Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

"I'm not leaving. My injuries are fine. Please save my brother," Celia shook her head, refusing, her gaze earnestly fixed on Charlotte.

"You'll only hinder me from saving your brother here. It's too noisy," Charlotte calmly replied, holding a cleaning solution in one hand.

Celia looked at Charlotte's calm gaze and gradually calmed down.

"Celia, you should go out and leave it to the doctors," Jonah also said with difficulty.

"Your wounds still need immediate attention. Please come with me," Vivian took Celia's hand and quickly left the operating room, closing the door behind them.

"Do I have a chance of survival, doctor?" Jonah weakly looked at Charlotte, his pale face filled with hope and fear.

"Your injuries are quite severe, with significant blood loss. Whether you can survive depends on fate," Charlotte rinsed the blood hole on his foot with the cleaning solution, removing debris and dirt.

"Ah—"

The intense pain caused Jonah's body to convulse uncontrollably, aggravating his other wounds and causing more bleeding.

"This won't do. I've only just begun cleaning the wound," Charlotte's heart tightened. She took a bottle of anesthetic from the side, opened the lid, and poured half of it directly into Jonah.

Soon, Jonah stopped struggling.

"Doctor, am I dying... I'm losing consciousness, and... I'm so tired, I want to sleep..." Jonah couldn't stop his tears, bidding farewell to the world with sorrow.

"Please tell Celia to live well, not to venture into the wilderness anymore... and my beloved Marigold, I haven't had a chance to confess yet..."

"The drink I gave you is an anesthetic. Losing consciousness is a normal reaction. Sleep, and you'll be fine when you wake up," Charlotte calmly continued cleaning and dressing the wounds.

Before she could finish speaking, Jonah had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Half a bottle of anesthetic takes effect in one minute, and within three minutes, the patient falls into a state of unconsciousness.

The medication was quite effective.

With Jonah in a coma, it became much easier for Charlotte to operate.

The door to the operating room was opened, and Vivian walked in, closing the door behind her, blocking Celia's concerned gaze outside.

"Is he dead?" Vivian looked at Jonah lying motionless on the bed, filled with worry.

"No, I used an anesthetic to facilitate the surgery," Charlotte shook her head, looking at the bleeding wound on Jonah's foot and the four arrows stuck in his body.

She decisively said, "Use magic to stop the bleeding from his foot wounds first, and I'll come to suture them. I need to remove the arrows from his body first, or he may not hold on."

"But..." Vivian glanced in the direction of the door.

"Don't worry, she's a power-based half-beast, not sensitive to magic," Charlotte explained, holding a scalpel. She had already cut open Jonah's abdomen and started removing the arrows.

It must be said that Jonah was quite lucky.

The arrow was only 3 centimeters away from his stomach, and most of the force was absorbed by the animal hide armor.

However, it still penetrated his abdomen nearly ten centimeters, without causing damage to other organs or severe internal bleeding.

After removing the arrows, cleaning the wounds, and closing the abdominal cavity, Vivian used healing magic to stop the bleeding and regenerate the flesh in Jonah's foot wounds. The healing effect was so good that the flesh grew back completely.

Charlotte took a look and then handed Vivian a surgical scalpel and a set of sutures, saying, "Your magic looks too fake. Make a cross-shaped incision and then suture it back together. You can start with his hand."

"Ah... Me..." Vivian held the scalpel and suture in her hand, looking bewildered. "But I haven't learned it yet. Should I practice on him?"

"Practice more if you don't know. It's not like we have so many patients lying here for you to practice on with anesthesia. If you make a mistake, you can use magic to fix it," Charlotte said while cutting open Jonah's shoulder to remove the arrowhead, continuing her explanation.

"I see. I can fix it if I mess up," Vivian nodded thoughtfully and confidently picked up the scalpel.

She made two crossed incisions on Jonah's sole, sterilized them with a hemostatic solution, and then picked up the sutures, mimicking Charlotte's technique to sew the wounds.

However, for Vivian, who had never done any needlework before, stitching the skin together posed a significant challenge.

Fortunately, she didn't have to thread the needle; otherwise, it would have been even more difficult.

Copying the technique, when Charlotte removed the third arrow, Vivian finally finished suturing the wound.

Looking at the crooked and messy suture line, Charlotte's facial muscles twitched, but she still encouraged, "Not bad stitching."

"You're too good at comforting people," Vivian said with embarrassment. Compared to Charlotte's neat sutures, hers were truly a sight to behold.

"I need your help with this last arrow," Charlotte shifted her gaze to the arrow in Jonah's thigh, which had penetrated deeply.

What worried Charlotte the most was that the arrow passed through a possible artery.

While the arrow remained in his body, it may have blocked the bleeding, resulting in minimal blood loss.

However, once the arrow was removed, it could lead to significant bleeding.

Jonah's injuries were extremely severe, with excessive bleeding, and they lacked the conditions for a blood transfusion.

If removing the arrow caused massive bleeding again, it could very well result in death due to excessive blood loss.

Vivian cleaned her hands and approached, her face filled with anticipation. "Do you need me to suture it?"

"You dare to think," Charlotte rolled her eyes and pointed in the direction of the arrowhead.

"I'll cut open his leg muscles later and remove the arrow. But I suspect his major blood vessel has ruptured, so I need you to provide timely treatment to repair his blood vessels and muscles. Afterward, I'll suture the superficial muscles and skin."

"Understood," Vivian nodded repeatedly.

"I'll begin now. Remember, your healing magic must be timely. His bleeding is already severely excessive," Charlotte reminded again, her scalpel cutting through the skin, slicing through the muscles and fascia, attempting to extract the conical arrowhead.

As expected by Charlotte, as soon as the arrow was removed, blood gushed out from the ruptured artery, spraying over a meter high.

At the same time, Vivian pointed her magic wand, and a green light entered the wound.

The splattering of blood almost instantly stopped, and the ruptured artery healed as if nothing had happened. The damaged muscles also rapidly generated new tissue.

"Stop!"

Seeing the skin starting to regenerate, Charlotte quickly called for a halt.

Vivian put away her magic wand, and the final beam of green light entered Jonah's body, adding a hint of color to his pale face.

Charlotte started the finishing touches, suturing the nearly healed wound.

In just three minutes, a severe injury involving a major artery was perfectly handled.

This teamwork between a magic user and a physician was quite remarkable.

Charlotte checked Jonah's pulse and breathing. Although they weren't strong, relying on his half-beast constitution, he should be able to hold on.

To be safe, Charlotte took out two bottles of stamina potion and poured them into Jonah. His breath became more stable.

"Doctor, is the surgery over?" Outside the door, Celia was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, pacing around the small clinic.

Inside, it was silent. At first, she could hear her brother's cries, but then there was complete silence.

The quieter it became, the more restless she felt.

She couldn't help but think about where she should bury her brother if he died. Who should be informed, including the girl he liked?

They didn't have many friends. They could bury him next to their mother. At least, they would have each other's company. When she died, she could be buried there too.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was unlucky.

She couldn't help but recall the words a gentleman said a few years ago: Misfortunes always befall those who suffer.

Just as she was preparing her emotions, tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't hold them back any longer. She burst into tears when the door to the operating room suddenly opened.

Charlotte and Vivian stood on either side, their expressions serious.

On the bed, her brother was covered with a white cloth, no longer making any sound, appearing peacefully departed.

"Brother... You died so tragically..." Celia couldn't hold back anymore and threw herself onto the bed, crying uncontrollably.

Her sobbing filled the entire operating room, an atmosphere of heartbreak and tears.

"He..." Charlotte felt that something was off with the atmosphere and was about to correct it.

"Cough, ouch, ouch!" Just as the effects of the anesthesia wore off, Jonah, whose injured shoulder was being pressed by Celia, sat up in pain.

Burp—

Celia's wailing abruptly stopped as she looked at Jonah, who was alive and well, belching.

"Fool, I'm not dead..." Although Jonah was a bit dazed and weak, he managed to muster a smile and touched Celia's head to comfort her.

"Brother! You're alive! That's great!" Celia threw herself into Jonah's arms.

"Ouch, ouch!" Before she could hug him tightly, Jonah immediately cried out in pain.

Startled, Celia quickly let go and took two steps back, away from the operating table.

Only then did they take a closer look at Jonah's injuries.

Arrow wounds were everywhere, and all the arrows had been dealt with, leaving behind sewn-up wounds. Even the bloody hole on the sole of his foot had been stitched up.

However, there was a noticeable difference in the quality of the sutures compared to the other wounds.

In any case, all the wounds had been sutured, and there was no more bleeding.

Jonah finally confirmed that he was still alive.

"Thank you both for saving my life," Jonah looked at Charlotte and Vivian, expressing his gratitude.

He knew very well how severe his injuries were. They had no money and couldn't go to a large medical institution. He had prepared himself for death.

Unexpectedly, this Doctor Charlotte and her assistant used needles and thread to sew him up and save his life.

It was unbelievable, completely shattering his previous understanding that only healing magic users could treat and save people.

"Thank you for saving my brother," Celia regained her composure and deeply bowed to Charlotte and Vivian.