I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

There is no doubt that the girl exudes the aura of the dead.

No matter how harmless she looks, or how illogical it is that she became a necromancer, it cannot conceal her dangerous nature.

Vivian and Kasha watched the girl from behind, both nervous and curious.

This was also their first time seeing a necromancer. This cloaked, beast-eared girl looked quite different from the terrifying necromancers they had in mind.

She looks rather innocent and delicate; the kind of person who would cry for a long time if you punched her.

The girl untied her cloak and pulled it open to reveal her prominently pregnant belly. Her eyes were slightly red, and she said in a weak voice, "I was raped by a necromancer, I am pregnant with his child, and he cursed me, which is why I look like this. But I have never hurt anyone. My child is about to be born. Please help me."

Her small body made her protruding belly stand out even more.

Her words silenced the clinic instantly.

A fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl was raped and became pregnant by a necromancer, and was also cursed to become a necromancer herself.

Looking at her frail and pitiful appearance, one can't help but feel pity.

"How pitiful, she looks even younger than me, how could she..." Vivian said softly, her eyes full of pity.

Kasha looked at the girl with pity. Compared to her, her experience of spending a year in the sewers didn't seem so bad. At least no one was trying to kill her at any time.

Charlotte still frowned. The girl's words explained to some extent why she carried the aura of a necromancer. The curse and the child in her womb might both be related.

But if that's the case, shouldn't her family have sent her for purification and treatment immediately, instead of letting the baby in her womb continue to grow?

"There are four clinics in the Abyss, and shouldn't you go to a midwife to give birth? Why did you come to me?" Charlotte asked, looking at her.

"I heard you can perform surgery. I hope you can help me deliver the baby via C-section. I'm afraid midwives might get hurt, and other clinics definitely won't take me in." The girl's face grew paler, beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, her legs trembled, and she could barely stand by grabbing the door frame. She pleaded, "Please, help me. If you deliver the baby, I'll leave immediately and I promise I won't hurt you."

Her pain was visible to the naked eye; she stood firm only through sheer willpower.

Charlotte felt that something was off.

The girl suddenly fell backward.

Almost instinctively, Charlotte took a step forward, reached out and put her arm around her waist, pulling her into a hug.

She had fallen into a coma, her body was trembling slightly, and she was ice cold. Despite having such a large belly, she probably weighed less than 70 pounds and was as thin as a rake.

"Boss, please save her, she's so pitiful." Vivian finally dared to come closer, looking at the girl Charlotte was holding, and pleaded.

"Yes, she's a victim too," Kasha chimed in.

Charlotte looked at the girl she was holding; red blood was dripping from her lower body—the spotting was a sign that she was about to give birth.

He's never delivered babies himself, but he's delivered quite a few cats, dogs, and foals.

If we leave her outside in this freezing weather, she'll be dead and unborn when she wakes up tomorrow.

"Let's go in first." Charlotte carried her and walked quickly toward the operating room. The mother had fallen into a coma and her breathing was getting weaker and weaker. At this moment, emergency surgery was necessary.

  

Vivian closed the door, used a cleansing spell to wash her clothes and hands, and ran towards the operating room.

Charlotte placed the girl on the operating table and, with Vivian's help, removed her cloak and lifted her clothes to reveal her protruding belly.

"What a tragedy..." Charlotte couldn't help but sigh inwardly as she looked at the girl's small body with such a big belly.

That necromancer deserves to die!

"Boss, what do we do now?" Vivian asked Charlotte nervously.

This was the first time she had ever delivered a baby, and the clinic had never served a patient who needed to deliver a baby before.

However, she had heard quite a few stories of women dying in childbirth due to complications. One of her cousins ​​had died in childbirth, and her child did not survive either.

Giving birth is never an easy thing for a woman.

Doctors typically do not intervene in a woman's childbirth process. According to textbooks, whether a life is born smoothly or not is the choice of the gods, and for a doctor to attempt to intervene is disrespectful to the gods.

The girl was already unconscious, and waking her up to give birth naturally was obviously not a realistic option.

"A cesarean section is needed to deliver the baby." Charlotte turned on the operating light and shone it on the girl's stomach, then began washing her hands and the scalpel.

Vivian was horrified: "Cut her up! Take the baby out? Are you sure that won't kill the mother?"

She had never heard of such a method of handling things before.

Cutting open a pregnant woman's belly to take out the baby sounds like a horrifying idea, something only a terrifying necromancer would do.

Charlotte, however, calmly said, "It's just a C-section, why are you making such a fuss? Watch carefully, and once you've learned how, you'll be the one to perform the surgery for these kinds of patients in the future, so that they won't have to cause unnecessary trouble because of my gender."

Charlotte is quite experienced with cesarean sections, as she frequently encounters such surgeries, whether working on a state-run farm or working part-time at a pet store.

Look, isn't that a little kitten lying on the operating table right now?

With that thought, his nervousness immediately disappeared.

Of course, more importantly, he had a mid-level healing mage by his side to back him up. Even if he accidentally made a few mistakes along the way, a single healing spell could fix it. He would simply need to cut the child out and then sew her belly back up.

Of course, Charlotte had no idea what was in her belly.

The girl was already unconscious; otherwise, we could have gotten some information about the necromancer from her.

If a cursed child is found through dissection, a born necromancer, what should be done?

This became a somewhat perplexing problem for Charlotte.

"Never mind, let's cut it open first. If we find a monster, we'll be doing justice to God." Charlotte muttered to herself, using a cleaning solution to clean and disinfect the girl's lower abdomen, then glanced at Vivian.

Vivian took two steps back nervously, her expression indescribable.

"Give her a bottle of anesthetic, and you watch over her, ready to cast a healing spell at any time," Charlotte said.

"Boss, is this your first time too?" Vivian asked while feeding the girl her medicine, sensing Charlotte's nervousness as well.

Moreover, it's probably rare for pregnant patients to proactively seek help like this.

"No, I'm experienced, I just haven't dissected a human-shaped one before." Charlotte waited for the anesthesia to take effect, picked up the scalpel, her eyes suddenly becoming sharp and calm. She made a horizontal incision in the abdomen, about thirteen centimeters long, and entered the abdomen layer by layer.

After opening the abdominal cavity, clean your hands and explore, separate the adhesions between the bladder and the anterior wall of the uterus, and then cut open the uterine serosa and myometrium, you can see a dark mass.

Charlotte frowned, feeling that this thing looked somewhat familiar.

Before he could even reach out, a head popped out from the uterine incision!

A little black lion!

This time, Charlotte was completely stumped.

He's dissected many cats, but he's never seen one that couldn't wait to crawl out as soon as its uterus was cut open!

Moreover, this little thing isn't a cat, but a lion cub.

A black lion cub? Unheard of!

"It...it's out!" Vivian exclaimed in shock, taking a few steps back in fear.

Charlotte frowned as well. The little lion struggled to squeeze out, emanating a cold aura that suggested it was no good.

He reached out and grabbed it, parted the uterine incision, and pulled it out.

No umbilical cord!

This is also a very strange thing.

Charlotte couldn't decide what to do with the little black lion for a moment, so she tossed it onto a tray nearby.

After draining the amniotic fluid and confirming that there are no abnormalities in the uterine wall, the uterine incision is sutured. Vivian is then instructed to use a treatment technique to heal the uterine incision wound. The abdomen is then closed layer by layer, and the sutures are cut. This cesarean section is now complete.

"roar!"

Just then, the little black lion placed on the tray suddenly roared at Charlotte.

Charlotte was still holding a scalpel, but the little thing posed no threat to him whatsoever.

Then, the little black lion's body suddenly began to grow and swell, gradually growing from the size of two fists to the size of a cat, and then to more than two meters tall.

The trolley with the tray was crushed and fell to the ground, transforming into a majestic black lion.

"How terrifying!" Vivian hid behind Charlotte, staring in horror at the black lion. What kind of monster had been born? How could it have grown into a giant lion so quickly?!

"roar!"

The black lion roared once more, this time making the potions on the nearby shelf clang and jingle, displaying its imposing power.

"Level three." Charlotte judged the strength of the lion at a glance; it was still within a controllable range.

Suddenly, the girl lying on the operating table opened her eyes, clapped her small hand on the operating table, and her petite body sprang up. She kicked the mechanical arm with the shadowless lamp, twisted her body, and flew towards the black lion. In mid-air, she cut her right middle finger, drew an intricate rune in the air, and then touched it to the center of the black lion's forehead.

Golden light shone and disappeared into the lion's brow.

The lion suddenly went berserk, shaking its head from side to side and banging against the wall twice. Then it suddenly quieted down, looked at the girl, took two steps forward, lowered its head, and affectionately rubbed against her feet.

Clearly, that blood curse rune established some kind of connection between them.

Moreover, the girl's strength has increased visibly, from just reaching the level of level three to suddenly rising to nearly level four, and she is only a hair's breadth away from breaking through.

The girl reached out and patted the black lion's head, then turned to look at Charlotte and the others with a smug smile: "Thank you, you saved my life. I won't make things difficult for you."

Charlotte looked at her and asked, "So, the necromancer's rape was fake, and the curse was fake too, right?"

"No, only half of it is fake. That old man didn't rape me, but he did put a curse on me." The girl shook her head and pointed to the male lion beside her. "The curse is it."

"Is that a spirit lion?" Charlotte asked, looking at the majestic black lion.

The girl thought for a moment: "To be precise, it should be somewhere between an undead and a living being, because I conceived it and made it take my shape, but it comes from the curse of a necromancer, so it carries the aura of the undead."

Charlotte felt a headache coming on. This lion girl in front of him had given birth to a curse? And he was the one who delivered her.

No matter how you phrase it, this statement seems somewhat strange.

However, since the black lion was dissected, the girl's necromantic aura has indeed greatly diminished, becoming almost imperceptible, which indirectly confirms the claim that she was cursed by a necromancer.

"So, you're planning to team up with this black lion and become a real necromancer?" Charlotte asked again.

"Maybe, isn't this combination pretty cool?" The girl smiled slightly, the corners of her mouth twitching with a hint of wickedness.

The next moment, her smile froze.

Because a black sword was placed against her neck.

The sharp sword intent made her have no doubt that if she made the slightest move, that cold sword would slice across her slender neck and cut off her head.

Charlotte stood in front of her.

She didn't even see how he got there; he covered the distance of more than three meters in an instant.

"I need a definite answer to decide whether to cut off your heads for the hefty bounty," Charlotte said calmly.