Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 206：Treating Jacob

The clinic is open for business, with patients coming in to purchase potions and seek medical treatment.

When the crowd saw Kasha, who was now dressed in an elegant maid outfit, their eyes lit up.

Compared to her previous loose-fitting blouse, this seemingly conservative dress exuded sophistication.

The delicate and exquisite ruffled hem added a touch of elegance to her apron, making Kasha look beautiful and captivating.

"Miss Kasha, you look beautiful today," complimented an adventurer after receiving his potion.

"Thank you," Kasha smiled slightly.

"Miss Kasha, is that a newly customized dress? Which tailor-made it for you? I also want to have a brightly colored one," asked a curvaceous female mercenary standing behind me.

"This is..." Kasha pondered briefly and replied, "It was custom-made by Ivan Tailor's shop on the 8th lane of Tova Street. If you're interested, you can go there and have a tailored fit by Ivan."

"Okay, thank you for sharing," the female mercenary expressed gratitude.

Perhaps it was because Kasha looked so stunning, the number of customers purchasing potions seemed to have increased today, with many patients even buying multiple emergency kits.

Not only did the number of potion buyers increase, but there was also a growth in the number of patients lining up for treatment, mostly adventurers and mercenaries injured by wild beasts.

"Ah...Ouch! That hurts!" exclaimed a minotaur with a severe injury on his buttocks, unable to face Charlotte directly as he poured a whole bottle of cleansing potion on his rear, causing an excruciating pain that almost made him jump.

"What were you thinking? Attacking with your rear end?" Charlotte chuckled while stitching the wound.

"That leopard didn't fight fair, it unexpectedly ambushed me. I wasn't paying attention, and it pounced on me.

Luckily, my teammates acted swiftly; otherwise, a chunk of my flesh would have been bitten off from my butt," the minotaur grumbled, exasperated.

"Nowadays, with the weather turning cold, the monsters are also stockpiling meat for winter. They're roaming everywhere, and it's hard to defend against them."

"Indeed, just yesterday, I saw a mercenary squad that had been wiped out by a pack of wolves. All that was left were a few bones. It was so gruesome."

"Sigh, what can we do? Winter is approaching, and not only do the monsters need to store fat for winter, but we too have to seize the opportunity before the heavy snowfall comes. Otherwise, we'll go hungry during winter."

"I heard from the elderly that this winter is coming earlier than previous years, and it's bound to be even colder. Hopefully, there won't be any outbreaks like the Black Death; otherwise, it will be a tough winter."

"Stop, stop, no more talking about such ominous things. The Abyss hasn't seen the Black Death for many years."

The patients in line behind them engaged in lively discussions, expressing their concerns about the upcoming winter.

"Black Death?" Charlotte was taken aback. He didn't expect that this world also had the Black Death, and according to the patients' conversations, it still occurred occasionally.

After all, this disease had wiped out about a third of Europe's population in the Middle Ages.

However, the good news was that the Black Death in this world seemed to lack the terrifying contagiousness of the real plague.

It wasn't constantly prevalent or spreading.

But listening to the patients' discussions, Charlotte couldn't help feeling some urgency about the impending winter.

When the heavy snowfall arrived and adventurers and mercenaries no longer ventured into the wilderness, the demand for emergency kits would plummet, potentially drastically reducing the income from selling potions.

Moreover, with fewer excursions into the wilderness, the chances of adventurers and mercenaries getting injured would significantly decrease, resulting in a decline in patients visiting the clinic for treatment and a corresponding plunge in medical income as well.

He has to earn enough money for the winter before the heavy snowfall blocks the mountain pass, or... expand his potion business by selling daily essentials like moisturizing essence.

If he can get more orders, this winter will be a bit easier for him.

Diana has transformed into a strong independent woman and is too busy to ask her for help with promoting the moisturizing essence.

He still needs to plan how to promote the moisturizing essence.

After stitching up the wounds of the minotaur, Charlotte applied half a bottle of hemostatic potion and gave the remaining half to him. He signaled that he could leave and settle the bill.

The minotaur paid and thanked Charlotte before leaving.

Next, a bald middle-aged man walked in, tall and using a wooden stick as a crutch under his armpit. His left leg was suspended and fixed with a thin wooden stick.

Following behind him was a half-elf holding a sleeping little boy in her arms.

"Is the leg injured?" Charlotte asked.

Jacob didn't expect the doctor to be such a young human, but considering the severely injured minotaur he had witnessed earlier being cured, he didn't have any doubts.

He quickly nodded and said, "My... my leg is broken."

"How did it break?" Charlotte removed the stick tied to his leg, which was swollen and discolored due to tight binding, impeding blood circulation.

The touch caused Jacob to pale with pain, and he trembled as he said, "It was... it was broken by an iron rod."

With just a gentle touch, Charlotte could perceive the condition of his lower leg bone. It was a comminuted fracture, a very severe condition that couldn't be easily healed with just a splint.

Charlotte immediately said, "Lie down on the operating table. Your leg needs surgery."

"Doctor, can his leg be saved?" Nora asked anxiously.

When they were driven out of Calva, they had very little money left, which couldn't afford the high treatment fees of the big medical institutions.

They came here only because they heard that this medical clinic had relatively affordable prices.

Can a doctor who charges so little fix Jacob's broken leg? This worried her.

"He hasn't been injured for too long, so it should be fine," Charlotte nodded slightly.

"However, if it had been another day later, it may have been a different story."

"Please, you must save his leg. I beg you," Nora said earnestly.

"The family members can wait outside the door. There are chairs outside," Charlotte said with a slight nod.

"Go ahead, Nora, don't worry about me," Jacob said from the operating table.

After Nora left with the child in her arms, Charlotte began sterilizing the scalpel and asked, "Are you afraid of pain? Anesthesia potion costs 800 copper coins per bottle. Do you want to use it?"

Jacob quickly shook his head at the offer and said firmly, "I'm not afraid of pain, just proceed."

Charlotte glanced at him and poured half a bottle of cleansing potion onto his leg, then used the scalpel to make an incision.

"Ah"

As soon as the scalpel made a small cut, Jacob couldn't help but scream in pain.

Physical anesthesia greeted him.

Retracting his scalpel, Charlotte continued the surgery.

This was his recent research result. For patients with relatively stable conditions but limited funds, physical anesthesia ensured that the surgery could be conducted quietly and smoothly, with relatively controllable patient discomfort.

After cutting through the skin and muscles, Charlotte removed a lot of shattered bones.

The patient's fracture condition was indeed not optimistic. His leg had been smashed by an iron rod and looked as if it had been run over by a truck, indicating the mercilessness of the attacker.

In this case, only crushed bone powder could be prepared to replace the broken bone.

If it were one more day later, Charlotte would have had to amputate his leg.

The couple could tell at a glance that they were not Abyss locals. They had suffered such severe injuries and had a child with them, likely coming from the neighboring town of Calva.

Charlotte had become quite skilled in bone-setting operations recently.

The method of using crushed bone powder was relatively simple and convenient. He fixed the shaped bone to the broken bone, making them fit together perfectly, and applied the bone powder to make them stick firmly.

Then he sutured the muscles, fascia, and skin in order.

The bone powder had its unique properties, gradually fusing with the patient's bones and producing good healing results.

After applying a hemostatic potion to the wound, and using four thin wooden sticks for temporary fixation, preventing the leg from deforming under pressure, Charlotte awakened Jacob.

Jacob suddenly opened his eyes, instinctively touched his face, and felt a burning pain. He also felt a bit dizzy in his head.

Did the surgery just start and he was already knocked out by the doctor?

"The surgery was successful. After going back, rest well for today. Be careful not to put pressure on your left leg for now, to prevent the wound from reopening," Charlotte's voice sounded in his ears.

Jacob regained his senses, sat up subconsciously, and looked at his left lower leg.

There was a stitched wound on his lower leg, and when he saw it, a tingling sensation followed. However, this pain was different from before.

Previously, he felt a sharp pain as if his leg was filled with fragments of broken bones.

Now, it was just the pain caused by the incision, which had not completely healed yet.

The leg, which was originally swollen and purplish-red, had now returned to normal.

He tried to move his big toe, and his eyes immediately turned red.

He had confirmed that the doctor hadn't lied to him, his leg was indeed healed.