"You—you want to treat him?" Azriel looked at Damien, his brows were twisted as he said to Damien, "Boy, have you lost your mind?"
"Have I?" Damien pointed at the beastman on the bed. "He has lost a lot of blood, if I don't treat him, even with the replenishing ointment will not be enough to save his life. Because the rate at which he is losing blood is faster than the rate of recovery."
Azriel glared at him, "You truly have lost your mind. You want to save this beastman? Do you even know where he works and what he does for a living?"
"Does it matter," Damien walked over to the bed where Sigurd was lying and activated [Eye of Observation.].
Without looking at Azriel he continued to speak, "No matter what he does or how he makes his living has little to do with me. All I care about is whether they can pay for my treatment."
