Under her tattered vest, Diana's toned six-pack was marred with six long scars, deep and wide enough to fit the tips of a little finger. Chen Ke doubted that a few millimeters deeper and her intestines would spill out.
Two more scars adorned Diana's chest, stretching from her left collarbone across to her right breast, where he could even see white bone.
The bloodstains had dried up, making the wounds less nauseating, but such a state was highly susceptible to infection and complications.
"I have antiseptic solution and bandages. I can only give you basic treatment. You'd better not move around too much," Chen Ke sighed, taking out rolls of bandages and several bottles of purple medicinal liquid from his backpack.
"Got it… I'll just whimper a bit," Diana said weakly.
Chen Ke called over two girls to help, had Sam guard the door with his gun, and then began to clean Diana's wounds.
