I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Bone resetting surgery?" Lina was taken aback, then nodded and said, "Okay, teacher."

Amiro and Myron both looked at her with some envy upon hearing this. After several days of performing debridement and suturing, Lina had made further progress!

"Teacher, may I start trying to perform debridement and suturing as the lead surgeon? I feel that my suturing skills are quite proficient now," Myron asked Charlotte with anticipation in her eyes.

Charlotte smiled and nodded: "When we get back to the clinic, demonstrate your suturing skills to me using a white mouse. If you pass the test, you can start performing simple debridement and suturing procedures today."

"Okay." Myron nodded quickly, unable to hide his smile.

During this period, Myron worked very hard, spending every night in the lab cutting open mice and practicing suturing. Apart from some bad mice, everything else went well.

It's said that the Jerrys in the lab have already gone through 108 generations.

It was all thanks to Benben's shamelessness and his daily flirting with Anna that he was able to get a steady stream of lab rats for Myron.

"Teacher, all the medicines the clinic needs for the next week have been prepared. Should the workshop close for a few days?" Ino asked.

"The workshop's production efficiency has been very high lately," Charlotte said with a smile. Since Ino joined the potion workshop full-time, the workshop's production efficiency and refining success rate have been continuously improving.

Previously, Vivian could only refine potions in the afternoons, and the workshop couldn't even open in the mornings.

"There's no need to stop production. I'll give you the production plan for the next few days in a bit. Judging by the time, Linda's Pharmacy in Kalva should be coming to restock."

  

"Okay." Ino nodded obediently.

"Ino is truly an extremely talented apothecary, far more skilled than me," Vivian couldn't help but praise.

Ino quickly replied, "Junior Uncle, you flatter me. I was just following the methods you and my teacher taught me."

The carriage stopped in front of the clinic. Although it was just getting light, there were already a few customers waiting to be seen.

Charlotte got off the carriage and checked that there were no obvious signs of intrusion before she went forward and unlocked the large lock hanging on the door.

Ino received the quota from Charlotte and then rode with Martha in Kerry's carriage to the apothecary workshop.

Charlotte opened the laboratory door, ready to examine the results of Myron's efforts over the past few days.

Lina, Amilo, and Vivian followed them into the laboratory, ready to observe.

Myron glanced at the crowd of onlookers, nervously swallowed, and whispered, "Could you all please stop crowding around? It's making me really nervous."

Charlotte said in a deep voice, "Some complex surgeries may require several doctors to work together, with assistants helping out, and there will be many onlookers. You're just doing a simple suture, why are you afraid of people watching?"

Upon hearing this, Myron's expression turned slightly serious, and he quickly replied, "I understand."

Charlotte nodded slightly: "Let's begin."

Myron stepped forward, took a small white mouse from the cage, and fixed it to the surgical board, exposing its hairless abdomen.

He cleaned his hands, disinfected the scalpel, applied cleaning agent to the incision site on the mouse's abdomen, and with a gentle stroke of the sharp scalpel, made a five-centimeter-long incision on the mouse's belly.

Myron held the scalpel steadily, made a clean incision, and controlled the force with which he inserted the scalpel into the abdomen, cutting through the thin abdominal wall without damaging the internal organs.

The mouse immediately began to struggle violently, blood gushing from its wounds, and even intestines spilling out.

Myron remained calm. He first repositioned the mouse's intestines and pushed them back into its abdomen, then picked up a suture needle and began to suture the wound.

The wound was small, so the suturing was done very quickly.

The needle and thread moved between the skin and flesh, tying a neat knot, and the wound was considered stitched up.

Charlotte, watching from the side, nodded slightly. Myron's suturing skills were quite proficient, his needlework was good, and his surgical state was excellent. Everything was proceeding in an orderly and calm manner, completely different from his previous trembling state.

He dared to let Vivian practice on patients back then, and now that Myron is in this condition, he's perfectly capable of going to the operating table.

After suturing the mouse's abdomen, Charlotte made another incision on the thicker muscles of its inner thigh, demonstrating her muscle suturing skills.

This demonstration drew nods of approval from Vivian and the others watching, who acknowledged his skill level.

After suturing the wound, Myron applied a hemostatic agent to the mouse's wound and then carefully placed the mouse back into its cage.

"Good, you can perform simple debridement and suturing today," Charlotte said to Myron.

"Okay, thank you, teacher," Myron said excitedly.

"You should thank those selfless lab rats," Charlotte joked.

Everyone burst into laughter.

Charlotte's current teaching approach for her students focuses on practicality, and she is not in a hurry to cram complex theoretical knowledge from textbooks into their heads.

First, let them master basic techniques such as cutting, suturing, separating, clamping, and knotting, so that they can perform most common and frequent surgeries before considering more complex surgeries.

This is a more pragmatic approach, as many surgeries and treatments cannot be performed without the assistance of appropriate testing tools and medical equipment.

Exploring surgery in the magical world is a completely new field that needs to be explored through practice; textbooks can only serve as a framework.

Moreover, the research and application of pharmaceuticals cannot stop, as they can bring many positive effects to surgery and patient conditions.

While everyone was still making preparations, a sudden, urgent knocking sounded at the door.

"Go check it out, there might be someone with an emergency," Charlotte said, glancing towards the doorway.

"I'll go." Myron walked quickly toward the door.

As soon as the door opened, a young knight carrying a young mage on his back saw him anxiously saying, "Doctor, please save my friend! His throat has been slit and he's bleeding a lot."

Charlotte looked at the young man on her back. His neck was simply bandaged with a strip of cloth, blood staining the cloth and flowing down the knight's clothes to the ground. This amount of blood likely indicated a serious artery injury. She quickly said, "Get him to surgery! Quickly!"

"This way," Myron pointed, guiding him quickly toward the operating room.

"You come too, his condition might not be good," Charlotte said to Vivian.

"Okay." Vivian replied and followed Charlotte into the operating room.

The knight gently placed the magician on the operating table and pleaded with Charlotte, "Doctor, please save him! Anthony is getting married next month. He can't die, he shouldn't die."

"I will do my best, but his injuries are serious, and he has lost too much blood. We may not be able to save him." Charlotte glanced at the injured man, whose breathing was barely audible, and said in a deep voice, "You go out first, don't interfere with our emergency treatment."

"You can go out now. The teacher will do his best." Myron persuaded the knight to leave the operating room and closed the door behind him.

Charlotte looked at the patient lying flat on the operating table, blood still seeping from the strip of cloth around his neck. She cut the cloth open with scissors and saw a deep wound on his neck from which blood continued to gush.

This scene caused a slight change in the expression of everyone in the operating room.

This was clearly a case of the throat being slit by a sharp blade. How could a mage suffer such a serious and fatal injury?

The magician named 'Anthony' looked quite young, only in his early twenties.

Charlotte said in a deep voice, "He has lost too much blood. You should help him stop the bleeding and close the wound first. I will give him a blood transfusion and see if it helps."

"Okay." Vivian nodded, took out her magic wand, and began chanting a spell. She used a cleansing spell to wash the wound, and then began chanting a healing spell.

When the three of them saw this, they were all a little surprised that Vivian was actually a healing mage. Before this, she had never used healing magic in front of them, and they had always thought that she was just a water mage.

Lina had brought the transfusion tubing and a bucket of animal blood that could be used for the transfusion. Charlotte found the right spot, inserted the needle into the vein, and let the blood flow into his body.

A few specks of green light entered the wound on Anthony's neck, and the wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The blood vessels closed, the blood stopped gushing out, and the wound that had almost torn half of his neck was also healing rapidly.

Everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief upon seeing this.

Fresh blood was being continuously injected into Anthony's body through the tube, replenishing the blood he had lost.

"Teacher, will he survive?" Lina asked Charlotte.

"It's hard to say. Too much blood was lost, and the patient was brought to the clinic too late." Charlotte shook her head slightly. The wound healing did not mean that the patient was out of danger.

Vivian is currently only an intermediate-level mage and has no better means to restore her physical functions.

If Adolf or Benjamin had been there, this injury would have been a minor problem.

As a surgeon, he had no better intervention methods than transfusing blood to the patient.

Whether the patient survives or not depends on how resilient they are.

"He's still so young. It would be such a shame if he didn't survive. He has a fiancée waiting for him." Vivian put away her magic wand and sighed.

Time passed second by second, and as more blood was continuously injected, Anthony's pale complexion did not improve much, and his breathing became weaker and weaker, almost inaudible.

Charlotte leaned down to listen to his heartbeat, which was also very faint.

"It must have been brought in too late. The blood loss was too great, and the newly transfused blood couldn't be properly utilized." Charlotte shook her head. With the current technology and capabilities of the Abyss Medical Center, there was probably nothing they could do.

"Is there no medication that can improve his condition? Let's try to save him again," Amir said softly, looking at the young patient on the operating table with a look of regret.

"Yes, it's such a pity." Myron also looked at Charlotte, watching a young life wither away was a very painful thing for a doctor.

"Potion..." Charlotte pondered. Stamina potions would obviously not work, and none of the other potions in the clinic were for this symptom.

"Power potion!" A glint suddenly appeared in his eyes. After taking the power potion, blood flow throughout the body would be promoted and the heart rate would increase, which might have the effect of adrenaline.

He had one dose of energizing potion left over from yesterday, which he had saved to use this morning to boost his energy, but hadn't taken it yet.

"I'll try that potion on him." Charlotte turned and walked to the potion cabinet, took out the last bottle of strength potion from her spatial ring, took an empty bottle, and poured in only one-tenth of the amount.

The potion was very potent; the first time he took it, he felt like his body was about to burst.

Anthony was in a very weak state, and as a mage, he was rather thin, so Charlotte dared not give him too much of a power potion at once.

Charlotte also used the Strength Potion once after being injured. In the absence of open wounds, the Strength Potion has a significant effect on the body's recovery, but whether it can act as an emergency medicine in a near-death situation remains to be seen.

Charlotte came over with a small vial of potion, pried open Anthony's mouth, and poured the potion into his mouth.

Vivian conjured a ball of water and sent the medicine down his throat.

"This potion..." Vivian looked at Charlotte, feeling that the potion looked somewhat familiar.

Charlotte said, "This potion is called the Strength Potion. I obtained it by chance and I don't know how to use it. Let's see if a miracle will happen."

Lina and Mellen looked at Anthony with expectant expressions.

After drinking the potent drug, Anthony's body quickly reacted. His body trembled slightly, color returned to his pale face, the blood flow in the transfusion veins beside him increased significantly, and his previously weak heartbeat began to accelerate, becoming audible even without being close by.

"It's working!" Myron exclaimed in delight.

"A miracle! This potion is amazing!" Amir was also astonished. They had thought Anthony was beyond saving, but now his condition seemed to be improving.

Lina looked thoughtfully at the empty potion bottle beside her and muttered to herself, "Potions are indeed magical and important."

Three minutes after taking the powerful drug, Anthony's complexion returned to a rosy hue, and his breathing and heartbeat returned to normal. Charlotte immediately removed the blood transfusion tubing.

A few minutes later, Anthony slowly opened his eyes, looking at the strangely shaped lamp above his head and the crowd surrounding him, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"You're awake. The surgery was a success, and the wound has healed," Charlotte said, looking at him.

"I...I'm still alive?" Anthony's eyes widened suddenly, and he subconsciously reached out to touch his neck. The wound had healed, and the skin was still slightly rough, but there was no pain.

He was ambushed and had his throat slit from behind as soon as he entered the wilderness today. It was Jimmy who fought bravely and led him out of the ambush.

The other party was too ruthless; the knife slit his throat, and blood gushed out like water. He quickly fell into a coma.

He knew he wouldn't survive; his injuries were too severe, he had lost too much blood, and he would likely die before he could get back to the Abyss. He had even entrusted his fiancée to Jimmy's care.

But he never expected that he would wake up again.

And these people in white coats in front of us, must they be doctors?

Charlotte nodded slightly and said, "That's right. Your friend brought you to the Abyss Medical Center. Your injuries were serious, and you lost too much blood. You only survived after being rescued."

"Jimmy!" Anthony's eyes lit up, and he called out instinctively.

"Anthony!" The young knight waiting outside pushed open the operating room door, looked at Anthony who had already woken up on the operating table, and said with red eyes, "You're alive, that's wonderful!"

"Thank you for saving me again," Anthony said gratefully to Jimmy as he sat up.

"Don't thank me, we're best buddies." Jimmy stepped forward, hugged Anthony, and said with a smile, his eyes glistening with tears.

Inside the operating room, smiles appeared on everyone's faces.

"Doctors, thank you for saving Anthony." Releasing Anthony, Jimmy bowed deeply to Charlotte and the others, expressing his heartfelt gratitude.

Jimmy was nearly desperate when he sent Anthony to the Abyss Medical Center, which had just rejected him.

Anthony's injury was so severe that he had almost bled out.

Surprisingly, the doctors actually managed to revive Anthony. Judging from his complexion and condition, except for the red marks on his neck that had not yet faded, it was hard to believe that he had been on the verge of death.

As expected of the Abyss Medical Clinic, which enjoys an extremely high reputation among adventurers, the doctor's medical skills are truly superb.

Anthony, having recovered from the brush with death, quickly thanked Charlotte and the others, saying, "Doctors, thank you so much for saving me, thank you so much."

As the person involved, he knows best what state he was in before.

He was so close to death that he could even see his kind grandmother.

Charlotte and the others were able to bring him back to life, which was like a miracle to him, giving him a second life.

"You're welcome." Charlotte shook her head slightly, then looked at him and asked, "Have you been feeling unwell at all?"

Anthony stretched his limbs, got off the operating table with Jimmy's help, slowly walked around the table, and then looked at Charlotte and shook his head, saying, "I feel no discomfort at all. I feel great, even better than before I was injured."

As he spoke, he jumped up and down, feeling that his steps were indeed lighter than before.

Charlotte raised her hand to stop him from trying any other movements, and instructed him, "Don't rush into any strenuous activities. Go back and rest for a couple of days, and only consider going into the wilderness after you've made sure you're physically okay."

Anthony quickly stopped and said, "Look, how much medical expenses do I need to pay?"

Charlotte said, "A blood transfusion costs 1000 copper coins, surgery costs 4000 copper coins, and an emergency potion costs 10000 copper coins, for a total of 15000 copper coins."

"Okay." Anthony nodded; the fee was much lower than he had expected.

He pulled out his money pouch from his waist, emptied it out, and counted it. There were only 89 silver coins. A look of embarrassment appeared on Anthony's face.

"Take this first." Jimmy took out a gold coin and handed it over.

Anthony glanced at him, his eyes filled with gratitude though he didn't say thank you. He counted out fifty silver coins and handed them to Charlotte along with the gold coin, bowing again in thanks.

Charlotte put away the money and said earnestly, "A magician must be extremely careful when venturing into the wilderness. If you had arrived at the clinic any later today, I wouldn't have been able to save you."

"I understand." Anthony nodded solemnly. He was still shaken by the ambush today and probably wouldn't dare to go into the wilderness again for the next few days. He had developed a psychological trauma.

"Come on, I'll take you home." Jimmy put his hand on his shoulder and led him away from the clinic.