I opened a clinic in the Abyss World

"Are those new doctors who just arrived? They've switched shifts with the previous doctors."

"Most likely, he always calls that young man 'teacher.' Such a young teacher? I just don't know how good his medical skills are."

"The critically injured patients who were carried into the middle room earlier probably won't survive, right? Their intestines were spilling out, and one of their hands was cut off. How could they be saved?"

"If he had been taken to a large medical clinic, he might have been saved, as their treatment techniques could handle this situation. But the doctors here will only stitch up the wound; he most likely won't survive."

"I think so too..."

The patients in line whispered among themselves, all looking at the pregnant woman sitting outside the operating room with pity.

Her belly was already very big, and she looked like she was about to give birth.

The pregnant woman was so shocked, and hearing the whispers of those around her, her face grew paler and paler, her body swayed, and she fell backward.

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.

Fortunately, Martha, who had been watching over her, reacted quickly and caught her.

"She's bleeding! She has to give birth immediately!" A female elf stepped forward to help, her expression grave as she looked at the blood seeping from the pregnant woman's lower body. "But she's already fainted. How can she deliver this baby?"

The crowd stirred upon hearing this.

Childbirth is a life-or-death ordeal for pregnant women, and even with the best preparations, there are still many risks. But this pregnant woman is already unconscious. How can the baby be delivered?

In the most extreme case, the pregnant woman would have to risk her life to save the child, leaving her with only one option: death.

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"Oh, this child is so pitiful. He probably lost his parents at birth."

"In this situation, even if you take it to a large medical clinic, it might not work. It's all about fate."

The elves sighed, their expressions filled with reluctance.

"Eunice, go and call Lina. Tell her there's a woman in critical condition and we need her to come and help," Martha calmly instructed Eunice, who was standing to the side, somewhat stunned.

"Oh, okay!" Eunice replied and quickly ran towards the carriage beside her.

A short while later, Lina, who hadn't finished lunch, rushed over with Connie. After checking on the pregnant woman, she calmly said, "Sister Martha, please help carry her into operating room number one. She needs immediate emergency treatment."

"Okay." Martha agreed, picked up the pregnant woman, and quickly walked towards operating room number one.

Lina and Connie followed, and after Martha came out, the operating room door closed.

"This young doctor, does he even know how to deliver babies?"

"In this situation, even the most experienced midwives would be helpless; they'd be taking on more trouble for themselves."

"That's right, everyone came here because they heard they could treat fractures. I didn't expect them to take on such a serious patient. Aren't they overconfident?"

"Two operating rooms, this couple, they don't even know who will survive. Even if one of them does, they'll be filled with despair, won't they?"

The elves whispered among themselves, their expressions filled with sorrow.

Myron and his group also arrived, their expressions somewhat solemn and tense.

They had confidence in and were aware of Charlotte and Lina's medical skills, but the two patients' conditions were indeed quite serious, and what if...

That would ruin the reputation of Abyss Medical Clinic.

Although it is common for patients to die after being admitted to a clinic, regardless of the clinic, no doctor can guarantee that they will be cured of every patient.

However, if a patient dies while they have set up a makeshift consultation room on the street, it will be difficult to explain.

Even Lois, sitting in the carriage, clenched her fists nervously.

The atmosphere outside the operating room was tense, and the atmosphere inside was equally somber.

"Miranda, I'll cut his clothes off. You need to use a cleansing spell to thoroughly clean his body and make sure there are no foreign objects or contaminants in the wounds," Charlotte said to Miranda as she cut the injured man's clothes with scissors.

"Okay," Miranda replied, suppressing her discomfort at the sight of the horrific wounds, and immediately used a cleansing spell to wash away the blood and filth from the patient's body.

When cleaning the wound, the water flow became much gentler, but the cleaning was very thorough and clean, ensuring that no sand or debris remained.

This was the first time she had used cleansing techniques to clean someone else's wound. She was very careful, afraid that if she lost control, the patient's wound would bleed heavily, which would be a huge mistake on her part.

"Well done. The patient currently has three incisions on his abdomen, with the middle one being the most serious, causing internal organs to protrude. Our first priority is to stop the bleeding as soon as possible. The second is to check whether the internal organs are damaged. If there is damage, we must deal with the internal organs first before suturing the wound."

"The patient suffered severe bleeding after the injury and fell into a coma due to excessive blood loss. We need to give him a blood transfusion in time to ensure that his vital signs are stable. This is universal plasma made from deer blood. After connecting it with a tube and needle, the blood is directly transfused into his body."

"We can treat the severed hand later..."

Charlotte explained the situation to Kathleen and Hattie while treating the wounds and administering a blood transfusion.

His expression was calm and composed, showing no sign of panic, as if everything was under his control.

Inspired by him, Kathleen and Hattie, who were initially somewhat panicked, gradually calmed down and came to the operating table to watch Charlotte's procedures carefully.

Charlotte carefully examined the exposed internal organs. Fortunately, although the wound looked frightening, it was just a slashing injury and had not damaged any internal organs.

If any one of those three cuts had been a stab, the young man wouldn't have made it to the operating room.

If there are no problems with the internal organs, then suturing the wound will be simple.

"These are surgical suture needles. I'll provide each of you with a set once we reach the Abyss. For open wounds like this, we need to suture them up, just like your grandmother sews clothes for you. However, there's a certain technique to suturing; it's not as simple as just pulling the two sides together and stitching them up. We need to suture layer by layer—muscle, skin…"

Charlotte provided a meticulous on-site demonstration, her sewing skills deft and swift, quickly stitching up the three severe incisions.

The three of them watched this scene with wide eyes.

Sew up the wound—it sounds like a hasty approach.

But when they watched Charlotte skillfully suture the patient's muscles and skin together layer by layer, leaving traces of needle and thread, the wound was sutured exceptionally neatly. After applying the red healing potion, it healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Teacher, if the healing potion is so powerful, why didn't we just use it from the beginning?"

"Harty couldn't help but ask in a low voice."

Charlotte explained, "The treatment can't make such a large wound heal naturally. It's only suitable for minor injuries and for promoting rapid healing of sutured wounds after stitches are completed, thus preventing infection."

Hattie nodded thoughtfully; it seemed that suturing wounds was still a very important basic skill.

"The abdominal wound has been treated, and the patient's vital signs are currently stable, indicating that the blood transfusion was effective. We'll now begin treating his severed hand." Charlotte turned to look at the severed limb on the tray beside her.

"Was the hand also stitched back up?" Miranda couldn't help but ask.

Charlotte's previous method of stitching up her wounds had greatly shocked her; it was a treatment method she had never seen before.

It's one thing to stitch up a wound, but can a severed hand really be stitched back together?

Kathleen and Hattie looked at Charlotte with the same curiosity. Amputation due to injury is not uncommon. People who lose their limbs and don't have the money to go to a large clinic to see a senior doctor have no choice but to accept their fate and have their limbs amputated.

Such a serious injury would likely cost more than 50,000 copper coins to find a doctor at a major medical clinic.

"Yes, it's about stitching the arm back together. This is limb replantation surgery." Charlotte nodded, had Miranda wash his hands, picked up the patient's severed limb, and began preparing for the surgery.

The idea of ​​sewing the severed arm back together and using it again was quite mind-blowing to all three of them.

"First, we need to fix the bone, which is where bone fragments come in. The bone fragments are made from yak bone powder..." Charlotte explained the surgical procedure in detail as usual, including how to prepare the bone fragments and how to determine their size and shape.

Kathleen and Hattie listened attentively, and from their initial skepticism to their current serious study, they were completely won over by Charlotte.

He was so serious about his patients, and so calm and composed during the surgery. Every step was carried out in an orderly manner, as if everything was under his control, which made people deeply believe that he could cure the patients.

Even though his methods seemed unusual and completely overturned their understanding.

Charlotte is now very skilled at performing limb replantation surgery, and since the elf's hand was severed in one stroke, the incision was very clean, making the suturing relatively simple compared to other patients in this category.

After all, he had even reattached an arm that had been bitten to pieces by a dog, so this kind of patient can only be considered a simple case.

Then Kathleen, Hattie, and Miranda stared in disbelief as Charlotte, holding a suture needle thinner than a hair, meticulously stitched the patient's severed arm back together.

They couldn't even see what Charlotte was stitching up—blood vessels, nerves, things almost invisible to the naked eye—yet he was stitching them together one by one, and at an extremely fast speed.

At first, he explained things step by step, but later he seemed to realize that they wouldn't understand anyway, so he started to speed up.

The tweezers moved rapidly in his hand, making the suture needles almost invisible. All that could be seen was the arm gradually closing. About twenty minutes later, the arm was completely sewn together.

"It's done." Charlotte applied the healing potion to the stitched wound and smiled.

The bucket of animal blood was almost finished, so he pulled out the transfusion needle and asked Miranda to help clean it up.

"This... is amazing!" Kathleen exclaimed in astonishment.

"Amazing!" Hattie nodded in agreement.

"Incredible treatment," Miranda exclaimed as she cleaned the sutures.

The patient, who had just been brought into the operating room, was covered in blood, his intestines were protruding from the wound, his severed arm lay to the side, and he was on the verge of death.

In just half an hour, Charlotte had completely treated the patient's severe injuries, stitching up the abdominal wound and the severed arm, and replenishing the blood lost through plasma transfusions.

The treatment method may sound simple, but after witnessing it firsthand, they understood even more clearly the rigor and professionalism involved.

The patient's eyelashes trembled, and his fingers twitched as well, before he suddenly opened his eyes.

The bright lights of the operating room made him feel dizzy. He was stunned for a moment, but the pain brought him back to reality.

"Am I...am I dead?" he muttered to himself in a daze, turning his head to look at his left hand.

My hand is still there.

"She really is dead. What will happen to Ellie and the baby in her belly?" Fick sighed. He remembered that his hand had been cut off by the attacker, and he had been slashed three times in the stomach, with his intestines spilling out.

But now that his intestines have been stuffed back in and his arm isn't broken, it can only mean that he's dead.

"You didn't die. The surgery was a success. Once you've paid the fees, you can leave." A voice pulled Fick back from his complicated thoughts.

Fick was stunned for a moment, then sat up, looking at Charlotte and Miranda standing in front of the operating table with a shocked expression: "Doctors? You saved me?"

"Yes, your companion brought you here, and your wife should be outside now." Charlotte nodded.

Upon hearing Charlotte's words, Fick burst into tears of joy, looking at everyone gratefully and saying, "Thank you all, thank you so much, thank you for saving my life."

"Your wound hasn't fully healed yet, so don't move around too much, or the stitches will come undone and cause a lot of trouble." Charlotte stopped him from expressing his gratitude further, looking at him seriously and saying, "The abdominal wound will take several days to heal. Your arm was completely severed and then reattached, so you can't lift heavy objects for half a month, and you absolutely cannot draw a bow or practice swordsmanship. Later on, you can gradually resume strength training depending on your recovery progress, but don't rush it."

Fick was quite excited that he had escaped with his life and that his hand had been reattached, but after hearing Charlotte's serious instructions, he quickly nodded respectfully in agreement.

"Doctors, thank you for saving my life." Fick looked at the four of them and expressed his gratitude again.

Kathleen and Hattie were a little embarrassed, but they were overjoyed. It was a wonderful feeling to be thanked by a patient, as if they had also participated in saving a family.

Miranda's eyes lit up. This was an emergency rescue operation she had participated in from start to finish. The cleaning technique, which was originally only used to clean up trash, had become a very important auxiliary means of treating patients in this operating room.

When Fick thanked them, the intense sense of accomplishment he felt was something that could never be compared to cleaning a hundred streets.

She was involved in saving not just a life, but an entire family.

Fick survived, and he saved his hand, so their little family survived too.

What is the meaning of life? This is what she has been thinking about and pursuing.

At that moment, she seemed to have found some answers.

Saving lives and realizing a higher level of self-worth—perhaps this is one of the meanings of life.

"I want to stay!" This thought struck her like a thunderbolt, making her absolutely certain.

"Let's go, I'll see you out." Charlotte draped a coat over Fick and then helped him out the door.

"Doctor, you said Ellie is here too. How is she? The midwife said she's about to give birth, but the baby isn't in the correct position, so she might have a difficult delivery. She must have been terrified when she saw how I looked earlier, right?" Fick looked at Charlotte with a nervous and worried expression.

"She was definitely frightened; no one could remain calm in that situation." Charlotte nodded and reassured her, "But don't worry, there are people watching over her outside, including the Elf City's best doctor who specializes in handling difficult births."

"That's good." Fick nodded, but quickened his pace, clearly still worried.

The operating room door opened.

Everyone looked on in astonishment as Charlotte helped Fick out.

Fick wore a loose coat over his shoulders and animal skin shorts underneath.

His abdominal wound had been stitched up, and his internal organs had probably been pushed back in, leaving only three stitched wounds that were not very noticeable.

Most surprisingly, his severed arm was also reattached!

"He actually walked out on his own! This doctor is amazing!"

"It's one thing to stitch up the abdominal wound, but how was the severed arm reattached? Was it stitched up again?"

The elves were buzzing with discussion.

"Fik! It's so good to see you alive!" Three elves surrounded him, looking at him with excitement. They were the friends who had brought him here earlier.

"Yes, the doctors saved my life." Fick nodded with a smile, glanced around, and then asked, "Where's Ellie? The doctor said she came too, where is she?"

"Ellie, she..." The three elves hesitated.

Fick's expression changed drastically, and he asked excitedly, "What happened to Ellie? Where is she now?"

"She fainted after seeing your condition and bled. She's currently receiving treatment in operating room number one," Martha said.

"Aili!" Upon hearing this, Fick's face turned pale, and he instinctively headed towards Operating Room Number One.

"Stop right there!" Martha shouted. "The doctors are delivering her baby right now. If you barge in and disrupt the surgery, putting your wife and child in danger, can you accept that?"

Fick paused, his face pale, and said, "But..."

The elves all looked at the poor man. He had survived, but his wife and children were dead. If they hadn't survived, how could he have lived?

Difficult childbirth is already extremely dangerous, let alone when the mother is unconscious. How can she possibly give birth under such circumstances?

Charlotte looked at Fick and said, "When you went into the operating room, your wife entrusted you to us. Now she's lying in the operating room, and the doctors will do their best to treat her. You have to trust us."