Chapter 3: The Great Misfortune of the Minotaur

Chapter 3: The Great Misfortune of the Minotaur

Charlotte took two steps back, watching the massive figure collapse in front of him.

"Huh? Doctor, why didn't you catch me?" The minotaur lying on the ground raised his head, looking resentful.

"Sorry, it's beyond my capabilities." Charlotte shrugged.

This minotaur, with a black bull's head and a height exceeding three meters and weighing no less than a thousand catties, was he expecting to be held like a princess?

He was just a weak human who couldn't use magic.

Charlotte looked at the minotaur lying on the ground. His body was covered in bloody wounds, the longest one nearly half a meter in length, varying in depth. Blood continued to gush out, with sand and gravel mixed in the wounds. One of his white bull horns was also broken.

It looked as if he had just been mercilessly beaten and hacked, a pitiful sight.

"How did you sustain these injuries?" Charlotte helped the minotaur up from the ground and asked.

"My wife went to a club to meet a male mage, and I found out. I gave that male mage a beating, and then my wife did this to me... I... I've been with her for over thirty years, and I'm still worse off than a centaur she only knew for three days! They say it's a mismatch, and they're not worthy at all. I loved her so much, why did she hurt me like this..." The minotaur's emotions suddenly broke down, crying uncontrollably.

"What an unjustifiable grievance!" Charlotte listened with a stunned expression.

Not only did his wife have an affair at a club, but he was also brutally wounded when caught in the act. Truly a wretched situation.

"Take it easy." Charlotte could only console him and began examining the minotaur's wounds. They were caused by sharp weapons, and a rough estimate revealed over a hundred wounds.

It was hard to believe that one person could have inflicted such injuries.

Fortunately, while there were numerous wounds, none of them were life-threatening. The minotaur's hide was resilient enough, and his muscular physique was too robust to have injured his bones or internal organs. That's why he could come seeking medical help on his own.

"Doctor, please stitch up my wounds quickly. I feel like my blood is about to run dry." The minotaur calmed down a bit and gasped for breath.

Ding! The patient Minotaur has assigned you a task: Clean and suture 108 wounds! Task completion reward: 1. Copper Coins x108. Experience gained from cleaning wounds and suturing +108.

The voice of the system resounded again.

Charlotte's eyes lit up, and he promptly accepted the task without showing any surprise on his face.

Getting paid and receiving experiencesuch a good thing shouldn't be missed.

The operating room environment was too poor, so Charlotte had the minotaur sit on a nearby stone bed while he turned around and fetched several vials of potions and suturing materials from the medicine cabinet.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

The minotaur's injuries looked horrifying, but they weren't as exaggerated as he claimed. Some of the smaller wounds had already coagulated and stopped bleeding, but the several half-meter-long gashes on his back were indeed daunting.

It was Charlotte's first time treating a person, so he was initially a bit nervous.

However, as he looked at the minotaur's bullhead adorned with a brass nose ring, his nervousness disappeared in an instant.

After all, he wasn't even human!

This bull head bears some resemblance to the old black bull at the ranch. He was the one who handled the animal trap when it got caught last time.

As for wound cleaning and suturing, he had accumulated extensive experience from sterilization surgeries.

First, he washed the wounds with a cleansing solution to remove contaminants that entered the wounds.

Charlotte didn't know the exact composition of the cleansing solution the original owner prepared, but the minotaur winced in pain, his dark face turning a shade paler.

"D-Doc... Doctor, is this medicine expired?" the minotaur trembled and asked.

Charlotte glanced at the vial in his hand and calmly replied, "Still one more day."

The minotaur's lips twitched, but he restrained himself from cursing.

After cleaning the wounds, Charlotte took another vial containing a blue solution and poured it onto each wound.

A miraculous scene unfolded before their eyes. The bleeding wounds, which were still oozing blood, quickly stopped visibly to the naked eye. Small wounds rapidly formed scabs, while the larger ones began growing fresh granulation tissue.

This was a basic hemostatic potion, an effective medicinal solution for treating external injuries.

Three surgical suturing needles with a silver sheen lay quietly in the box.

Sharp needle tips exuded a chilling aura.

"What great items!" Charlotte's eyes lit up as he reached out and picked up one of the suturing needles.

The needle came with its suture thread, and according to the system description, it was even unlimited in use, a true magical technology.

But the most crucial aspect was the Penetration attribute +10.

If Charlotte had this artifact during the previous suturing for the minotaur, he wouldn't have needed to use the hammer.

Unexpectedly, treating patients could also yield rare equipment. It was truly a pleasant surprise!

After storing the suturing needle, Charlotte cleaned the blood-stained floor.

"When the clinic gets on track, I must recruit a nurse who knows cleaning magic." After finally tidying up the clinic, Charlotte leaned against the counter and secretly pondered.

"Magic is the primary productivity of this world."

Although Charlotte had lost memories related to medical skills and potions, his memories of magic remained profound.

The original owner of his body was once a fourth-tier advanced mage. With a water-based cleansing spell to clean the minotaur's wounds and casual use of a holy light healing spell, not even a scar would be visible.

Of course, the charges would be higher for such services. Without a considerable sum of money, it was impossible to afford a high-level healing mage.

He originally had a bright future but chose to throw it away.

What a disaster!

Charlotte sighed inwardly. The path to relearning magic was cut off. He had been deprived of his magical source and lost his affinity for magic elements.

For a mage, this was nothing short of the cruelest punishment.

Of course, healing magic was not omnipotent either.

When it came to internal diseases and unknown infections, magic was often powerless.

At such times, doctors would often attribute it to the will of the gods, something beyond their control.

After the affiliation between the Physician Association and the clergy, they practically monopolized the medical industry.

Scarce healing mages and exorbitant treatment fees made it nearly impossible for ordinary people to seek medical help, while doctors profited immensely.

Years ago, Charlotte advocated for surgical procedures and the use of potions to treat patients, attempting to reform the medical system and enable ordinary people to become doctors. Such behavior crossed the bottom line of the Physician Association, so it was not surprising that he faced retaliation.

"Your idea is right. Even without magic, doctors can still treat and save lives," Charlotte silently affirmed.

The Physician Association was a hidden threat to him. Investigating the reason for the sudden death of the original owner and his subsequent transmigration was also necessary.

He didn't want to die inexplicably again.

However, he didn't reject magic either.

If surgical procedures could be combined with magic, it would be perfect.

Water-based cleansing spells could simplify wound cleaning, and perfectly healed wounds could prevent various postoperative infections, which would be especially beneficial for beauty-conscious women.

Charlotte wanted an assistant who knew healing magic right now.

Unfortunately, such a mage would never appear in the Abyss, let alone become an assistant to someone who was considered a disgrace in the medical world.

Just as the clinic was tidied up, a knock came on the door.

Charlotte immediately put on a professional smile and opened the door.

Outside the gate, a female minotaur supported a centaur with an anxious expression. She pleaded, "Doctor, please save my sweetheart quickly!"