Mistaking My Kindness for Ill Intent

After placing the wounded woman on the bed patients rested in, Clarence removed her clothes. A magnificent view appeared in front of him.

The wounded woman looked like she was in her thirties, but she was at least an 8. Hence, she was a rare beauty.

She had a great figure and curves in all the right places.

Gender was irrelevant when it came to a doctor treating their patients.

Clarence did not have any evil thoughts. At one glance, he saw that the wounded woman had a horrifying scar on her chest. Her muscles had been split open and her ribs were displayed for the world to see.

"Hiss! Master Howard, is this her fatal wound?

"This doesn't look like she's been hit by a car. She looks more like she's been slashed by a knife." Master Williams inhaled sharply.

That wound was too horrifying. Not a lot of people could handle looking at it.

Clarence shook his head. "This is not her fatal wound. Her fatal wound is inside her body.