Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 63: Forget it, I'm Not That Kind of Person

Charlotte continued to flip through the diary.

"The weather isn't great today. It must be windy in the wasteland, with sand particles filling the air. Bleh!

Another person came seeking to quit magical drugs. It's the fat owner of the jewelry shop on Baka Street. He's quite wealthy but his health is deteriorating. Worried that his three wives might fall into someone else's hands, he made up his mind to quit.

One would be a fool not to make money when they have the chance. I used green-haired mice, three-eyed cockroaches, silver-winged bats, and giant red earthworms... ground them, and mixed them to create three bottles of potion. I named it 'Magical Drug Aversion Potion' and sold it for 5,200 copper coins.

Don't think too much about it; it's just a placebo. There's no such thing as a magical drug aversion potion in this world."

Charlotte turned to the next page.

"The weather is still not good today.

But that's not important. The fat owner came back yesterday and said that the potion I gave him had remarkable effects. After drinking it, he would vomit at the mere smell of magical drugs and had no desire to drink anymore. He plans to order ten more bottles.

I can't quite figure it out. I made an extra two thousand copper coins out of guilt."

He turned another page.

"The weather is nice today.

The fat owner didn't come, but his coachman did.

The fat owner passed away, saying he had been suffering from vomiting and diarrhea since returning home yesterday, and his weak body couldn't handle it.

I guess it's probably because the potion wasn't right. That concoction of mine, claiming to help quit magical drugs, is just nonsense. But logically speaking, it shouldn't be lethal either.

Luckily, he didn't come to blame me for selling fake medicine; he came to inform me of his funeral banquet.

Received 300 silver coins as a token of gratitude.

The food was not bad.

Oh boy, his three wives are all more beautiful than the other. And the concubine is a succubus. I'm wondering who will inherit this lucrative shop in the future.

Did that concubine just give me a seductive look at the altar?

Forget it, I'm not that kind of person.

This potion is toxic. It can't be used to treat patients addicted to magical drugs."

Charlotte flipped back two pages, fixing his gaze on the potion formula.

This placebo, named the 'Magical Drug Aversion Potion,' seemed to have a good effect in suppressing drug cravings. That's why the fat owner repurchased ten bottles the next day.

However, whether it was the fat owner's weak constitution or a problem with the potion itself, he died on the third day.

Green-haired mice, three-eyed cockroaches, silver-winged bats, giant red earthworms... These ingredients were readily available and used by Charlotte for concocting cleansing and hemostatic potions. They were regularly stocked in the warehouse.

Although these things looked creepy, the potions made from them were usually for external use and had no toxicity.

The original creator might have mixed it randomly, but they wouldn't intentionally create a poisonous potion.

However, he didn't expect that this potion, which gathered extraordinary ingredients from the sky, ground, caves, soil, and water, would have a suppressive effect on magical drug addiction.

At that time, he was even a bit scared.

If news of this reached the Jadeson family's ears, they would surely come and kill him.

Fortunately, the fat owner died on the third day.

Not many people knew about this.

As for whether the potion was truly ineffective or just a fake, it remained to be verified.

Charlotte used to fear retaliation from the Jadeson family, but now he was no longer afraid.

It was an open secret in the Abyss that Carol wanted to kill him.

If he could truly develop the 'Magical Drug Aversion Potion,' it would not only benefit those persecuted by the Jadeson family but also fundamentally shake the foundation on which the Jadeson family stood.

A bold plan sprouted in his mind.

Since Carol wanted to kill him and he couldn't afford to provoke the Jadeson family, why not turn the tables on them?

Closing the diary, Charlotte walked out of the study.

Ivan struggled to sit upright in his chair, gripping the armrest tightly with his right hand. Veins bulged on his forehead, and beads of sweat rolled down as if he were enduring intense pain.

"Is the drug addiction acting up?" Charlotte asked, looking at him.

"Yes," Ivan managed to say, his voice strained and his mouth filled with bloodstains from his clenched teeth.

"Magical drug addiction is both an illness and not an illness. Even the various medical clinics have no way to cure it, as you should know," Charlotte calmly stated.

The light in Ivan's eyes dimmed instantly, and his strength drained from his body, almost causing him to slide off the chair.

Ever since he discovered that he had been tricked into drinking magical drugs, he had sought help from several major medical clinics.

But there was no cure for magical drug addiction, and even the healing magic was powerless against it, leading him to his current state.

He had come here today, holding onto a glimmer of hope.

It seemed that this doctor was also unable to help.

"However, I stumbled upon a prescription that might be worth a try. But the potency of this potion is intense, and the side effects are significant. Are you willing to use it?" Charlotte asked.

Ivan suddenly looked up, his eyes burning with determination as he stared intensely at Charlotte. He said firmly, "I am willing!"

"If you can't handle the potency of the potion, you might die," Charlotte said solemnly.

"I don't have much time left in my current condition. When the drug addiction becomes uncontrollable, I was already prepared to take my own life with my child. I cannot sell Dora to that beast, Ciba, and let her suffer in this world," Ivan's expression was exceptionally resolute.

Charlotte looked at him in silence for a moment, then nodded and said, "Very well, wait here, I'll prepare the potion for you."

Following the formula in the diary, Charlotte quickly concocted a pot of thick black potion.

The pungent smell wafted through the air, and just smelling it made Charlotte nauseous several times. Luckily, he hadn't eaten breakfast yet, or it would have been a wasted meal.

He now had some doubts that this substance not only suppressed magical drug addiction but also greatly affected one's appetite.

Out of caution, Charlotte bottled the potion in half-doses.

From this pot, he filled eight bottles.

The fat owner died violently after drinking it for three days. Now, Ivan was in this condition. Charlotte could only attempt to save a dying horse as a living horse doctor. Whether he could survive or not would depend on his resilience.

"Boss, why are you brewing something so early in the morning? It stinks..." Vivian, who had finished washing up, came downstairs, holding her nose. When she saw Ivan sitting in the chair, she froze and immediately closed her mouth.

This orc-like appearance seemed to indicate magical drug addiction. Wasn't the boss refusing to treat patients with magical drug addiction these past few days? Why did he let one in today before even starting a regular business?

Vivian looked at Charlotte with a puzzled expression, seeking his help.

Ignoring her, Charlotte walked straight towards Ivan, holding a half-filled bottle of potion. He said, "Come, try one bottle first."

Ivan took the potion from Charlotte and brought it to his lips. The foul smell assaulted his nostrils, causing him to gag and almost vomit. But he didn't hesitate, he tilted his head back and drank the potion in one gulp.

"Oh, by the way, tell me the detailed address of your residence. If anything happens, I will take care of your daughter," Charlotte took the bottle of potion from Ivan's hand and asked.

Ivan looked up at Charlotte, tears shimmering in his eyes, and quickly said, "Eighth Alley, Ivan's Tailor Shop on Dragov Street... urgh..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ivan doubled over and began violently retching into the nearby trash can.

Charlotte tactically retreated.

"Boss, what's going on?" Vivian approached and asked in a low voice.

"Testing the potion," Charlotte replied in a similarly hushed tone.