Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 54: That Man Appears Again!

The conference room fell silent as the doctors of Fran Medical Hall stared at the young man standing at the door, their eyes widening one by one.

"What... What did you say?" Andrew stood up abruptly.

"Miss Ruth's illness has been cured..." the young man whispered.

"Impossible! Impossible!" Andrew waved his hand forcefully, his brows furrowing deeply.

He was the one who made the diagnosis for Ruth. As a senior mage specializing in healing magic, he was certain that the healing magic did not affect Ruth's condition. That was the evidence for diagnosing her as a "Discarded by the Gods" patient.

Healing mages, the higher their level, the greater their abilities.

However, once they reached the rank of a senior mage, they had already mastered most of the skills required by doctors, enough to run a medical hall.

Higher magic ranks provided more powerful healing effects and shorter casting times.

Thus, advanced healing mages played an important support role in battles, acting as infinite healers, much loved by combat-oriented individuals.

As the chief physician of Fran Medical Hall, an experienced senior mage specializing in healing magic, he was extremely confident in his diagnosis.

There was no possibility of misdiagnosis.

Moreover, before coming to Fran Medical Hall, the other three medical halls had already made the diagnosis of "Discarded by the Gods."

Including the neighboring Duru Medical Hall, where the diagnosis was reportedly made by Dean Roland himself.

Seeing the chief physician and his colleagues looking skeptical, the young doctor didn't argue. The situation in Duru Medical Hall wasn't any better, so he simply said in a low voice, "She's currently in the medical hall across the street."

Andrew paced back and forth in the conference room a few times, then waved his hand and walked out, saying, "Meeting adjourned! I'm going to check it out!"

Inside Duru Medical Hall, in a luxurious diagnostic room.

Ruth sat in front of a diagnostic table with gold trim, a cup of pleasantly warm tea placed beside her, while three doctors with solemn expressions sat across from her.

Between the two middle-aged doctors sat a young doctor, dressed in a white robe, his hands folded on the table, with distinct knuckles on his slender fingers.

He appeared to be in his early thirties, with neatly combed brown hair. His handsome face had exquisite features, especially his deep brown eyes which were both profound and gentle. They were hidden beneath long eyelashes, easily captivating anyone who looked into them.

At this moment, he fixed his gaze on Ruth, squinting slightly as if trying to see through her.

Feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny, Ruth picked up the tea and took a sip, then looked at the young doctor and said, "Dean Roland, I'm only here for scar removal. There's no need for a consultation by three senior mages."

"I apologize, Miss Ruth, for our audacity and abruptness. However, just ten days ago, we diagnosed you as a 'Discarded by the Gods' patient. If it was our misdiagnosis, we need to offer you our sincere apologies." Roland's voice was warm and gentle. "Before that, please allow us to reexamine your body to assess your condition and avoid any oversight."

The expressions of the other two doctors seemed somewhat uneasy, but they still nodded in agreement.

If Ruth's illness had truly been cured, it would be a major setback in their medical careers.

"I've already said that I'm completely fine, with no problems at all..." Ruth looked somewhat helpless as she gazed at the three individuals. Meeting Roland's calm and gentle eyes, she extended her right hand and sighed softly, "Alright, go ahead and examine me."

"Thank you for your cooperation." Roland smiled and a green light glimmered at the tip of his index finger. He lightly placed his finger on Ruth's wrist, and the green light entered her wrist as he closed his eyes.

Silence filled the diagnostic room.

Andrew had somehow snuck into the room, and upon seeing Roland diagnosing Ruth, he resisted the urge to ask the doctors beside him.

Fran Medical Hall and Duru Medical Hall both belonged to the Duru family, so although they appeared to be competitors, doctors could easily move between the two establishments since they were familiar with each other.

All the doctors and nurses held their breath, quietly waiting for Roland's diagnosis.

Although the dean was young, no one would question his abilities. He graduated from the Calva Medical Academy and became a fourth-rank senior mage before the age of thirty. If he hadn't been overshadowed by that man, he would have been an incredibly talented individual.

With his background, if he didn't work hard, he could easily return home to inherit a trillion-dollar fortune. After all, he was Roland Duru.

But today, Miss Ruth is sitting here, claiming that her illness was diagnosed by Doctor Charlotte. Charlotte... What a familiar name.

That almost-forgotten name resurfaced in everyone's mind.

The Abyss was too close to Calva, so every medical practitioner in the Abyss had inevitably heard stories about him over the past few years. After graduating from Calva Medical Academy at the age of twenty as a senior mage, he was arrested and had his magic source severed at the age of twenty-three. A brilliant but short-lived genius.

There had been very few reports about him in the past three years, almost causing people to forget that such a person existed.

Today, that man appeared again!

Charlotte!

And he cured Ruth!

Ruth looked relaxed, observing the nervous expressions of the doctors. Her lips curled up slightly, almost wanting to laugh. Not long ago, they had given her a death sentence, labeling her as "Discarded by the Gods." Besides suffering from her illness, she had to endure some rumors as well.

Charlotte saved her, so when she came today, in addition to scar removal, she wanted these people to know that in this world, there was a doctor as uniquely capable as Charlotte!

Three minutes later, Roland opened his eyes and smiled at Ruth. "Miss Ruth, your body is in excellent health, and your previous symptoms have completely disappeared. You have indeed made a full recovery."

Silence filled the diagnostic room, and even the sound of breathing became exceptionally clear. All the medical staff looked at Roland with disbelief.

Andrew's mouth gradually fell open, and his widened eyes expressed incredulity. "This... This is impossible!" The first person to speak was the chubby doctor sitting next to Roland, the vice dean of Duru Medical Hall. He trembled and placed his hand on Ruth's wrist.

Everyone's hopeful gazes turned to the vice dean. Although the dean was young, he was still a bit inexperienced. Perhaps he had made a misdiagnosis?

The vice dean, with decades of experience as a senior physician, surely wouldn't make a mistake.

Three minutes later, the vice dean opened his eyes, his chubby face trembling slightly. He lowered his head in embarrassment, and his deep voice squeezed out, "Indeed, it's healed..."

Now, everyone was speechless. With the dean personally examining it and the vice dean confirming it again, who would dare to have any doubts?

Andrew didn't have much to say either and planned to slip away while no one noticed.

"Oh, isn't this Chief Andrew? Why have you come? By the way, I want to thank you for the pain-relieving potion you prescribed for me last time. It was a bit expensive, but it saved me a lot of suffering," Ruth's sweet voice already sounded.

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