Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 157：Fishman's Gratitude

Jerry No.1 and Jerry No.2 were strapped to a frame, their abdomens cut open with sharp surgical knives, leaving two consistent, deep, and wide wounds.

When the wounds started bleeding, Charlotte calmly took a bottle of antiseptic solution and cleaned and disinfected the wounds.

Then, he took out two bottles of hemostatic agents and applied them to the wounds of the two mice.

Two oil lamps illuminated the area, and Charlotte approached with paper and pen, earnestly observing the wounds.

The new hemostatic agent had a more pronounced effect, almost instantly relieving the bleeding and visibly accelerating the healing process.

Although it couldn't achieve the miraculous effects of healing magic, it effectively stopped bleeding for small wounds and, judging from Jerry No.1's reaction, provided some pain relief.

In comparison, Jerry No.2's wound took nearly twice as long to stop bleeding, and the healing effect after applying the agent wasn't ideal. It managed to stop the bleeding but didn't show significant signs of healing.

However, Jerry No.2 struggled intensely, indicating a high level of pain and appearing as if he was on the verge of death.

Charlotte quickly took out a suture needle and closed the opened abdominal cavities of both mice, then applied the hemostatic agent once again.

For the sake of strict experiment conditions, he returned Jerry No.1 and No.2 to the cage and then took out Jerry No.3 and No.4 for another round of experiments.

The experiment was successful, and after reaching an intermediate level of proficiency, the effectiveness of the hemostatic agent notably improved, by approximately 30%.

Don't underestimate this 30% improvement in effectiveness. It wasn't something that could be compensated for by simply applying it once more, but rather a direct effect on the wound that could be life-saving.

This was his estimation; the real effect still needed to be verified by the patients and could potentially be even higher.

However, since the effectiveness had improved, the price could naturally be increased as well.

The price of the basic hemostatic agent was 100 copper coins, while the intermediate hemostatic agent would be priced at 200 copper coins. It wasn't excessive, right?

He glanced at the proficiency of the cleaning agent, which was about to surpass 1000, and planned to conquer it overnight.

With that, he could combine and sell intermediate first aid kits for 400 copper coins, which would help increase the average transaction value.

Returning to the alchemy room, Vivian was earnestly guarding her workstation, with her pot in front of her.

As for Charlotte's black pot, it had been cleaned spotlessly and was placed on his furnace.

Charlotte's mouth curved up into a smile, suppressing his amusement at the expected outcome.

Of course, the black pot was a good thing.

After all, it was the treasure used by the Divine Apothecary, and once mastered, it had an additional success rate bonus for potion production.

But the difficulty lay in mastering it in the first place. Familiarizing oneself with a pot alone took a considerable amount of time and required constant adjustment.

This black pot was even more challenging, and it tested one's patience. Even Charlotte had almost given up in the beginning.

Vivian, a beginner, would naturally retreat after facing a success rate of zero after a few attempts.

"Boss, you're amazing," Vivian looked at Charlotte, who had just entered the room, silently giving him a big thumbs up.

She initially thought that the boss was cheating, but she never expected... that he was holding back his true abilities!

That large black pot was truly a nightmare for alchemists.

"Study hard, practice well, and once your proficiency improves, you'll be able to make intermediate hemostatic potions just like me," Charlotte said, handing over the remaining half bottle of hemostatic potion.

"Intermediate hemostatic potion?" Vivian took it with surprise, examined it under the light, and compared it with a bottle of hemostatic potion she had made herself.

She exclaimed, "The color should be darker. Boss, did you change the formula?"

"No, the formula remains the same, but as my alchemy skills improve, the effectiveness of the potions I make also increases, by about thirty percent," Charlotte replied with a smile.

"A thirty percent increase in effectiveness!" Vivian was astonished. She shook the half bottle of red potion in her hand and said, "You keep an eye on the stove, I'm going to experiment."

A thirty percent increase in effectiveness meant a lot to Vivian, a medical student.

"Be careful of wounds when you cut numbers one, two, three, and four, Jerry," Charlotte casually reminded her.

"Okay!" Vivian's voice came, followed by the sound of the laboratory door closing.

That night, Charlotte worked on distilling thirty batches of cleaning potions and successfully raised the proficiency level of the hemostatic potion to intermediate.

He also saved around a hundred bottles of intermediate cleaning potions and intermediate hemostatic potions.

By the time he left the alchemy room, it was already dawn. Some mercenaries and adventurers were passing by in groups outside the window, heading into the wilderness.

Charlotte yawned, feeling mentally and physically exhausted.

Focusing on creating potions was quite taxing.

He took off his white coat and hung it on the wall, went upstairs to his bedroom, undressed on the way to the bathroom, and took out two bottles of strength potions from his spatial ring.

He hadn't finished drinking the previously obtained strength potions yet.

After experiencing the loss of control caused by a one-time excessive increase in strength, he decided to take a small amount daily when he didn't encounter an emergency. It could also replace the energy obtained from sleeping, giving him more time at night.

After downing the two bottles of strength potions, he felt a warm flow coursing through his body, spreading into every limb and organ.

When he opened his eyes again, Charlotte felt a wave of refreshed energy in his body and mind. He turned on the cold water and rinsed away the sweat and potion smell from his body, then put on a clean and fresh white coat before going downstairs.

It was another beautiful day.

"Boss, weren't you supposed to stay up later than me? How come you're up earlier and look even more energetic?" Vivian came downstairs, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and looked at Charlotte, who was arranging the potions, with surprise.

Last night, her eyelids were heavy, and she couldn't keep up with Charlotte's pace, so she went upstairs to sleep first.

She didn't expect that when she woke up early in the morning, the boss was already up and working!

This made him feel a bit ashamed.

"Perhaps it's because I exercise regularly that I can maintain an energetic state," Charlotte calmly replied, looking at the full cabinet of potions and nodding in satisfaction.

These are all shiny coins.

Customers have already started arriving outside the door, forming a queue spontaneously.

Most of them are fully armed mercenaries and adventurers.

"You know, is the first aid kit really that useful?"

"Nonsense, look at me. The day before yesterday, I was scratched by those wolf pups, three bloody wounds. I simply used a bottle of cleansing potion and a bottle of hemostatic potion to clean and treat it, and it scabbed over the same day. It's almost healed today, without any festering or pus."

"Look at all these people, are they all here to buy first aid kits?"

"Of course, if you sustain a minor injury or something in the wilderness, you can easily treat it yourself for just two hundred copper coins. Where else can you find such a good deal?"

The adventurers discussed among themselves, giving high praise to the first aid kits introduced by the Abyssal Pharmacy.

"Boss, if potions are so convenient and efficient, why have alchemists always had a relatively low status on the Isor Continent? What they do is not much different from what physicians do," Vivian said, biting into her black bread and looking at Charlotte with a puzzled expression.

Charlotte took a bite of the hard black bread with hot water, chewed it hard, and swallowed it before saying, "Let me ask you, have you ever heard of the Alchemists' Association?"

Vivian shook her head.

"But in every medium-sized city on the Isor Continent, there is a branch of the Physicians' Association." Charlotte smiled somewhat sarcastically.

"If the status of alchemists were higher, where would doctors earn ten thousand copper coins for healing magic? Whoever holds the power of discourse is king, and this principle has remained unchanged throughout history."

Vivian nodded thoughtfully, looking at the adventurers queuing outside the window, a smile appeared on her face.

"But you've always been doing the opposite of what the Physicians' Association does, providing cheaper treatment options for the lower class."

"That's why I ended up like this," Charlotte sighed lightly, putting the remaining half of the black bread back into the bag.

As he walked towards the door, he lamented, "It's not easy to be a good person."

Opening the door, he had already put on a calm and composed expression, but there was a hint of a smile in the corner of his eyes.

More adventurers came to buy first aid kits early in the morning than yesterday, which was a good thing!

"Doctor, I need two first aid kits!"

"I want three!"

"Don't fight! I want four!"

As the clinic's doors opened, the adventurers in line looked at Charlotte and started placing orders, afraid of missing out.

Only the seasoned wilderness adventurers knew that the most troublesome thing in the wilderness might not be dangerous high-level creatures, but rather inconspicuous minor injuries that, if not properly treated, could become ticking time bombs on their adventure journey.

"There's no need to scramble, we have sufficient stock of first aid kits. And today, Abyss Clinic will also launch an upgraded version of the intermediate first aid kit with significantly enhanced medicinal effects, priced at only 400 copper coins!"

Charlotte took the opportunity to introduce the new first aid kits.

"Doctor, that price is quite expensive. Are the effects of the intermediate first aid kit that good?" a middle-aged adventurer asked.

The other adventurers also stared at him.

"These are my newly developed intermediate hemostatic and cleansing potions. Their effects on wound healing and hemostasis are significantly improved. I can assure you of that," Charlotte said calmly.

"You can purchase according to your budget and requirements. The effects of the basic first aid kit have already been recognized by many patients."

Upon hearing this, the adventurers stopped asking further questions.

Charlotte tasked Vivian with selling the potions, while he began treating the patients seeking medical help.

By the end of the morning, they had sold a total of sixty basic first aid kits and fifteen intermediate first aid kits, earning 12,000 copper coins without any outstanding debts!

A considerable cash flow.

After closing the clinic, Charlotte counted the day's earnings.

This morning, he treated thirty-two patients and received a total of 9,134 copper coins in cash, along with 740 copper coins in kind.

The income from the potions alone supported half of the clinic's operations.

"For lunch today, we'll have soft bread." Charlotte waved his hand, happy to have made money and improved their food.

"Yay!" Vivian cheered.

"Knock knock!"

They heard a knock on the door.

Vivian quickly went to open it and after a brief conversation with the person outside, she turned to Charlotte and said, "Boss, Miss Kasha is here to repay her debt."