Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 280：Do you also plan to study me like this?

"I'm not going, I want to stay and accompany the master," Kasha immediately shook her head.

"I have to go into the wilderness, not to Calva," Marsha also shook her head.

Vivian shook her head as well, "Forget it, I'm not going either. Don't you still need to make potions for Kasha and treat the Fox Guards? You're too busy. I'll stay and help you."

"What about your master?" Charlotte was well aware of how fond Adolf was of his precious disciple.

"I don't care about him. I'm in charge in the Abyss," Vivian waved her hand dismissively.

Charlotte didn't say much anymore. He was indeed busy tonight, and Vivian staying behind would help alleviate some of his workload. He immediately assigned her a task, "If you have nothing to do in the afternoon, extract the bovine pancreas that Klee brought back yesterday. In a couple of days, Billy will also come to collect the first batch of goods."

"Alright," Vivian didn't refuse and nodded.

In the afternoon, there were no pedestrians on the streets. Every household had their doors and windows shut tight. The mist-covered Baka Street was eerily quiet.

Charlotte brewed a batch of intermediate hemostatic and cleansing potions in the alchemy room. Due to the operation of the alchemy workshop during this period, he had been slacking off a bit in potion-making, causing his proficiency to stagnate.

After the night of the Red Moon, he should start trying to make some new potions.

He hadn't even tried replicating the potions he had left in his diary before.

For example, the Dream Blue Potion could restore magic power for magicians.

As winter approached, the weather grew colder, and the nights arrived earlier than usual.

A small squad of four Fox Guards arrived in front of the clinic. After greeting Charlotte, two of them stationed themselves on each side to guard.

The leader had fourth-level strength, while the other three members were at the third level.

"You stay at the clinic. Marsha and I are going out. If any Fox Guards get injured and seek medical help, you will treat them," Charlotte instructed Vivian, who nodded in acknowledgment.

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Charlotte and Marsha then went out, leaving Vivian behind to assist him.

"Where do I enter the Abyss?" Marsha didn't get into the carriage, instead sitting beside Charlotte while holding Blackie in her arms.

"I'll take you to a place where you can enter. The entrance on this side has already been sealed," Charlotte cracked the whip, and the carriage accelerated forward.

The streets were empty with not a soul in sight.

Even the most vicious criminals would only find a place to hide tonight.

Occasionally encountering patrols, they saw the emblem on the carriage and didn't stop it. They arrived smoothly at the back of the alchemy workshop.

After securing the carriage, Charlotte turned on the modified headlamps and walked with Marsha towards the cave.

"Can we go out from here?" Marsha followed behind Charlotte, somewhat surprised.

She knew there was a wind tunnel behind the workshop, but didn't know where it led.

"You'll know when we get there," Charlotte said, as he walked confidently along the narrow and steep crevice, with Marsha following closely behind. Despite her petite stature and being born in the Lion tribe, she had the agile figure of a cat, effortlessly maneuvering through the narrow and steep crevices. However, she was equally surprised by Charlotte's agility.

"How can he be so nimble? He's a big guy, how is he able to walk on the slope as if it were flat ground? Could he also be an orc?" Marsha murmured to herself.

Suddenly, the path ahead widened, and Marsha could easily see in the darkness. In this widened passage, two cages were placed, each containing a Golden Devouring Rat.

The passage was five meters long, and beyond that was a spacious area with the sound of waves crashing against rocks. The air carried a faint salty scent.

"Is this the sea?!" Marsha hurried forward, but all she saw was the vast black sea. It appeared rather oppressive and unlike the beautiful seas, she had heard of.

"Shouldn't the sea be blue?" Marsha turned back to look at Charlotte.

Charlotte smiled and said, "The sea isn't blue. It appears blue to us because sunlight reflects off the surface and into our eyes. It's nighttime now, so what you see is only black. But if you wait a while longer, with your night vision, you might see a red sea."

"Forget it, it's probably not a beautiful sea anyway," Marsha shook her head.

She noticed eight Golden Devouring Rats lined up on the platform and asked curiously, "Why did you capture them and put them here?"

"For experiments, for example, those two at the end. Once they become possessed, I will dissect them and examine their brains and bodies to see how the Red Moon affects their possession," Charlotte explained.

Marsha took a step back, slightly terrified as she looked at Charlotte. "Are you... also a necromancer?"

What kind of terrifying person could casually talk about dissecting someone?

"Are you... planning to study me like this too?"

To a certain extent, she had undergone a demonic transformation and then regained her clarity, which should have made her more valuable for research than those Golden Devouring Rats, right?

Did he also want to dissect her brain, open her belly, and dissect her for research?

"I don't study you; I lack a control group," Charlotte said earnestly, shaking his head.

Marsha breathed a sigh of relief but soon realized that his words didn't seem right either. What if there was a so-called control group?

"Red Moon is about to appear, and you haven't set off yet?" Charlotte reminded.

Marsha glanced in the direction of the sea, where the sky was slowly turning red. She immediately said, "Then I'll go. What kind of beast blood do you want?"

"Try to get some that tastes good. I need it to make potions for Kasha. Once you get the blood, you must come back immediately; it's useless once it coagulates," Charlotte said.

"Alright," Marsha agreed and then lightly leaped up the cliff while holding Blackie in her arms. Quickly disappearing into the darkness, she charged towards the depths of the wilderness.

Charlotte didn't stay idle either. He took out a table from his spatial ring to serve as an operating table and hung several headlamps on the cliff to fully illuminate the operating table and the outer platform, allowing him to observe the condition of the eight Golden Devouring Rats in their cages.

In the direction of the sea, the sky was a dark red, and the surface of the sea gradually took on a layer of red as well.

The sea breeze blew loudly, mixed with the roars of beasts coming from the wilderness. Being alone by the sea, he couldn't help but feel a sense of eerie horror.

The Golden Devouring Rats in the cages also began to show signs of restlessness, squeaking.

Before long, the red moon rose gradually from the edge of the sea, and everything suddenly fell silent.

The possessed Golden Devouring Rats in the cages became eerily quiet, all looking toward the direction of the red moon as if they were stunned.

Charlotte, too, had the same expression.

He stood there, dazed, gazing at the red moon rising from the sea, as the red moon, red sea, and red sky merged into one, like an endless sea of blood, in which something indescribable seemed to be writhing as if trying to break free.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out.

Charlotte suddenly snapped out of it, only to find that one foot was already hanging in the air. Another step forward, and he would have fallen off the cliff.

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. If it weren't for the warning sound from the system, he might have already succumbed to the influence of the red moon.

He had reminded himself repeatedly to stay alert before coming, but never did he expect to be ensnared so quickly.

He now had a clear and profound understanding of the horror of the red moon.

During the previous Red Moon night, he hid in the Abyss and didn't truly experience the Red Moon.

But at this moment, he had gained a clear and profound understanding of the horror of the red moon.

At the same time, the eyes of the Golden Devouring Rats in cages 5, 6, 7, and 8 had turned blood red, and they began behaving aggressively.

The Golden Devouring Rats in cages 7 and 8, free of any restraints, started violently banging and biting the cages. Even the sturdy cages made of the alloy were sprayed with sparks and even fragmented teeth.

The Golden Devouring Rats in cages 5 and 6 had also become possessed, but despite facing the cages filled with stinging nettles, they still showed obvious fear and didn't rampantly attack the cages like those in cages 7 and 8. Instead, they fretted and rolled in place, then started digging and tearing at the ground where there were no stinging nettles.

However, beneath the loosened soil, the stinging nettles also emerged.

When the Golden Devouring Rats that had been stung on their hands and mouths earlier noticed, they seemed puzzled and immediately stopped their digging and tearing. They even looked back in Charlotte's direction as if saying, "Hey, Mr. Six."

After confirming the consistent behavior of the two Golden Devouring Rats, Charlotte made a note in his notebook: "Stinging nettles have a significant deterrent effect on possessed Golden Devouring Rats."

He then turned his attention to cages 3 and 4, where the Golden Devouring Rats had been stung by stinging nettles in advance. Their behavior was somewhat strange. Their eyes had turned red, but not as vividly as the ones in cages 5 and 6. They didn't show as much aggressiveness and seemed to retain some of their sanity. They scratched their ears and cheeks in place, seemingly unsure of what to do.

Charlotte used gloves made of animal skin to pick them up and tossed them into a box filled with stinging nettles, shaking it once more, before returning them to their respective cages.

He also lifted the completely possessed Golden Devouring Rat from cage 6 by its scruff, poured a bottle of green extract into its mouth, and threw it back into the cage.

His gaze remained fixed on it.