I pursed my lips. "Let me help you."
Before he could refuse, I quickly dragged him to the sofa. When I reached out to undo his buttons, he suddenly held down my hand.
I frowned and looked up at him. "Your wound needs to be treated, Mr. Fredericks." 1
He was stunned, then helplessly smiled. "Alright, then."
After undoing his blouse, the wound on his waist was exposed. Blood started seeping out.
I could not stop myself from furrowing my brows. This man was quite good at enduring pain. I thought it was caused by a weapon, but after cleaning his wound, I realized that it was an injury from a wooden stake.
I looked up at him and asked, "Did someone do this?"
"I knocked myself into it when we were fighting," he said a little nonchalantly, "It isn't serious because it doesn't involve any vital organs."
This was not considered serious enough?
Just a little more to the side and it would have hurt his kidney.
Apart from the injury on his waist, there were other
injuries on his body but they were just minor injuries.
I started concentrating on dressing his wounds. As there was no anesthetic administered, wounds hurt when cleaned with alcohol. Hence, Jordan was seen frowning but nothing else. I asked, "Does it hurt?"
He looked at me sideways. "No, it doesn't."
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Was he not human?
This was a hole as large as the tip of his finger. If he was human made of blood and flesh, how could he not be in any pain?
I sighed. "It's fine if you say that it hurts. How can a massive wound like that not hurt? You're not Iron Man."
After cleaning the wounds, I applied medicine to stop the bleeding and finally breathed a sigh of relief when he stopped bleeding so much.
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