"It's true..." Juliana just opened her mouth when she saw Benson's slightly red eyes, which meant his mania was about to attack again.
Juliana hurriedly said, "It was Jermaine who took the glass jug to hit me but I kicked him. The jug fell to the ground and the glass bounced up and hurt my leg. It was not serious and it didn't hurt."
After saying that, she raised her hand to cover Benson's eyes, not letting him to look at it. She coaxed him in a soft voice: "Okay, don't get angry. You're scary."
After all, once Benson's mania attacked, he would kill anyone he saw.
She didn't want to be grabbed by the neck again.
Benson's eyes were covered and he couldn't see anything, so he became more sensitive to the slightest smell of blood.
However, the faint medicinal scent of her delicate hands winding around his nose and her soft voice soothed his violence.
Benson knew he was terrifying when his disease attacked, too. He calmed himself down, "Okay."
At this moment, Philip found a parking spot, pulled over, and then took out the medical kit from the trunk, "Young lady, please bandage your leg up."
There were Benson's medication in the medical kit that was always in the car, and there were also ethanol for disinfection and hemostatic.
When Benson went crazy, he would not only hurt others, but also hurt himself in many cases, so these drugs were often used and were refilled once a week.
Benson said gently, "I'll dress your wound."
Juliana looked at the medical kit helplessly, "There's no need to bandage this little injury, really."
This little injury was no different than a mosquito bite to her.
But Benson was persistent. He insisted on dressing her wound.
Philip opened the car door with the medicine box in his hand and stood by the side. He smiled as he said, "Young master cares for you. He doesn't even care about his own injuries."
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