Moses turned around, came back to his seat, and Paul and Jessica also walked over. Paul drove the car, and Jessica, whose seat was taken by Gan Yuan, had no choice but to sit in the back seat with Moses.
Moses's gaze swept over the blood on Gan Yuan's hair, and he commanded again.
"Treat her wound."
His entire being, from head to toe, radiated a murderous intent. Jessica dared not show any superfluous expressions as she grabbed the medicine box and leaned in to support Gan Yuan's head.
This time, Gan Yuan did not struggle anymore. Whether it was using the medicated cotton or cleaning the hair, she was like a puppet, displaying neither anger, joy, nor sorrow, seemingly unfazed by pain, simply letting Jessica attend to her.
In fact, her injury was not serious—it was just a superficial cut from the sharp edge of a tin, but it bled profusely, clumping her hair together, which made it look a bit exaggerated.