Chapter 249

---- Chapter 249 To her surprise, Orin didn't have anyone give Giselle an injection . Instead , he told her, "Stay here and learn for two days. You'll be taking over his position after that." He was basically telling her to shadow the guy who knew a bit about medicine, pick up the basics, and eventually be the one patching the girls up and injecting that drug into their systems. "That won't be necessary," Giselle responded. "I'ma doctor. I already know how to do all that." Orin cast her a doubtful look.

"Really?" "Yeah." Just then, a wounded woman was carried in and unceremoniously dumped on the bed beside them. Her face was ghostly pale, and she was barely breathing, as though she were almost dead. Here, when a woman was injured or ill, she was never taken to the hospital. The most they would get was a quick patch -up here. If their illness or injury was too severe, they were left to die, and their bodies would be tossed into the nearby mountains or forest. Giselle walked over and lifted the woman's clothes.

The sight ---- of the deep, jagged tears in her flesh and the steady flow of blood made her suck ina sharp breath. She took out iodine and a few other disinfectants before cleaning and dressing the wounds. She might have been a veterinarian, but patching up human wounds was no challenge for her. Watching Giselle work with calm precision and quick, practiced movements, Orin realized she was no different from the doctors on the outside. It made him see her in a different light. The woman's wounds were severe. Usually, she would've been abandoned and left to die.

Giselle, however, insisted on stitching her up. The medical conditions here were appalling, worse than a shabby village clinic. Giselle started a fire and disinfected her tools the old-fashioned way. The woman groaned in agony as Giselle stitched her up, one careful stitch at a time. Her treatment kept the woman alive for now, but Giselle knew it wouldn't last. Here, the women were nothing more than tools to make money. There was no way she'd be allowed to rest; she'd likely be forced to work while she was still injured.

Then, her wounds would get infected, and it would only be a matter of time before she died. ---- Giselle had just finished washing her hands when several more women were brought in. These women were in the throes of withdrawal, their eyes glazed, faces twisted in pain, barely conscious, puking their brains out. They needed another dose of the drug to ease the pain. Under Orin's close watch, Giselle had no right to refuse. She reluctantly filled the syringes with the toxin-heavy drug, found each woman's vein, and pushed the substance into their bloodstream .

She was well aware of the damage these drugs would cause, yet at that moment, she had no choice but to bury her conscience and become their accomplice. Noticing how skilled and professional Giselle was, Orin felt even more reassured. After saying a few words to her, he left the room. After making it through the day in one piece, she finally made it back to her bed. Gazing at the darkness beyond the small window, the emptiness in her chest felt heavier than ever. She didn't know if she'd ever escape this living hell or even make it to the end of the month.

Closing her eyes, her thoughts circled endlessly before settling on Orin. Remembering how he had spared her on more than one occasion, a dangerous idea took root in her mind.