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Chapter 7

Charlotte's POV

I put the unconscious wolf on the bed, and then I changed back to my human form. "This guy is not normal heavy." My wolf teased.

"I'll get the gauze and medicine, this guy looks like he's covered in bruises."

I lifted the wolf's arm with my right hand and first quickly disinfected it with iodine vapor. The wolf's nails were long and sharp, and I had to be careful to step around them.

"He doesn't look too good, Lottie."

"Damn, look at his nails, they're almost all broken!" My wolf said in surprise.

Blood kept flowing outward from the tips of my wolf's fingers, and I rushed to stop the bleeding for him. "His nails have embedded into the flesh, if we don't pull out the remaining nails whole, this finger of his will be ruined."

"What if he wakes up and finds his nails bare and gets angry with you because of this?" My waste asked worriedly.

"Then we'll talk about it in time." I immediately pulled out the nail with tweezers and then quickly treated the wound.

To save this wolf, my nerves were always on edge.

"Oh my God! What the hell did these guys do to him?" The bed sheet under the wolf had been stained red with blood. The wolf's front limbs were twisted into an odd shape, and the hind limbs were dragged helplessly behind him.

"This guy's front limbs have been broken, I hope the hind limbs are in better condition." I secretly prayed.

I turned over his stomach, and the fur on his abdomen mixed with the thick blood had tangled together and become very messy and dirty. I noticed that this wolf already had more than five wounds on his abdomen, some of which were so deep that I could not only directly see the pink flesh and white bones inside, but the wounds were still bleeding out.

"At this rate of bleeding, he'll be dead within half an hour. Maybe even less time!" I considered anxiously.

"Damn it! With an injury of this magnitude, relying on normal treatment alone won't help anymore. Even if kalay won't allow me to use my powers on a werewolf, I don't think she would agree with me giving up on a wounded person."

For the first time, I decided, against my mother's wishes, to use my powers to heal this wolf.

I placed my hand on the wolf's abdomen, closed my eyes to focus my attention, and mouthed the incantation my mother had taught me. A red glow gathered in my hand, and at the same time, the wolf's wound was absorbing this red glow.

After a few minutes like this, I felt that I was a bit stretched out. After all, this was the first time I used my healing ability.

"Lottie! You can't go on any longer! Your healing ability isn't that strong yet." My wolf was very worried about my state.

"No, I must insist on continuing. Otherwise this guy will definitely not survive the night. This guy's wounds are too deep. I just need to hold on a little longer..."

My mind was in chaos, the complex discomfort almost overwhelmed me in an instant, and I didn't even have the strength to talk to my wolf.

"You have to hang on just a little longer, Charlotte Watson!" I encouraged myself.

I felt all my nerves clench in a tight ball, and the pain and exhaustion kept hitting me.

I was like a balloon that was constantly being deflated, and when the time came, the balloon deflated. I felt the whole house spinning, and then I collapsed off my feet onto the floor.

"It's finally over." I propped myself up in relief and examined the wolf's wounds on the bed.

"Good, the wounds are still deep, but they've all stopped bleeding." I let out a deep breath and took a large gulp of water from my side and poured it into my mouth.

I finished the water and put the glass back down. Turning around, I found that the guy in front of me had turned into a human form in a flash.

"He's really not letting up at all." My wolf whined in a small voice. "This is good, into human form you still have to dress him with gauze, if wolf form you do not care about him, put some medicine and let him heal himself."

"This guy's blond hair is really harsh." I knew my wolf didn't like this guy, she had to pick on him whenever she could.

"He's blonde?" I couldn't help but glance sideways to survey the naked guy. "I know a guy with blond hair."

I ruffled his hair that was wet with sweat and plastered to his forehead and cheeks, and his entire face was exposed to my view.

"Wait, I think I've seen this man somewhere before?" I recalled carefully.

"So it was him!" I covered my mouth in surprise. "He's the man who stared at me for a long time on the second floor!"

The height of the bed was not very high. In order to see the wounds on his face and neck, so I had to bend down to help him clean them with iodine.

I realized how close I was to this guy's face now. His thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes, and I imagined him waking up to look at me suspiciously with his beautiful eyes.

I'm so close that I can clearly feel his breathing change from faint and rapid to calm and long, even with a little moist heat.

This position looks a bit ambiguous, but I am a doctor, at this time I just want to help the patient to treat the wound.

"This guy doesn't look too bad." My wolf said reluctantly.

"For heaven's sake, I didn't mean to undress you. It's just that your wounds are so deep that your wounds will stick to your clothes once they scab over. Instead of waiting until that time to experience the pain of tearing it off, why not strip naked and honestly now and let me medicate it?"

I held up the sterilized scissors, ready to take the final step on the unconscious man.

"Lottie, I don't think he can hear anything you're saying right now." My wolf said.

"I know, I'm telling it to myself."

"I don't care if he's butt naked. He's no different than a comatose rabbit to me right now."

"Okay." My wolf laughs out loud.

I cut open his shirt and carefully removed the fabric from the wound with tweezers.

Without the fur covering him, the wounds on his body were more visible. I started rubbing up from his chest, his healthy wheat-colored skin was covered with many dark brown scars.

"These are old wounds from a long time ago, it seems he often had conflicts with others or needed to protect what he felt was important." I said to my wolf.

"That's obvious. lottie, don't stare at his pecs for so long. He has a few wounds on his abdomen that you haven't taken care of."

I think my wolf is flirting with me.

The muscles in his abdomen rippled like a mountain range with each breath, and several of the wounds were gaping wide, exposing pink flesh. I saw it and it felt like a vicious pain in my heart.

"For God's sake, what did this guy do to get hurt so badly."

"It's okay, Lottie. you've just done a great job." My wolf kept reassuring me.

I quickly disinfected the wound and then put an ointment on him that would help it recover.

"Maybe I should check his leg for any more wounds that I missed." Before the words were out of my mouth, one of my hands was already unzipping his pants.

"Go ahead and do it, it's for his own good. Get it over with early so you can go to bed just in time." My wolf urged me.

He fell into a deep sleep, not responding to my movements in the slightest. I pressed my palm to his leg, carefully and carefully checking for any fractures.

Following the direction of my hand's pressure, I found several bleeding wounds. Fortunately, they were all abrasions and the wounds were not deep.

Despite my very careful examination, there were places I hadn't looked at.

"Should I check his pen*s?" I asked my wolf uncertainly.

"I think the small of his back is well protected, there should be no wounds."

I couldn't wait to take the last piece of fabric off of him and reveal what I wanted to see.

"I knew it, Lottie. you were just trying to satisfy your curiosity." I could feel my wolf expressing his utter helplessness at my actions.

As I had guessed before, his skin was smooth and delicate, yet much thicker and more pliable than the average male.

I gently held the one I wanted to examine, like holding a newborn cat cub when I was a child.

I measured carefully, and his pen*s was about as thick as my little arm.

"So this is what it looks like, how come it's not the same size as the example labeled in the book? Is it a mistake in the book?"

"The book may not be the only standard answer, Lottie."

I stroked his pens suspiciously, probably because my hand was too warm and I still had the ointment on my hand so it would look a little slippery. I held his pens and stroked it up and down. I felt the pen*s in my hand was slowly becoming hard.

"It's just like what the books say. I think those books I read still have merit." I said excitedly.

I think I should put the theory into practice, it's not enough to just learn about werewolves from books, I need an example that I can interact with in reality.

Faced with the unconscious man in front of me, I thought I had taken this opportunity to practice well.

"Lottie, it's time for you to get some rest. This guy's recovery ability is stronger than the average werewolf, I think he should be able to wake up tomorrow." My wolf said to me gently.

With the help of my healing ability, his wounds were much less severe than before. I bandaged up his wounds and went to rest.

I was about to turn around and leave when I caught a glimpse of two pieces of blood-smelling clothes piled on the ground out of the corner of my eye. I took them off of him at this point.

"I don't want this garbage to dirty my house."

I thought, picked up the clothes and was ready to throw them in the trash. A black marble rolled down and hit the floor with a "thud!" There was a thud.

"What is it?" I knelt down to pick up the black marble.

The pattern on the marble made me feel very familiar, and I think this is not the first time I have seen this marble.

"He also used this black marble!" I remembered the dark-haired man who had saved me at the Wind Pack border. I felt that there was a relationship between the two of them that I didn't understand.

But the guy in front of me had blond hair, and I pinched up a strand of his hair and looked at it carefully.

"Maybe there's something odd about this hair."

I noticed that the roots of his hair were neatly black about an inch up, meaning he originally had black hair!

I twisted his blond hair with my fingers, and the ointment on my hand had ingredients that would make the dye fade.

If the hair was dyed, then there would definitely be blonde dye coming off.

That way his original hair color would be known to me.

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