Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 55: Utter Absurdity!



Chapter 55: Utter Absurdity!

Andrew's footsteps halted as he felt the gaze of the doctors in the diagnostic room fall upon him. His face turned pale, alternating between shades of blue and white, before finally forcing a smile and turning around.

But his smile seemed forced as if he were crying.

What is this all about?

He should have just stayed in his medical clinic and not come to witness such a spectacle.

Ruth's words were filled with praise, without a single foul word, yet he felt as if he were being scolded.

He recalled the last meeting where he boasted to the doctors under his command about how he had earned an extra thirty thousand copper coins from Ruth. Now his face felt even hotter.

"Well... I'm glad you're okay. I'm also happy for you," Andrew said, looking at Ruth.

You don't believe me?

Isn't that contradicting our boss?

Even if he had a hundred questions in his mind, he had to swallow them back with Roland and the Vice Dean's double affirmation.

He felt a mix of anger and curiosity toward the person named Charlotte. How did she cure an illness that even healing magic couldn't treat?

This wasn't just damaging to his reputation, it also tarnished the reputation of the four major medical clinics in the Abyss.

"Well, thank you," Ruth nodded with a smile. Her gratitude was sincere.

Andrew smiled awkwardly and then slipped away under the watchful gaze of the other physicians.

After Andrew left, the unrelated physicians also left the diagnostic room under the Vice Dean's gaze, their expressions complicated.

No one could understand.

How was Ruth, who was declared a "Godforsaken," cured by Charlotte?

Could it be that all four medical clinics had misdiagnosed her? Wouldn't that mean their skills were insufficient?

But if it wasn't a misdiagnosis, then it was even more terrifying.

If Godforsaken could be saved, then the beliefs of their medical profession would completely collapse at this moment.

In the diagnostic room, only Ruth, Roland, the two Vice Deans, and Ruth's exclusive companion, Hattie, remained. The atmosphere became somewhat strange.

After confirming that Ruth had completely recovered and her illness had disappeared, the two Vice Deans lost their usual authoritative aura. They lowered their eyelids, avoiding eye contact with Ruth.

If it weren't for Roland still sitting here, they would have found an excuse to leave.

"Sorry, Miss Ruth, we apologize for the misdiagnosis we made before," Roland stood up and bowed deeply to Ruth as an apology.

The two Vice Deans watched this scene with shocked expressions and quickly stood up, apologizing to Ruth as well.

This bow was equivalent to admitting their insufficient skills and their misdiagnosis of her.

If this were to spread, it would be detrimental to the reputation of the Duru Medical Clinic...

But Roland was the dean, and the Duru Medical Clinic was their family's establishment, so they couldn't interfere.

"It's alright, Director Roland. The other clinics made the same diagnosis. It's not your fault," Ruth reassured with a comforting smile.

The faces of the two Vice Deans turned even redder. The Duru Medical Clinic boasted three fourth-tier advanced healing mages and considered themselves the best medical clinic in the Abyss.

Ruth's comforting words sounded particularly harsh to their ears.

Roland maintained a gentle smile on his face and sat back down. "May I be so bold as to ask you, since you said Charlotte cured your illness, how did she treat you?"

Andrew's footsteps halted as he felt the gaze of the doctors in the diagnosis room fall upon him. His face alternated between pale and green, finally turning around with a smile.

But this smile was somewhat forced, almost like he was crying.

What was this all about?

He should have just stayed in his clinic. Why did he come here to see the commotion?

Ruth's words were full of praise, not a single dirty word, yet he felt as if he was being scolded and pointed at his spine.

Thinking back to the last meeting where he boasted to his subordinates about earning an additional thirty thousand copper coins from Ruth, his face felt even hotter now.

"Well... I'm glad you're okay. I'm also very happy," Andrew said to Ruth.

Don't believe me?

Wouldn't that be slapping the boss in the face?

Roland and the vice deans had certified it. Even if he had a hundred questions in his mind, he had to swallow them.

He felt both angry and curious about the person named Charlotte, wondering how she managed to cure an ailment that even healing magic couldn't treat.

This was not just damaging his reputation, but also the reputation of the four prestigious clinics in the Abyss.

"Well, thank you," Ruth said with a smile, genuinely grateful.

Andrew smiled awkwardly, then slipped away under the watchful eyes of the physicians.

After Andrew left, the other unrelated doctors also left the diagnosis room under the gaze of the vice deans, their expressions complex.

None of the doctors could understand.

Ruth, who had been labeled as a "God-forsaken," how did Charlotte manage to cure her?

Could it be that all four clinics had misdiagnosed her? Wouldn't that mean their skills were inadequate?

But if it wasn't a misdiagnosis, then it would be even more terrifying.

If a God-forsaken person could be saved, then their beliefs as medical practitioners would collapse at this moment.

In the diagnosis room, only Ruth, Roland, the two vice deans, and Ruth's dedicated attendant, Hattie, remained, creating an odd atmosphere.

After confirming that Ruth had recovered and her symptoms had disappeared, the two vice deans suddenly lost their previous authoritative demeanor. They lowered their eyes, afraid to make eye contact with Ruth.

If it weren't for Roland still sitting here, they would have found an excuse to leave.

"I apologize, Miss Ruth, for our previous misdiagnosis," Roland stood up and bowed ninety degrees to apologize to Ruth.

The two vice deans watched this scene, their faces showing shock and quickly stood up, apologizing to Ruth as well.

With this bow, they were admitting that their skills were insufficient and that they had misdiagnosed her.

If this news were to spread, it would be detrimental to the reputation of the Duru Medical Clinic...

But Roland was the dean, and the Duru Medical Clinic was owned by their family, so they couldn't interfere.

"It's alright, Dean Roland. The other clinics made the same diagnosis, so it's not your fault," Ruth reassured with a smile.

The faces of the two vice deans turned even redder. The Duru Medical Clinic prided itself on having three senior healing magic master physicians at the fourth order, considering themselves the best clinic in the Abyss.

Ruth's comforting words sounded particularly piercing.

Roland still had a gentle smile on his face and sat back down. "If I may be so bold as to ask, how did Doctor Charlotte treat you and cure your illness?"

The two vice deans also looked at Ruth, their eyes filled with a desire for knowledge.

Ruth's illness was extremely peculiar, with severe pain in her lower abdomen that was not caused by external injuries. Healing magic was ineffective and even exacerbated the pain. As for pain-relieving potions, they only provided temporary relief and did not affect the illness.

So, how did Charlotte manage to cure Ruth's illness? They were equally curious.

However, as vice deans, they couldn't bring themselves to ask directly.

Ruth gestured to her abdomen, indicating, "Dr. Charlotte performed surgery on me, making an incision in my lower abdomen and removing a section of damaged intestine. After that, the pain disappeared."

The diagnosis room fell silent.

The three individuals sitting at the table, their faces filled with shock.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!" The chubby vice dean's fat cheeks trembled, his expression as if a goddess had been defiled. He was just one step away from climbing onto the table and biting Ruth.

The other vice dean managed to restrain himself somewhat, but his trembling hands and lips revealed the tremendous shock he had experienced.

What was the surgery? That was something only butchers did!

Poor people who couldn't afford medical treatment would go to butchers for so-called bloodletting therapy, which only made their already weakened bodies even more feeble.

Physicians were a noble profession. They used magic to treat illnesses and save lives, a divine gift bestowed upon them. They were the messengers of the gods.

And now Ruth was saying that her illness was cured through surgery?

This was preposterous!

The name Charlotte had gained some fame in the medical circle a few years ago, even in the Abyss they had heard of it.

She was hailed as a once-in-a-century genius at the Calva Medical Academy. However, she ended up in prison for so-called surgical procedures and had her magical source stripped away, and expelled from Calva.

Never did they expect that after three years, they would hear her name again in such a context.

Roland was the youngest among them, and he quickly adjusted his emotions, glancing at the vice deans beside him.

The chubby vice dean felt the chill in the air, his lips moved, but he held back from continuing his rambling.

"Hattie said you came today for scar removal surgery," Roland said, shifting the topic instead of asking for more details about the surgery.

Ruth wasn't intimidated by the vice deans behavior. After so many years in the Abyss, she had seen all sorts of wicked people. These two were inconsequential.

But their reactions did please her greatly. It gave her an inexplicable satisfaction to shock the world with just a glimpse of her man's ability.

Charlotte's small clinic didn't even have a name, and these past three years had been quite difficult. It was heart-wrenching.

"Yes, the surgery left a scar, and I need to perform on stage tomorrow, so I came to have it removed," she replied.

"Hattie, take Miss Ruth to change her clothes and bring her to the exclusive ward. I will come over later to remove the scar," Roland instructed Hattie, who was standing in the corner.

"Yes, Your Excellency," Hattie quickly replied and led Ruth away.

"Dean, about this matter..."

"I hope this matter doesn't spread from our clinic," Roland said in a calm tone. "Ruth's illness was indeed cured, something we couldn't achieve but Charlotte managed to do."

"Could it be that after being stripped of her magical source, she became a servant of the devil..." the chubby vice dean muttered in a low voice.

"Without any evidence, don't talk nonsense!" Roland gave him a stern look, his eyes filled with a severe warning.

The chubby vice dean's expression changed slightly, and he quickly shut his mouth.

"You can say that he was lucky, coincidentally finding the source of the illness and saving Ruth's life. But accusing him of making a malicious deal with the devil is a deadly accusation," Roland's voice turned cold. "He just saved a young life, regardless of the means he used."


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