Placing the injured woman on the patient's bed, William Cole stripped her naked, revealing a swath of unblemished skin.
The injured woman appeared to be in her thirties, her features scoring at least an eight on a scale of ten, making her an exceptional beauty.
Her body was also in excellent shape, voluptuous where she should be, firm where it mattered.
There's no gender in front of a patient!
William Cole felt no lust, but noticed a horrifying scar on the woman's chest, her flesh torn, revealing her rib cage.
"Sigh! Master Cole, is this her fatal wound?
But this doesn't look like a car accident injury, it seems more like a knife wound," Master Dr. Brews drew in a sharp breath.
The wound was too frightening, far beyond what an ordinary person could endure.
William Cole shook his head, "That's not her fatal wound, her real injury is internal."