Although Mona and Fat Tiger consider him a savior, Charlotte himself is quite clear.
He has a good understanding of diabetes, but in the current situation with Fat Tiger, insulin injections are the fastest way to lower blood sugar.
But where does insulin co from?
There is no insulin in this world at all, and Charlotte cannot produce insulin. This involves the field of biopharmaceuticals, which is beyond his scope as a veterinarian.
So he is not confident in curing Fat Tiger's illness. He can only determine that his symptoms are most likely caused by diabetes and focus on controlling his diet and incorporating a certain amount of exercise to reduce his weight.
The rest is up to his body.
After all, he is a level-five tiger tribe orc. Although he looks plump now, his physical fitness is not just for show.
"I don't have any miracle drugs in my hands, and I can't guarantee that your condition will be cured. But if you believe , follow my instructions for the next period, and your symptoms should improve." Charlotte looked at Fat Tiger and said.
"I trust you." Fat Tiger nodded. Although Charlotte didn't finish his sentence, it made him feel even more trustworthy.
"Of course, it also requires your cooperation." Charlotte turned to Mona.
Mona nodded quickly, "You just say it, and I will fully cooperate."
Seeing both of them expressing their intentions, Charlotte said, "First step, quit sugar."
"Quit sugar?" Fat Tiger instinctively covered his snack bag, "Doctor, do we have to be so strict from the beginning?"
"If you continue to consu large amounts of sugar every day, it won't just be your legs that will deteriorate, but also your eyes, arms, and even your whole body. It will rot." Charlotte calmly explained to him.
This statent made Fat Tiger feel frightened, and his grip on the snack bag loosened slightly.
"Give it to ." Mona reached out and snatched the snack bag from his hand.
After thinking for a mont, she also took his spatial ring and said to Charlotte, "Rest assured, with around, I guarantee that he won't be able to eat a single piece of candy from today onwards."
Fat Tiger felt a bit disappointed. He picked up the water bottle next to him, hoping to drink so sweet water to ease his anxiety.
"You think you can still drink sweet water?" Even without Charlotte's reminder, Mona flung the water bottle at him, nearly sending it flying.
"No... I can't." Fat Tiger held the water bottle innocently with both hands.
Charlotte continued, "The second step, control the diet. Besides reducing sugar intake, you also need to control protein intake, which ans eating less at and more vegetables."
"No at, only vegetables?" Fat Tiger's expression beca even more distressed, and he tried to protest, "Doctor, I'm a tiger. Although I'm a bit overweight, I don't look like a pig, right?"
Charlotte couldn't be bothered with his nonsense and turned directly to Mona.
"No problem, starting today, he will eat only vegetarian als. As long as he doesn't starve to death, it's fine." Mona nodded seriously.
"The third step is to increase his exercise. Since he has an injury on his foot, he can engage in exercises that don't require the use of his feet to reduce his weight." Charlotte continued.
"Alright, from now on, I will personally train him every day to improve his defense." Mona nodded.
Fat Tiger's face changed drastically, and he turned to Charlotte for help, "Doctor, I feel like there's nothing wrong with my legs. I can go out and move on my own, and hunting is no problem either. Please persuade my wife for . This one-on-one training is unbearable."
"Arrange the exercise yourselves."
Charlotte shrugged and calmly said, "Please do your best within your capacity."
"I understand." Mona nodded.
Fat Tiger slumped onto the chair, wearing a face of despair.
"As for these wounds..."
Charlotte had Fat Tiger lie down and examined the dozens of wounds on his leg, three of which were quite severe and appeared black and swollen.
But compared to Linda's wounds from a few days ago, these wounds were nothing.
Mona and Fat Tiger were not short of money. They had visited nurous clinics, but none were able to heal the injuries.
It wasn't because the treatnts were ineffective, but rather because his high blood glucose levels made it difficult for the wounds to heal, resulting in continuous aggravation.
Charlotte couldn't imagine how high his blood glucose levels must be considering his exaggerated sugar consumption.
If his blood glucose levels couldn't be lowered, the wounds wouldn't be able to heal, and the situation would only worsen.
"I will clean the most severe wounds to prevent further infection, but with your current physical condition, I cannot make the wounds heal."
Charlotte looked at Fat Tiger and said, "We can only wait for your blood glucose levels to decrease, relying on your recovery ability to repair the wounds. This can also serve as a reference for improving your recovery ability."
Fat Tiger sullenly said, "But my leg hurts so much. I can't sleep at night for over three months. I have to rely on sugar to numb myself."
After a brief thought, Charlotte said, "I can prescribe a month's worth of anesthesia for you. After taking it, you will lose consciousness and enter deep sleep."
Taking painkillers would be enough, but... he didn't have any painkillers.
To eliminate Fat Tiger's dependency on sugar, anesthesia was the best choice to quickly achieve painless sleep.
"There's sothing like that?" Fat Tiger's eyes instantly lit up.
"Go ahead, I'm going to operate." Charlotte took a bottle of anesthesia from the shelf and handed it to Fat Tiger.
"Will this small amount be effective?"
Fat Tiger held the bottle of anesthesia in his large hand, hesitated for a mont, then uncorked it, drank it down, patted his mouth, and muttered, "I don't feel anything."
As soon as he finished speaking, his head tilted and he began to snore.
"It takes effect so fast?!" Mona exclaid.
Ignoring her, Charlotte took out a sterilized scalpel and began cleaning Fat Tiger's wounds.
He only dealt with the three most severe wounds. The wounds couldn't heal, and cutting into them would only cause them to worsen.
After cleaning the heavily infected wounds and rinsing them with an antiseptic solution, Charlotte applied a hemostatic agent.
As Charlotte had anticipated, even with a moderately effective hemostatic agent, it didn't have much effect on healing the wounds. It could only temporarily halt the bleeding.
After treating the wounds, Charlotte washed his hands, went to the counter, and packed a large bag of dications, handing them to Mona.
"After you go back, strictly follow the three steps I ntioned earlier to lower his blood glucose and body weight. Here are twenty bottles of anesthesia and twenty dium-level first aid kits.
Drink one bottle of anesthesia before going to bed every night to quickly fall asleep and ensure rest. Use the antiseptic solution to clean the wounds daily to prevent them from becoming infected and then apply the hemostatic agent."
"Okay, I will strictly follow your instructions." Mona nodded, then asked, "By the way, how much is the dical fee?"
"Twenty-one bottles of anesthesia are 16,800 copper coins, twenty-one dium-level first aid kits are 8,400, surgical fees are 600, totaling 25,800 copper coins," Charlotte said.
"That's too cheap, unbelievable." Mona looked astonished as she looked at the bag of dications she was holding and then at Charlotte. "Doctor, are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"
In her experience of taking Fat Tiger to various clinics over the past two years, dical fees ranged from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands of copper coins, and they hadn't been able to heal Fat Tiger at all. But they always collected the money.
When she brought Fat Tiger to Elder Lu Xian of the dical Association before, just to get him to take a look, they had paid 500,000 copper coins in consultation fees. After Lu Xian used a healing technique that proved ineffective, he directly declared Fat Tiger as a hopeless case and then charged another 1 million copper coins.
Today, Charlotte had explained everything clearly and hadn't said a single word about it being incurable.
Now Fat Tiger was still soundly asleep on the stone bed, snoring loudly and muttering sothing. It had been a long ti since she had seen him sleep so peacefully.
Yet Charlotte only charged 25,000 copper coins, a price far below her psychological expectations.
"That's the correct amount, no mistake." Charlotte said calmly, "After twenty days if his wounds haven't healed, bring him back to let take another look."
"Okay." Mona nodded in agreent, taking three gold coins out of her spatial ring and handing them to Charlotte.
She said sincerely, "You don't need to give any change. Consider it as your diagnostic fee. You are the first doctor in these three years who told what illness Fat Tiger has, instead of telling that he is a forsaken god."
"Thank you." Charlotte looked at Mona, whose eyes were slightly red.
Even a mother tiger could have a tender heart, so he accepted the three gold coins without hesitation. He glanced at Fat Tiger, who was still sleeping, and asked, "Do you need to wake him up?"
"No, it's rare to see him sleeping so soundly."
Mona shook her head, retrieved the potions back into her spatial ring, and effortlessly lifted the 500-pound Fat Tiger like a princess. With a calm expression and light footsteps, she walked towards the door.
The patients in line at the door all turned their gazes and made their way, watching the formidable mother tiger leave.
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