Celia and her older brother Jonah were wilderness hunters and often took on rcenary tasks.
Early in the morning, as they had just entered the wilderness to hunt, they were ambushed by a rcenary squad.
In the wilderness, such things were not uncommon.
However, they usually happened on the return journey when hunters who had made a rich harvest beca targets, and there were even rcenary groups specifically hunting hunters.
Being new to the wilderness, Celia and Jonah were not good targets as they didn't carry valuable belongings or have abundant prey.
As a result, they were sowhat relaxed and less cautious. This led to Jonah being shot by multiple arrows while protecting Celia and falling into a trap set by the attackers, impaling his foot on sharpened wooden stakes.
Their target was Celia, a voluptuous and beautiful half-orc who could fetch a good price in the market.
Unfortunately, they underestimated Celia's strength.
Despite being only second-level, her leopard bloodline gave her combat power comparable to a third-level magical beast.
After killing the two attackers, Celia dragged Jonah and fought her way out of the encirclent, returning to the abyss.
They had just spent all their savings to upgrade their equipnt and couldn't afford the expensive dical fees of the large clinics that cost tens of thousands of copper coins.
But Jonah was covered in wounds, his condition deteriorating, and even with his robust physique and willpower, he couldn't bear the tornting pain and couldn't help but groan.
Celia rembered a small clinic on Baka Street that a rcenary acquaintance had praised a few days ago.
It was said that the doctor there didn't use magic but was skilled in using potions to treat injuries and could stitch wounds with needles and thread.
It didn't sound very reliable, but Celia had no other choice. She could only bring Jonah here.
The door was tightly closed, indicating that the clinic hadn't opened for business yet, but Jonah couldn't wait any longer.
Jonah was her only family in this world. Their mother passed away when Celia was young, and their father was unknown.
Jonah had protected her since she was a child, and today he had thrown himself in front of her without hesitation to block all the arrows.
"Doctor, please open the door..." Celia choked out, her eyes already red, tears streaming down her face.
"Celia, I'm fine..." Lying on the wooden board, Jonah struggled to force a faint smile, but his eyes couldn't hide his worry.
He was probably going to die, but how could Celia continue to live if he died? How many people would covet her beauty, yet she was not strong enough?
The intense pain and the weakness from excessive blood loss made Jonah unable to help but moan.
His eyelids felt like they were being pressed down by a mountain, and he could only struggle to keep his eyes open, not allowing himself to fall asleep.
"What a terrible injury! Did you get ambushed in the wilderness?"
"Looks like he won't survive; he's almost bled out."
"Such a pity for such a beautiful sister. Who will benefit from her?"
Gradually, patients started gathering at the door, with onlookers stopping to watch.
So lewd gazes even focused on Celia's athletic body, her beautiful muscular lines, which seed to contain explosive energy and were tempting enough.
Suddenly, the door of the clinic swung open.
Celia's hand, while pounding on the door, accidentally hit Charlotte's chest as he stood at the door.
Thud!
A solid slap that almost sent Charlotte flying.
"Cough, cough..."
Charlotte coughed twice before dispelling the discomfort in his chest. He couldn't help but take a few more glances at the girl in front of him.
What grudges did she have?
Why did she pound the door so hard, wasn't she afraid of breaking it?
With a closer look.
Oh.
This animal skin crop top is not bad, just a little lacking in fabric.
So evil!
Nice legs.
Long and straight, with muscle lines that appear full of strength, exuding a wildness akin to that of a cheetah.
Now, let's look at her face.
Her wheat-colored skin doesn't deduct any points; instead, it enhances the beauty of her well-defined facial features.
She casually ties up her brown curly hair with a sharpened wooden stick, giving her a wild look.
Then Charlotte's gaze is drawn to her animal ears, small and brown, with a touch of cuteness. She doesn't appear to be an orc; she is likely a human-beast hybrid.
The mix turned out well, perfectly inheriting the strengths of both sides.
Looking at the silver spear she holds in her hand, the spearhead still stained with fresh blood, the scent of blood wakes Charlotte up a bit.
She also has wounds, one on her abdon and another on her back, but they aren't deep, and the bleeding has been stopped with herbal treatnts.
However, tears glisten in the wild beauty's brown eyes, her eye sockets slightly red, her long lashes dampened by tears.
She still holds her hand up, seemingly startled by her action of slapping him, with a hint of panic in her eyes.
"I'm fine," Charlotte only glanced briefly before shifting his gaze to the severely injured patient lying on the wooden board.
Four arrows were firmly lodged in his body, deeply penetrating the flesh. The injuries on his feet were also quite severe, with blood soaking his shoes completely.
Fortunately, this girl had so common sense and didn't forcefully remove the arrows. Otherwise, due to excessive blood loss, he would probably have died by now.
"Doctor, please save my brother, you must save him," Celia couldn't care about anything else and quickly grabbed Charlotte's hand, pleading.
So, he's her brother.
But this girl's grip is too strong!
Charlotte calmly withdrew his hand, looking at the indented wrist where it seed like it had been squeezed by pliers, silently thinking that he couldn't provoke her.
He still preferred girls like Ruth who were soft and clingy.
This iron-blooded woman was not soone he could ta.
"Bring him in, his injuries need urgent treatnt," Charlotte said, gesturing to help Celia lift the injured patient, along with the wooden board, into the operating room.
"The injuries are quite serious!" Vivian couldn't help but exclaim as she looked at the patient being carried in.
"Prepare for surgery," Charlotte instructed her.
"He took the case! Dr. Charlotte is really brave."
"If it were another doctor who knew healing magic, they might be able to save him.
But him?
A non-magic charlatan, I bet he'll end up killing the patient." A bald orc jeered loudly.
"That's right, just removing the arrowhead would probably make the person scream in pain." Soone else chid in.
"I heard that this doctor has good skills and affordable prices. People ca here specifically for him. Is he unreliable?" An anxious patient waiting in line at the door asked.
Charlotte didn't have ti to pay attention to the idle chatter outside the door.
After placing the patient on the operating table, he imdiately used scissors to cut open his shoes and clothes, fully exposing the wounds.
During this process, he inevitably touched the wounds, causing Jonah to tightly grip the operating table's edge. His teeth gnashed together, and beads of sweat ford on his face, dripping down. Due to blood loss and pain, his complexion had turned deathly pale.
"Brother, hold on..." Celia cried as she rushed to the side of the operating table.
"Eileen takes her out and attends to her wounds," Charlotte calmly said.
Having this woman here would only hinder his speed in treating the patient.
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