Chapter 93: Doctor, You Died Miserably!

Chapter 93: Doctor, You Died Miserably!

With the details settled Roland quickly put on his hood and discreetly left through the back door.

Charlotte privately asked about Ivan and his daughter's condition and was relieved to hear that they were fine and temporarily staying at the Duru Manor.

Back in his room, he took out two money bags from his pocket and poured out six shiny gold coins, creating a delightful sound as they collided.

"Rich people's money is indeed easy to earn." Charlotte weighed the gold coins in his hand and resisted the urge to take a bite.

Diana paid Roland the consultation fee according to his standards, which made him feel respected and appreciate the value of his knowledge.

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The system's voice sounded.

Charlotte looked at the six extra silver coins in his hand, and his smile grew even brighter.

Is there anything more wonderful in this world than making money?

Putting away the money, Charlotte opened the system's store and directly exchanged the newly acquired 60,000 wealth points for six bottles of Powerful Potion.

The battle with the Wolverine two nights ago had dealt a heavy blow to Charlotte's slightly inflated ego.

Being completely overwhelmed by absolute strength, he could only rely on luck to seize a glimmer of hope when facing the Wolverine.

He was too weak right now.

This urgent need to improve his strength made him single-mindedly focus on making money.

With the six bottles of Powerful Potion in hand, Charlotte locked the room door, undressed, and entered the bathroom.

One bottle after another, in the blink of an eye, all six bottles of Powerful Potion went into his stomach.

A miracle happened.

His whole body turned red as if flames were raging inside him, even smoke came out of his nostrils.

After about ten minutes, the burning sensation subsided, and he felt as if he had just steamed in a 105-degree sauna. The process was hard to describe, but he felt particularly comfortable afterward.

Charlotte quickly checked his body parts. The six-pack abs he had before had turned into eight-pack abs, like neatly arranged pieces of chocolate, with an impressive appearance.

The sudden surge of strength in his body made him feel like he could punch a cow to death.

One punch at 1600 kg, it should be no problem to kill a cow.

His muscle density had increased, but his body size hadn't significantly changed.

Charlotte judged that this should be his optimal physique. In the future, his strength would only continue to refine his muscle strength and endurance, without drastically altering his body shape.

A knight doesn't have to be bigger and bulkier. Those muscle-bound brutes who can't even take off their clothes can never become excellent knights.

That means you have many defensive blind spots and are easily targeted by agile assassins who can find your weaknesses and kill you with a single strike.

He rinsed off the dirt and bloodstains from his body with cold water, changed into clean clothes, and lay on a recliner in the villa's yard. He closed his eyes and basked in the warm autumn sun. The sunlight seeped through the cracks of the abyss, landing on his body.

After so many days in the abyss, he was experiencing sunbathing for the first time.

He inexplicably felt moved and wanted to shed tears.

Is this the privilege of the wealthy?

"Meow~" Anna made a perfunctory meow.

After experiencing the outside world these past two days, she was no longer interested in Charlotte's small favors.

"Well, we'll have a chance to go back home someday, and then we'll see if you're craving some dried fish." Charlotte laughed.

"Go back home? When are we going back?" Vivian, who was about to continue gnawing on the duck leg, looked up and nervously looked at Charlotte. "Are we leaving now? Are we not staying for a few more days? I think it's nice here, and the landlady is nice."

"Do you think she's nice? You're drooling over her duck leg, you glutton!" Charlotte rolled his eyes, not wanting to expose her, and said, "Mrs. Landlady is busy repairing the house for us. It won't be long before we can go back."

"So, are we not going to run the clinic during this time? Many patients come to you every day for treatment. If the clinic is closed, what will happen to them..." Vivian slowly put down the duck leg in her hand, a worried expression appearing on her face. "They don't have the money to go to a big medical clinic, will they die?"

Charlotte frowned, unable to help but consider Vivian's question.

Most of the patients who came to his clinic were poor, and they couldn't afford the exorbitant medical fees at the large medical clinics.

In the depths of the medical abyss, where the medical clinic was extremely scarce, many injuries would have a high mortality rate if not treated promptly.

Most of the patients the clinic received each day needed their wounds to be treated, except for a few with minor ailments.

Now that the clinic was closed, those patients had nowhere to seek medical help. The outcome was predictable.

After all, Charlotte used to be a veterinarian, and his sense of responsibility towards patients was not as strong as Vivian's.

How long would it take to rebuild the medical clinic? Shouldn't the clinic continue to operate until the house was ready?

He knew that he already had the answer in his heart.

This was not just about making money and improving his skills; it was also about treating and saving lives.

"I'll go out for a while and see if there are any suitable shops on Baka Street. We can rent one from the landlady temporarily and reopen the clinic," Charlotte said to Vivian.

"Okay." Vivian's face lit up with a smile, then she whispered, "Are we still staying here tonight? Can we have breakfast and dinner here?

Charlotte found Buddy and shared his thoughts.

Buddy immediately drove him to Baka Street, showing a very positive attitude.

"Dr. Charlotte, I've had all the items from your clinic moved to the shop across the street. That shop is currently vacant, so if it suits you, you can temporarily open a clinic there." Buddy said outside the car.

"That would be great." Charlotte nodded eagerly.

The vacant shop across the street...

He immediately thought of the goblin tailor who died in the street, brutally hammered to death in public, on the day he first met Diana. If he guessed correctly, that should be the empty tailor shop.

How miserable...

But it was convenient, he could simply put up a notice in front of the clinic so that patients wouldn't have trouble finding the place.

The carriage slowly stopped in front of the shop across the street.

Charlotte got off the carriage, about to go into the shop with Buddy to take a look and see how to rearrange it, so they could start operating again tomorrow.

"Doctor, your death was so tragic. How could you leave without even seeing me for the last time? Who... who killed you, the kind and handsome you..." An emotional wail came from across the street, stopping Charlotte in his tracks.

He looked closely and saw the progress of the construction was impressive. The original clinic had been demolished, leaving only a pile of rubble, and several dwarven craftsmen were clearing the debris.

A gorgeously dressed woman sat collapsed in front of the ruins, crying her heart out.