Gazed, lost in thought.
Noticing Aileenās envious look, Baiyi looked slightly disdainful: "What are you staring at? Get started. Your inheritance isnāt hers, and you canāt sleep."
Aileen mumbled, "Fine, I wonāt sleep..."
She looked at the people fainted around her, a bit hesitant, but the next moment, a mechanical arm grabbed someoneās ankle and pulled them in front of her.
"This one has no issues with the heart, liver, or stomach, but the arm and eyeball have parasites. Just kill them. Pay more attention to muscle patterns. Your sword technique needs improvement."
Baiyiās voice was somewhat casual.
This immediately calmed Aileen, and she wiped the tears off her face, picked up the scalpel, and resolutely began the incision.
Blood began to spread, but this time, the sight of it didnāt make her feel uneasy.
Soft snores could be heard, a slight smile appeared on Baiyiās face, and his hands continued to mix potions.
"Um...boss...the recovery potion..." Aileenās voice came through, seemingly worried about interrupting Baiyi mixing potions.
Baiyi calmly said, "No, these people didnāt pay. Why would they get a recovery potion? You have plenty of money, and now you owe me over a billion gold coins."
Aileen was dumbfounded: "What? How did I..."
"Forget it, what about these people then?" Aileen was a bit conflicted: "If they stay like this, wonāt they die?"
Zing~
A needle appeared at Baiyiās wrist: "If thereās a wound, stitch it up. Use their clothes to wrap it."
"Uh...then..."
"Remember to disinfect, and drink this." Baiyi interrupted her, tossing a concocted potion to the bewildered elf.
"Uh, okay." Aileen was a bit puzzled.
Looking at the needle stuck in the patientās wound and the potion in her hand, she instinctively drank the potion and then looked at Baiyi with reluctance.
"I told you to read more, and you just want to sleep. Watch closely and learn seriously."
Baiyi looked at the confused elf, walked steadily forward, crouched down, casually tore off the patientās clothes in front of him, and a throb of Magic Power appeared in his hand, a very fine thread appeared and automatically threaded through the eye of the needle.
Baiyi glanced at Aileen, saying disdainfully, "Look, human organs are very fragile, and your energy is uncertain, so just donāt use energy. You can use Spiritual Power, right? I remember teaching you the Spiritual Cultivation Method."
"Uh...yes...yes," Aileen was a bit guilty, "but Iām not very good at it yet..."
Baiyi: ...
Thud!
"Ouch, that hurt!"
"Then practice more!"
Baiyi continued, "Use Spiritual Power to stabilize the blood, then donāt let your hands shake, just suture the wound. This disease is very simple, it doesnāt require the Extraordinary to solve."
Baiyiās hands, initially slow, gradually sped up, finally moving so fast they left afterimages.
In just two minutes, the patientās internal organs and skin were all stitched up, and even the very fine sutures had an inexplicable sense of beauty.
Aileenās eyes showed admiration, her pointed ears stood up.
But the next moment, she was incredulous: "Eh? Boss? What are you doing?"
Baiyi took some Copper Coins from the patient and threw them to Aileen: "What am I doing? Youāre not like those rigid Curse Doctors. You owe me over a billion gold coins, if you treat patients without charging, how will you repay me?"
Aileen: ....
"Is...is that how it is?"
"Of course, remember, no matter who you treat, you must charge. Why treat them for free?"
"But didnāt I bring the plague? How can I charge them?"
"Who said you brought it? Just because you donāt take on being a Curse Doctor, doesnāt mean others wonāt. They were always meant for the Curse Doctor, theyāll end up like this sooner or later. Since theyāre patients, you must charge them."
"Uh..."
"What are you hesitating for? Next one. The money you owe me, I wonāt let it continue to accrue interest, but the one billion nine hundred eighty million and eight thousand gold coins you must repay, Iāll just wipe out the eight thousand for you."
"Damn capitalist!"