Charlotte took two steps backward and watched the massive body crumble to the ground in front of her.
"Hey? Doctor, why don't you catch me?" The minotaur lying on the ground looked up with a grumpy face.
"I'm sorry, that's beyond me." Charlotte spread her hands.
Was this minotaur with a black bull's head, over three meters tall and weighing no less than a thousand pounds expecting some kind of princess hug?
He was nothing more than a weak human who couldn't do magic now.
Charlotte looked at the minotaur lying on the ground, his body was covered with a bloody wound, the longest was close to half a meter, with varying depths, blood was still pouring out, sand and gravel were mixed in the wounds, and one of the white bull's horns on his head had been broken.
It's like you've just been rounded up and slashed around in a horrible way.
"How did you get this injury?" Charlotte inquired as she helped the Minotaur up from the ground.
"My wife went to the clubhouse to look for a male devil and I found out, I beat up the male devil, then my wife cut me up like this ... I ... I've been with her for more than thirty years, but I can't believe that it's not as good as a horse head man that I've known for three days! It's said that the bull's head is not as good as the horse's head, and they don't deserve it at all. I love her so much, why did she hurt me ... like this," the bull's head suddenly broke down emotionally, crying.
"This is pure pure great injustice!" Charlotte listened in awe.
Wife club play male devil even if, catching adultery was also wife cut into blood, is really miserable to home.
"My condolences." Charlotte could only say in relief, and began to examine the Minotaur's wounds, caused by sharp cuts, and a cursory glance showed that the number of wounds was more than a hundred.
To say that it was cut by one person makes it a little hard to believe.
Fortunately, although there are many wounds, but the knife to avoid the vitals, the cowhide is tough enough, robust muscles and too tight, did not hurt the bones and internal organs, so this minotaur can run to seek medical treatment on their own.
"Doctor, stitch me up, I feel like I'm bleeding out." The Minotaur slowed down a bit and gasped for air.
[ding! Patient Minotaur Orc has issued a quest to you: to clear and suture 108 wounds! Reward for quest completion: 1. Copper coins x 108.2. experience in clearing and suturing +108].
The system's voice sounded again.
Charlotte's eyes lit up and she decisively took the task without showing any color on her face.
Giving money and experience is a good thing that you certainly can't pass up.
The operating room was too hostile, so Charlotte had the minotaur sit directly on a stone bed off to the side, while she herself turned to fetch a few potion bottles and suture supplies from the medicine cabinet.
The minotaur's injuries looked scary, but it wasn't as exaggerated as he said, some of the small wounds had already congealed and stopped bleeding, it was just that the several half-meter-long gaping holes on his back were a bit scary.
The first time she treated someone, Charlotte would have been a little nervous.
But looking at the Minotaur's bull head with its brass nose ring was an instant relief.
That's not human either!
This cow's head, and the animal husbandry station that old black cow still has a few similarities, last time stepped on the trap or he gave the treatment.
As far as debridement and suturing goes, he has gained a great deal of experience in sterilization.
The wound is first flushed with a cleansing agent to rinse out any contaminants that have entered the wound.
Charlotte didn't know what ingredients were in the cleansing potion that the original had concocted, and the minotaur grimaced in pain, his dark face going a few shades of white.
"Doctor... doctor, is this medicine expired?" Minotaur asked, shivering.
Charlotte swept the potion bottle in her hand and said calmly, "There's still a day to go."
The minotaur's lips twitched, still resisting the urge to curse.
After the wounds were cleaned, Charlotte took another bottle of blue potion and doused each wound one by one.
A miraculous scene appeared, the wounds that were still bleeding out stopped bleeding at a speed visible to the naked eye, the small wounds quickly scabbed over, and the large wounds began to grow vibrant flesh buds.
This is a primary hemostatic potion, a potent agent for treating traumatic injuries.
Charlotte used three bottles because of the excessive number of wounds.
The next step is to close the wound that has stopped bleeding with closed sutures.
It was a step that stumped Charlotte.
This minotaur's cowhide was not normally thick, Charlotte took one of the sharpest sewing needles in her bag and used her whole body strength to fail to pierce it.
Shiloh: ...
Minotaur: ...
Shiloh bent over and rummaged around, pulling a hammer out of the toolbox, and a large sewing needle like a steel nail.
"What ... are you doing!" The minotaur's face showed fear and his voice trembled slightly.
"Don't worry, it's just a little borrowed gadget, it'll be over in no time." Charlotte smiled and stepped forward.
"I ... I don't heal ... I'm leaving ..."
"No, you're here, you have to be healed before you can leave, I'm not giving up on you."
Ding ding ding ding!
Crisp taps echoed through the small clinic, accompanied by the Minotaur's fearful shrieks.
An hour later.
Charlotte looked at the fine stitches on the minotaur and nodded in satisfaction, "Quite perfect."
"Is it over?" The minotaur looked at Charlotte with fear in his gaze, this tiny human, in his eyes, was becoming very scary at the moment.
"Yes." Charlotte nodded, "Clean the wound for 100 copper coins, use three bottles of hemostatic potion, a single bottle costs 100 copper coins, stitch up 108 wounds and charge 216 copper coins, total: 616 copper coins."
The minotaur fumbled around on his body for a moment before pulling out two silver coins and four copper coins.
"That's all I have." The minotaur put the money on the counter.
"That's 412 copper coins short." Charlotte said as she swept the money on the counter and looked at him calmly.
"Take credit for now, I'll give it next time." The minotaur smiled apologetically, his feet starting to move toward the door.
Charlotte snapped the door shut and shook her head, "Small business, no credit, if you don't have the money, you can use something else against the bill, as long as it's the right value."
Out of this door, Charlotte wasn't sure she'd find this minotaur again.
"Something else?" The Minotaur looked at Charlotte, his expression struggling to change several times, showing a fierce look at times.
"I know what you're thinking, but kill me and the next time you get cut up, you won't always have a doctor." Charlotte said calmly.
The minotaur who was read through his mind blushed, and with a reluctant face took out a snow-white cow horn from the bag and placed it on the counter, "Then I'll use my cow horn to pay off the bill, and I'll come back to ransom it back when I've earned some money."
[The broken horn of a bull-headed orc, can be used for crafts and weapons, medium quality, value: 500 copper coins].
Charlotte looked at the bullhorn and a line of notes suddenly appeared in her vision.
"Deal, I'll hold it for you for three days, if you don't come to redeem it within three days, I'll sell it." Charlotte put away the bullhorn and a smile returned to her face, "Abyssal Clinic, welcome to your next visit."
"In three days, I will definitely come back again!" The minotaur left in a rage, half of his horns looking a little funny.
[Ding! Minotaur's Cleansing and Suturing quest completed, rewarded: 1, Copper Coins x 108.2, Cleansing and Suturing Experience +108. Famous Doctor's Influence: +10]
[For overcoming difficult suturing conditions and successfully completing the suturing task, trigger the hidden reward: a set of surgical suture needles. Quality: Rare. Characteristics: penetration +10, unlimited sutures.]
Charlotte first checked the cash that had arrived to make sure the number was correct before picking up the silver tin box that had appeared on the counter.
Circular, angular, straight needles.
Three surgical suture needles with a silvery sheen lay quietly in the box.
The sharp tip of the needle was chilling.
"Good stuff!" Charlotte's eyes lit up as she reached out and pinched a suture needle.
The needle comes with its own suture and is still unlimited according to the system description, proper magic technology.
The key thing is still the +10 to the Penetration trait.
If he had had this kind of artifact when he had stitched up the minotaur earlier, he wouldn't have had to use the hammer.
I didn't expect to heal someone and still be able to explode rare equipment!
Putting away the stitches, Charlotte mopped up the blood-covered floor.
"When the clinic is on track, we must recruit a nurse-sister who knows cleaning magic." Charlotte, who had managed to get the clinic clean, leaned against the counter and thought secretly.
Magic, that's the first productive force in this world.
Although the memories related to medicine and potions were missing, the memories of magic were still deep in Charlotte's mind.
The original owner was once a fourth-ranked senior magician, the previous minotaur kind of injury, a water-based cleansing spell to clean the wound, and then casually threw a holy light healing spell, even a scar can not be seen.
Of course, the relative charges will be higher, without ten thousand or eight thousand won't be able to hire a doctor who knows high-level healing magic.
He had a bright future ahead of him, but chose to make a fool of himself.
It's a sin!
Charlotte sighed in his heart, the path to re-cultivate magic had been cut off, he had been deprived of his magical essence and lost his affinity for the magical elements.
This is nothing less than the cruelest punishment for a wizard.
Of course, healing magic isn't everything.
There is often nothing that can be done about internal body lesions, infections of unknown diseases ... magic.
At this point, doctors tend to blame it on God's providence and can't change it.
Having been linked to the priesthood, the Association of Physicians has virtually monopolized the practice of medicine.
The scarcity of doctors in the therapeutic department and the high cost of treatment have left ordinary people with almost nowhere to turn to and doctors making a fortune.
Charlotte pushed for surgery back then, saving patients with potions and trying to reform healthcare so that ordinary people could become doctors, an act that touched the bottom line of the Physicians Association, and it was no surprise that she was targeted.
"You have the right idea, even without magic, a doctor can heal and save people just as well." Charlotte was silent in her mind.
The Healer's Guild is a hidden threat to him, including the very real need to investigate why the original body suddenly died, thus allowing him to cross over.
He didn't want to somehow die again.
Of course, he wasn't averse to magic.
Surgery could be perfect if it worked with magic.
Water cleansing makes trauma debridement easy, and the ability to heal wounds perfectly eliminates all kinds of post-operative infections, which is even more of a boon for women who love to look good.
Charlotte desperately wanted an assistant who knew healing magic right now.
Unfortunately, such a magician could never have appeared in the Abyss, much less become his assistant, the shame of the medical world.
The clinic had just been cleaned up when there was a knock at the door.
Charlotte immediately put on a professional smile and opened the door.
Outside the gate, a female bull-headed orc was holding a horse-headed orc with an eager face, "Doctor, you have to save my little sweetheart!"