Lann watched helplessly as Gascogne pulled out a glass bottle with a syringe from an inner pocket of his coat.
Inside the bottle was a murky yellow, almost blood-red clear liquid.
It looked like some kind of serum processed from blood.
He didn't even bother to find a vein; he simply grabbed Henrik's leg and swiftly injected it.
As the liquid from the bottle was injected, Henrik's wound healed at an astonishing speed, and it seemed as if the lost blood was being spontaneously generated within his body.
The Old Hunter, previously ice-cold, limp, and powerless due to heavy bleeding, suddenly had all his indicators return to normal after the injection.
Gascogne pocketed the empty glass bottle, as though after giving the shot, there was nothing else to worry about, and stood up.
Henrik indeed needed no further attention.
The Old Hunter, who had his clavicle artery sliced open just moments ago, naturally stood up.
Lann stood to the side, bewildered.
