Clyde Summers already couldn't feel the pain anymore.
His entire attention was on that hand, soft and small...
Without a trace, he held it, gently touched it, feeling its smooth texture. He secretly memorized this sensation.
The girl didn't notice, and let him sit down. She opened her own medical kit and concentrated on treating his wound seriously.
It was only then that Clyde noticed that she was carrying a heavy wooden box.
The box contained gauze, scissors, disinfectant, and some bottles and jars he didn't recognize—quite complete.
"Are you studying medicine?" he asked.
The girl shook her head, carefully wiping the blood off his face with a cotton cloth, and answered softly, "My family runs a medical clinic, and I brought the box from home, but I haven't studied medicine."
"Oh, you haven't studied medicine, then if you treat me like this and make it worse, what will happen?" Clyde tried to probe her.
