Chapter 233: Was it you who saved me? (2)

Chapter 233: Was it you who saved me? (2)

Charlotte's words had just fallen when his hand moved swiftly, removing the severely suppurated appendix and placing it on the tray.

"Cut it off?!"

Adolf and Jacques looked at the appendix in the tray with shocked expressions.

They couldn't have imagined that Charlotte would cut off this segment of the appendix so decisively and skillfully.

Shouldn't we be trying to administer medicine and restore this appendix? Isn't that the right approach?

If cutting open Louise's Abmen was meant to find the source of the illness, they could still understand it.

But now, directly removing a portion of Louise's intestine is beyond their understanding.

This is the patient's body!

How can they just casually remove a part like this?

For the patient, this should be a great disrespect.

Hemostasis, ligature, cleansing, suturing.

Charlotte's movements were smooth and agile.

Before they could recover from the shock of the severed appendix, he had already started closing up.

...

Outside the operating room, Betty stood at the door, looking nervous.

If it weren't for Adolf being inside the operating room, she would surely go in and keep an eye on things. She wouldn't trust the young doctor with the Saint.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

But now, she could only put all her hope in him.

Perhaps he does have a special way to save the Saint who is on the brink of death.

Vivian and Kasha had already woken up and sat behind the counter, looking curious at Betty.

They didn't know what had happened. It seemed that the boss was performing surgery on a patient of high status, so there was a beautiful and powerful elf sister guarding the door, not allowing them to approach.

So all they could do was wait, not knowing when the boss would finish the surgery.

Meanwhile, outside the medical clinic, Lucian, disguised and dressed up, was observing the direction of the clinic from afar.

"Heh, Adolf, you old fool. You have lost your mind, bringing the Saint here to Charlotte. I'll be guarding here today. If the Saint dies here, not only will the old man be ruined, but that boy Charlotte will also suffer." Lucian thought to himself, his smile already starting to fade.

The position of the Grand Elder of the Physicians Association had been tempting him for many years. But Adolf, that old fool, seemed to be aging but still living well, year after year. Who knows who will outlast whom?

All within a minute.

Louise's smooth Abdomen had once again returned to perfection, without any trace of the surgery.

If it weren't for her torn dress, Charlotte almost felt like he hadn't done anything before.

He picked up a suture needle and skillfully reassembled Louise's torn dress.

After all, she was the saint of the Elven race and needed to maintain a respectable appearance when going out.

In a way, his suturing skills were probably better than most seamstresses.

Adolf looked at Charlotte with admiration in his eyes.

This young man was somewhat proud. He could have skipped the sewing process and directly used healing magic to help with the recovery. But he didn't do that, instead showing him how to use physical methods to suture and stop bleeding.

With the aid of potions, he concluded that even without healing magic to treat the wound, Louise could still survive, albeit requiring some time.

Charlotte gave Adolf and Jacques a lesson on his "surgery," which had been demonized.

His different methods of treatment, completely separate from magic, still achieved the goal of healing and saving lives. In certain conditions that magic couldn't reach, he provided even better solutions.

Today, their worldview has undergone a substantial shock, even a subversion.

At least, the idea of removing a certain part of a patient's body to treat a condition had never appeared in their treatment plans before today.

The effects of the anesthesia had worn off, and Louise, lying on the operating table, fluttered her long eyelashes before slowly opening her eyes.

It was a small room with a uniquely styled lamp hanging above.

Louise stared at the lamp for a while, gradually regaining her consciousness. She suddenly realized that the pain in her Abdomen was gone, the torment she had suffered for days had completely disappeared, as if it had never happened.

Before joy could rise from the depths of her heart, sadness enveloped her. She should have died. Her soul had left her body, which was why she no longer felt the pain.

Her slightly reddened eyes didn't shed any tears. She turned her head to the side and saw Adolf and Jacques standing by the bed, as well as a handsome man wearing a white robe.

Wait!

Lord Adolf!

Before she lost consciousness, Lord Adolf said he would take her to see a young doctor named Charlotte, a name she had heard once from her master.

So, this handsome man was Charlotte?

And she didn't die!

Louise instinctively sat up, looked down at her Abmen in disbelief, poked it with her tender, pale fingers, confirmed that it didn't hurt at all, and looked up at Charlotte.

"Is it you who saved me?"