Chapter 100: Surviving Is the Most Important Thing

Chapter 100: Surviving Is the Most Important Thing

It had a hidden tooth!" Vivian exclaimed softly, her face full of disbelief.

Just as Charlotte had said, after cutting open the gum, there was indeed a tooth hidden underneath, and it was growing horizontally.

Vivian looked at Charlotte with an increasingly admiring gaze. He was so skilled! He could see through it at a glance.

The Split-Mouth Woman was in pain, tears shimmering in her eyes. But upon hearing Vivian's words, she held still, her gaze fixed on Charlotte, filled with hope.

Being declared an Abandoned by God patient by the physicians at Jardson Medical Hall, saying she wasn't afraid was a lie.

Now, Charlotte had reignited her hope for life. How could she not look forward to it?

Charlotte looked at the completely horizontally impacted wisdom tooth and sighed with relief.

If he hadn't found the wisdom tooth with this incision, it would have been difficult to explain. He would have had to search for the lesion again.

The wisdom tooth was quite large and growing horizontally, so it hadn't emerged from the gum. It had reached the innermost side of the molar, causing the tooth to tilt.

This was the culprit behind the gum inflammation and infection.

If it wasn't removed, it would be like a time bomb, causing excruciating pain from time to time.

Charlotte picked up a disinfected pair of pointed forceps.

The Split-Mouth Woman's eyes gradually widened, revealing a hint of fear.

"Don't worry, it's just extracting a tooth. I'll be quick," Charlotte reassured her and began the procedure.

After making an incision in the gum to expose a convenient access point, Charlotte used the forceps to grip the wisdom tooth and pulled with force.

Pop!

A sound like opening a bottle cap.

On the forceps held in Charlotte's hand, there was now an additional pearly white tooth.

"Wu, wu, wu..."

The Split-Mouth Woman, lying on the surgical bed, suddenly reacted. The intense pain made her almost jump up from the bed. Biting down on the iron rod that held her tooth, she bent it with one bite, causing it to fly and leave a mark on the wall.

Her ferocious appearance seemed to be instantly covered by a mask of pain, and even her body contorted.

"Sorry, I don't accept payment in flesh," Charlotte shook his head and refused.

"Do you think I'm ugly?" The Split-Mouth Woman's eyes revealed a glint of murderous intent.

"This is my principle, unrelated to beauty or ugliness," Charlotte replied calmly.

"In that case, write down another entry in your ledger. Write however much you want, and when I have money, I'll pay you back," the Split-Mouth Woman grinned, assuming the appearance of a dodger.

"I don't accept credit either," Charlotte added.

"In that case, are you planning to keep me as your wife?" The Split-Mouth Woman approached step by step, almost pressing against Charlotte's body.

"If that's the case, then we should discuss the issue of dowry."

"No, since you don't have money, consider yourself owing me a favor. If I encounter any trouble, I can ask for your help once," Charlotte looked at the Split-Mouth Woman and said.

"You want me to help you?" she asked.

"Yes, I save your life, and you help me once. It's fair, isn't it?"

The Split-Mouth Woman stared at Charlotte for a while and suddenly smiled. "Give me a kiss, and I'll agree."

Vivian raised her eyebrows and looked at Charlotte. The boss had already given up the opportunity for three nights, so he certainly wouldn't agree to such a strange request, right?

A great man would rather be shattered than compromise his principles. How could he sell himself like this? Vivian thought.

Charlotte cupped the Split-Mouth Woman's face and kissed her forehead, saying seriously, "It's a deal."

A light gleamed in the Split-Mouth Woman's phoenix eyes. She stared at Charlotte in a daze for quite some time before nodding.

Vivian's eyes widened gradually, deeply shocked by the display of the boss's ability to bend and stretch.

"Remember, my name is Louisa. If you need anything, come find me at the 8th room on the 6th lane of Tucker Street," the Split-Mouth Woman said to Charlotte, then put her veil back on and gracefully pushed open the door, leaving.

"I've remembered it," Charlotte watched her leave, then closed the door.

"In the abyss, the most important thing is to survive. When necessary, sacrificing a bit of attractiveness is also a means of survival," Charlotte explained with a calm expression, looking at Vivian, who seemed to have something to say.

With that ethereal expression and melancholic gaze, he seemed like a male mage who had been tormented by a wealthy woman.

"But... you're a physician, right?" Vivian reminded softly.