After saying that, she found herself amused.
Baron Lawrence was so drunk, it would be strange if he felt any pain!
She lowered her gaze and began to carefully treat the wound on the back of his hand.
Luckily, his physique was robust. An ordinary person, losing control and punching a wall like that, would definitely damage their bones, but other than lacerations and torn flesh, his tendons and bones were surprisingly fine.
After disinfecting the wound with alcohol, Enna Clark found some anti-inflammatory drugs and applied it to his wounds. Having done all that, she took out some gauze and carefully wrapped his injuries.
Throughout the process, Baron Lawrence didn't say a word, sitting there quietly, letting her handle his wounds.
"Done."
After tying a knot in the gauze and cutting off the excess with scissors, Enna organized the scattered items by the bed and took out two stomach medicine pills from the medicine box, placing them in his hand.