"Take a seat."
James found the medicine box from the cabinet, sat down beside Derek, and gently squeezed his arm.
Derek groaned in pain.
"Well, your bones weren't injured. Roll up your cuffs."
Derek obediently rolled up his cuffs, and James applied a trauma lotion on his arm.
Seeing that the corners of his mouth were also broken, James dipped a cotton swab with disinfectant. Just when the cotton swab touched the wound, Derek shrank back with tears in his eyes. "It hurts! It hurts!"
"Okay, I'll be careful." James tried to be gentle and dealt with the wound on his mouth carefully.
Derek leaned closer, smiled, and asked proudly. "Mr. Walker, was I brave just now?"
James said casually, "In fact, you didn't need to do it. I'm a black belt in taekwondo."
"…"
After treating the wound, James closed the medicine box.
"If it hurts badly, just tell me and I'll take you to the hospital."
