Enna Clark's hand wound was relatively serious, but it covered a small area, and quickly, he applied the ointment.
However, his gloomy face didn't get any better even after he took care of her wounds.
One glance, and it was obvious that he was not in a good mood.
"It might be painful when I apply the medication, just bear with it."
Without any delay, Enna quickly withdrew her hand, helping him to remove the blood-stained gauze. As the blood on it had begun to clot, some of the gauze tried to stick to his wounds, and she had to exert some force to take it off. During the process, she felt the pain herself, but the man with a calm face didn't make a sound, as if it didn't hurt at all.
Finally, she managed to remove all of the gauze from his body.
Enna's forehead broke out in a fine sweat, and her clear eyes fell on the crisscrossing wounds on his back.
Without the white gauze wrapping, she could now directly observe the condition of the wounds on his back.
