As the three men were now taken care of, Mingshen got to work. He knelt down near Lim and made some temporary stitches. He then pressed a big swab of cotton on his wound and wrapped white dressings around Lim's waist.
Jia worriedly asked, "He would be okay, right? I will call the ambulance."
He smiled. "Your question hurts me, Spicy. Also, the ambulance is already on its way."
"How did you figure to call for one?"
"I can make an educated guess if my lovely and fearsome Spicy takes too long to rescue a hostage against a lone man."
"...Turns out there were two more."
She noticed the small puncture on Lim's shoulder and asked, "What had you injected him with?"
His face shone with utmost pride like a child. "A special medicine I prepared to coagulate the blood for injuries like these. It clots blood and slows down the blood loss."
"I see."
Jia sighed in relief. She paused and stared at him silently with an unreadable expression.
