If I can't cure you, there are a hundred ways to deal with the body in the diary. Charlotte nodded calmly: "I will try my best."
Charlotte cleaned the wound while thinking about how to deal with it.
This is a brand new challenge in his medical career.
He has never encountered an animal that was stabbed so badly, right?
Generally, those stabbed like this are served on the dining table.
In the diary, those who were stabbed like this were basically declared dead, leaving a decent organ as treatment fee, and depending on the other party's attitude, whether to throw the body away or help find a place to bury it.
Judging from the other party's clothes and arrogant attitude, it should be possible to find a doctor who can use healing magic to treat him, so his first goal is to keep him from dying for the time being, and to regain a certain degree of mobility so that he can leave here alive.
As for opening his wound and checking whether there is any damage to his internal organs, ruptured blood vessels, etc.
Charlotte thinks he may not make it.
The current medical conditions of the clinic are too limited, otherwise, with his current heavy bleeding, he should be given a blood transfusion first.
After the wound was treated, Charlotte had already decided on her plan.
First, let's assume that his luck was great and his internal organs just avoided the four swords perfectly.
So all he needed to do was suture the wound and stop the bleeding.
If his internal organs were really injured, it would be considered bad luck. Anyway, it was impossible for the clinic to perform a complex operation on him under the current conditions.
There was really no guarantee at all about using a fruit knife to operate.
After a few bottles of hemostatic agents, the bleeding of the wound was effectively improved.
Charlotte took out the surgical needle and began to suture the wound.
Judging from the wound, the man should have been attacked by surprise.
Four swords were stabbed in a short period of time, and the soft armor was penetrated through the body. It can be seen that the opponent's strength should not be underestimated.
As the wound was sutured, and two more bottles of physical potion were taken, the pale Andre recovered some of his physical strength. Feeling the pain of the surgical needle piercing his skin and muscles, he cursed: "Bastard! Sneak attack on me! If I hadn't been careless and didn't dodge, I would have split him in half with one sword!"
Charlotte didn't respond. Such an arrogant guy would not survive more than a few days in the abyss.
You can never predict that the old man sitting on the street begging may stab you from behind with a knife in the next second.
Seeing the man who was almost dying, he was able to speak again after Charlotte's first aid. Vivian once again witnessed the magic of surgery.
With such a serious injury, she never thought that Charlotte could save him.
Seeing that Charlotte didn't say anything, Andre continued, "Humph, they don't know who I am. When I go back and report to the Viscount, I will definitely come again and ask Carol to help me find all the lost things!" "Viscount!" Charlotte and Vivian were stunned at the same time when they heard these four words. Charlotte immediately thought of the gossip that Harry told her that day. His childhood sweetheart Elizabeth, her father arranged a new marriage for her, and the new marriage was the second son of the Duke of Cromwell from the Reims Empire, who was said to be a viscount. He didn't think it had anything to do with him, but if the man in front of him came from the Reims Empire and appeared in the abyss at this time... Charlotte glanced at Vivian and her eyes fixed. Vivian's face turned pale visibly, and she was still shaking slightly with the potion bottle in her hand. As if she felt Charlotte's gaze, Vivian also looked at him, and her eyes could not hide the fear. "I really ran into a ghost..." Charlotte's hand trembled, and Andre was alert.
Charlotte also came back to her senses, motioned Vivian to step back, and continued to sew.
"Your technique is quite unique. Although you didn't use magic, it did stop the bleeding. Where did you learn it from?" Andre looked at Charlotte with some curiosity.
Under the name of the clinic, he thought there should be a serious doctor here, but he didn't expect that the doctor didn't know magic.
However, although he didn't know magic, the other party did save him.
"I learned this needlework from my mother. She used to sew clothes for people." Charlotte replied.
Andre's facial muscles trembled. He didn't expect this answer at all.
"Looking at your temperament, you don't look like someone from the abyss." Charlotte asked proactively.
"You figured it out." Andre was praised for his temperament for the first time, and he couldn't help showing a bit of pride on his face, "I work with Viscount Kapas, the second son of Duke Cromwell, you know him, right? The first Duke of the Reims Empire."
"I've heard of Duke Cromwell, he's a big shot." Charlotte flattered him, "Then what are you doing in a chaotic place like the Abyss? It's terrible here."
"The Abyss is really a shitty place! I only heard about it before, but the reality is even worse than the rumors!" Andre spat, and felt even more heartbroken when he thought of his stolen gold coins and potions.
"It's all because of that damn girl. I don't know how she, a magician, ran to the Abyss. You know, it's tens of thousands of kilometers away from the imperial capital!" Andre said angrily, and added at the end: "And that Charlotte Clayton, dared to snatch a woman from my son, he won't live for a few days."
Charlotte: ? ? ?
Who the hell did I offend?
His defense was broken.
If he guessed correctly, then Capas was probably because he was Elizabeth's ex-fiance, and he was going to kill him too.
But he was divorced three years ago.
And he and Elizabeth didn't have much contact over the years, and they hadn't seen each other in the past three years.
Why did Capas want to kill him?
Charlotte couldn't understand, so she was very angry.
Moreover, it seemed that the enemy who was hunting Vivian was the powerful Duke of Cromwell.
So it seemed that the two of them were suddenly on the same front.
Because they had a common enemy.
Anger didn't cloud Charlotte's mind. After thinking about the troubles that might be encountered if she killed the man in front of her, Charlotte finally chose to give up.
"This little girl is pretty." Andre recovered some of his spirit, his eyes fell on Vivian, looking up and down unscrupulously, revealing an obscene smile: "I haven't tasted the little cat yet, are you selling this slave?"
Vivian took two steps back in fear and looked at Charlotte for help.
"This is my assistant, not a slave, not for sale." Charlotte said calmly, looking at the judgment standing inside the counter.
If this guy dares to do anything wrong, he can only kill him in the clinic.
"Hehe, it's not convenient for me today, I'll come to play with you next time." Andre retracted his gaze and smiled: "I heard that there are many things to play in the abyss. Next time I come, I have to have a good time."
Charlotte didn't answer. After the suture was completed, she took the opportunity to apply the hemostatic agent and added a little ecstasy potion in it.
Then she wrapped Andre's inconvenient clothes with cloth, making them bulge.
"How much?" Although his wounds had not healed, Andre felt that he was much better, at least he could walk on his own, and he wanted to leave this hellhole overnight.
"Five bottles of hemostatic potion, two bottles of physical potion, plus wound suture surgery, a total of 1,200 copper coins." Charlotte said.
Andre grabbed a handful of silver coins from his purse, put them on the counter, picked up the clothes Charlotte had packed for him, and turned to walk towards the door.
Charlotte quickly glanced at the silver coins on the table, thirteen, and gave one more.
When he walked to the door, Andre did not forget to look back at Vivian, and smiled evilly: "Little thing, I'll come to you next time!"
Charlotte's murderous intention suddenly rose, this guy must be not a good thing, a dog who is used to being domineering.
But, killing a dog does not necessarily require doing it yourself.