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Since Kentaro was no doctor himself, he would listen to this man’s words carefully, hoping it wouldn’t further injure the beautiful and feisty young woman in his arms. So, carefully, he moved over to the table and placed her belly-down gently on it, listening to the man’s instruction.

After doing so, he took a quick step back from her, allowing the improvised doctor some room, and allowing himself to breathe through his nose now that he wasn’t so close to the blood. The scent would have probably triggered some unwanted urges had he not done so, for he was still half of a vampire, and that was more than enough to physically make him want to drink. Then again, it had been a while since he had drained something of that crimson nectar, and the urges only got worse because of it.

Worse than that, Ken, as a man, had to drag his eyes off of her for other reasons. Namely, her gorgeous body, which wasn’t protected very much due to her lack of concealing clothing that was also ripped a bit from whatever had transpired earlier. She has quite the nice ass---- Ken stopped himself. That was probably what she expected from a man, and he would not justify her point by doing or saying something that would support it. Then again, it was her fault for wearing such stuff! No, he wasn’t the type to blame others for his own misdoings/misthinkings.

He sighed, then looked at the temporary doctor. “How grave is the wound, from what you can see so far? Does she have chance, or was I too late?” quite in-tune with his feelings, his words felt a bit down towards the mention of failure.