Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 273：Have we met somewhere before?

In the thousands of years of practicing medicine, Adolf has treated countless patients, including many who were injured by necromancers.

With symptoms like Marsha's, it was easy to see that she had been cursed by an undead mage. The curse was debilitating and it caused the dark mark on her forehead.

While the curse could be considered an injury, it wasn't Adolf's area of expertise as a healing mage.

But he had already boasted to Vivian before that if he couldn't cure this young girl, his precious apprentice would leave him.

Marsha looked at Adolf and Jacques, instinctively wanting to avoid them. She couldn't sense their strength, which meant that they were much stronger than her.

"Yes, she encountered an undead mage last night and the curse attached to the wound. Healing spells couldn't heal the wound, so I had to stitch it up. But the curse remains on the wound," Charlotte nodded.

"Let me see the wound," Adolf said to Marsha.

Marsha hesitated for a moment but, with Vivian's help, she lifted her shirt and revealed the wound on her abdomen.

The stitched wound was filled with a dense black color, and it was bulging outwards like a black centipede, giving an eerie appearance.

Adolf frowned. This was a typical undead curse, which was not his area of expertise.

But since he had already agreed, he had to try. He took out his magic wand and began to chant the incantation. He pointed the wand, and a green beam of light fell on Marsha's abdominal wound.

The black color on the wound did not dissipate, and the wound did not heal. Instead, Marsha's face grew paler and she almost collapsed, clutching Vivian's hand.

"No, we need to find a light mage to remove the curse first, otherwise the healing spells will only accelerate the curse," Adolf stopped, frowning.

The curse was of a low level, only at the fifth level, but undead curses were troublesome. Except for light mages, everyone else would have a headache dealing with them.

"There are no light mages in the Abyss," Charlotte said.

"Go to Calva, I know a light mage there," Adolf said decisively, "Marsha won't last long in her current condition."

"But she is an undead mage after all. If she goes to Calva and meets a light mage, won't she be exorcised on the spot?" Vivian looked at him with worry and made a plea, "Marsha is a good girl, becoming an undead mage was completely involuntary. I don't want her to suffer in Calva."

Vivian's words were partly pleading and partly threatening, hitting the right note. Even Charlotte couldn't find any fault with it.

Adolf also looked troubled and asked Marsha, with a low voice while looking into her eyes, "Young girl, have you ever harmed anyone?"

Marsha looked into his eyes, her pupils slightly shrinking, and said firmly, "I haven't harmed anyone. I've only collected undead from magical beasts."

"She's telling the truth," Adolf withdrew his gaze and looked at the black cat held by Vivian, reaching out and carefully examining it for a while, surprised, "This little lion is interesting. It's not entirely a product of undead aggregation, it still possesses some vitality and doesn't have much resentment, unlike the demons raised by undead mages, full of resentment and capable of backlashing the mage at any moment."

"That's right, this little creature is quite lively," Jacques echoed.

As experienced and knowledgeable as they were, they had never encountered such a situation before.

Adolf pondered for a moment and said, "Don't worry, I will safely take her to Calva and find a suitable light mage to cure her before bringing her back."

"I trust your reputation. I'll go with you." Charlotte stepped forward and took Marsha, who had fainted again, from Vivian's arms. The situation was critical, and they had no choice but to trust Adolf.

"Let's go, our carriage is not far outside." Adolf didn't waste any time. He took the lead and walked outside.

Charlotte hurried to catch up while holding Marsha.

"Hide this little creature well and don't let others see it, or it will bring troubles to you," Jacques handed the small lion to Vivian, instructing her.

"Okay." Vivian nodded quickly and turned to Adolf, "Master, we made a deal. You must save Marsha."

"Don't worry, my dear apprentice. I still have some connections." Adolf said confidently.

Adolf's carriage was parked on Baca Street, a luxurious carriage pulled by four white unicorns. The carriage was adorned with a conspicuous emblem of the Physician Association.

The coachman was a strong man who was dozing off next to the carriage door, but as soon as Adolf approached, he immediately opened his eyes and stood up respectfully, opening the carriage door. However, he looked puzzled when he saw Charlotte carrying Marsha.

Charlotte could feel the sharp gaze of the middle-aged man, giving him an unfathomable feeling. His strength surpassed Charlotte's, at least at level six or above.

Next to him was a sword wrapped in grey cloth, inconspicuous.

Truly a privileged class in Calva.

He was not only a senior member of the Physician Association but also a respected figure in this relatively young city.

Before long, the carriage arrived at a magnificent gate which was the entrance to the Calva Mage Academy. A giant magic staff, a hundred meters tall, stood on the square in front of the gate, with a huge crystal ball embedded on top, shining brightly in the sunlight.

The coachman exchanged a few words with the guards at the gate, and they opened the gate, allowing the carriage to enter.

Charlotte couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. Even though Adolf was considered a low-profile figure, once his strength reached the top, he could enjoy the many conveniences and respect that came with being a powerful mage.

The carriage stopped in front of a teaching building, and Jacques stood up, saying, "Master, it's class time now, there are many students, and it might not be suitable to bring the girl out of the carriage. I'll go and get August for you."

"Go ahead, tell him it's my request," Adolf nodded.

The carriage had already stopped, and Charlotte placed Marsha on the spacious seat in the carriage. Her face grew paler, and the black color on her face became more intense. There was even a black line appearing on her palm, indicating that the curse was spreading rapidly.

The situation was urgent, and Charlotte couldn't help but worry.

This girl had a good character and was a person of integrity. If she were to die because she went to find herbs, he would surely feel guilty.

"Jacques! I'm still in class, what are you doing? Even if it's Adolf's request, you could have waited a few more minutes," a slightly complaining voice came from outside.

As the door opened, Jacques led in a well-dressed middle-aged gentleman. He looked quite formal, with meticulously combed back golden hair, wearing a black suit with a tie, and a thin mustache. He also wore a pair of black-framed glasses and held a book in his hand. It seemed that he was pulled out of the classroom by Jacques.

"Necromancer?" as soon as he entered, August's gaze fixated on Marsha lying on the bench, but soon his eyebrows furrowed, "A necromancer who has been cursed? And a little lion as well?"

Charlotte didn't say anything but looked at Adolf for guidance.

"That's right, this little lion is quite special. First, help her remove the undead curse on her body, and I'll explain the rest later," Adolf spoke.

"This... isn't it appropriate?" August looked at Adolf and shook his head, "If she's a necromancer, my Holy Light magic will kill her as well. You know that."

"She's different. She doesn't have any lingering spirits in her. She has condensed all the undead she's tamed into this little lion, which has become her spirit companion. And she hasn't tamed any vengeful spirits, only the undead from magic beasts. So, she hasn't accumulated much resentment, which is very unique," Adolf explained.

"Only the undead from magic beasts? That is indeed unique," August said in surprise. He stepped forward and put his finger on Marsha's forehead, then closed his eyes.

A golden light entered Marsha's forehead from his fingertip.

After about three minutes, August opened his eyes with an expression of disbelief on his face, murmuring, "How is this possible?"

"What is it?" Adolf asked, looking at him.

"Just as you said, there's almost no resentment on her body, and the remaining undead energy is dissipating. It will completely disappear within a month. At that time, no one will think she's a necromancer anymore," August furrowed his brows, "Becoming a necromancer is a one-way road, and I have never heard of anyone being able to revert to normal after becoming a necromancer. This girl has exceeded my understanding."

"Professor, if you don't remove the curse on her soon, you will have to say a permanent farewell to this young girl," Charlotte reminded him.

August looked at Charlotte, his gaze slightly narrowing, "Have we met somewhere before?"

"Charlotte Clayton, Nolan's son," Jacques introduced.

August suddenly realized and nodded slightly to Charlotte, "Hello, Uncle August." Charlotte quickly played the family connection card, then reminded again, "Please perform the Holy Light magic quickly. Her condition is not good."