"Don't move. Move again and you'll really be crippled."
Rowan decisively removed the pile of cumbersome things on his leg, and while he wasn't paying attention, found the right position.
With a "crack," he had set it back for him.
Julian's face twitched once from the pain: "If you cripple me, just you wait."
"Done. You try putting your foot on the ground."
Julian slowly placed his foot on the ground to feel it; it seemed it really was fine.
Owen, seeing his leg move so quickly, also felt it was magical. His Rowan knew how to treat illnesses too?
For an Alpha on the battlefield, a dislocation was just a minor injury that didn't require using a treatment pod; one could easily set it back themselves.
"Why are you even better than a shaman?" Julian couldn't believe it, so astonished that he forgot to settle the score with him.
"Don't you worry about it. If you're fine, we're leaving." Rowan told Owen to quickly take him away from this complicated and crowded place.
