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With Jim's cold gaze sweeping around, his arm muscles tensed, and his hand resting on his lower back in a suggestive posture, hinting at the concealed firearm under his clothes. This action was undoubtedly a strong warning to the surrounding vagrants and thugs not far away. Although they greedily eyed the three individuals, upon seeing Jim's movement, they hesitated visibly, not daring to act rashly.
"Damn it! Every time I come here, it ends up like this, so annoying," Jim's voice was low and filled with dissatisfaction, seemingly extremely disgusted with the environment and atmosphere here. A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, a dangerous signal ready to erupt at any moment.
At the same time, Sarah hurried to the iron gate of the small building. Her movements were quick and decisive, and the knocking sound was particularly clear in the silent night. "It's us, Valkyrie! Open the door quickly!" Her voice was urgent and firm, showing the sense of urgency at this moment.
Meanwhile, Emily was struggling to support the faint Leo, her face filled with anxiety and worry. The surrounding environment was full of uncertainty and potential danger for her, but she had to stay calm because Leo's safety now depended entirely on her.
The cat's eye on the iron gate suddenly turned, emitting a scrutinizing ray of light, indicating that someone behind the gate was carefully peering outside. Sarah's voice, tinged with impatience, pierced the quiet of the night, "Damn it, Douglas, stop being so mysterious and open the door quickly!" Her tone carried urgency, with each word displaying the gravity of the situation.
The response behind the door carried a hint of impatience and resignation, "Careful as if sailing a ship for ten thousand years, you young people are so impatient." The tone revealed a sense of helplessness and complaint about the current situation, seemingly displeased with the sudden visit of the group of young people, the Valkyrie.
Later, the iron gate slowly opened, and a middle-aged man appeared in front of them. His hands were equipped with mechanical assistive devices, obviously to help him perform more delicate medical procedures. He was wearing a somewhat old white coat, with dust and oil stains on it indicating that he may have just been busy with some complex medical work. The man's hair was salt-and-pepper, looking somewhat disheveled, and a pair of glasses rested on his nose, through which his tired yet sharp eyes could be seen.
"Come on in. " Douglas's voice came through the night breeze, sounding somewhat resigned yet also somewhat expectant. He took a step back, making way for the members of Valkyrie, his eyes showing focus and readiness for the upcoming medical procedure. Emily and Jim carefully carried Leo into the building, with Sarah following closely behind. The door slowly closed after they entered, isolating the cold wind and unease from the outside.
Jim and Emily carefully made their way through the dim corridor of the illegal clinic, permeated with an unbearable musty smell that almost suffocated them. Jim, carrying Leo, complained to Douglas, "Douglas, we give you so much money every time, can't you improve the environment here a little bit? Just a little." Jim's voice echoed in the narrow space of the clinic, carrying a hint of helplessness and dissatisfaction.
Douglas just scratched his head, wearing a pensive yet indifferent expression, seemingly accustomed to Jim's complaints and unfazed by them. He appeared to be more concerned about the upcoming medical procedure rather than the environmental issues in his clinic.
Afterwards, Douglas gently pushed open the door to the consulting room, revealing an old surgical table covered with a somewhat dirty white sheet inside. He pointed to the surgical table, indicating for Jim and Emily to place Leo on it.
Jim and Emily carefully laid Leo flat on the surgical table, their movements extremely cautious, fearing to cause Leo any more pain. In this musty and indifferent clinic, Leo's injuries would be handled by the strange yet remarkably capable Douglas.
When Leo was carefully placed on the well-worn surgical table, Dr. Douglas surrounded him, his gaze delicate and focused, as if he were a seasoned artist examining the piece he was about to sculpt. He wore a noticeably worn white coat, marked by the passage of time, yet it did not diminish his professionalism. In his eyes, every wound was a story that needed careful attention.
"Observing these abrasions, the superficial skin peeling indicates direct friction from an external force. Although painful, these types of skin injuries are not difficult to treat," Douglas said, gently examining Leo's abrasions with his mechanically assisted hand. Every movement he made exuded professionalism and care.
Immediately, his gaze stopped at Leo's severe burns. "These second-degree, and even close to third-degree burns, have damaged the epidermis and dermis. We need to perform deep cleaning immediately to avoid bacterial infection." He picked up medical forceps and scissors from the nearby medical cart and carefully removed the dead tissue around the wound.
"Using saline solution, we need to thoroughly clean these wounds, and then use silver ion spray to help suppress bacterial growth," Douglas muttered as he worked, his voice filled with unquestionable professional confidence.
After treating the burns, he turned his attention to the wounds on Leo's back, saying, "The wound on the back is extensive, so it's important to keep it dry and prevent secondary damage from clothing friction." With that, he carefully selected the appropriate dressing to ensure breathability and comfort for the wound.
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