If I can't cure you, there are a hundred ways to dispose of the body in the diary. Charlotte nodded calmly, "I'll do my best."
Charlotte cleaned the wound while thinking about what to do.
This was a brand new challenge in the middle of his medical practice.
He hadn't encountered an animal that had been stabbed so miserably either, right?
Usually the ones that were stabbed like that made it to the dinner table.
And in the diary, stabbed like this, basically declared dead, leaving the same look past the organs as treatment costs, depending on the attitude of the other party to decide whether the body is thrown out, or help find a place to bury.
Judging from the other party's clothes and brash attitude, he should be in a position to find a doctor who knows healing magic to treat him, so his primary goal is to keep him alive for a while, as well as regaining a certain degree of mobility, so that he can get out of here alive.
As for opening his wounds and checking for any internal organ damage, ruptured blood vessels and so on.
Charlotte felt that he might not last.
The clinic's current medical conditions were too limited, otherwise with his current condition of hemorrhaging, he should first be given a blood transfusion.
After the wound treatment, Charlotte had already determined the thought process.
The first assumption was that he had a burst of luck and his internal organs just perfectly avoided the four swords.
So all he needed to do was to stitch up the wounds and stop the bleeding.
If he really hurt his internal organs, then it could only be counted as his bad luck, anyway, this current condition of the clinic was completely impossible to give him a complicated surgery.
There was really no certainty at all when it came to something like opening up with a fruit knife.
A few bottles of hemostatic potion went down, and the bleeding of the wound was effectively improved.
Charlotte took out the surgical needle and began to stitch the wound.
Judging from the wounds, the man should have been sneak attacked.
Stabbing four swords in a short period of time, and piercing through the soft armor and penetrating the body, it was evident that the other party's strength was also not to be underestimated.
With the wounds being stitched up and two bottles of strength potion poured down, the pale Andrei regained some strength, feeling the pain of the surgical needles piercing through his skin and muscles, he cursed and said: ''Dog thing! Sneak attacked me! If I wasn't careless and didn't flash, I would have chopped him with my sword.
I would have split him in half with one sword!"
Charlotte didn't answer, arrogant guys like this wouldn't survive more than a few days in the abyss.
You can never predict, the old man sitting paralyzed on the street begging, may be the next second will take the knife from the back to stab you through the heart.
Watching the man, who was already on the verge of dying, being able to speak again after a first aid session from Charlotte, Vivian once again saw the magic of surgery.
With such a serious injury, she didn't expect Charlotte to save him at all.
Seeing that Charlotte didn't answer, Andre continued, "Hmph, they don't know who I am, when I go back and report back to the Viscount Lord, I will definitely have to come back again, and let Carol help me get back all the things I lost!"
"Lord Viscount!"
Charlotte and Vivian froze at the same time when they heard those four words.
Charlotte's first thought was the gossip that Harry had said the other day, that his childhood sweetheart's fiancée Elizabeth, whose new marriage her father had arranged for her, was the second son of Duke Cromwell from the Reims Empire, who was rumored to be a Viscount.
He didn t think it had anything to do with him, but if this man in front of him was from the Lance Empire and appeared in the Abyss at this point in time ...
Charlotte glanced at Vivian and her gaze froze.
Vivian's face was fleshly white, and the hand holding the potion bottle was still trembling slightly.
Seemingly sensing Charlotte's gaze, Vivian also looked toward him, her gaze unable to hide her fear.
"Really hit a ghost ..." Charlotte's hand trembled a little, zapping Andre with a jolt.
Charlotte also looked back, signaling Vivian to step back a bit and continue stitching.
"This is a strange technique you have, although you didn't use magic, it did stop the bleeding, where did you learn it?" Andre looked at Charlotte with some curiosity.
With the name of a medical center, he had thought that there should be a serious doctor here, but he didn't expect that this doctor wouldn't know magic.
But even though he didn't know magic, the other party did bring him back to life.
"This needlework was learned from my mother, she used to specialize in sewing clothes for people." Charlotte returned.
The muscles on Andre's face trembled, this answer was something he hadn't expected at all.
"Looking at your temperament, you don't look like someone from the Abyss." Charlotte took the initiative to ask.
"To be seen by you." Andre was complimented on his temperament for the first time, his face couldn't help but show a few moments of complacency, "I'm the one who works beside Viscount Karpas, the second duke of Duke Cromwell, you know that, don't you? The first duke of the Reims Empire."
"Duke Cromwell I've heard of, that's an extraordinary big shot." Charlotte cooperated with some bragging, "Then what are you doing here in a chaotic place like the Abyss? It's too bad here."
"The Abyss is indeed a shit place! I've only heard about it before, and the reality is even worse than the rumors!" Andre spat and felt his heart ache even more when he thought of his robbed gold coins and magic potions.
"It's not because of that dead girl, I don't know how she, a magician, ran to the abyss, you know this place is tens of thousands of kilometers away from the imperial capital!" Andre said in a great rage, before adding, "And that what Charlotte. Clayton, daring to steal a woman from my son, he won't live for a few days."
Charlotte: ????
Who the fuck did I mess with?
Broken Defense.
If he hadn't guessed wrong, that what's-her-name Capas, most likely because of his status as Elizabeth's ex-fiancé, planned to screw him over as well.
But he'd been disowned three years ago.
Moreover, there hadn't been much contact between him and Elizabeth over the years, and he hadn't seen a single side in these three years.
Why would this guy, Karpas, still want to drive him to death?
Charlotte couldn't understand, so she was especially angry.
Moreover, it looked like the enemy that was chasing Vivian was the high-powered Duke Cromwell.
In that case, it looked like the two of them were suddenly on the same side.
Because they had a common enemy.
Anger did not overwhelm Charlotte's mind, and after thinking again about the trouble she might face if she killed the man in front of her here, Charlotte finally chose to give up.
"This little bitch, she's quite handsome." Andre recovered some of his spirit, his gaze fell on Vivian's body, recklessly looking up and down, revealing a lecherous smile, "I haven't tasted it yet, little pussy, are you selling this slave?"
Vivian fearfully took two steps backward and looked at Charlotte for help.
"This is my assistant, not some slave, not for sale." Charlotte said calmly, while her gaze went to the inside of the counter where stood
of the ruling.
If this guy dared to fool around, he could only do him in the clinic.
"Hehe, it's inconvenient for Master today, I'll play with you next time I come." Andre retracted his gaze and laughed, "I've heard that there are quite a few things to play with in the Abyss, next time I come again, I'll have a good time."
Charlotte didn't answer, and after the stitches were completed, she took the opportunity of applying the hemostatic potion to add a little bit of Vertigo agent inside.
Then thoughtfully wrapped Andre's inconvenient clothes in a cloth, bulging one.
"How much?" The wounds had failed to heal, but Andre felt better, at least able to walk on his own, and he was going to leave this hellhole overnight.
"Five bottles of hemostatic potions, two bottles of stamina potions, plus the wound stitching surgery, the total is 1200 copper coins." Charlotte said.
Andre grabbed a handful of silver coins from his money pouch and placed them on the counter, carrying the clothes that Charlotte had wrapped up for him, he turned towards the door.
Charlotte did a quick scan of the silver coins on the table, thirteen, with an extra one for good measure.
Walking to the door, Andre still didn't forget to look back at Vivian, smiling evilly, "Little thing, I'll come back for you next time!"
Charlotte's killing heart rose, this guy was bound to be no good, a dog that was used to being a bully.
However, killing a dog did not necessarily require one's own hands.