I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Hey, haven't seen you for over a month. I thought you'd gone off to become a doctor somewhere. What are you doing back as a veterinarian?"

Beside an old but bustling street, Myron set up a small stall. On the table, a faded white cloth had the word "Veterinarian" written on it. An old elf carrying a load on a shoulder pole looked at him with a smile and said.

"Don't laugh at me, old man. I really have been acting as a doctor lately," Myron said with a smile. "I'm back today and since I have nothing else to do, I'll set up my stall for a while. If any cats or dogs need help, I can take care of them."

"Oh, are you serious?" The old elf looked at Myron with surprise, still somewhat disbelieving.

"Oh my, isn't this Myron? It's been a while! My dog ​​broke its leg while hunting yesterday, and I was just about to take it to the vet. Could you take a look and see if it can be healed?" Before Myron could answer, a tall elf came over carrying a slender hunting dog.

"Put the dog on the table, I want to check on it," Myron said.

The dog owner placed the hunting dog on a long table. Its left foreleg was clearly fractured and dislocated, with bone fragments protruding. It looked painful.

Before Mellen could speak, the old elf carrying the load said, "He can't heal this injury. Even if you find a veterinarian who can, it will cost at least tens of thousands of copper coins. You can estimate it yourself."

"Sigh, I know, otherwise I would have taken it to the vet yesterday." The dog owner sighed and reached out to stroke the hunting dog's head. "But this dog has been with me for more than six years, it's loyal and hardworking, and it's always been the most dedicated hunter. Last night it was whimpering in pain all night long, I just couldn't bear it."

"How about amputation? That would be the end of it, at least it would save your life," the old elf suggested. "Myron can do it."

"I think this is the only way. If you really asked me for 10,000 copper coins, I wouldn't know where to find them. I still have three children at home waiting for food to cook." The dog owner nodded in agreement.

Listening to the two of them go back and forth, having already finalized the treatment plan, Myron couldn't help but say helplessly, "I say, who's the doctor here, you two or me?"

They both looked at him at the same time.

"We know your skills well enough, and we just didn't want to make things difficult for you," the old elf sighed.

"Yeah, we won't mess with the dog, and we can't mess with you either," the dog owner nodded in agreement.

"Alright, alright, that was the old me. I'm completely different now." Myron said confidently, "A fracture of this severity doesn't need amputation at all. Leave it to me, and I'll make sure his leg is reattached so he can go hunting again."

"real?"

The two men looked at Myron with expressions of disbelief.

"Of course it's true!" Myron's voice trailed off. "Don't underestimate me. I'm a licensed doctor now, and I usually treat adventurers!"

"Alright, then I'll leave it to you." Although the dog owner was still a little skeptical, he still handed the dog over to Myron.

The old elf beside him also put down his burden, ready to see what new skills Mellen had that made him dare to make such a boast.

Myron calmly opened the small box beside him, which contained many bottles, jars, scalpels, and other instruments.

He first took a bottle of anesthetic, poured out a small half cup, and fed it to the hunting dog.

In no time, the hunting dog fell into a state of unconsciousness.

Myron took the scalpel, ready to perform the surgery.

"Hey? What are you doing?" the dog owner asked quickly.

"We'll make an incision, reposition and fix the bone, and then suture it back together," Myron said without looking up. "It's a very new treatment method."

"Will it work?" The dog owner was somewhat skeptical.

  

"Then you come?" Myron glanced at him.

"Come here, come here," the dog owner said quickly, taking a step back.

Myron became focused, first shaving off the dog hair near the incision, then disinfecting the wound with a cleaning agent.

After completing the preparations, choose a suitable incision location and make the cut decisively.

The dog owner turned his face away; after all, it was his dog, and he couldn't bear to see such a scene.

The old elf was watching intently, glancing at Mellen every now and then and nodding slightly.

The degree of bone fracture is still manageable. Although it is completely broken, the overall integrity is good. After cleaning away some bone fragments, it can be repositioned and fixed with bone fragments.

After confirming that the bone was properly secured, Myron sutured the incision and then applied a healing ointment.

The stitched wound stopped bleeding quickly and began to heal at a visible speed. In no time, only a red mark remained, and the bleeding had stopped.

A number of passersby had already gathered around to watch. This treatment method was quite novel and naturally attracted a lot of attention.

"This...this potion is amazing!" The dog owner watched Myron operate the potion for the rest of the time, and when he saw the wound healing quickly under the effect of the potion, he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Not only is the potion miraculous, but Myron's treatment method is also very unique. He cuts open the flesh and then directly reassembles the broken bones. I've lived for seven or eight hundred years and this is the first time I've ever seen such a method," the old elf exclaimed in admiration.

The dog owner looked at Myron expectantly and asked, "Is that all? The dog's leg is healed?"

The anesthetic wore off, and the dog slowly woke up, instinctively trying to get up.

"Not yet. This kind of broken bone injury requires at least half a month of rest and no movement to recover." Myron shook his head, took four wooden sticks and made a support for the dog, fixing its left front leg in place so that it couldn't move around easily and wouldn't dislocate the bone again.

"Good, good, it's good that he's recovered." The dog owner nodded repeatedly, his gaze towards Myron completely different now, filled with admiration: "Myron, where have you been studying lately? How did you suddenly master such miraculous healing techniques?"

"At the Abyss Medical Center, I apprenticed under a renowned master and learned some skills, but I'm still far from being as good as my teacher," Myron said with a smile, his humility tinged with pride.

"If an elf's bones were broken, could this method be used to heal them too?" the dog owner asked curiously.

Myron smiled and nodded: "Of course, our clinic can treat all kinds of patients. I'm just revisiting this place today, so I'm setting up a stall here. If my teacher finds out, he might give me a beating. It would be a disgrace to the school."

"The dog is cured. How much would you like to charge?" the dog owner asked, looking slightly nervous.

"Just give me 500 copper coins. I'll collect the money for the potion materials so I can explain it to my master when I get back," Myron said.

The dog owner's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he nodded with a smile: "Thank you so much, Dr. Myron is truly a compassionate doctor."

He took out five silver coins and handed them to Myron, thanking him profusely once more.

500 copper coins—this price is incredibly reasonable, far below his expectations.

He had 1000 copper coins on him, which he had originally intended to use to find a veterinarian to help with an amputation.

But now Myron has helped the hound set its leg, and it will recover in half a month, and it only costs 500 copper coins!

"Wow, that's cheap! Only 500 copper coins to fix a leg. If I had known earlier, my dog ​​wouldn't be crippled now."

"That's right, that's right. Last time I broke my leg, I went to the clinic to get it fixed, and it cost me 20,000 copper coins. Now I walk with a limp."

"This young veterinarian's skills have improved a lot. He didn't have this ability before and could only treat minor illnesses and pains. Now he can set a dog's leg back up in no time."

"Wait a minute, Dr. Myron, don't go. I'll go back and bring my dog. His leg is broken too. Could you help set it?"

……

The crowd was in an uproar, all marveling at the medical skills of the Madonna show.

Many people immediately went home to cuddle their dogs and cats, feeling as if they had encountered a miracle doctor on the street, and the best part was that the fees weren't expensive.

500 copper coins was not a small amount for most of them, but if they went to a clinic, they wouldn't even be able to get in the door, let alone see a doctor or have their legs set.

"Your methods are truly ingenious; I underestimated you," the old elf said with a look of satisfaction, picking up his load and preparing to leave.

"Take care, sir," Myron said with a smile. He and the old man were old acquaintances. During a period of hardship, he often helped the old man with some vegetables he grew himself, which helped him get through it.

Before long, another dog was brought over.

The dog had a bloody wound on its back and a broken leg; it was on the verge of death when it was brought in.

"What happened? Where did you get all these injuries?" Myron asked, frowning as he treated the dog's wounds.

"Two people tried to take my child today, and my dog ​​rushed to protect him and was slashed twice. We came out and got my child back, but this is what happened to my dog. We don't have much money at home, so we really can't take him to the vet. Doctor, you have to save him. This dog is so loyal; he shouldn't have died," the dog owner said anxiously, with a hint of guilt on his face.

"I'll try my best." Myron nodded. His medical kit was not fully stocked, and he didn't have any equipment for blood transfusions. He could only treat its wounds. Whether it could live or die depended entirely on its own will.

First, the bloody wound on his back was treated. After cleaning the wound, the stitches were put on layer by layer.

The onlookers were asked by Myron to stand two meters away, and they all held their breath and watched Myron's actions intently.

The needle and thread moved like butterflies flitting among flowers in his hands, and in no time he had stitched up the dog's wound.

The dog was too weak; it didn't even take the anesthetic and barely moved during the surgery.

Then Myron reattached the leg. Fortunately, the leg had been severed by the back of the blade, only damaging the bone; otherwise, with his skill, he wouldn't have been able to reattach it.

After the wound was stitched up, the dog didn't look so bad anymore.

Myron took out a stamina potion, poured some out, and gave it to the dog.

The dog, who was originally on the verge of death, regained a lot of energy after drinking the Golden Vitality Potion. It even stood up unsteadily, licked Myron's hand, and seemed to know that Myron had saved it.

"Amazing! They actually brought him back to life!"

"That's amazing! They didn't use any healing spells at all, and they actually brought a severely injured, dying dog back to life!"

"This method could probably be used to save lives as well."

The onlookers gasped in amazement.

Myron's lips curled up slightly, and although he tried to restrain himself, his inner smugness was still evident.

At the clinic, he was at the bottom of the class, only able to do things like issuing number plates and diagnosing and treating minor illnesses.

Even so, this novel treatment method still stunned everyone.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much." The dog owner stepped forward, thanked Myron repeatedly, hugged the dog, and had tears glistening in his eyes.

He was devastated by what happened this morning, and he regretted that he was powerless to take his dog to the vet.

He went out to buy some meat so his dog could have a good meal before leaving, but he unexpectedly ran into Myron setting his dog's bones. Thinking he had nothing to lose, he went home and brought his dog back, and to his surprise, the dog actually survived.

"Doctor, how much should I charge?" the dog owner asked.

Myron glanced at the dog owner, whose clothes were covered in patches, and said, "I'll give you 500 copper coins."

"This..." The dog owner hesitated, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Isn't this too little?"

His dog's injuries were much more serious than the previous one; it was barely clinging to life. He only charged 500 copper coins, which made him feel embarrassed.

The onlookers were also astonished. If this injury were in a large medical clinic, it would cost at least 20,000 copper coins to get out.

Myron only accepted 500 copper coins. This wasn't a matter of conscience or morality; it was practically charity work.

"That's a fair price, I'll take it for now." Myron shook his head and smiled, "Hurry up and take the dog home, and comfort your children and family. They must be terrified by what happened. It's best to report it to the police station to prevent this tragedy from happening to other families."

"Thank you so much, thank you so much." The dog owner counted out 500 copper coins from his purse, respectfully handed them to Myron, and left with his dog in his arms.

"Dr. Myron, my son broke his arm the day before yesterday. Could you treat him? We really can't afford to take him to the clinic, but he's only sixteen. How will he live with a broken arm?" A middle-aged elf stepped forward and said to Myron.

"I'm a veterinarian, do you dare send your son to my clinic?" Myron looked at him and asked with a smile.

The onlookers, who were about to disperse, stopped in their tracks upon seeing this.

Although it's unusual for a veterinarian to treat patients, it's mostly just something to watch.

Now someone actually wants Myron to help his son set his arm, and everyone is immediately curious and expectant. Does Myron dare to do it, and can he cure it?

The elf nodded and said, "I see that you have excellent medical skills and charge very little. You are a kind-hearted person. If you are willing to take the case, I will go home now and bring the child to you."

"Okay, then go and bring the child here." Myron nodded.

"Thank you, please wait for me." The elf's face lit up with joy, and she immediately turned and hurried away.

"Merlen, you actually dared to take this on? Aren't you a veterinarian?" someone asked.

Myron smiled and said, "I graduated from the Elf Medical Academy, but unfortunately, I lacked talent and didn't learn any real skills. However, I did learn some real skills from my teacher at the Abyss Medical Clinic. Setting up a stall here today is my way of giving back to my fellow villagers. What's there to be ashamed of?"

Upon hearing this, everyone whispered among themselves, all waiting for the patient to be brought in so they could see what Myron was really capable of.

……

"Sister, Her Highness the Holy Maiden has been so kind to us while you were away. She came to visit us often and even arranged for an older sister to take care of us."

"Yes, yes, we eat meat every day and drink milk every day. My brother and I have both grown taller."

Jesse and Allen, each holding Lena's hand, walked in the shadow of the wall, happily recounting their experiences over the past few days.

The two children were still wearing their Elf Academy uniforms, which were neatly made up, and they looked much fairer. After a month of school, their demeanor had improved considerably.

"That's good. Study hard at school, listen to your teachers, don't run around after school, listen to that older sister, help with some chores, and don't make things difficult for her," Lina said with a smile. Seeing that her younger siblings were doing well, she felt at ease.

Today was a day off from school. After picking up her younger brother and sister, she bought some things and prepared to go back to her old place to visit her neighbors.

In the past, the neighbors had taken good care of the three siblings. Now that she had established herself at the Abyss Medical Clinic, she wanted to come back and visit her uncles and elders. If they needed her help in any way, she would do her best to assist them.

"Yes, yes, don't worry, sister, we'll be good." Allen nodded, his clear eyes looking at Lina. "Sister, are you a doctor now?"

Jesse looked at Lina with anticipation; in their minds, doctors were a very prestigious profession.

"Yes, I am a doctor now, with my own operating room, and sometimes I see dozens of patients a day," Lina nodded with a smile.

"Sister, you're amazing!" Allen jumped up with joy.

"That sister must be an amazing doctor!" Jesse looked at her with admiration.

Lina smiled and patted their heads, encouraging them, "You should study hard at the academy. If you want to study medicine in the future and have the talent for it, I can recommend you to the teachers, and you will have the opportunity to become doctors."

A light shone in Alan and Jesse's eyes, and a tiny seed was planted in their hearts.

"Hey, isn't this Lina and Allen? You're back!" An older woman greeted them in a loud voice.

The doors of all the treehouses around them suddenly opened with a whoosh, and neighbors came out one after another, smiling and greeting the three siblings warmly.

Lina and her two siblings grew up under the watchful eyes of their neighbors. When Lina first learned how to kill fish, she didn't earn much money and relied entirely on the help of her neighbors to support her younger siblings.

The neighbors truly loved the three siblings. Even though they themselves didn't live a comfortable life, they would always save some food to send to them so that they could survive.

"Uncles and aunts, I came back with my teacher to see Allen and Jesse, and also to visit you all. I'm leaving tomorrow at noon," Lina said with a smile, putting down the basket she was carrying on her shoulder and distributing the gifts she had brought to the neighbors.

The cut-up wild boar meat comes in portions of three jin (1.5 kg), one portion per family.