Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World - Chapter 272：The boss is a good person

Charlotte still looks forward to the shepherd capturing the necromancer, eliminating the danger to the people and reducing the risk of him coming after them.

Whether the necromancer has a way to track curses and find them is still unknown.

Charlotte is unwilling to confront the necromancer. Amos is a good example. Even if he kills the necromancer, there may be serious consequences due to a death curse.

[Miracle: Alright, thank you all for the advice. I’ll have the patient try with a light magic mage first.]

Charlotte has realized that when it comes to the curse of the necromancer, even the knowledgeable members of the Red Moon organization still recommend seeking help from a light magic mage.

Light magic mages are the best choice for removing curses due to their inherent advantage against necromancers.

There are most likely no light magic mages above Level 4 in the Abyss. If he wants to help Marsha, he would have to go to Calva and seek out a powerful light magic mage, such as Professor August at the Calva Magic Academy.

If it’s an ordinary person, as long as the price is right, Professor August should be willing to help.

But Marsha is an undead necromancer. Although she collects undead creatures, there are no distinctions among necromancers. Any necromancer is guilty enough to be executed.

If the curse is not removed and the person is subjected to Divine Light, it would be more harm than good.

It needs to be approached with caution.

As the sky brightens, Vivian comes downstairs with some concern.

“Boss, what should we do about Marsha’s situation?”

“We obviously can’t remove the curse ourselves. We must find a light magic mage,” Charlotte sighed, “Unfortunately, I don’t know any familiar light magic mages.”

Vivian exclaimed, “If her identity as a necromancer is exposed, I’m afraid the first thing the light magic mage would do is eliminate her, right?”

Vivian also thinks that this plan is not very reliable.

“Let’s wait a little longer,” Charlotte didn’t have a better idea for the moment. If all else fails, he will go to Calva and try to find Leo.

He has some connections in Calva.

After having breakfast, they start the business.

Busy throughout the morning, after seeing off the last patient, Charlotte stands at the door and looks at the two figures sitting at the bakery’s entrance with their backs facing the clinic’s entrance.

“Since you’re here, why don’t you come in and have a seat?”

The two men in gray coats, wearing hats and with their faces covered, turn their heads.

“How… How did you recognize us?” Adolf removes the scarf covering his face and asks in astonishment.

“Yeah, we hid so well.” Jacques also looks surprised.

“I could tell at a glance, but I was busy this morning and didn’t have time to expose you.”

Charlotte rolls his eyes. He wonders if they think that covering their faces means no one will recognize them.

“Hehe, we… we were just passing by.” Adolf’s face turns red.

“If you’re just passing by, then I won’t invite you in.” Charlotte nods and gives the impression that he’s about to close the door.

“Wait, wait.” Jacques quickly steps forward and smiles, “Master, my teacher is just here to see you. We saw that you were busy treating patients earlier and didn’t want to disturb you, so we waited outside.”

“Come in and talk.” Charlotte reopens the door and lets Adolf and Jacques come in.

These two are considered the masters in the medical field.

Elder of the Physician Association and the tenth elder. For problems that Vivian’s treatment technique cannot solve, perhaps these two can help.

Adolf wants to take Vivian as his disciple, which means he has leverage to use. He hopes it can save Marsha.

“You guys came again.” Vivian sees them and feels a little nervous, instinctively wanting to run away.

“Good apprentice, Master is here to see you again.” Adolf smiles and looks at Vivian with great satisfaction.

“Who is your apprentice? I… I haven’t agreed yet.” Vivian shakes her head directly and leans against Charlotte, whispering, “Boss, why did you let them in again?”

“Saving someone is more important.” Charlotte gives her a look.

“But… isn’t it inappropriate?” Vivian frowns.

“There’s currently no other way. Just cooperate.” Charlotte is helpless.

“Alright.” Vivian can only nod.

“What’s the problem? Is it because you’re controlled by him behind the scenes? Did you sign some evil contract, or is he holding some secret of yours?” Adolf looks warily at Charlotte, “Tell Master, and Master will speak for you.”

“Yes, Senior Brother will speak for you too.” Jacques chimes in.

“No… that’s not it!” Vivian quickly shakes her head and explains, “The boss is a good person.”

“Why is that?” Adolf asks.

“I have a friend who is injured. If you can heal her, then I will agree to be your disciple.” Vivian says solemnly.

“Injured?” Adolf laughs confidently and pats his chest, “Well, I’m a professional. If you bring your friend, I can help her.”

“Definitely?” Vivian looks at him.

Adolf takes a glance at Charlotte and thinks of Louise. His expression becomes a bit awkward.

And both Charlotte and Vivian couldn’t save patients they couldn’t handle, it may not be that simple.

But in the presence of Vivian, Adolf had boasted too much. It involved his plan to recruit disciples, so he had to stick to it and said with a thick skin, “Yes, bring the person here, and I will take a look.”

“Before the treatment, I must inform you that my friend is a little different,” Vivian says.

“Different?” Adolf frowns, “Could it be your boyfriend?”

“What are you thinking?” Vivian rolls her eyes, “She is a necromancer.”

“A necromancer?!”

This surprises Adolf and Jacques.

“A person your age, can’t you be a little less surprised?” Vivian sighs.

Adolf becomes serious and says, “Necromancers cannot be touched, let alone befriend. My dear apprentice, you’re still young and don’t know how hateful and dangerous necromancers are. Tell Master where the necromancer is, and I will go and capture her and bring her back to Calva for judgment.”

“Yes, junior sister, necromancers are one of the great enemies on the continent of Isor. Many tragedies have been caused by them. They should all be punished.” Jacques indignantly agrees.

Vivian looks at the two, saying seriously, “I understand the danger of necromancers, but my friend is different. She was forced to become a necromancer due to a curse from a necromancer. And she never raises undead from intelligent races, only undead creatures, so the harm she poses is minimal.”

“Are there necromancers like that?” Adolf is surprised.

“Unheard of, I’m afraid she’s using that to deceive you,” Jacques furrows his brow.

“I can prove it. A few nights ago, she came to the clinic for help. I performed surgery on her and removed a black lion, an undead creature formed by condensing undead creatures. She doesn’t have a strong necromantic aura or resentment.” Charlotte explains, “Her name is Marsha, only fourteen years old, from the Lion tribe. She was cursed by a necromancer due to internal conflicts within the tribe and has been wandering in the wild for the past year. I took her in at the alchemy workshop, and last night I asked her to go into the wilderness to gather an herb that can bring clarity to frenzied undead creatures, and she got injured.”

“So, that little girl is quite special.” Adolf contemplates, “Bring her here, let me see.”

“I’ll go.” Vivian turns around and quickly runs upstairs. Soon, she comes down with Marsha, who has a pale complexion. After a morning of busy work, she looks even worse, with a black aura swirling between her eyebrows. She can barely stand, relying on Vivian’s support.

The black cat is clutched under Vivian’s armpit and retreats fearfully at the sight of Adolf and Jacques.

“It’s the necromancer’s aura.”

Both of them immediately sense the uncomfortable aura, but their gaze falls on the black cat clutched under Vivian’s armpit. Most of the aura emanates from the black cat.

Marsha, with a pale complexion, also has faint traces of aura, which is not easily detectable unless one focuses on it.

But with just a glance, Adolf is somewhat surprised.

“She’s cursed by a necromancer?”