Isabelle brought Ethan to the school infirmary to tend to his wounds.
Blood was flowing from Ethan’s face and nose, his eye corner was swollen, a bruise was forming on his forehead, and he had multiple bruises on his body.
However, for Isabelle, who had undergone rigorous training since childhood, was accustomed to bullets, and was a renowned surgeon known as Dr. Seely, these injuries were not considered severe.
There was no need to go to the hospital for this.
Ethan sat quietly beside the bed, cradling a steaming cup. He had taken two anti–inflammatory pills and was lost in deep thought, occasionally daydreaming or stealing glances at Isabelle.
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