"Billy, are you sure this is the clinic where you can cure your illness? Is there a great doctor inside?" Jenny asked, looking at Billy with a strange expression at the entrance of the Abyss Clinic.
"Abyss Clinic, yes, this is the place," Billy nodded, looking at her admiringly. "You know a lot about the Abyss."
"Are you sure the person who passed the ssage to you isn't a fraud?" Jenny frowned. It's not that she knows a lot about the Abyss, but this clinic belongs to Charlotte. She ca to the Abyss for the first ti to find him.
Charlotte used to be a pretty skilled doctor, at least a promising one.
But that was before he lost his source of magic power. Now he can't even use magic, how could he cure people?
Besides, he's a heartless man with major character flaws.
"It's not a fraud. The person who inford about this is in an even worse condition than I am. There's no benefit to tricking ," Billy shook his head.
"Let's go, let's get in line."
"Alright." Jenny didn't want to say anything negative to Billy. He has been suffering so much from this illness for the past two years, so having a glimr of hope is better than nothing.
And indeed, the business of Charlotte's clinic is quite good. Even before it officially opens, there are already two lines forming in front, each with about twenty to thirty people.
Half of them are here for treatnt, while the other half are here to buy potions.
"Why, do you know this doctor?" Billy looked sideways at Jenny and asked.
"If I tell you the na, Uncle, you might know him," Jenny shrugged.
"This clinic is owned by Charlotte."
"Charlotte Clayton?" Billy looked surprised.
"Yes, that's him," Jenny nodded.
"Isn't he the one who lost his source of magic power?"
"Shall we go sowhere else? I know another promising young doctor," Jenny cautiously suggested.
"You want to take to that kid from the Duru family?" Billy smiled. "Do you think he can cure an illness that even Hayward couldn't treat?"
Jenny blushed and said, "Well... he must be better than Charlotte, right? After all, Charlotte can't even use healing magic anymore."
But Billy shook his head and said, "Charlotte Clayton is a genius. His father, Nolan Clayton, was also called a genius. Even though he can't use healing magic, he can still open a clinic in the Abyss and have so many patients line up early in the morning. That's his ability."
"Young lady, Doctor Charlotte is a good doctor. Without him, where can poor people like us go for treatnt? Other clinics would charge you tens of thousands of copper coins for a minor injury, but at the Abyss Clinic, you can get your wounds treated for just three to five hundred copper coins, and even save your life for one or two thousand copper coins." An elderly man at the front of the line turned around and looked at Jenny. "Young people only care about fancy magic, but what we poor people care about is always the price and the final result."
Jenny didn't argue with the old man, but she wasn't fully convinced.
Billy, on the other hand, grabbed onto another point. "Sir, why do you seem so familiar with all this?"
"I had two arrows in my chest last ti, and they were removed just like that," the old man chuckled and lifted his shirt, revealing scars on his chest.
This ti, both Jenny and Billy fell silent.
"That's why I'm saying, Doctor Charlotte is a great doctor. Without him, I would have been done for. Two arrows, and he only charged 1200 copper coins," the old man said with emotion. "Any other clinic would demand 30,000 or 50,000 copper coins for this kind of treatnt."
"That fee is indeed very low," Billy nodded in agreent. In the past two years, he had visited countless clinics, whether in the Imperial City or the Elven Forest, and the starting fee was always 10,000 copper coins.
To be able to treat a patient for just three to five hundred copper coins like this clinic is unheard of.
The clinic opened, and the patients at the front started entering.
Jenny waited by Billy's side, gradually moving forward with the line.
The injuries of these patients were of varying severity, but the efficiency of treatnt was high. Each patient's treatnt ti was within ten minutes, and those with minor injuries would co out in three to five minutes.
Even the patient with two arrows stuck in his back, barely able to stand with the support of others, walked out on his own, jumping around as if he was perfectly fine, just ten minutes after entering.
"No magic, all technique. This Doctor Charlotte is quite impressive," Billy murmured.
"It's your turn now." The old man who ca out of the clinic ca over and told Billy.
Jenny pushed the door open and walked into the clinic with Billy.
"What are you here for?" Charlotte looked at Jenny as she walked in, furrowing his brows. She didn't seem like soone who needed dical treatnt.
"What, can't I co?" Jenny retorted.
"Well, not that you can't," Charlotte's gaze shifted to Billy, the tall and thin man with a sunken face and eyes. "Hello, Doctor Charlotte, I'm Billy. Jenny brought here to see you."
Billy smiled and introduced himself.
"This is my uncle," Jenny said seriously. "He heard that you can treat his illness here, so he specifically asked to bring him."
"Hello," Charlotte nodded, motioning for Billy to sit down.
Jenny's uncle, Hayward, is from the very wealthy Cromwell family and is the younger brother of President Hayward.
"What's the condition?" Charlotte looked at Billy and asked.
"I ca here after receiving a letter from Mona. It's the sa disease as Fat Tiger," Billy said.
"Diabetes?" Charlotte was sowhat surprised.
He didn't expect that Fat Tiger and the others would have a network of fellow patients, and after finding a treatnt thod, they would recomnd it to each other.
"It should be the disease you ntioned," Billy nodded.
"How long have you had these symptoms?" Charlotte asked.
"For two years. It started with just so thirst, but then I suddenly lost a lot of weight. Now, I rely on various herbal dicines to keep alive," Billy said calmly.
Charlotte saw fatigue and pain in his eyes and nodded, "I do have dicine here that can treat your disease."
"Really...?" Billy's eyes lit up suddenly and he stood up subconsciously.
"Really?!" Jenny also looked at him in surprise.
"Fat Tiger will write you a letter, and you will co here personally, which shows that you believe in it," Charlotte looked at him calmly. "But I need to let you know in advance that this dicine cannot cure your disease. It can only restore your normal bodily functions, and you need to use it daily. Once you stop using it, the symptoms will recur."
"I understand. As long as I can return to a normal state of life, I can accept anything else," Billy nodded.
These years, he has been protected like a delicate porcelain piece. Everyone is afraid of him getting hurt because even a small wound on his body may not heal.
He used to be the third-in-command of the Kalwa Chamber of Comrce, leading a rchant caravan and living a life that he didn't desire.
"Okay, now that you understand, I will go and prepare the dicine for you," Charlotte stood up and walked towards the alchemy room. Soon, he ca back with a makeshift syringe in his hand.
The dosage of the dicine is based on Fat Tiger as the standard, and Billy is about 0.2 tis the size of Fat Tiger, so the dosage is also 0.2 tis that of Fat Tiger.
"This dicine isn't taken orally?" Jenny asked.
"No, it's an injectable dicine," Charlotte nodded, gesturing for Billy to lift his shirt.
"Are you sure this will be okay?" Jenny asked with so mistrust. Charlotte's device with a large needle in his hand looks more like so kind of torture instrunt, which is chilling.
She was entrusted by her uncle and father today to bring her uncle for treatnt. If anything happens to her uncle, how can she explain it when she goes back?
"Do you want to do it?" Charlotte glanced at her.
"You... ..." Jenny took two steps back and closed her mouth.
"Thank you," Billy said calmly.
Charlotte controlled the strength and injected insulin into Billy's abdon.
This suggested syringe is indeed not very usable. He must go to the glass factory today to get custom-made syringes, and by the way, he also needs to find Gayle to customize a batch of finer needles.
Billy grunted, but before he could feel it, it was already over.
While Charlotte was putting things away, he said, "Alright, starting from tomorrow, you will co here at noon every day to inject insulin. It will cost you 1,000 copper coins each ti."
"Just like that? Just a little poke?" Jenny asked with a puzzled expression.
Billy was also a little dazed. He thought it had just begun.
"What's wrong? Not used to having no additional charges?" Charlotte smiled and asked.
"Are you sure that just injecting like this every day will prevent my uncle's illness from recurring?" Jenny stared at Charlotte. "You can't deceive him, you know what our family does."
Charlotte couldn't be bothered to argue with this young lady and looked at Billy, saying, "Apart from injecting the needle every day, try not to eat too much sugar and rice, and then live a normal life."
"Okay, thank you, doctor," Billy stood up, bowed to Charlotte, and then took out ten silver coins and handed them over.
"Let's go, Jenny, don't delay the doctor from seeing other patients," Billy called out to Jenny, who wanted to say sothing, and walked out of the clinic.
"Thank you," Jenny said to Charlotte as she left. She hurriedly caught up with Billy.
Charlotte smiled and put the money away, then began to receive the next patient.
Fat Tiger and Mona, through their network of fellow patients, have shown diabetic patients scattered around the world the path to salvation. The clinic may soon experience a small surge in demand for insulin. He must prepare a batch of insulin in advance to et the increasing needs of patients.
At the sa ti, he needs to quickly produce the first batch of devices so that patients can inject insulin at ho, which not only benefits the patients but also significantly reduces his workload.
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