Chapter 107: Brother, Your Death Was So Tragic!

Chapter 107: Brother, Your Death Was So Tragic!

"I'm not leaving. My injuries are fine. Please save my brother," Celia shook her head, refusing, her gaze earnestly fixed on Charlotte.

"You'll only hinder me from saving your brother here. It's too noisy," Charlotte calmly replied, holding a cleaning solution in one hand.

Celia looked at Charlotte's calm gaze and gradually calmed down.

"Celia, you should go out and leave it to the doctors," Jonah also said with difficulty.

"Your wounds still need immediate attention. Please come with me," Vivian took Celia's hand and quickly left the operating room, closing the door behind them.

"Do I have a chance of survival, doctor?" Jonah weakly looked at Charlotte, his pale face filled with hope and fear.

"Your injuries are quite severe, with significant blood loss. Whether you can survive depends on fate," Charlotte rinsed the blood hole on his foot with the cleaning solution, removing debris and dirt.

"Ah"

The intense pain caused Jonah's body to convulse uncontrollably, aggravating his other wounds and causing more bleeding.

"This won't do. I've only just begun cleaning the wound," Charlotte's heart tightened. She took a bottle of anesthetic from the side, opened the lid, and poured half of it directly into Jonah.

Soon, Jonah stopped struggling.

"Doctor, am I dying... I'm losing consciousness, and... I'm so tired, I want to sleep..." Jonah couldn't stop his tears, bidding farewell to the world with sorrow.

"Please tell Celia to live well, not to venture into the wilderness anymore... and my beloved Marigold, I haven't had a chance to confess yet..."nove(l)bi(n.)com

"The drink I gave you is an anesthetic. Losing consciousness is a normal reaction. Sleep, and you'll be fine when you wake up," Charlotte calmly continued cleaning and dressing the wounds.

Before she could finish speaking, Jonah had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Half a bottle of anesthetic takes effect in one minute, and within three minutes, the patient falls into a state of unconsciousness.

The medication was quite effective.

With Jonah in a coma, it became much easier for Charlotte to operate.

The door to the operating room was opened, and Vivian walked in, closing the door behind her, blocking Celia's concerned gaze outside.

"Is he dead?" Vivian looked at Jonah lying motionless on the bed, filled with worry.

"No, I used an anesthetic to facilitate the surgery," Charlotte shook her head, looking at the bleeding wound on Jonah's foot and the four arrows stuck in his body.

She decisively said, "Use magic to stop the bleeding from his foot wounds first, and I'll come to suture them. I need to remove the arrows from his body first, or he may not hold on."

"But..." Vivian glanced in the direction of the door.

"Don't worry, she's a power-based half-beast, not sensitive to magic," Charlotte explained, holding a scalpel. She had already cut open Jonah's abdomen and started removing the arrows.

It must be said that Jonah was quite lucky.

The arrow was only 3 centimeters away from his stomach, and most of the force was absorbed by the animal hide armor.

However, it still penetrated his abdomen nearly ten centimeters, without causing damage to other organs or severe internal bleeding.

After removing the arrows, cleaning the wounds, and closing the abdominal cavity, Vivian used healing magic to stop the bleeding and regenerate the flesh in Jonah's foot wounds. The healing effect was so good that the flesh grew back completely.

Charlotte took a look and then handed Vivian a surgical scalpel and a set of sutures, saying, "Your magic looks too fake. Make a cross-shaped incision and then suture it back together. You can start with his hand."

"Ah... Me..." Vivian held the scalpel and suture in her hand, looking bewildered. "But I haven't learned it yet. Should I practice on him?"

"Doctor, is the surgery over?" Outside the door, Celia was anxious like an ant on a hot pan, pacing around the small clinic.

Inside, it was silent. At first, she could hear her brother's cries, but then there was complete silence.

The quieter it became, the more restless she felt.

She couldn't help but think about where she should bury her brother if he died. Who should be informed, including the girl he liked?

They didn't have many friends. They could bury him next to their mother. At least, they would have each other's company. When she died, she could be buried there too.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was unlucky.

She couldn't help but recall the words a gentleman said a few years ago: Misfortunes always befall those who suffer.

Just as she was preparing her emotions, tears welled up in her eyes, and she couldn't hold them back any longer. She burst into tears when the door to the operating room suddenly opened.

Charlotte and Vivian stood on either side, their expressions serious.

On the bed, her brother was covered with a white cloth, no longer making any sound, appearing peacefully departed.

"Brother... You died so tragically..." Celia couldn't hold back anymore and threw herself onto the bed, crying uncontrollably.

Her sobbing filled the entire operating room, an atmosphere of heartbreak and tears.

"He..." Charlotte felt that something was off with the atmosphere and was about to correct it.

"Cough, ouch, ouch!" Just as the effects of the anesthesia wore off, Jonah, whose injured shoulder was being pressed by Celia, sat up in pain.

Burp

Celia's wailing abruptly stopped as she looked at Jonah, who was alive and well, belching.

"Fool, I'm not dead..." Although Jonah was a bit dazed and weak, he managed to muster a smile and touched Celia's head to comfort her.

"Brother! You're alive! That's great!" Celia threw herself into Jonah's arms.

"Ouch, ouch!" Before she could hug him tightly, Jonah immediately cried out in pain.

Startled, Celia quickly let go and took two steps back, away from the operating table.

Only then did they take a closer look at Jonah's injuries.

Arrow wounds were everywhere, and all the arrows had been dealt with, leaving behind sewn-up wounds. Even the bloody hole on the sole of his foot had been stitched up.

However, there was a noticeable difference in the quality of the sutures compared to the other wounds.

In any case, all the wounds had been sutured, and there was no more bleeding.

Jonah finally confirmed that he was still alive.

"Thank you both for saving my life," Jonah looked at Charlotte and Vivian, expressing his gratitude.

He knew very well how severe his injuries were. They had no money and couldn't go to a large medical institution. He had prepared himself for death.

Unexpectedly, this Doctor Charlotte and her assistant used needles and thread to sew him up and save his life.

It was unbelievable, completely shattering his previous understanding that only healing magic users could treat and save people.

"Thank you for saving my brother," Celia regained her composure and deeply bowed to Charlotte and Vivian.