Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

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."

Having a fierce wife was the epitome of humility.

Fat Tiger didn't want to come. Even the second elder of the Physicians Association was helpless against his condition. He just wanted to enjoy life at home and wait for death.

But he couldn't resist his wife's insistence on bringing him to this newly opened clinic. Rumor had it that this doctor was not even a mage and didn't know healing magic. Could he be more powerful than a level seven healing mage like Luxian?

Well, he didn't believe it.

But whether he believed it or not, he had to listen to his wife's words. So early in the morning, he was dragged out of the house by the ear and stood in line for almost an hour before finally entering.

Charlotte looked at Fat Tiger and asked, "Have you been eating a lot, drinking a lot, urinating a lot recently, and also experiencing weight loss?"

As Fat Tiger was about to take a big gulp from a bottle of sugar water he took out from his spatial ring, he suddenly froze and turned his head to look at Charlotte, widening his eyes in surprise.

"How did you know?!"

"He...he is like that!" Mona also had an expression of shock. After they entered, they hadn't said anything, so what did it have to do with Fat Tiger's legs?

"Now it can be confirmed that you have diabetes," Charlotte sighed.

A tiger with diabetes, what a world we live in.

"Diabetes?" Both Fat Tiger and Mona looked confused.

"What is that? Does it have anything to do with my legs?" Fat Tiger asked, puzzled. His attitude had become much more humble.

The few sentences Charlotte spoke had managed to startle him.

"Long-term consumption of high-calorie, high-protein food without regular exercise can lead to the improper metabolism of glycogen in the body, resulting in elevated blood sugar and ultimately developing into diabetes," Charlotte explained.

As he looked at the bag of candies and the sticky syrup in his hand, he continued, "As for why your legs have deteriorated, it's because you have consumed too much sugar, causing high blood sugar levels. This leads to vascular diseases in the lower limbs, such as peripheral artery disease, nerve damage resulting in abnormal sensations, and increased susceptibility to infections."

When Fat Tiger heard this, he was taken aback for a moment before murmuring, "I don't believe it. I've never heard that eating sugar can make your legs rotten. Shouldn't it affect the mouth first?"

"I believe it," Mona chimed in, giving him a pat on the back. With hopeful eyes, she looked at Charlotte and asked, "Doctor, can his condition still be treated?"

Charlotte was the first doctor who could say something specific about Fat Tiger's condition. Though the concepts he mentioned, like high protein, glycogen, blood sugar, and nerve damage, sounded unfamiliar and perplexing, it made him seem more professional.

Unlike other doctors who would simply recite treatment protocols and give a verdict after failed attempts, claiming Fat Tiger was beyond help and should prepare for the worst.

In her prime, Mona didn't want to become a widow so early. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, she wouldn't give up on Fat Tiger.

"Has the healing of your wounds been slowing down since you gained weight? Have you experienced small wounds that didn't heal for a long time, resulting in painful and festering sores?" Charlotte asked Fat Tiger, examining him closely.

Fat Tiger became uneasy this time because what Charlotte described matched his situation perfectly.

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.