Chapter 138：This is the Last Resort

Chapter 138:This is the Last Resort

The first person to be carried into the operating room was a middle-aged man who had been bitten in the neck, leaving a bloody hole.

His neck was crudely bandaged with a piece of cloth, and he was already in a state of coma, with barely audible breathing.

In addition, there were several deeply visible wounds on his thighs and back, which were shocking to behold.

"Doctor, please save my husband. He was bitten by a wolf beast, all because he tried to save me... He had already hidden in the underground tunnel..."

A middle-aged woman with disheveled hair cried her emotions on the verge of collapse.

"Wait outside the operating room," Charlotte snapped shut the door and turned on the surgical light. He gently peeled off the bandage on the man's neck.

The blood hole on his neck was horrifying, a chunk of flesh had been bitten off, but fortunately, it narrowly missed the carotid artery, otherwise, he wouldn't have made it to the medical clinic.

On the contrary, the wounds on his back were even more lethal, with fresh blood still oozing out, indicating severe blood loss.

Charlotte cleaned the wounds, used hemostatic drugs, and quickly sutured them.

The surgical light illuminated the details of the wounds, greatly improving the efficiency of the suturing.

The advancement in his knight rank brought about the greatest change for Charlotte - an increase in speed and the ability to maintain a vigorous state for a long period.

Increased strength did not mean a decline in skills.

With a more accurate grasp of his strength, his suturing efficiency multiplied.

Suturing blood vessels, tendons, and skin...

The needle in her hand flew, employing various suturing techniques effortlessly, quickly completing the suturing of the wounds on the back and legs.

Vivian entered the operating room, closed the door behind him, and began to clean his hands.

She said, "All the casualties have been triaged outside. There are currently twelve critically injured patients who require urgent surgical treatment, three of whom are in critical condition."

"For today's patients, you will handle the internal organ repairs, while I will take care of wound cleaning and suturing. We need maximum efficiency," Charlotte said without lifting his head.

"Understood."

Vivian's eyes lit up with joy. Her boss had finally agreed to let her use healing spells.

"This patient has lost too much blood. I'm afraid directly administering a stamina potion won't be enough to sustain him. Use a basic healing spell to stabilize his condition," Charlotte said as he worked on the neck wound.

Vivian took out her magic wand, began to chant the spell, and green light entered the man's body, gradually restoring his weak and shallow breathing and bringing color back to his pale face.

"That's enough. They can take this patient out and bring in the next one," Charlotte also finished suturing the neck wound and fed the man a bottle of stamina potion, giving him instructions.

"Boss, I can improve his condition even further," Vivian confidently said, holding her magic wand.

"There are still twelve critically injured patients outside who may need your healing spells to save their lives. How many people do you think you can save with your intermediate mage ability?" Charlotte calmly looked at her.

Vivian opened her mouth but silently put down her magic wand.

The door to the operating room was pushed open.

"Let him rest on the bed for a while, and he can leave after he wakes up. He needs to rest during this time and drink a bottle of stamina potion daily," Charlotte said to the woman who hurried in.

The woman looked at the man, whose breathing had stabilized and whose complexion had improved greatly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

As her tense nerves relaxed, she barely managed to stand at the edge of the operating table.

"Thank you so much. I am truly grateful," the woman looked at Charlotte with gratitude.

"Please let me know how much the treatment costs."

Charlotte quickly responded, "Three bottles of cleansing potions, three bottles of hemostatic potions, and three surgical sutures. It comes to a total of 1200 copper coins."

The woman quickly took out a handful of coins and handed them to Vivian after counting.

"It's a secret recipe passed down through generations. You wouldn't understand," Charlotte replied after inspecting the crude transfusion device, considering improving the equipment if the deer blood turned out to be effective.

In surgeries, situations requiring blood transfusion were quite common.

No matter how skilled the hemostasis techniques were, they couldn't stop the blood lost on the way to the medical hall.

While the patient was still unconscious, Charlotte took out the Judgment Sword, sterilized it, and tidied up the fragmented bones before performing a clean and neat amputation.

As the deer blood entered the patient's body, his pale face gradually regained color, and his breathing became stable and strong.

There was a clear improvement in his condition.

Charlotte couldn't help but take another look at the jar of deer blood.

This was not directly collected and stored blood, but deer blood extracted within an hour after death, combined with various ingredients, and carefully formulated.

To some extent, it was more like a potion than plasma.

Of course, it wasn't alchemy, as there was no step of boiling it in a pot with fire.

Otherwise, throw in some beef tallow hot pot base, add tripe and pork intestines, and you'd have a high-end version of spicy cow blood hot pot.

"This is amazing. Can deer blood and human blood be compatible? To replenish blood for excessive blood loss... it's a continuous cycle. I never knew it could be like this," Vivian marveled. Charlotte's unique treatment methods greatly shook her worldview.

She now understood why Charlotte had been considered a heretic and fallen from grace.

Transfusing deer blood to a humanthis was blasphemy and disrespect to the goddess of life!

But it was this seemingly absurd method that saved a critically ill life, the pillar of a family.

What flowed into the man's body through that small tube wasn't demonic blood, but the blood of a deer from the wilderness.

The boss had peculiar methods, but he didn't give up on a patient whose heart had stopped beating. He saved him in his way.

She had to admit that if she were in his position today when the patient was brought in by the Fox Guards, she might have pronounced him dead.

After all the deer blood had been transfused, Charlotte confirmed the patient's vital signs, which were relatively stable, and nodded to signal Vivian to open the door.

As Vivian opened the door, the injured man's wife rushed in and threw herself by the operating table.

"The surgery was successful, but he lost a lot of blood. I gave him a blood transfusion, and he needs to rest for a while. The amputation surgery has also been done," Charlotte said coldly, looking at the woman.

"The cost of the blood transfusion is 800, the cleaning solution and hemostatic agents cost a total of 400 for two bottles each, and the amputation surgery costs 800. In total, it's 2000 copper coins," she said.

The woman's face initially brightened at the news of the successful surgery, but upon hearing the cost, she instinctively tightened her grip on her skirt.

She looked at the man on the operating table, who had just undergone the amputation and then glanced anxiously at her daughter waiting by the door.

Her voice trembled as she said, "I... I only have three silver coins on me. Can you... wait a few days for the rest of the payment?"

The woman lowered her gaze, unable to look directly at Charlotte.

Tears streamed down her face, landing on her rough and calloused hands, which were not the hands one would expect a woman of her age to have.

The little girl at the door was wearing a patched-up dress, thin, but she had big, bright eyes.

"Boss..."

Vivian couldn't bear to watch and hesitated as she looked at Charlotte.

"We don't offer credit at our clinic. If you don't have cash, you can use something of equivalent value as collateral," Charlotte said indifferently, pointing to the pendant around the woman's neck.

"If your money is not enough, you can use it as collateral. You have three days to come back with the money to redeem it. If you exceed the deadline, I will sell it to cover the medical expenses."

The woman hesitated for a moment, then reached for the jade pendant hanging from her neck.

With gratitude on her face, she handed it over to Charlotte and said, "Thank you."