When they returned, the compound was still and quiet. John had not spoken a single word on the way back. He did not have to.
He had looked at Robert's condition once more at the compound gate and directed two things without discussion: the clan's medical supplies to Robert's room and the same to Sai's.
Both went without argument.
Robert was in his room, sitting on a low chair next to the desk. He stayed still as a member of the clan worked on his right shoulder, trying not to move around too much.
The joint had been pushed inward due to the close-range impact from the Iron Soul Compression. It was not broken, just compressed.
The Bone-Setting Pill was the first to go down—thick and bitter, it had that distinct taste of a top-notch recovery compound designed to heal structural damage instead of just treating surface wounds.
Then the Crimson Mend Pill—the same grade Sai had used in the forest, working on the soft tissue damage around the shoulder joint—was applied.
