Run A Medical Clinic In The Abyssal World - Chapter 265：What it takes to become a true necromancer? (1)

A girl emits the aura of necromancy, there is no doubt about it.

No matter how innocent she appears or how unreasonably she became a necromancer, it doesn’t conceal her danger.

Vivian and Kasha looked nervously and curiously at the girl.

It was their first time seeing a necromancer, and this girl in a cloak with animal ears seemed different from the terrifying necromancers they had imagined.

She looked rather timid and fragile, the kind that would cry for a long time if punched.

The girl untied her cloak, revealing her prominently swollen belly, her eyes slightly red, and she spoke softly, “I was raped by a necromancer and became pregnant with his child. I was cursed by him, which is why I look like this now. But I have never harmed anyone. The child is about to be born. Please help me.”

Her small stature made her protruding belly particularly striking.

Her words silenced the clinic.

A fourteen- or fifteen-year-old girl, impregnated by a necromancer through rape, cursed and turned into a necromancer herself.

Looking at her pitiful appearance, one couldn’t help but feel pity.

“How pitiful, she looks even younger than me, how could this happen…” Vivian whispered, pity filling her eyes.

Kasha also looked at the girl with sympathy.

Compared to her own experience of spending a year in the sewers, it didn’t seem as miserable, at least no one was constantly trying to kill her.

Charlotte frowned, the girl’s words to some extent explained why she carried the aura of a necromancer, which could be related to the curse and the child in her womb.

But if that were the case, shouldn’t her family have sent her for purification and treatment immediately instead of allowing her belly to grow continuously?

“The Abyss has four clinics, and for giving birth, shouldn’t you find a midwife? Why did you come to me?” Charlotte asked as she looked at her.

“I heard that you can perform surgeries. I hope you can help me have the child removed. I’m afraid midwives will be harmed, and other clinics definitely won’t accommodate me.”

The girl’s face grew paler, sweat dripped from her forehead, her legs trembled, and she grabbed the doorframe to barely stand, pleading, “Please, help me. As long as you help me remove the child, I will leave immediately and will not harm any of you.”

Her visible pain and her determination to stand despite it touched Charlotte.

The girl suddenly fell backward.

Almost instinctively, Charlotte took a step forward and wrapped her arms around her waist, holding her tightly.

She had already fallen into unconsciousness, her body trembling slightly, cold to the touch, bearing such a large belly, her weight probably not even seventy pounds, thin as a twig.

“Boss, please save her, she looks so pitiful,” Vivian finally dared to approach, looking at the girl in Charlotte’s arms, pleading.

“Yes, she’s also a victim.” Kasha chimed in.

Charlotte looked at the girl in her arms, blood dripping from her lower body, a sign that labor was imminent.

He had never delivered a human, but he had delivered many kittens and foals.

Leaving her outside at this time in such cold weather would result in her waking up as a lifeless body tomorrow.

“Let’s go inside first.”

Charlotte carried her and quickly walked towards the operating room. The mother-to-be had already lost consciousness, her breath growing weaker.

Emergency surgery was necessary at this time.

Vivian closed the door, cleaned her clothes and hands with cleansing spells, and followed them into the operating room.

Charlotte laid the girl on the surgery table, with Vivian’s help, they removed her cloak, lifted her dress, and exposed her swollen belly.

“What a tragedy…” Looking at the girl’s petite figure bearing such a big belly, Charlotte couldn’t help but sigh.

That necromancer deserved to die!

“Boss, what should we do now?” Vivian looked at Charlotte, feeling a bit nervous.

This was the first time she was faced with delivering a baby, and the clinic had never before received a pregnant woman in need of delivery.

But she had heard of many cases where mothers died due to difficult childbirth, including her sister-in-law who died from complications with the baby.

Giving birth was never an easy task for women.

Doctors usually didn’t intervene in the process, according to the textbooks, the successful birth of a life was a choice of the gods, and doctors attempting to interfere would be seen as disrespectful to the gods.

The girl was already unconscious, so waking her up for a natural birth was not feasible.

“We need to perform a cesarean section to remove the child,” Charlotte said, switching on the overhead light to illuminate the girl’s belly, and then proceeded to clean his hands and scalpel.

Vivian exclaimed in shock, “Opening her abdomen! Removing the child? Are you sure this won’t cause the mother’s death?”

This method of treatment was unheard of to her.

Cutting open a pregnant woman’s abdomen to retrieve the child sounded horrifying, something only a terrifying necromancer would do.

Charlotte remained calm and said, “It’s just a C-section. Don’t make such a fuss. Pay attention and learn, so that you can handle such cases in the future and spare them unnecessary trouble due to my gender.”