I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

[Ding! Patient Jack the Lizardman has issued you a quest: Treat a fractured arm! Quest reward: 200 copper coins! Fracture surgery experience +20! Accept: Yes! No!]

The system's voice sounded.

A special reward? Could it be some rare item again? Charlotte's eyes lit up, and she decisively accepted the mission.

Having received Jack the Lizard's approval, Charlotte felt a mix of nervousness and excitement.

Although he has been running the clinic on his own for two days, most of the patients he has seen in those two days have external injuries and are being treated with medicine, which falls under the realm of magic.

This is the first time I've had surgery.

What allowed the original owner to stand firm in this abyss was her determination to perform surgery on patients.

Regardless of success or failure, at least the courage was at its peak.

So this was not just a fracture surgery, but also his first surgery in another world, in which he tried to use his years of veterinary experience.

Even if it's to save the world, this surgery is absolutely necessary.

The worst-case scenario is that this patient will have to undergo an amputation.

This is nothing new in the diary.

He's had amputations before; he remembers one on a small dog whose left front leg was crushed in a car accident...

"You go into the operating room and lie down first. I need to do some pre-operative preparations," Charlotte said, pointing towards the operating room.

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Vivian immediately stepped forward and led the somber-faced Jack to the operating room.

Stepping into the operating room, Jack suddenly regretted it. The cold operating room sent a chill down his spine. He sat down blankly by the operating table, nervously looking towards the door.

"Surgery? And it involves cutting open the arm?" Vivian was equally puzzled; this was a method she had never heard of before.

Even in those barbershops in the capital that deceive the ignorant masses, the barbers only perform bloodletting and amputation on patients.

For a patient like this with a fracture, the options are either to tie two pieces of wood to the fracture and let it heal naturally, or to amputate the limb and end the problem permanently.

She had never heard of cutting open an arm to treat the bone directly.

Charlotte, now dressed in a clean white robe, entered the operating room. She stared at Jack's scaly arm for a while, frowned in thought, then opened the toolbox beside her and began taking out tools.

Knife, machete, saw, hammer, steel nails... This patient's condition is somewhat special, and he needs to make some extra preparations.

"What...what are you going to do?" Jack, who was already nervous, turned pale with fright at what he saw.

"Your scales are too tough; I need to be prepared," Charlotte explained definitively.

Jack's throat bobbed, sensing something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Eileen, take these things and boil them in hot water to disinfect them," Charlotte said to Vivian.

"Boiling? Disinfecting?" Vivian looked puzzled, but at Charlotte's prompting, she obediently picked up the tools and headed to the alchemy room.

Having surgery was unusual enough, but the pre-operative preparations made it even more novel for her.

At Charlotte's arrangement, Jack lay flat on the operating table, eyes closed, with an expression of resignation.

Charlotte brought all the oil lamps from the clinic and placed them around the operating table, but the dim light was still somewhat lacking and could not compare to the shadowless lamps in the operating room.

Once he has the money, he'll definitely renovate the operating room, at least upgrading the lighting.

Surgery is a delicate procedure that cannot tolerate the slightest mistake. If the wrong artery is accidentally cut, it would be a major medical accident.

Vivian quickly brought the sterilized tools into the operating room and then stood aside watching curiously.

Without using healing magic or potions, she was very curious about how Charlotte treated the patient's fracture.

Charlotte first took a small knife from the plate. It was small in a sense, but it was still relatively large compared to the scalpels she usually used. It was more like a fruit knife, with a length of 20cm.

First, clean and disinfect Jack's arm with a cleaning agent, then Charlotte took a knife and made a sharp cut on his arm.

Squeak squeak squeak.

It was like a sharp, piercing sound as it scraped against hard metal.

Upon closer inspection, not a single scratch could be seen on the fine scales.

Jack looked up, his lips twitched, and he wanted to laugh, but he held it in.

Even in the abyss, a weak human like Charlotte would not be considered a threat by him.

Even if he stood there, and you gave him a knife, you probably couldn't even cut through his scales.

Charlotte frowned, put the knife back, and picked up a machete.

With a thick back and a wide blade, the blade is nearly half a meter long, clearly a weapon for cutting people.

Charlotte placed a cutting board under Jack's left hand, then held the knife with both hands and raised it above her head.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Jack quickly withdrew his hand, looking at Charlotte with a horrified expression.

He retracted his earlier thought; the way this guy held the knife with both hands was still somewhat frightening, and the way he placed a cutting board under it gave him the illusion that he himself had become a lamb to the slaughter.

"Your scales are too thick, so I need to use some extreme measures. Of course, you can rest assured, it's not a big problem," Charlotte reassured him, withdrawing his claws and placing them back on the cutting board.

"You're not going to cut my hand off with that knife, are you?" Jack trembled.

"Probably not? I'll try to hold back," Charlotte said calmly.

"What do you mean 'should'? You should have some confidence!" Jack braced himself against the edge of the bed, about to get up: "I'm not doing it anymore, I'm not doing it anymore."

"No, we're already here." Charlotte pressed her knife against Jack's neck. "Your fracture is serious. You need surgery immediately. As a doctor, I have a responsibility to you."

Feeling the cold touch on his neck, Jack's throat bobbed, and he had no choice but to lie down again.

He was truly unlucky to have encountered such a responsible doctor.

"Thank you for your cooperation." Charlotte nodded in satisfaction, raised her knife again, and aimed it intently at Jack's arm.

He had only ever seen such a heavy cleaver at the butcher's place; it was usually used to chop large pig bones.

Jack turned his face away, tears welling up in his eyes. If he could do it all over again, he would never go into that shady shop; it was too terrifying!

Vivian instinctively took two steps back, covered her eyes, and peeked through her fingers.

I feel like the following scene is going to be extremely bloody and violent, even more terrifying than an amputation at a barbershop!

But for some reason, her heart was pounding, and she was actually... a little excited and looking forward to it?

This is even more terrifying!

Ding!

The heavy cleaver landed on Jack's arm, and Charlotte felt as if she had struck an iron rod. Her hand went numb, and the cleaver flew out of her grasp.

Looking at Jack's arm again, there was only a shallow mark left; he still hadn't managed to cut off a single scale.

Charlotte shook her hand, looking a little embarrassed.

Goodness, that's maxed out the defense!

The intense tremor made Jack wince in pain, and he jumped out of bed.

"I'm done! I'm done! I'm leaving this place!" Jack's emotions had completely collapsed. He had seen through it all; this human was no doctor at all, and didn't even have the ability to be a good butcher.

"Wait a minute! In that case, it seems we have to take out that sword." Charlotte reached out to stop Jack, her expression turning serious.