Standing in front was a man nearly 1.9 meters tall.
His tall and upright figure carried an unprovoked sense of oppression, making Janice Wood, standing two meters away, feel a chill down her spine.
Janice stared blankly ahead.
A long black trench coat swayed in the cold wind, the man's shoulders were broad, his figure straight, and his aura stern.
He paused for a moment, then stepped forward, directly taking Flossie Wright's hand.
He glanced at the bluish-purple marks.
Flossie quickly shook him off.
"Are you a nurse?"
Suddenly, the man turned his head and glanced at Janice.
"Yes."
Involuntarily succumbing to his presence, Janice instinctively lowered her head to respond.
"Bandage her," the man ordered coldly.
"Okay."
Without hesitation, Janice nodded.
She had been worried before coming, so she had specifically brought a medical kit with her.
And Perry Reed had also noticed the medical kit on her.
"I don't need it."
