Jardson from the Abyss.

The miraculous potion that could cure magic addiction, priced at 100 gold coins, would be a very weighty bargaining chip for the Black Magic Guards.

He needed to make time to meet with Diana and Roland tomorrow. Their plan should also start to take action.

Charlotte opened the attribute panel:

[Player: Charlotte]

[Occupation: Knight, Doctor, Alchemist]

[Level: Knight Apprentice: 1600/2000

Alchemist Apprentice: 614/2000]

[Wealth Value: 31230]

[Occupation Skills:

Wound Cleaning and Medicine Change: Advanced: 280/4000

Skin Wound Suturing: Advanced: 920/4000

Radius Bone Fracture Open Reduction and Internal Fixation: Primary: 360/1000

Appendectomy: Primary: 200/1000]

...

[Special Skills: Hemostatic Potion Refining: Primary: 410/1000

Moist Essence Liquid Refining: Primary: 400/1000

Anesthetic Potion Refining: Primary: 240/1000

Draw Sword Technique: Primary: 990/1000

Whirlwind Slash: Primary: 940/1000

Flash of Insight: Primary: 890/1000]

[Main Quest: None!]

[Long-term Quest: Purge the Magically Corrupted and Restart the World! Quest Reward: Epic-grade Item!]

[Side Quest: Annihilate the Jardson Family! Quest Completion Reward: 10,000 Copper Coins; Rare-grade Item!]

[Favorability Panel: Not Yet Opened]

Charlotte glanced through various attributes. Although the alchemy proficiency had improved, it was still far from leveling up.

The highest proficiency was only 410 points for the Hemostatic Potion, and there was still a long way to go to reach the intermediate level.

However, the good news was that he had accumulated 31,230 wealth points, which meant he could exchange for three bottles of Powerful Potion.

Opening the system's shop, Charlotte looked at the lonely Powerful Potion and clicked on "Exchange."

After receiving three bottles of Powerful Potion, he didn't hesitate to drink one.

The familiar warm sensation spread throughout his body, and the feeling of increased strength made him unwilling to stop.

The tiredness of the day also dissipated.

At this moment, he was full of energy and had no sleepiness at all.

With the strength increase of 300kg, his strength had reached 1900kg, just one bottle of Powerful Potion away from breaking through to a Junior Knight.

While others relied on eating huge meals, intense weightlifting, and hard training to slowly increase their strength, he achieved it all by popping pills. In less than a month, he went from a weakling with no strength to a Junior Knight.

This... was simply too amazing!

After taking a cold shower and changing his clothes, Charlotte didn't go to bed but headed straight to the laboratory. With so much energy, he'd rather spend time refining more potions, increasing his proficiency, and earning more money.

The cooperation with Harry regarding the potions had been settled. For basic potions like the Hemostatic Potion, there was no need to worry about sales.

...

Near the Eastern Giant Lamp Lighthouse in Calva, there stood a majestic building made of white stones.

At the pinnacle of the circular tower was the symbol of the Physician's Association, the Cross.

This was the sacred temple in the hearts of all physicians on the Isor continent.

A thousand years ago, with the founding of Calva, several medical magic users from different races established the Physician's Association here with the initial purpose of standardizing the medical industry and establishing a more professional and systematic physician training mechanism.

With the establishment of the Calva Medical College, batches of students with talents in life magic entered the college and grew to become physicians capable of healing and saving lives.

After graduation, they scattered across the Isor continent to set up their medical clinics.

At the same time, the model of the Calva Medical College was also promoted throughout the Isor continent, and various races began to establish their medical colleges to cultivate more physicians.

It could be said that the medical system on the Isor continent was established under the guidance of the Physician's Association.

So the Physician's Association held a lofty position among the physician community, a position that even transcended racial boundaries.

The medical license issued by the Physician's Association was recognized by all races, and physicians had to undergo multiple assessments to obtain the license. All physicians operating medical clinics had to be licensed.

However, since Harold became the head of the Physician's Association two hundred years ago, the association started to deviate from its original purpose.

Cracking down on dissidents and favoring relatives were just the basics.

Originally, the position of the alchemists, who were assistants to physicians, was marginalized, and the Calva Medical College even canceled the Alchemy School, retaining only some basic courses.

The religious belief in the Goddess of Life was elevated infinitely, and Harold even self-proclaimed as a divine messenger of the Goddess of Life, making a grand show of his procession.

Due to this, the Elves protested, but it eventually led to nothing.

With his fanatical religious belief, Harold held an extremely high position in the minds of the physicians, as if he were a deity.

In the brightly lit hall, wearing luxurious golden saint robes and a golden crown, Harold sat high on a platform several meters high, overlooking the elders sitting on both sides below.

In the middle of the hall, the hunchbacked weasel swallowed saliva and continued, "Lord Chairman, the situation is like this.

This guy, Charlotte, has consecutively used surgery to revive those abandoned by the gods. He must be a demon's apostle in the mortal world.

I implore the Physician's Association to take action, arrest him, and execute him by hanging!"

Being stared at by a group of bigwigs, he couldn't be calm.

The weasel couldn't have expected that just coming to report a minor incident would lead him to the Physician's Association hall and let him meet the legendary Lord Chairman and the elders.

However, since the Physician's Association attached so much importance, Charlotte was undoubtedly doomed.

No one could stop it this time!

The hall was quiet, and Harold didn't speak, and the other elders also remained silent.

The name Charlotte Clayton had not been mentioned here for over three years.

Everyone knew that this name was taboo, especially when combined with the Clayton surname.

Thirty years ago, on this very hall, that young and talented couple had severely challenged the authority of the Lord Chairman, almost toppling him from his position.

Of course, later on, the Lord Chairman had proven with facts that his position was unshakable.

The young geniuses had ultimately become souls under the claws of the monsters.

And their child, in the field of life magic, even displayed talents surpassing his father's.

With the support of the city lord behind him and the protection of his family, he became a shining light in the Calva Medical College, the youngest senior life magic mage in a hundred years.

He had a bright future ahead of him, and many people believed he would continue to progress and eventually become a ninth-level great mage, taking over Harold's position.

However, just one year after graduating from medical college, the shocking news of a terrifying surgical incident involving him surfaced.

He performed surgery on patients diagnosed as abandoned by the gods, resulting in the death of those patients.

And there were numerous such incidents.

Charlotte fell from grace in an instant.

After the Physician's Association intervened in the investigation, they revoked his medical license. Following the deliberation of the elders, the verdict was a death sentence by hanging.

The vote took place in this hall, and all the elders present participated in the vote. Eventually, with 6 votes in favor, 2 against, and 2 abstentions, Charlotte received his sentence.

Because of the city lord's intervention and after various consultations, the final decision was to abolish Charlotte's magical source and imprison him for a year before expelling him from Calva.

Three years had passed, and now hearing about him again, no one expected that he had opened a clinic in the Abyss and continued to treat patients using both alchemy and his wicked surgical methods.

What was even more unsettling was that he had managed to revive two abandoned by the gods.

Second Elder Lucian said indignantly, "Chairman, Charlotte shows no remorse, but instead intensified his actions, openly operating a clinic in the Abyss without a license, persecuting patients with wicked means, and even reviving those abandoned by the gods.

He must be worshipping demons and has become an apostle of evil!

I believe we should send someone to arrest him, conduct a public trial, and burn him alive at the stake!"

"That's right, this kid has no reverence for the Goddess of Life. Such heretics should be burned to death!" Third Elder Chester added in agreement.

Several other elders also voiced their agreement.

Harold's expression remained neutral, like that of an emperor.

"This matter requires careful consideration. The Abyss is a place where there are not many highly skilled physicians, and misdiagnosis is not impossible. It's too rash to convict someone based solely on the words of this yellow rat wolf.

The purpose of our Physician's Association is to save more patients, not to be a court or a prison," said First Elder Adolf, sitting in the first place below the platform.