"Patient: three dog-headed Orc, left dog head fell off, dog head suture surgery, dog head returned to its place, patient died of blood loss, consultation fee: one white cat."
"Patient: cleft female Louisa, fractured left forearm, broken bone reattachment surgery, successful. Consultation: one night's companionship from a crackpot woman (declined!) Credit: 150 copper coins."
"PATIENT: Miss Mermaid Kasha, facial disfigurement, skin graft surgery, successful. Consultation: first night of Miss Mermaid's life (to be billed) Residence: 64 Kaffir Street Sewer."
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A thick book of surgical records was spread out on the desk in the dimly lit study.
The weak light of the kerosene lamp shone on Charlotte's face, and his expression was greatly shocked: "This doctor, he's not even charging consultation fees properly? And letting credit!"
It was the day after he crossed over.
As a veterinarian at a state-run stockyard, the royal spay/neuter master of three pet hospitals, and the king of rolls among beatniks, Charlotte ends up rolling herself to death.
Volume is not a disease, poverty is.
Parents died early, his grandfather borrowed money to bring him up, graduated from the student loan is not yet finished, his grandfather died of illness and borrowed another 100,000 yuan.
Unpayable debts have made Shiloh extremely money-loving, and only money can give him a sense of security.
And he's always been insecure.
After confirming that he had crossed over and briefly panicked, Charlotte first checked her purse, which only had seven copper coins.
Going through the entire clinic, even checking underneath all the kitchen altars where strange organs were soaking.
He confirmed a terrible truth - he was still a poor man.
Shiloh: Bump (f*cking petri dish f*cking)!
Absorbing the remaining fragments of memory from his original body, which was named Charlotte, he was a doctor who ran a private clinic and was little known in the Abyss.
Sound good to you?
But this isn't Earth, it's a weird fantasy world called the continent of Aesop, where dragons, demons, orcs, elves, dwarves, and humans coexist, and vampires, sewing monsters, ghouls, and magical creatures ... roam the wilderness.
Compared to the neighboring free city of Calva, the underground city of 'Abyss' is synonymous with disorder and chaos.
Gangster families oppress civilians, addictive magic potions are prevalent, criminals, magical creatures, and sewing monsters lurk in the shadows, and phantoms solicit on the streets.
There are poor people everywhere!
You can't be sure if the next patient will be a vampire or a stitch monster, and there's no guarantee of receiving payment for the visit.
Being a doctor is extremely high risk and low reward.
But in Charlotte's memories, he had been the light of the exalted Calvary Medical School, a gifted pharmacist, a fourth-ranked senior magician in the healing department, a star healer with a bright future, and the pride of all the people!
He was disliked by the traditional medical community for pushing for medical reform and promoting surgery.
The trial from the church made him the shame of the Calvary Medical School when he was removed from the Physician's Guild and had his license to practice medicine withdrawn in just one month! Fallen potions master! Vile butcher!
Immediately afterward, he went to prison for multiple surgical mishaps and was stripped of his magical training.
After a year of incarceration, he was disowned by his fiancée, expelled from Karwar, and had no choice but to enter the abyss and open this private practice to earn a living.
"It's a hell of an opening!" Charlotte's heart rattled.
"Calm down! At least you're a proper doctor now and have a clinic, surviving isn't a problem." Charlotte tried to calm herself down, then tried to recall the memories related to medical skills.
Ten minutes later.
Charlotte's eyes were dull and her hands and feet were cold.
Memories related to medicine and pharmacology were surprisingly all missing!
Although the surgical mortality rate of patients handled by the original body is extremely exaggerated, even broken finger extensions have shown fatal cases.
But he was, after all, a doctor, and a proper one at that.
Medicine was his foothold in the Abyss.
Now that principal is gone!
Charlotte felt a little square, although his specialty was a little bit related to doctors, but he was just a veterinarian after all.
At best, he's played a doctor simulation game.
Let him heal people?
Wouldn't that make you a medical butcher?
Pacing back and forth in his study, Charlotte pushed the panic down and began to take stock of the current situation.
It's a business day, and the memo already has three patients with appointments, with others to come.
He couldn't afford to mess with those horrible patients if he couldn't finish the clinic.
Running away?
Safe Calva is definitely not accessible.
Would that be to go out into the wilderness and get ravaged by stitching monsters, or by gangster kahunas hiding in the shadows of the abyss?
What disturbs Shiloh the most is still the lack of money.
The cash assets were seven copper coins, which had a similar purchasing power to seven yuan in the Abyss, just enough for a pancake with a bowl of paste for breakfast today.
No big debts, but it's almost time to pay the rent, and the landlady, who seems to be amiable, is rumored to have eaten three tenants.
Money! Money! Money!
I didn't realize that after crossing over, making money was still a destiny he couldn't avoid!
Palming the light and stepping out of the study, Charlotte began to survey the clinic in earnest.
The opposite wooden door is three meters high, and when you enter the door, you will find the clinic room, with a stone bed on the right hand side.
Behind the counter that faced the door was a row of cabinets, the upper tier of which held dozens of magical potions in teardrop-shaped glass bottles.
Dozens of glass jars on the lower level, soaked in blue potion with all sorts of grotesque organs, eyeballs, hearts, fingers ...
Charlotte caught a glimpse of the black heart soaking in the glass jar in the corner, which was clearly still beating!
These were the clinic's most valuable possessions, and even a low-grade stamina-restoring potion could be sold for 100 copper coins.
Although the relevant memories are missing, it's good to know that the original had a good habit of keeping a diary.
Skimming over those records of walking alone in dark alleys and generously unclothing themselves to help the Phantom Sisters, Charlotte found some descriptions of the efficacy of the potions and the recipes for some of the potions in the diary.
Various organs are left behind by guests, and those who die on the operating table and are unable to pay for their consultations, Charlotte collects some of the organs herself as payment for her consultations.
To the right of the consulting room was an operating room, and as he pushed open the door, a putrid odor that no amount of potion could mask came through, and the walls were littered with spattered blood.
On the shelf next to the stone bed, the rusty saw still had bits of meat hanging from it, the short knife was bloodied, and the dozen-pound sledgehammer leaned against the side.
It's more like a crime scene any way you look at it.
"Slaughterhouses are much cleaner than this ..." Charlotte looked straight and shook her head.
Completely unsterilized surgical tools paired with an extreme surgical environment, it's a miracle the patient made it off the table.
The second floor was the living area, which Charlotte had familiarized herself with last night.
And there was an aboriginal in this clinic besides him.
Charlotte exited the surgery and her eyes fell on the white cat crouching on the counter.
It was a lion cat with golden, blue mandarin eyes, long snow-white fur, and a ring of fur under its neck that was especially long, making it look like a small white lion.
The little pink paws were folded, and the gesture was quite elegant.
It was the clinic fee paid by the three-dog-headed Orc who had died on the operating table, just three days after arriving at the clinic, and about the size of a year old.
"Meow~"
Noticing Charlotte's gaze, the white cat retracted its claws, its back slightly arched, its tail slightly cocked, and showed its teeth in a low growl of warning.
Charlotte took a small dried fish from the snack bag on the side and threw it in front of the white cat, smiling, "Don't be nervous, it's not like I'm going to eat you, I'm still counting on you to help me catch mice."
The white cat looked at the small dried fish in front of him and then at Charlotte, seemingly in a dilemma.
Bang, bang, bang!
Just then, a sharp knock on the door suddenly sounded.
The white cat bites into a small dried fish and whooshes under the cabinet, seeming to limp a little on his left front leg.
"Patients this early?" Charlotte was startled, and mentally relieved herself, "I can keep the clinic open with a mortality rate of over seventy percent for routine surgeries, so I should be able to get a handle on it, right?"
"I'm Charlotte, I'm Charlotte, I'm Charlotte ..." Charlotte recited several times in his mind, opening the door to welcome the guests, which meant that he completely accepted the matter of crossing over and decided to live again in this world as Charlotte.
Working hard to make money and live a good life remains his struggle.
Letting out a deep breath, Charlotte pulled the door open with a calm expression.
It was just after dawn, and light was falling from the crevices above the abyss, diluted to a whitish shimmer by the thick fog that was interspersed with soot.
And in the midst of this misty white fog stood a woman.
Long silver hair reaching her waist, pink plush fox ears drilling out from between her hair, her features were delicate and bewitching, especially those fox eyes, as if they had a seductive magic power.
She was wearing an ice blue tight long dress, surplus waist, the bulging breasts set off more plump, the breeze blew up a corner of the skirt, revealing the snow-white plump long legs, red high-heeled shoes bright as blood!
It's a leprechaun!
Charlotte looked at the woman in the doorway and smiled, "Mrs. Diana, what brings you here."
"Today is rent payment day, you wouldn't have forgotten, would you?" The woman looked at him with a smile on her face, her eyes carrying a three-quarter demonic charm of their own.
"This ..." Charlotte blushed, this was the landlady that the original remembered not being able to mess with.
He had a total of 7 coins in his pocket right now, and was only 3,993 coins short of paying his rent.
"No money?" The smile on Diana's bewitching face grew thicker as she leisurely said, "In the Abyss, the consequences of not paying rent on time are very serious."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the tailor store across the street was kicked open by a rock troll, and the drunken tailor kobold was dragged out.
The stout and majestic rock troll, hammered the short and skinny kobold in the street, the sound of bones breaking accompanied by miserable wailing, blood splashing three meters away, passersby only dared to watch from afar.
"Three days and three days! Money to drink and no money to pay the rent! All of you poor people should be beaten to death and thrown into the wilderness to feed the dogs!" The rock troll's voice shook the sky, and the shopkeepers watching from the periphery scrunched their necks, while the kobold on the ground had lost its human form.
Charlotte watched the bloody scene and was shocked!
Being hammered to death in the street because you're behind on your rent is really an everyday occurrence in the Abyss.
"Look, it's really serious oh." Diana covered her mouth and laughed softly.
The rock troll looked at the sound of the voice, the wild look on his face instantly converged, looking at Diana with a gaze full of fear, bowed and said, "I didn't expect you to be here, excuse me." After saying that, he lifted up the corpse of the kobold and ran away without looking back.
Charlotte's heart was bitter, what did it say about her landlady that she scared off the rock trolls that were killing people in the street just by standing here?
"Mrs. Diana, I just recently got in a batch of potion materials, can the rent be extended for a few days." Charlotte said stiffly.
"Your past reputation has always been good, I can give you three days." Diana nodded slightly.
Not waiting for Charlotte to relax.
She continued with some playfulness, "If I can't collect rent, then I'll collect something else, what do you think you have on you that will satisfy me?"
[Ding! Diana issues a mission to you: choose one item to please and satisfy the other party! Reward for completing the task: 1. Three days' grace on the date of rent payment! 2. +100 copper coins! 3. +10 favorability!
Do you accept? Yes! No!
At the same time, a cold mechanical voice suddenly sounded in Charlotte's head, while a golden question mark appeared on Diana's head.