Outside the consultation room, Enna Clark and Scott Harris reached an agreement.
The man inside the consultation room was completely unaware.
The doctor helped him remove the bandage on his shoulder and said softly, "President Lawrence, this bandage seems to have been done recently. How did the wound split open again? You need to be more careful. If the wound repeatedly splits open like this, it won't heal well and is prone to bacterial infection."
The cold and dignified man ignored him, letting the doctor mumble while changing his bandages.
When the medicine powder was sprinkled on the torn wound, it felt like ants biting into the flesh—tiny but bearable pain. However, because of the Z-11, this pain was almost negligible.
"Since the wound has split open again, I need to disinfect it once more. President Lawrence, it might hurt a bit, please bear with it."
"Okay."
His nerve endings had long been desensitized. Even if someone were to stab him now, he might not feel the pain.
