Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 252：In her eyes, there is a light (2)

Since they couldn't find a suitable alchemist to recruit, for the time being, Charlotte and Vivian were responsible for the process of potion brewing. Therefore, the working hours of the potion workshop were temporarily set to be in the afternoon every day.

They implemented a half-day worktime system.

"Boss, will I also receive 1 copper coin as commission?" On the way back in the carriage, Vivian eagerly looked at Charlotte and asked.

"That's right, you will also receive 1 copper coin as commission for each bottle of potion," Charlotte nodded.

By calculating, the additional labor cost for each bottle of potion was 4 copper coins. Even if the cheapest cleaning potion was priced at 100 copper coins, this cost was still within control.

"Then I'll start working tomorrow. By the way, the clinic is quite far from here. Do you rent a carriage every day? Since the workshop is already set up, why don't we buy a carriage?" Vivian raised another question.

Charlotte thought about it seriously for a while. It was indeed a matter worth considering. They needed a carriage to travel between the clinic and the workshop. Without one, it would take at least an hour just for the journey, not to mention the safety concerns.

Having a carriage would not only provide convenience for transportation but it could also be used for delivery. It was a necessary item.

Renting a carriage, like today, would cost five hundred copper coins per day, which was not cheap.

However, purchasing a carriage was also expensive. The price of two horses for pulling the carriage alone would exceed one hundred thousand copper coins. Plus, they would need to spend several tens of thousands of copper coins for a decent carriage.

After investing over one million copper coins in the potion workshop, Charlotte was currently in need of money.

The matter of purchasing a carriage had to be postponed for now.

Charlotte returned the carriage, and the three of them took the No. 11 bus back to the clinic.

"Charlotte, you finally came back." Just as Charlotte and the others arrived at the entrance of the clinic, someone ran out from the neighboring bookstore.

"Why are you here?" Charlotte looked at Leo.

Leo grinned, revealing his white teeth. "I'm here to restock. The potions are almost sold out. If I don't restock soon, we'll have to close tomorrow."

"Sold out?" Charlotte was somewhat surprised. A few days ago when he went to Calva, Leo and Linda were worried about the slow sales of potions. He didn't expect that in just a few days, they had completely sold out.

"Yes, you don't know how hot our potion store is now. The emergency kits are very popular. The ten bottles of golden stamina potions you brought are also sold out," Leo nodded. "Today, I came to order 200 sets of basic emergency kits, 200 sets of intermediate emergency kits, and 100 bottles of golden stamina potions."

"Alright, I'll have the goods delivered to you within three days," Charlotte nodded.

However, Leo shook his head immediately.

"No, three days is too long. Do you currently have any inventory in your store? I'll take some now. I came here by carriage, but you don't need to deliver them.

Charlotte didn't expect Leo to be in such a hurry, but he couldn't refuse a customer who was coming to give him money. Opening the door, he said, "Come in, I'll give you all the available inventory. If it's not enough, I'll refine a few more batches for you to take away."

"Great, I've been waiting for you to say that," Leo happily followed him inside.

Charlotte first counted all the potions on the shelves. There were a total of 80 sets of basic emergency kits, 40 sets of intermediate emergency kits, and 16 bottles of golden stamina potions.

Since it was already getting late, and considering that Leo had to return to Calva before dark, Charlotte immediately refined four batches of golden stamina potions, producing a total of 56 bottles.

"Alright, it's getting late. You can take these goods back to sell. Tomorrow afternoon, I'll have someone deliver the remaining items to your place," Charlotte helped load the potions onto the carriage.

"The total payment for all the potions should be 200,000 copper coins. I only have 100,000 copper coins with me now. Can I pay the rest next time I make an order?" Leo handed over a heavy money bag.

"Deferred payment, but only this time," Charlotte took the money bag and said seriously.

"No problem, once these goods are sold, I won't need to defer payment anymore," Leo nodded with a smile.

"Alright, it's getting late. You should head back now," Charlotte took two steps back, watching Leo's carriage depart.

"Boss, didn't you always hate having debts? Why did you agree to let Leo owe so much money?" Vivian stood by the door, looking confused at Charlotte.

Charlotte closed the door and smiled, "Usually, when we treat patients and can't collect the money, it's hard to get it back. But it's different with Leo. He's currently our only potion distributor, and our potion workshop has just started. What we need most is a distributor who can order hundreds of thousands worth of goods at once. Their potion store has just started to pick up, so helping them is also helping ourselves."

"Aren't you worried that he'll run off?"

"He's the grandson of the second elder of the Physicians' Association. Even if he doesn't pay, we can go to his grandfather to collect the debt," Charlotte said with a casual smile.

Leo and Linda's potion shop gaining popularity was also a great thing for him. After the potion workshop stabilized its production, he didn't know where they could sell the increasing potions.

What truly piqued his curiosity was the expression of Leo's high-ranking grandfather when he found out that his obedient grandson was selling potions purchased from him. He wondered if he would go crazy.

"Tonight, you don't need to refine potions. Your job is to extract insulin from all the cow pancreas in the cellar. The syringes and needles have been delivered, so you can make all the injection potions tonight, and tomorrow they can take home the insulin," Charlotte walked towards the laboratory, opened the cellar, and revealed the three tons of cow pancreas inside.

"No problem," Vivian nodded.

These past few days, there have been diabetic patients coming for treatment. Currently, eight patients needed daily insulin injections, all of whom were notified by Fat Tiger to come.

The most severe case was an eight-year-old girl who had already fallen into a coma when she arrived. After receiving insulin injections for three days, she had regained consciousness, and her condition had significantly improved.

The feeling of saving a life gave Vivian great encouragement.

Unlike usual treatments and surgeries, she and Charlotte were now manufacturing insulin, which could potentially save thousands of lives.

From the patients they had encountered these past few days, she learned that many of them had come into contact with other patients with the same illness, indicating that the proportion and number of diabetic patients were not low.

"Boss, there's something I want to discuss with you," Vivian looked at Charlotte, hesitatingly.

"What is it?" Charlotte looked at her. This girl was usually straightforward, so her current hesitation was rare.

"It's... about the price of insulin. Can it be reduced a bit more?" Vivian pondered, "At the current price, many patients still cannot afford it. After all, it's a potion that needs to be injected every day."

"What price do you think is suitable?" Charlotte asked with a smile.

The daily cost of 1,000 copper coins for the potion was equivalent to 30,000 copper coins per month. Even a moderately well-off family would find it difficult to afford. Charlotte was well aware of this.

"I calculated that the cost of each bottle of potion is no more than 5 copper coins. I can forgo my commission for refining the insulin. If the price of each bottle of insulin injection potion is set at 100 copper coins, more patients would be able to afford it," Vivian looked at him, speaking earnestly.

"Connie's father said that the money he had on him would only be enough for three injections for Connie. If the price could be lowered, this money could pay for her injections for a month. Then her father could go earn money for her medical fees."

Charlotte knew that Connie was the eight-year-old girl. She was small and had been tormented by diabetes for many years. Her family's financial situation was average, and they had depleted all their savings to try to treat her.

Paying 30,000 copper coins per month for medical fees was like gaining hope and losing it again for them.

"You know, considering the number of diabetic patients, insulin is currently the only lifesaving medicine. We can make a lot of money from it. We extracted the insulin together, and I plan to give you one-third of that money," Charlotte looked into her eyes, speaking warmly. "Are you sure about lowering the price to 100 copper coins?"

Without hesitating, Vivian nodded. "That's right. I don't want any share of the money. I just hope that we can save more people, like poor children such as Connie."

The girl's eyes were bright, shining like lights.