The Nearsighted Beast Savior

The day the Abyss Lord awoke, the sky split and all beasts bowed—only Chloe walked up with a stethoscope: "How long have you had this cough?" With 800-degree myopia and no glasses, everyone looks like a stuffed toy to her. She patted the hellhound's head, pried open the nine-headed snake's mouth, and gave the nightmare melatonin. Maxed-out beasts, all handled. Hunters across the net broke down crying: the boss we risk our lives to kill, she books as a patient—and charges a fee!