Chapter 145：Do You Want to Die?

Chapter 145:Do You Want to Die?

The Abyss is not large, with a total of twenty-two streets, some of which are nearly deserted. Besides Amman Street, the other streets have no nightlife.

After the Jardson family's downfall, even Nightmare Street and Tova Street were devoid of people. Roland wouldn't arrange for anyone to sell magic potions to them at night. The supply was limited and only available in the mornings.

Charlotte passed by Tova Street and saw that almost half of the street had collapsed. The rumor about it being eaten by the Red Moon on that night was not unfounded.

The Siba's Tavern located on the street corner had also been destroyed, leaving only two sections of broken walls.

What surprised him was that there was a light on in Ian's small house.

The tailor shop sign had been cleaned and it seemed like it was preparing to reopen.

The dim light inside the house wasn't bright in the darkness, but it felt exceptionally warm, like a flame of hope.

Charlotte smiled knowingly and climbed over the wall, entering the next alley.

Many things, once done, would become meaningful.

That's how life is.

Charlotte, who intended to do some good deeds, wandered through seven or eight streets and scared off two small thieves who attempted to break into houses.

He found it hard to adapt to the low crime rate in this Abyss for a while.

But it was only when he overheard two individuals discussing finding a wealthy lamb to rob to get some money for buying magic potions the next day, that he realized he was thinking too much.

There weren't many people on the streets today purely because the impact brought by the recent invasion of monsters was too great, making it feel unsafe to wander outside. They preferred to stay at home for a few days.

Scum values their lives.

There's nothing much to mention about the details of the fight against the two orc warriors.

Even though Charlotte walked out openly and agreed to fight alongside them, they couldn't withstand his sword for more than ten moves.

What disappointed him was that there was hardly anything of value on these two orcs. Only a few copper coins, a broken stone club, and a stone axe.

They were truly impoverished.

However, it wasn't a complete loss. The battle with the two orcs helped improve his combat skills to a certain extent.

As he walked and fought, his control over his body gradually became more fluid.

The potent potion that enhanced strength had minimal side effects on the body. It only increased his strength by half, but to make full use of all his strength, an adaptation process was necessary.

That was why he took the risk of going out for a stroll late at night.

He didn't expect to completely master all his powers tonight, but at least it shouldn't affect his surgery tomorrow morning. The hand that would hold the surgical knife needed to be steady enough.

He is like a black ghost wandering in the streets and alleys of the abyss, avoiding the powerful aura sensed from afar and not provoking.

For some weak individuals with ulterior motives, he chooses to strike with a heavy fist.

It wasn't until the latter half of the night that he quietly returned to the hospital and flipped through the window on the second floor back to his room.

Taking off her black robe, Charlotte applied two bottles of cleaning agents to the terrifying wound on his chest, then poured out two bottles of hemostatic agents, took out the suture needle, and began to sew himself up in the mirror.

Tonight, I went out for a night stroll and experienced eight battles, among which the strongest one was a one-eyed wolf Orc who was committing rape.

He admitted that he was still a bit too arrogant, and seeing that the other person was disabled, he felt he had a certain degree of confidence.

But this third-level one-eyed wolf still put him through some hardships.

He almost used all the combat techniques he had learned from the judge, and even his not-very-agile body fought against it for half an hour.

Finally, with the help of the ghostly body technique and a combo that could not be defended, the one-eyed wolf head was beheaded.

The chest injury is due to him.

In terms of the thrilling level of the battle, it is not inferior to the fight against the hyena last night.

Of course, this is also the price he paid for practicing swordsmanship with that one-eyed wolf.

Otherwise, you only need to take an ice seal spell and cut off its head accordingly.

Sharpening her teeth and cutting the stitching, Charlotte glanced at her attribute panel.

[Player: Charlotte]

[Profession: Knight, Doctor, Pharmacist]

At that time, he lamented the fall of a genius.

Little did he expect that three years later, he would reappear in a completely different manner, bringing him even greater shock.

His desolate and desperate expression was completely gone, replaced by determination and vigor.

Yesterday morning brought even greater shock to him.

Over a hundred victims of the monster invasion were lined up in front of the clinic, including dozens of critically injured patients.

Among them were several severely ill patients, whose condition even made him, an advanced healing mage, feel a headache, and there was even a possibility that they could not be saved.

But Charlotte used two potions to treat the minor injuries and then prioritized the surgeries based on the severity of the injuries, miraculously saving all the patients.

He witnessed those patients walking out of the clinic, the stitching on their wounds visible, not done with magic.

This was truly unbelievable.

He recorded all of this.

Three years ago, Charlotte was blamed and sentenced for causing the death of over a dozen Gods Abandoned due to performing what he called "operations" on patients.

Unexpectedly, three years have passed and he not only did not reflect on his actions but instead opened a clinic in the abyss and openly performed surgeries for patients.

At first, Milo was angry, thinking that Charlotte, as a graduate of the Calva Medical College, was disrespecting the medical profession and the goddess of life with such behavior.

Even after enduring such severe punishment, he still showed no signs of remorse.

But when he saw the injured walking out of the clinic, their faces beaming with grateful smiles for having survived, he began to waver.

If he were in that clinic, he wouldn't have the assurance to save every single person.

But Charlotte managed to do it.

He also overheard the patients discussing the two potions that could cure minor injuries, priced at only 200 copper coins.

200 copper coins, two silver coins - in the past, he wouldn't have bothered to bend down to pick them up, even if they fell right in front of him.

But if any young lady or gentleman nicked a finger and sought him out, with a flick of his magic wand, he would receive 10,000 copper coins.

These poor souls in the abyss wouldn't be able to produce 10,000 copper coins, just like Calva.

Charlotte used the potions worth 200 copper coins to heal their injuries.

Legitimate doctors look down upon potion-makers, and Milo was no exception.

It was the first time he realized how cheap potions could be.

But recently, the widely discussed antidote to magic aversion in Calva cost a million copper coins per bottle.

So, there was a fundamental difference between a genius potion-maker and a fallen physician from the abyss.

Their bargaining abilities differed greatly, as did the products they produced.

Milo took a bite of the soft bread he bought yesterday and his eyes never left the clinic.

Based on Charlotte's current behavior, he found it difficult to determine whether he had become a disciple of the Devil, using the Devil's power to save the wounded.

The Devil's power should drive people mad and bring death, so how could it be used to save lives?

It was illogical, a baseless accusation made by a stupid and wicked weasel.

However, performing surgeries to save lives was considered heretical by the Medical Association.

Charlotte, who once received so much attention, was imprisoned because of it.

Milo knew very well why the President sent him to the abyss.

If an average person who couldn't use healing magic could treat over a hundred wounded in a day, including more than a dozen critical patients, it would be a terrifying blow to the Medical Association!

Even just to maintain the Association's status, Charlotte could not be allowed to stay.

"It's a pity..." Milo sighed softly. His parents were once shining figures as well.

Why must you choose such a risky path?

A broad and heavy sword rested on his shoulder, the terrifying weight causing his shoulder to sink.

"Do you want to die?" a cold voice sounded from behind him.