The lady was treating Damian's wounds with proper care, making sure he wasn't getting close to dying or something like that. Well, that wound would never kill Damian. He was the one who did that to himself anyway.
But the red-haired girl had no idea, and for her, Damian was just a middle-aged man who needed treatment.
During the whole time, Damian was observing her, trying to see if she was someone bad or not. He had learned that judging someone before meeting them was not ideal.
"You are pretty tough to survive after taking this hit," the lady said, "And you don't even have mana in your body."
The humans back on Earth, most of them at least, could only use and improve the ability they got from the serum, which came from the blood of the beasts from the dungeon. Well, the beasts were magical. They had mana.
