He bent one knee slightly, performing a standard court bow, a habitual cold smile on his lips.
He squatted down, deftly opened the box, took out precision instruments, and began treating Selene Kane's shoulder bullet wound.
But when his gaze truly fell on the wound, his eyes clearly shook.
It was no ordinary gunshot injury; the tissue regeneration speed far surpassed that of an average person.
He leaned closer to her ear, lowering his voice.
"Are you sure you don't have superpower? The healing mechanism of this wound… should not appear on ordinary people."
Selene Kane almost slapped him, growling through clenched teeth.
"I don't! Just a bit more robust physically, what do you lab-bred delicate types know? Sitting in sterile rooms writing data all day, do you know what it's like to face elements and life-threatening situations?"
Shaun pressed his lips tightly and stayed silent for a moment, finally speaking slowly.
"I'm from the Border Collie Clan."
