Leonard Churchill had no intention of letting others know that his injuries were not serious, so he did not let the doctor treat him.
He grabbed a potion and some gauze and simply treated himself.
Vera Williams, who had learned a little about medical care, conveniently lent a hand.
The two of them chatted while they attended to the wounds.
As Vera looked at the injury, she realized just how unreasonably resilient this body was.
The tenacity of skin, muscle, and bone was visibly exaggerated.
This was simply not something a frail gunman could possess.
But she was also smart enough not to say it outright. Instead, her watery eyes blinked as she turned to say, "Mr. Leonard Churchill, thank you for saving me once again. You really are amazing..."
"Hehe..."
Leonard Churchill caught the implied meaning in the girl's words and simply laughed without speaking.
He had saved her indeed.
However, things were far from over.
