Unlike regular hospitals, Silas wouldn't prepare any anesthesia.
Or rather, even if he had some, he couldn't be bothered to use it on such a scumbag.
So he simply and efficiently thrust his fingers into the upper left abdomen of John the moneylender, letting him squeal like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ahhhhh!"
The spleen is indeed ruptured.
Silas stirred his fingers a bit, sensing the condition of the internal organs as he thought to himself.
Because of the Rose Bishop's authority over the domain of flesh and blood, his potion knowledge included complete understanding of human body structure.
Combined with his exquisite control over flesh and blood, it could be said that every Rose Bishop could serve as an excellent surgeon.
However, compared to healing and saving people, the vast majority of Rose Bishops preferred turning human bodies into blurred masses of flesh and blood to please their deity.
"Stop screaming. I'm treating your injury."
Silas showed no mercy as he inserted another finger, twisting and adjusting position within the warm, sticky abdominal cavity until he gripped both sides of John's spleen.
The pain stimulated John, making him wail like a madman.
"Ahhh! It hurts! I'm dying!"
"Shut up. What's there to scream about over this level of pain?"
After confirming the location of the splenic rupture, Silas activated his flesh magic, accelerating the growth of tissue on both sides of the spleen wound.
Within seconds, the tissue fused back together and the bleeding stopped.
Having screamed too much, John was about to pass out from the pain, gasping weakly for breath.
Silas withdrew his fingers and pressed on the wound, expelling the residual blood from the abdominal cavity.
He then healed most of the external injury, leaving a bit of superficial trauma, and wrapped the wound with bandages.
It wasn't that he couldn't heal it completely, but doing so would be too conspicuous.
At least wrapping several layers of bandages would give people who didn't know the truth less to speculate about.
The gang leader named Charles had been standing behind Silas the entire time, watching the whole treatment process without showing much surprise.
Only after Silas finished treating did he speak up. "This isn't ordinary healing ability, is it?"
Isn't that stating the obvious?
Silas glanced at him without answering.
This guy operated in Backlund's underworld and definitely had some understanding of Beyonders. Asking this way might be trying to test him.
Silas didn't respond to his probing. Instead, he searched John's body and found the loan contract.
After thinking about it, he didn't tear it up directly but pocketed it.
"Don't worry about John backing out. I'll make him cancel the debt."
Behind him, the underworld boss continued speaking, enthusiastically resolving Emily's troubles as if it wasn't his subordinates who'd tried to forcibly seize the house earlier.
Silas turned around and looked at him with a half-smile.
"What do you want?"
This guy's sudden display of goodwill definitely wasn't from a sudden attack of conscience, but because he wanted something.
"I just wanted to ask, with your ability, how severe an injury can you treat?"
Sure enough, Charles asked.
"For external injuries, as long as the brain isn't damaged or there isn't too much blood loss, I should be able to save them."
Silas said casually.
After hearing this,
Charles touched the scar on his face, looking thoughtful.
He opened the door and had the subordinates waiting outside carry the unconscious John away, but he himself remained in the apartment, looking at Silas.
"My name is Charles. I'm with the Remann Gang, mainly managing this street."
He introduced himself.
I think I've heard of that gang's name.
Silas stood up and introduced himself as well. "Kafka Anderson. Currently renting this apartment."
"Ah, living here. No wonder you stepped in to help."
Charles nodded. "Mr. Anderson, may I ask where you're currently employed?"
"Currently, my main occupation is being a mental patient."
"?"
Charles looked at the clothes Silas wore, seemingly only now noticing it was a straitjacket.
He paused, then asked, "Can you use this healing ability long-term?"
"Yes."
Silas guessed what the other man was thinking. Gangs inevitably dealt with violence.
Some injuries might be inconvenient to take to hospitals because they could involve cases, or were simply troublesome gunshot wounds.
At times like these, they needed reliable secret doctors to help them handle injuries.
Looks like this guy wants to recruit me as an underground doctor for the underworld.
"So, Mr. Anderson, are you interested in using your abilities to provide us with some assistance?"
Charles indeed asked. "As for compensation... it'll be more than regular hospitals.
And in return, we'll protect your safety. In the East Borough, no one will dare touch you easily."
Silas thought for a moment.
Setting aside compensation and safety, these gang members were local snakes. If they were willing to provide help, he could establish his network of connections.
"If there are injured people, you can send them to me. But don't order me around, and don't expect me to do every job for you."
Silas said.
He touched some of John's blood left on the ground and flicked it lightly. It landed on the floor at Charles's feet. With a hissing sound, the floor was immediately burned through with a small hole.
"Naturally."
Charles looked at the corroded hole.
His eyebrows twitched and his expression became increasingly gentle. "Then I hope we'll have a pleasant cooperation going forward."
"By the way, do you know of any places nearby where there might be people with special abilities like mine?"
Silas had a second thought and asked casually.
As a gang leader, he should be very familiar with the surrounding situation.
Perhaps through him, Silas could find circles where Beyonders gathered.
"You can go to River Mouth Street nearby. There's a 'Northern Bear' tavern there. Occasionally there are people with special abilities inside."
Charles answered.
"I see. Got it, thanks."
Silas thanked him and saw the other man out of the apartment.
Charles chatted with him briefly, then brought his underlings and the unconscious John, said goodbye, and left.
Emily, who'd been sitting stupidly on the ground, stared at all this in a daze, feeling a strong sense of unreality.
"Just like that, they left?"
She said in disbelief.
"Yeah, they left."
Silas pulled out the contract from his chest and handed it to the brave girl with a smile.
"Here. Your debt should be cancelled. As compensation, can you reduce our rent a bit?"
Emily took the contract and looked at it several times before daring to believe it was real.
She looked up at Silas, and a layer of excited moisture quickly welled up in her eyes.
"Thank you... thank you..."
She held back tears and said with difficulty, "From now on, you can stay at my place... for free..."
If not for him, she would not only have lost the house her parents left behind, but would also have been arrested for murder...
"Free rent? That's wonderful."
Silas smiled.
"Oh right, there's one more thing. Those gang members might occasionally come visit in the future.
If they show up in the middle of the night covered in blood someday, don't be frightened."
"...Huh?"