Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 177：I'm a doctor, you can't fool me

Charlotte stood by the window, the cold wind brushing against his face, bringing a sense of calmness. But as he listened to the conversation between the master and servant in the neighboring room, a smirk formed at the corner of his lips.

The window of this lounge directly faced the stage, providing an excellent view. It was definitely a privilege of being one of the prominent figures in the establishment.

The performances on stage were colorful and all stood firmly in the favorable area for the discerning audience.

Moreover, many of the girls were the lead performers of various clubs, showcasing the charm and ambiance of their respective establishments. It could be considered a grand advertising opportunity on the stage of Amman Street.

Before long, Ruth appeared in a gorgeous purple-gold gown, her blush fading away. She nodded slightly towards Charlotte and quickly walked out the door.

As Ruth took the stage once again for the grand finale, the atmosphere in the room reached its peak. Cheers and screams filled the air.

Charlotte stood by the window, occasionally receiving covert glances from Ruth. He noticed every smile and frown, as he truly deserved the VIP viewing platform.

At the same time, on the window of the third floor, a male incubus with long red hair stood in front of the window. He was gazing greedily at Ruth, who was swaying her hips on the stage.

In his hand, a crimson wine glass lightly shook as he whispered, "It's a pity. She caught the attention of the High Priest. She was the perfect vessel I had nurtured for eight years. I had planned to use her once I reached the fifth level of advancement."

"Lord Amos, the High Priest is merely testing her. It is still unknown whether she will pass. Even if she does, there is no guarantee she will become a Holy Maiden. You still have a chance," a servant behind him chuckled.

Amos also smirked sinisterly and said, "Even if she passes, so what? She is still just a second-level succubus with average talent.

Once the High Priest takes her back to our clan for training and confirms that she has no cultivation value, they will give up on her.

At that time, she will be mine."

"Lord Amos? Vessel? Holy Maiden? High Priest?"

On the second floor, Charlotte's ears twitched as he caught wind of the conversation on the third floor.

After reaching the Intermediate Knight level, his senses had become extremely sharp. Although the voices from the third floor were not loud, he heard every word clearly.

He quickly deduced that the people upstairs were discussing Ruth, and one of them was lusting after her, planning to use her as his vessel for reaching the fifth level.

Such lecherous men were not uncommon in Amman Street.

Even the old lascivious men who admired the goddesses from below couldn't help but indulge in their fantasies and make some lurid remarks.

But the person upstairs was different. As Ruth's headliner status implied, he had obtained this prime viewing lounge.

The person upstairs clearly had an extraordinary status within the Daniel family. Such individuals didn't just indulge in words but also took action.

As for the High Priest mentioned, it seemed to instill fear in him. Could it be Monica, the head of the Daniel family?

He had heard that Monica was still a stunning beauty, but he had not seen her yet.

Ruth had always been in Amman Street, so if Monica had set her sights on Ruth, she could have cultivated her long ago.

Why wait until now?

The Daniel family was currently at the bottom among the three major families in the abyss.

Monica was the clan leader, but he had not heard of any Holy Maiden in their clan.

Charlotte suppressed the urge to look up at the guy upstairs because he sensed a hint of danger. He deliberately concealed his own aura, as he could tell that the other party had been preparing to reach the fifth level for a while.

This indicated that his strength was likely above the fourth level.

Moreover, Amman Street was the other person's territory, and Charlotte currently didn't even have a decent sword in his hand. It would be foolish to provoke trouble without any knowledge.

He didn't know anything at the moment, so it was inappropriate and against his nature to rashly intervene.

But he would remind Ruth to be cautious around Amos later.

Ruth's grand performance received thunderous applause, but Charlotte was too preoccupied with observing the commotion upstairs to pay much attention.

As the stage lights dimmed, the host announced the end of today's performances. The audience gradually dispersed to various clubs, ready for the real nightlife of the evening.

Ruth quickly returned to the lounge, pushing the door open and looking at Charlotte expectantly. "Doctor, did I dance well?"

Charlotte shut the window with ease and smiled, nodding in approval. "Beautiful, indeed the premier dancer of Amman Street."

Ruth's smile brightened even more, as she nodded and said, "Alright then, wait for me a moment. I'll change my clothes and we can leave."

Not long after, Ruth emerged wearing a plain, long dress and a lamb wool jacket. She naturally took Charlotte's arm and said with a smile, "Let's go, I'll take you to my place."

Daisy opened the door and the two of them walked out of the lounge, only to come face to face with a succubus coming down the stairs.

The succubus had a slim build and somewhat androgynous appearance, with unhealthy pale skin and a few freckles on his cheeks. His dark red eyes had a hint of charm, and he had the face of a tempting and cheap man.

Upon seeing Ruth and Charlotte walking out of the lounge hand in hand, his eyes first showed surprise, then turned into anger. He stopped in his tracks, coldly glanced at Charlotte, and in a slightly elongated tone asked, "Ruth, who is this?"

Once he spoke, Charlotte confirmed that he was the sleazy guy who was talking upstairs earlier. He didn't expect to encounter him right after stepping outside.

A trace of disgust flashed in Ruth's eyes, but she could only force a smile and say, "Lord Amos, this is Doctor Charlotte, the owner of the Abyss Clinic."

"A doctor?"

Amos looked at Charlotte once again and sneered, "A doctor who can't use magic? Ridiculous! I think he must be a fraud."

Upon hearing Amos' words, the dancers who were on their way to change clothes slowed down their pace, looking curiously at the scene.

Seeing Ruth holding hands with Charlotte, they were surprised.

After all these years, they had never heard of Ruth being so intimate with any man.

But hearing Amos' words, their gossip senses were piqued.

Could it be that the renowned dancer of Amman Street was deceived by a gigolo?

In an instant, the onlookers' opinions turned, making Amos' face look worse. He stared coldly at Charlotte and wanted to tear him apart.

"Lord Amos, you don't look too good. I suppose you need to drink several bottles of magic medicine every day to control your addiction, don't you?"

Charlotte wasn't intimidated by his fierce gaze and calmly said, "But that won't do. I heard that Harriman's sundries shop has started selling anti-addiction potions.

They are a bit expensive at one million copper coins per bottle, but I still advise you to buy one to save your life."

Amos' face turned unnatural, and he exclaimed, "Nonsense! I haven't been taking magic medicine at all!"

"Oh, but I'm a doctor, you can't fool me." Charlotte smiled faintly and then placed his hand on Ruth's shoulder. "Ruth, let's go."

The two of them walked past Amos.

"Don't forget what the High Priest told you, Ruth." Amos suddenly said in a low voice.

Ruth's steps paused, and a struggle flashed in her eyes.

Charlotte's hand on her shoulder tightened slightly, sending her some strength. They proceeded downstairs without hesitation.

"This guy" Amos looked at Charlotte intimately holding Ruth's shoulder, clenched his fist, and his eyes became filled with murderous intent.

The dancers who had been watching dispersed now that the main players had left.

"Young master, shall I...?"

A servant behind Amos raised his hand and made a gesture to silence Charlotte.

Amos shook his head with a dark expression.

"No, let him live a few more days. I want to see if that bitch dares to defy the High Priest's words. When the time comes... heh, I'll make them both know what it feels like to be better off dead."