Chapter 139：We Are Running A Medical Clinic, Not A Charity Hall

Chapter 139:We Are Running A Medical Clinic, Not A Charity Hall

Charlotte gestured for Vivian to take the pendant.

[Rough jade pendant, low quality, value: 200 copper coins.]

He had already made a note about it in his mind.

What could they do? Take away the remaining 300 copper coins from them.

With the help of the Fox Guard, the injured man was carried out, and the next patient was brought in.

This patient's condition was slightly better, with no excessively gruesome wounds.

However, there was an iron rod piercing straight through his back to his chest, which looked quite shocking.

Fortunately, the patient was an orc with tough skin and a sturdy physique.

"It hurts... It hurts!"

Boris, the orc, sat down on the operating table with support, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

"What happened?"

Charlotte asked in surprise as she cut open his clothes with scissors, revealing the pierced iron rod.

"A head monster rammed into the window, causing the reinforced iron bar to fly, and then..."

Boris was at a loss, his face full of sincerity as he pleaded, "Please save me. I'm still young, I haven't experienced love, and I haven't even held the hand of a female orc."

Charlotte exposed the wounds in the front and back by cutting his clothes, but there wasn't excessive bleeding, possibly because his muscles were taut and no vital organs seemed to have been affected, judging from the orc's reaction.

However, the iron rod that went through him from front to back looked quite horrifying, so he was sent to the front by Vivian.

"I'm going to remove this iron rod now," Charlotte said, grabbing the solid iron rod that was as thick as an adult's arm.

"You're going to pull it out directly?!" Boris exclaimed, shaking his head hastily.

"No, please! I can't stand too much pain. If you pull it out directly, it might take my life."

"Do you have the medical fee with you?" Charlotte asked Boris.

"3000 copper coins, is that enough?" Boris weakly asked.

He knew how expensive medical fees could be, and he had also heard that this clinic's fees were relatively cheap. He couldn't remove the iron rod on his own, which was why he had come here.

Only after arriving did he realize that this small clinic had upgraded to a medical facility, and it even had an extraordinary namethe Abyss Clinic.

The names of the other three major family clinics were not as imposing.

Charlotte picked up a suture needle and began the final stitching work.

It must be said that Vivian was quite a good assistant.

Most doctors wouldn't dare to forcefully remove the iron rod as he did. Just confirming whether the organs were damaged, whether removing them would cause secondary injury, and how to handle the contamination from the iron rod were all challenging tasks.

A surgery like this would probably take several hours.

But with a mid-level Healing Magic mage as backup, he only needed to devise the most direct and time-saving plan and then execute it directly.

Three minutes later, the wounds were sutured front and back.

Charlotte washed his hands and flicked some cold water on Boris' face.

Boris' eyelids twitched and then opened.

His hazy eyes stared at the ceiling for a moment. Suddenly, Boris snapped back to reality, making a strenuous effort to look at his chest.

The iron rod that had pierced through was now gone, leaving only a neatly stitched wound. He hadn't fully regained his physical sensation, so he couldn't feel any pain.

"The operation was successful. You can leave now," Charlotte helped him up from the operating table.

"What day is it...?"

Boris reached back to touch his own back and found no cavity. It had also been stitched up.

"It's been about ten minutes since you passed out," Charlotte pointed to a tray nearby.

Following his finger, Boris saw the blood-stained iron rod on the tray.

A slightly terrified expression appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Doctor. Thank you for saving my life," Boris clasped his chest and bowed to Charlotte and Vivian, his eyes filled with gratitude and relief from escaping a disaster.

Charlotte's eyes carried a hint of amusement, but his expression remained calm as he said, "800 copper coins for the sedative, 2 bottles of cleansing potion, and 2 bottles of hemostatic potion, totaling 400 copper coins. 800 copper coins for the iron rod operation, totaling 2000 copper coins."

"Only 2000 copper coins?!"

Boris immediately reached into his pocket, took out a money pouch, counted 20 silver coins, and presented them to Vivian with both hands. He said, "Your fees are reasonable. If it were any other clinic, it would have cost at least 10,000 copper coins."

"In that case, why don't you pay an additional 8,000?" Charlotte laughed.

"No, brother, I was just joking," Boris quickly put away the money pouch, then said seriously, "You saved my life, and I'll remember this favor.

If you need any information, you can find me at the 6th store on the 8th lane of Amman Street. My name is Boris, an information dealer.

Maybe I can provide some help for you."