Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World - Chapter 186：Then let's have a sword duel with him!
Unlike Vivian on the side, who has already taken out her big bowl of dry rice, getting ready to dig in.
A large pot of dry pot rabbit was served on the table, and the bright red chili segments were quite eye-catching.
Sprinkled with roasted sesame, the rabbit meat was a bright red color, with a rich meaty aroma and a hint of smokiness, giving it a unique flavor that was very tempting.
“I’m going to eat now!” Vivian, with three bowls of rice in front of her, raised her chopsticks and said excitedly.
“Go ahead.” Charlotte untied his apron and sat down, nodding and smiling.
It’s all thanks to Vivian that they get to enjoy this rabbit.
Vivian picked up a piece of rabbit meat and fed it into her mouth.
The smoked rabbit meat was firmer compared to fresh rabbit meat, losing its tender texture but gaining a satisfying chewiness.
The spicy flavor infused into the rabbit meat, becoming more fragrant with each bite, accompanied by a hint of smokiness, making it a perfect complement to rice.
After swallowing a piece of rabbit meat, she took a big mouthful of fragrant rice.
The intense sense of satisfaction was unparalleled, nothing could compare to it, not even a soft loaf of bread.
One piece of meat, one mouthful of rice, the rhythm mustn’t be disrupted, the more she ate, the more delicious it became.
Watching Vivian eat, there was always a sense of overflowing happiness, the food was just too delicious.
After tasting a piece of rabbit meat, she was initially stimulated by the spiciness, her eyes welling up with tears, but she was quickly conquered by the deliciousness.
As Kasha exhaled and inhaled, she couldn’t help but pick up another piece of rabbit meat and put it in her mouth.
She had a rather amusing appearance.
After dinner, Charlotte went to the alchemy room to start making intermediate hemostatic potions and cleansing potions.
Vivian could only make beginner-level hemostatic potions and cleansing potions for now.
Due to the increasing demand for intermediate emergency kits, Charlotte had to personally produce a batch of potions every night to replenish the supply.
Of course, he didn’t find it tiring at all; instead, he felt a strong sense of happiness.
With a high success rate in potion making, the profit margin for the pharmacy’s products was extremely high. For example, the profit margin for hemostatic potions had reached 90%.
Currently, the pharmacy was thriving, with potions making up a significant portion of the business.
When he had free time tomorrow, Charlotte planned to visit Harry’s grocery store.
He would pawn the accumulated equivalent items in his hand and also inquire about the sales of potions to see if there was a need for restocking.
Customers like Harry, who bulk purchased, also needed to be maintained.
He even wanted to visit other grocery stores in the Abyss that sold potions to see if he could find more downstream distributors.
He wanted to become strong, and relying solely on sword training wouldn’t work.
He had to work hard and earn money!
Earning 1 gold coin would be easier than improving his strength by 100 kg through training.
He was very aware of this fact.
The richer he became, the stronger he would be. He held the power of wealth.
Without increasing the unit price of surgeries or expanding the clinic, the clinic’s revenue had already reached a bottleneck. He urgently needed to find new areas of growth.
“Boss, someone is knocking on the door outside.”
Just as Charlotte finished making a pot of hemostatic potion, Vivian, with a worried expression, rushed in through the door.
“You package the potions, no matter what you hear, stay in the alchemy room and don’t come out,” Charlotte told her, walked out of the alchemy room, and closed the door.
Indeed, there was a knocking sound outside the door.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
One sound after another, not fast nor slow, it sounded particularly eerie in the silent night.
“Amos?” A possibility flashed through Charlotte’s mind. He already held a frozen spell charm in his hand and cautiously approached the door, asking, “Who is it? The clinic is not open at night, come back tomorrow morning!”
“It’s me.” The voice outside the door was slightly deep.
But Charlotte instantly recognized who it was—the vampire with rotten teeth.
Charlotte opened the door and looked at the vampire hanging upside down on the door, his expression unchanged.
“Where are my teeth?” Monte grinned, revealing his missing fangs.
“The custom-made crowns aren’t ready yet. It’s only the second day, come back tomorrow night,” Charlotte said calmly.
“Another day of waiting?” Monte’s expression immediately collapsed, and he said with a sad face, “Do you know how I’ve been these past few days? I’m a vampire and I ended up eating grass! Look at how hungry I am, I’m almost skin and bone.”
Charlotte stared at him for a moment and said, “After two days of eating vegetables, your teeth have become a lot cleaner. It seems like you should continue eating more vegetables in the future.”
“Eat more?!”
“The teeth are yours, eat it or not, anyhow if they go bad, just extract the nerves and get false teeth, it’s not me who will suffer from the pain,” Charlotte said calmly.
Thinking about the satisfying feeling of pulling out the nerves the other day, Monte couldn’t help but shudder and quickly closed his mouth.
Forget it, for the sake of dental health, he would… eat a little bit every day.
However, this matter must not be known to others, otherwise, he would become the first joke among the vampire clan.
“By this time tomorrow, I’ll be back again. You better have my teeth ready, otherwise…” Monte smiled coldly, then flapped his wings and flew away.
Charlotte closed the door and realized that he had to go to Guy’s place tomorrow to pick up the custom-made crowns.
And there’s Vivian’s shadowless lamp, she’s been mentioning it several times already, and considering her increasingly exquisite stitching skills, it’s time to arrange it for her.
“Knock! Knock!”
Just as Charlotte turned around, the knocking sound came again from behind the door.
“Coming back again?” Charlotte frowned, but as soon as he grabbed the doorknob, he stopped suddenly.
The strength and rhythm were different, including the position of the knock, it was different from that vampire.
The magical protective barrier of the house was quite special. The door and window were the entry and exit points.
Once the door was opened from the inside, it meant that there was a gap in the protective barrier, allowing entry and exit.
That’s why when Charlotte goes out, he always asks Vivian and Kasha to lock the doors and windows.
As long as you don’t open the door, the protective barrier remains intact, unless it is forcefully broken, no one can break in.
“Who is it? The clinic is not open at night, come back tomorrow morning,” Charlotte took a step back, holding an ice-sealing spell in his left hand, and looked vigilantly at the front door.
No one responded, but the knocking became more urgent.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
One after another, the door trembled along with it, as if a fierce beast was about to rush in.
This also made Charlotte more certain that the person outside was not a vampire.
A vampire would smash the door in with just two punches.
The noise outside was loud, but it was far from the limit that the magical protective barrier could withstand.
At most, it was a fourth-tier existence.
Finding his way here at this time, it was most likely Amos who noticed that the old butler had not returned.
Charlotte retreated slowly, then quickly went upstairs and looked down from the crack of the second-floor window.
In front of the clinic door, a thin figure covered in a black robe was knocking urgently. He held a stack of talismans in his hand, about a dozen in total.
It was indeed Amos, even though his whole body was covered in a black robe, his thin and emaciated figure could be recognized at a glance.
The consecutive urgent knocks received no response.
Amos began to get more agitated, kicking the door, while selecting the talismans in his hand, seeming to consider which one to use to break the door.
“Master,” Kasha came to the door, listening to the noise downstairs, her expression filled with fear and worry.
“Kasha, go back to your room. Don’t come out no matter what you hear outside,” Charlotte stood up and walked to the door, smiling as he spoke to Kasha.
“But downstairs…” Kasha looked worriedly in the direction of the window.
“It’s okay, I’ll take care of the madman outside. You just go back to your room like a good girl,” Charlotte smiled and patted her head.
“Okay, Master,” Kasha nodded obediently and turned back to her room.
Charlotte looked at the increasingly furious Amos downstairs and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Amos wanted to kill him, but he also wanted to kill Amos.
The intact Judgment Sword lay quietly in the dimensional ring.
How about using it to test him?
