Thanh Van cursed the NPC plague doctor to Hell in his heart!
The flesh over his outer thigh was cleanly cut down to the fat tissue, the palm-width wound almost reaching his knee. Blood oozed out from the gash and showed no sign of stopping anytime soon.
Fuck.
If this wound healed the same way the one over his ribs did, this was going to be a real pain in the ass.
Thanh Van let out a long sigh. At least the wound was on the outside of his thigh. If it had been on his inner thigh, he would have bled to death before Kruger could haul his lifeless body inside the house.
"Sit still." Kruger commanded, and this time, Thanh Van didn't push back.
It had become abundantly clear that there was no way he could run around with a wound like this - not in at least a few hours of rest. While Kim Jihun busied himself with ripping apart his bishop's apparel to make scraps of bandaids, Kruger was pressing down on Thanh Van's wound to stop it from bleeding.
