Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 139：We Are Running A Medical Clinic, Not A Charity Hall

Charlotte gestured for Vivian to take the pendant.

[Rough jade pendant, low quality, value: 200 copper coins.]

He had already made a note about it in his mind.

What could they do? Take away the remaining 300 copper coins from them.

With the help of the Fox Guard, the injured man was carried out, and the next patient was brought in.

This patient's condition was slightly better, with no excessively gruesome wounds.

However, there was an iron rod piercing straight through his back to his chest, which looked quite shocking.

Fortunately, the patient was an orc with tough skin and a sturdy physique.

"It hurts... It hurts!"

Boris, the orc, sat down on the operating table with support, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

"What happened?"

Charlotte asked in surprise as she cut open his clothes with scissors, revealing the pierced iron rod.

"A head monster rammed into the window, causing the reinforced iron bar to fly, and then..."

Boris was at a loss, his face full of sincerity as he pleaded, "Please save me. I'm still young, I haven't experienced love, and I haven't even held the hand of a female orc."

Charlotte exposed the wounds in the front and back by cutting his clothes, but there wasn't excessive bleeding, possibly because his muscles were taut and no vital organs seemed to have been affected, judging from the orc's reaction.

However, the iron rod that went through him from front to back looked quite horrifying, so he was sent to the front by Vivian.josei

"I'm going to remove this iron rod now," Charlotte said, grabbing the solid iron rod that was as thick as an adult's arm.

"You're going to pull it out directly?!" Boris exclaimed, shaking his head hastily.

"No, please! I can't stand too much pain. If you pull it out directly, it might take my life."

"Do you have the medical fee with you?" Charlotte asked Boris.

"3000 copper coins, is that enough?" Boris weakly asked.

He knew how expensive medical fees could be, and he had also heard that this clinic's fees were relatively cheap. He couldn't remove the iron rod on his own, which was why he had come here.

Only after arriving did he realize that this small clinic had upgraded to a medical facility, and it even had an extraordinary name—the Abyss Clinic.

The names of the other three major family clinics were not as imposing.

He had heard that the doctors in this clinic didn't use magic and relied on potions and surgeries to treat patients. He had worried about whether it was reliable or not.

But before him, the situations of the other two guys were much more severe than his own, and they had been lifted out after a short time.

They were cured!

The big bro who entered first had already regained consciousness before entering the clinic. He had walked out of the clinic with the support of his wife, like a medical miracle.

Boris had increasingly more confidence in Doctor Charlotte's medical skills, but his confidence in the money in his pocket faded.

He usually just runs a small business selling second-hand information. He had just paid protection money to his boss and didn't have much savings.

"Well, let me get you a sedative," Charlotte released her grip on the iron rod and took a bottle of transparent potion from the nearby medicine cabinet.

"This potion..."

Boris asked cautiously, "How much does it cost per bottle?"

"800 copper coins."

Boris raised an eyebrow, finding it a bit expensive but still affordable. He then asked, "After drinking it, the surgery won't be painful, right?"

"Normally, after drinking it, you will enter an anesthetic state and won't feel any pain," Charlotte nodded, glanced at the iron rod, and calmly said, "To use it or not, it's up to you."

"I'll use it," Boris replied decisively.

After taking a dose of the sedative, Boris soon began to feel dizzy, his eyelids heavy, and the pain in his body gradually disappeared.

Then, he lost consciousness.

"While you stabilize his internal organs with Healing Magic, I'll slowly remove the iron rod to ensure that no secondary damage is caused during the extraction," Charlotte confirmed Boris' unconsciousness and said to Vivian.

Vivian nodded, took out her magic wand, and looked at Charlotte, who carefully cut off both ends of the iron rod. She was a bit curious and asked, "Boss, why did you ask him in advance if he brought money?"

"We run a clinic, not a charity. If we don't charge money, we'll end up with nothing," Charlotte placed the severed iron rod in a corner.

It was solid iron and could be sold for several dozen copper coins at least.

After cutting off the iron rod, Charlotte placed Boris' body in a supine position on the operating table, holding the metal rod with two fingers from his chest and slowly pulling it out inch by inch.

Fresh blood gushed out from the hole in his back, instantly staining the bedsheet red.

Vivian silently chanted spells as strands of green light entered Boris' chest, quickly repairing the damaged organs within his chest and controlling the bleeding.

The half-meter-long iron rod stained with blood was pulled out from Boris' chest.

Meanwhile, Vivian had already finished repairing the internal organs and blood vessels.

Charlotte picked up a suture needle and began the final stitching work.

It must be said that Vivian was quite a good assistant.

Most doctors wouldn't dare to forcefully remove the iron rod as he did. Just confirming whether the organs were damaged, whether removing them would cause secondary injury, and how to handle the contamination from the iron rod were all challenging tasks.

A surgery like this would probably take several hours.

But with a mid-level Healing Magic mage as backup, he only needed to devise the most direct and time-saving plan and then execute it directly.

Three minutes later, the wounds were sutured front and back.

Charlotte washed his hands and flicked some cold water on Boris' face.

Boris' eyelids twitched and then opened.

His hazy eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment. Suddenly, Boris snapped back to reality, making a strenuous effort to look at his chest.

The iron rod that had pierced through was now gone, leaving only a neatly stitched wound. He hadn't fully regained his physical sensation, so he couldn't feel any pain.

"The operation was successful. You can leave now," Charlotte helped him up from the operating table.

"What day is it...?"

Boris reached back to touch his own back and found no cavity. It had also been stitched up.

"It's been about ten minutes since you passed out," Charlotte pointed to a tray nearby.

Following his finger, Boris saw the blood-stained iron rod on the tray.

A slightly terrified expression appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Doctor. Thank you for saving my life," Boris clasped his chest and bowed to Charlotte and Vivian, his eyes filled with gratitude and relief from escaping a disaster.

Charlotte's eyes carried a hint of amusement, but his expression remained calm as he said, "800 copper coins for the sedative, 2 bottles of cleansing potion, and 2 bottles of hemostatic potion, totaling 400 copper coins. 800 copper coins for the iron rod operation, totaling 2000 copper coins."

"Only 2000 copper coins?!"

Boris immediately reached into his pocket, took out a money pouch, counted 20 silver coins, and presented them to Vivian with both hands. He said, "Your fees are reasonable. If it were any other clinic, it would have cost at least 10,000 copper coins."

"In that case, why don't you pay an additional 8,000?" Charlotte laughed.

"No, brother, I was just joking," Boris quickly put away the money pouch, then said seriously, "You saved my life, and I'll remember this favor.

If you need any information, you can find me at the 6th store on the 8th lane of Amman Street. My name is Boris, an information dealer.

Maybe I can provide some help for you."