Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Chapter 97: Assistant Doctor Training Program

Chapter 97: Assistant Doctor Training Program

Nightmare Street.

In a luxurious villa, Carol gathered with several subordinates inside a meeting hall.

"Lord Carol, that guy has taken refuge in the Harriman Manor. He has Fox Guards guarding him closely whenever he goes in and out, and we haven't found a suitable opportunity to strike." An orc lowered his head and cautiously reported to Carol.

"Useless! Such a small human, and we haven't managed to kill him after all these days." Carol's anger could not be contained as he slammed his hand, breaking the armrest of his chair.

The trembling orc delivering the report shrank in fear, and no one else in the meeting hall dared to speak.

"Lord, since that woman Diana doesn't know her place, why don't we take the chance to eliminate her as well?" A ferocious look appeared on the face of an orc.

Slap!

A resounding slap echoed through the room.

"Do you have any idea who Diana is? If you touch her, won't the Harriman family come after us with everything they've got?" Carol glared at the orc he had just slapped, his voice filled with frustration.

The orc covered his face and dared not say a word, appearing deeply aggrieved.

Carol felt annoyed. Diana's involvement had made the situation more complicated.

The Harriman family would eventually be dealt with, but the timing wasn't right yet. Originally, he had allied with Capas, helping him capture and kill people to expand the distribution of dark medicine in the Lance Empire, while also borrowing a group of people from him to eliminate the Harrimans and the Durus.

But now that he no longer needed him to capture people and had yet to kill Charlotte, he couldn't explain Capas until he returned to the imperial capital.

"Since we can't openly confront the Harriman family, why don't we use someone else's blade?" a rat-like orc stepped forward.

"Use someone else's blade?" Carol frowned.

The rat-like orc continued, "I heard that Charlotte saved a dancer named Ruth on Amon Street a few days ago. Ruth was diagnosed as abandoned by the gods by physicians from four medical clinics, but Charlotte managed to revive her."

"Doesn't that indicate his exceptional medical skills?" Carol said.

"Not necessarily. Charlotte was originally a genius magician who graduated from the Calva Medical Academy. He was expelled from Calva because he performed surgery on a patient without authorization, violating the regulations of the Physicians Association."

The rat-like orc's eyes gleamed mischievously.

"Think about it, while other physicians declared patients as abandoned by the gods, he was able to save them. Do you think he might be a devil's disciple who made a deal with the devil? If the Physicians Association found out about this, wouldn't they arrest him and hang him on the gallows?"

Carol's eyes lit up, and he slapped the rat-like orc's shoulder with force, praising him, "When it comes to scheming, it's you."

The other orcs echoed and praised him one after another.

The rat-like orc's shoulder sank as if a few bones had been broken.

Suppressing the urge to vomit blood, he continued, "One case is not enough. We need to have the doctors from our Jardson Medical Clinic send him a few more patients who have been declared abandoned by the gods.

If he fails to cure them, we'll blame him for killing them. If he succeeds, we'll still blame him for being a devil's disciple, claiming that only those who believe in the devil can be cured."

"Very good, very good. Go and arrange this matter immediately."

...

Charlotte woke up early, grabbed his medical kit, and went out.

Vivian was already waiting outside, holding a food box filled with pastries and sweets. Her mouth was stuffed full, and Anna was perched on her shoulder, squinting her eyes as if she hadn't fully woken up.

"Boss, have you had breakfast?" Vivian swallowed what was in her mouth.

"Not yet. I'll help you share some." Charlotte didn't hesitate as he took a piece of cream cake from her food box and began eating.

Vivian stared longingly at the cake in Charlotte's hand, her mouth twitched, and she muttered softly, "I was going to say... that if you hadn't eaten, I would have gone to get you one."

"You have quite a lot here. Can't one person finish all of it?" Charlotte smiled.

"This is breakfast plus lunch. It's not meant to be finished in one meal," Vivian emphasized.

"Great, I can manage. Save the one with meat for me as lunch," Charlotte quickly claimed.

"No, that one looks delicious, and I specifically saved it for myself. Here, take this sandwich instead," Vivian firmly refused.

"The carriage is ready. Doctor, you can depart now," Buddy walked over from outside and informed them.

"Okay, let's go." Charlotte nodded.

The carriage stopped in front of the makeshift clinic, where five or six patients had already formed a queue.

"Why are they here so early?" Charlotte got off the carriage with his medical kit and looked surprised at the patients waiting in line.

"Doctor Charlotte, you haven't opened the clinic for the past two days. If you didn't open it today, I really wouldn't be able to hold on," said the orc at the front of the line, pale and weak.

Charlotte looked at him and noticed obvious beast scratches on his hands, legs, and shoulders. The wounds had started to pus, and what had initially seemed not too severe had almost cost him his life.

The other patients who had arrived early had similar conditions. They had been injured a few days ago but hadn't received proper treatment, causing their conditions to worsen.

Without money to afford the medical fees of a large clinic, they could only wait eagerly for him to open the doors. This was the tragedy caused by the severe lack of medical resources and inequality.

"Get in line and come in one by one. I'll start the consultations now." Charlotte opened the door with a heavy heart and led the first patient inside.

The layout of the makeshift clinic was simple.

Charlotte placed his medical kit aside and asked the orc to sit by a stone bed. He disinfected his own hands first and then started treating the festering wounds.

Dealing with most external injuries was quite simple. It only required attention to instrument and hand disinfection, along with the use of cleaning and hemostatic agents.

Even for some wounds that required sutures, as long as one mastered the suturing technique, it could be quickly done.

"Eileen, starting today, you'll be responsible for treating patients with minor external injuries," Charlotte turned his head and said to Vivian, who was standing beside him helping with the bottles of medicine.

Charlotte already had a plan in his mind to train an assistant doctor.

"Me... Me?" Vivian was taken aback, and a slightly nervous expression appeared on her face.

"Yes, I know you learn things quickly, and simple wound cleaning and dressing pose no problem for you." Charlotte nodded.

Seeing the bloody wounds on the orc's body, along with the disgusting pus, it would be a lie to say that she wasn't nervous.

Her lifelong dream had been to become a healing physician, using healing magic. That had been the education she had received since childhood.

However, after coming to Charlotte's clinic, she witnessed a completely different way of saving lives.

Using medicine in conjunction with surgery, the entire process had no involvement of magic, yet it successfully treated patients.

Even difficult and incurable diseases that magic was powerless against could be treated through surgery.

This greatly challenged her worldview and even made her question her faith in the God of Life.

"Okay." Vivian nodded in agreement. Since she couldn't use magic for now, she would try a different way of treating and saving people.