Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World

Charlotte was under immense pressure from the fierce tigress Mona and the group of mercenaries.

With a powerful aura, there was no doubt about the truthfulness of her words.

Charlotte was a little panicked, but not excessively so.

Although this is the Abyss, Bacca Street is ultimately Diana's territory.

Even though Mona, the tigress, was fierce, she was still under the three major families in the Abyss. If there was a commotion here, the Fox Guard would naturally take notice.

However, Fat Tiger's condition suddenly worsened and he fell into a coma, which was unexpected for Charlotte.

Charlotte crouched down in front of Fat Tiger. His skin was dry and lacked elasticity, his eyeballs and cheeks were sunken, his eye pressure was low, his mouth was open with a dry and red tongue, and there was a smell similar to rotten apples.

Fat Tiger was suffering from diabetic ketoacidosis and was in a state of dehydration.

"Carry him inside."

With the cause of the illness identified, Charlotte didn't delay any longer and got up to walk toward the clinic.

"Elder sister." The two orc men responsible for carrying the stretcher looked at Mona.

Mona glanced at Charlotte's back, then looked at the unconscious Fat Tiger. She gritted her teeth and nodded, "Carry him inside."

What else could be done?

Could they just watch Fat Tiger die here?

The other clinics had refused to take in Fat Tiger because they had already determined him as a hopeless case, and death was something they could foresee.

At least Charlotte still seemed to be trying to save him.

Although she had lost confidence in him, who else could she trust now?

"Boss, what's going on with him?" Vivian asked in a low voice, looking at Fat Tiger being carried in and the group of people outside who were watching them closely.

"Diabetic ketoacidosis." Charlotte took a large jar of warm water and added some salt to make a diluted saline solution, which she handed to Vivian.

"Feed this to him. If he has difficulty swallowing, guide the water directly into his throat."

"Okay." Vivian nodded and walked to Fat Tiger's side with the large jar. She looked at his emaciated but still fat body and had to seek help from the two burly men beside her to assist in propping him up before starting to feed him water.

As Charlotte had expected, Fat Tiger had difficulty swallowing after losing consciousness, so she had to feed him water while secretly using magic to guide the water into his stomach.

Meanwhile, Charlotte returned to the alchemy room.

Fat Tiger's condition was severe and required immediate blood sugar reduction, otherwise, he might not wake up.

Insulin was the only option at the moment.

Charlotte looked at the five small cups containing white powder in front of her and felt a bit troubled. He had only dealt with insulin injections before and it was his first time encountering powdered insulin.

"System, can you turn on the identification service for me?" Charlotte tried to communicate with the system.

"Identification service can be activated as needed for a one-time fee of 1,000 copper coins!" the system's voice rang out.

Charlotte: "??"

Isn't this just robbing money?

After hesitating for three seconds, Charlotte gritted his teeth and chose to activate the identification service.

In line with the principle of one identification, lifetime benefit.

[Insulin, biological potency met the standard.]

As 1000 copper coins were deducted, a conspicuous label appeared on the second cup in Charlotte's line of sight.

Charlotte picked up the cup and inside was white powder.

Even though it had been taken out separately, he still couldn't distinguish it from other white powders with his naked eye.

What pleased him was that it was truly feasible to separate the ice pancreas slurry using water manipulation by a water mage, thereby obtaining highly pure insulin.

And with the biological potency meeting the standards, it meant that the extracted insulin was effective and not damaged during the extraction process.

Advanced chemical workers are hard to find, but recruiting a low-level water mage should be easy enough. Not every water mage could become a doctor, only a few who could perform healing magic would be carefully selected and trained.

If he intended to mass-produce insulin, recruiting a junior water mage would be sufficient, and the salary should not be too high.

Simplified processes would save a lot of material costs and the labor costs of extra steps.

He poured a small amount of powder into a crystal bottle and sealed it. Just because he couldn't distinguish between various white powders, it didn't mean that Vivian couldn't distinguish either.

Charlotte then weighed the remaining insulin and prepared it for an injection.

Insulin, fundamentally speaking, was still a protein that would be rendered ineffective if taken orally and digested by gastrointestinal enzymes, so it had to be prepared as an injection for subcutaneous injection.

The insulin produced from one liter of ice pancreas slurry was limited and barely enough for Fat Tiger. If he didn't wake up after the injection, he would have to continue producing more insulin.

With a weight of over a thousand pounds, it was not something Charlotte, who had only given insulin injections to cats and dogs, could handle. He could only fumble his way through.

The syringe was also a problem. He had to modify the transfusion tube previously used to give patients blood and use it temporarily.

If he wanted to popularize insulin, he would have to come up with a matching syringe so that it could be promoted effectively.

Just as Charlotte finished modifying the syringe, Vivian hurriedly rushed into the alchemy room.

"Boss, the patient drank the water but still didn't wake up."

"Nonsense, it's just saline solution, not some miracle medicine. It would be strange if he woke up." Charlotte rolled his eyes and carried the syringe filled with insulin solution as he walked out.

"Don't tell me you're planning to test the medicine directly on him?" Vivian asked in a low voice.

Vivian had assisted Charlotte in purifying the insulin earlier. Could those white powders cure people?

This was something extracted from crushed cow pancreas, could it be used to treat diseases?

Even she found it unreliable.

Outside, the commotion had attracted the attention of the neighbors.

Nora, who was working as a temporary employee at the bakery next door, looked worriedly at the clinic and asked softly, "Mrs. Bella, what's going on?"

"It looks like the doctor is in trouble, with so many big men, how can his small body handle it?" Mrs. Bella said with concern.

"It's the Tiger Head Gang's men, one of the top mercenary groups in the Abyss. If they're involved, the doctor is in big trouble." The bookstore owner also arrived at the bakery and had a worried expression on his face.

"Doctor and Miss Diana get along well, don't they? Should I help call someone?" Mrs. Bella's fat son poked his head out and suggested.

"Then why don't you go quickly? The doctor is a good person." Mrs. Bella poked her fat son with her cane and urged him.

"Alright, alright, I'm going now." The fat son took off his flour-covered apron and ran towards the distant bank.

Miss Diana is not someone he will see, but finding the Fox Guards should be the right move.

Inside the clinic, Charlotte didn't even look at the two orcs, and calmly said to Mona, "Whether you want to use this medicine or not, it's your decision. If you want to take him to another clinic for treatment, I won't stop you, if other doctors are willing to treat."

Mona looked at Charlotte, this young human, with a mentality that didn't match his age and strength.

If it were an ordinary physician, they would have been scared to death by her previous threats and the intimidation of these two subordinates, but he seemed unaffected, calm in his demeanor, and his voice was steady, without a trace of panic.

And... she faintly felt that there was a hint of confidence in his expression.