Ose Owen directly carried Crossley Gibson into the room, gently letting her lie down on the large bed, then stepped back.
Staring at the small woman on the bed, her face full of scars, he didn't dare to approach, afraid even his breath might hurt her.
Paul hurriedly came in with a medical kit, carefully examining the wounds on Crossley Gibson's face, arms, and legs, and applied ointment.
"Preliminary diagnosis shows no internal bleeding. Take some anti-inflammatory medicine, rest for a few days, and it will heal..." he stood up and said to Ose Owen, "I've applied medication to the wounds on the face, hands, and feet. You can personally help her with the ones on her body... remember, be as gentle as possible, these kinds of subcutaneous wounds hurt the most!"
Paul instructed a few things and then packed up the medical kit and left.
Ose Owen stood in front of the bed for a long time, his anger had dissipated quite a bit, finally calming down before sitting on the edge of the bed.
