Chapter 213: A Fierce Wife at Home

Chapter 213: A Fierce Wife at Home

Kasha was busiest when the doors first opened. After about an hour, customers coming to purchase potions would start trickling in.

"Okay." Kasha nodded.

"Doctor, please take a look at my husband. His leg is rotten, but he hasn't been injured. What's going on?"

As soon as Charlotte opened the door, a female tiger beastkin walked in, supporting a stout male tiger beastkin. Her voice was loud, making Charlotte's heart tremble.

This tigress was tall and had broad shoulders, particularly strong muscles, and she wore a patterned long skirt. Her face was square and dignified, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. The center of her forehead revealed a faint 'king' character, displaying dominance.

She had exaggerated gemstone earrings hanging from her ears, a thick gold chain around her neck, and all ten fingers were adorned with gemstone rings, exuding a luxurious aura. She looked like someone who didn't lack money.

And the tiger clan beastman being supported by her, was also tall but overly stout, weighing at least four hundred kilograms, wearing a loose yellow robe, but still unable to hide the almost drooping fat that nearly reached the ground.

The fat on his face piled up together, almost resembling a Shar-Pei dog. He had a pig-like appearance and attitude, except for the faded "" character on his forehead, making it hard to tell that he was a tiger clan beastman.

He entered the room unsteadily while supporting the tigress, with a small bag in his other hand. Glancing around, he sat down on a nearby stone bed, gasping heavily.

As he reached into the bag, he grabbed a handful of white candy and put it in his mouth, crunching loudly.

While chewing, he looked at Charlotte and said, "Boss, this is unfair. We've been waiting outside for so long..."

Eating candy as a snack, Charlotte understood that with his tigress nature, he would grow to be in such a way.

Looking at his legs again, the loose yellow robe was folded up, revealing what looked like small elephant legs, filled with numerous rotting wounds. His lower legs were a dark gray color as if poisoned.

"Diabetes?" Charlotte probably had an idea in his mind.

"How do I talk to the doctor?"

The tigress raised her hand and slapped him hard, leaving the tiger beastman confused for a moment. He shrank his neck and glanced at her, afraid to be angry or speak, weakly saying, "Doctor, I was just joking."

This time, even Charlotte couldn't figure it out.

"Doctor, my name is Mona, and this is my husband. You can call him Fat Tiger." The tigress grinned at Charlotte, revealing a mouthful of sharp and shiny teeth, without much affability.

"I heard that you are extremely skilled in medicine. No one has been able to cure his leg, not even the second elder of the Calva Physicians Association. If you can cure him, money is not a problem."

"Why introduce someone by their nickname..." Fat Tiger muttered quietly.

Mona looked at him with a sweep of her eyes.

Fat Tiger immediately changed his smile.

"Doctor, just call me Fat Tiger."

He used to be a fierce tiger in the wilderness, relying on his combat skills to hunt down bears. His strength was not a bluff.

Over the years, Mona had managed the mercenary group efficiently, leading to a more prosperous life. Fat Tiger no longer needed to venture into the wilderness, and with his lack of self-discipline and uncontrollable appetite, his weight began to balloon like an inflated balloon.

Initially, he didn't think much of it. After fighting and struggling all his life, he believed it was time to enjoy himself.

But starting two years ago, he noticed that his legs became less agile, and his ability to recover weakened significantly.

In the past, if he suffered a minor injury in the wilderness, it wouldn't matter. He would heal within two or three days.

Once, deep in the wilderness, a berserk monster smashed his chest, breaking more than ten ribs. As there was no healing mage in the team, he endured for ten days before returning to the abyss. By then, most of his injuries had already healed.

But this kind of tough guy, last year, accidentally kicked a stone with his toe, causing a small cut. It bled a little at the time, but it took a whole month to heal, and eventually, his big toe rotted away.

Since then, he had to rely on sedan chairs when going out, afraid of accidentally bumping into something and living like a waste.

This disease seemed incurable. He had seen many famous doctors and spent millions of copper coins, but nothing worked.

Out of courtesy and for the sake of money, some doctors would console his wife and tell her to prepare for his funeral.

But this doctor today seemed to have some knowledge.

Although they hadn't mentioned any symptoms, he accurately described their situation.

It truly startled him.

Mona, grabbing onto a lifeline, looked at Charlotte with hopeful eyes.

"Doctor, can you cure him? He's in his prime and shouldn't die so early."

With her large motherly hands, almost like tiger paws, Mona held onto Charlotte's hand with such force that it could crush his small hand.

Even though Charlotte was already an intermediate knight, he felt his insignificance in front of Mona.

This dominant tigress was at least Level 5 or above in terms of strength.

"Please... please don't break the doctor's hand," Fat Tiger reminded Mona. Seeing the painful expression on Charlotte's face, he quickly spoke up.

Upon hearing this, Mona quickly released her grip, looking apologetically at the red marks left on Charlotte's arm.

"I'm sorry, doctor. I got too excited."

"It's... it's alright," Charlotte replied, taking a half-step backward and rubbing his sore hand.

He now understood why Fat Tiger was so submissive. If someone had a tigress like her at home, they would all have to be obedient.