Chapter 193: A Three-Year Promise

Chapter 193: A Three-Year Promise

"Don't cry, tears are pollutants, otherwise leave the operating room," said Charlotte coldly as he started treating the wounds.

Leo, upon hearing this, held back his tears that were on the verge of falling.

However, his trembling hands revealed his excitement and emotions.

Linda had too many infected wounds, and the area was too large.

To be safe, Charlotte had Leo continuously perform healing techniques to clean and heal the wounds, preventing infection and excessive bleeding.

Compared to Vivian, Leo's skills were already close to that of an advanced magician.

Therefore, the effect of his healing techniques was better, and he had better stamina, enough to support him until the end of the surgery.

Lying on the operating table was Linda, and Leo worked diligently without any slacking.

The three of them cooperated efficiently, and in just two hours, they cleaned and healed all the infected wounds in front of them, including Linda's face and tail.

After the cleaning and treatment, Linda's face, which had initially looked terrifying, returned to its gentle appearance.

Although not stunning, it was pleasant to look at.

After the new flesh on the wounds grew and fused with the surrounding skin in a few days, she would become a gentle and lovely next-door sister.

Leo looked at Linda, restraining his tears from bursting out multiple times.

The joy in his eyes and brows couldn't be concealed.

He still remembered the afternoon three years ago when he was wandering outside the city of Calva, feeling restless. He encountered Linda, who had been washed ashore by the sea.

She looked just like this back then, lying quietly on the shore, but with a single glance, she captivated him.

Leo carried her back home and took care of her attentively. He watched her cry heartbreakingly because she couldn't return to the sea, and he watched her suffer from the corrosion of the seawater and the pain of gradually being unable to breathe on land...

He knew that he had irreversibly fallen in love with her, so he searched for ways to save her like a madman.

As a result, his grandfather took away his medical license, and he was expelled from the clinic where he worked.

But he didn't care, as long as Linda could survive, he believed that everything would be worth it.

He still remembered the night when they successfully developed a potion that improved her breathing.

They both cried their hearts out in the small wooden house.

He thought that their lives would improve, but the worsening infected wounds gradually transformed Linda from a cheerful person into a silent and peculiar one. She locked herself in the attic and shut herself off completely.

In the past year, he had only caught glimpses of her one or two times.

But today, he finally saw the dawn of the end of these days!

If it weren't for the fear instilled by Charlotte earlier, he would probably not be able to stop himself from bursting into tears right now.

After casting the healing spell numerous times in succession, he looked weak.

"Drink this bottle to replenish your strength," Charlotte took a bottle of potion from the cabinet and handed it to Leo.

Leo took the potion and curiously asked, "Did you make all these potions yourself?"

"Yes, but they are all low-level potions," Charlotte nodded slightly.

"That's still impressive. The hemostatic and cleansing potions have a good effect, which is why they are highly regarded by so many patients," Leo said admiringly.

He spoke from the bottom of his heart, as he had witnessed the effects of these two potions firsthand.

They were no different from the hemostatic potions sold by Calva for 500 copper coins.

Calva Medical School did not teach potion making, nor did it offer a pharmacology course.

As a semi-professional who had been trying to make potions for the past three years, he knew the effort required to master the art of potion-making.

Charlotte knew how to make five or six types of potions!

Moreover, Abyss Clinic's potion sales were extremely high, which meant that he needed to make many potions every day, even if his success rate reached a staggering 50%.

The amount of time spent on potion-making each day was astonishing.

But a 50% success rate was not easy to achieve.

In the past three years, he had visited the potion shops hidden in the alleys of Calva and paid money to several masters with considerable skills.

Even masters who had been making the same potion for decades faced failures.

Slight deviations in the ratio and temperature could ruin a batch of potions.

Leo had been studying for three years and was only at a beginner's level.

So the price of potions was never cheap.

High failure rates among potion makers would significantly increase the cost of potions.

Even some novice potion makers would end up making potions at a loss.

And yet, Charlotte sold hemostatic potions for 100 copper coins, which was incredibly low.

Leo uncorked the bottle in his hand.

The translucent potion had a faint floral scent. He raised his head and took a few sips.

The cool potion flowed down his throat, turning into a warm current that spread through his body, relieving the intense feeling of weakness and revitalizing his spirit.

"What kind of potion is this?" Leo asked curiously.

"It's a stamina potion, as the name suggests, a potion that can quickly restore some stamina," Charlotte handed him a soft bread roll and started eating one himself.

Soon, the door to the operating room slowly opened, and Linda, wearing a sky-blue dress, walked out.